A/N: DUN DUN DUN! IT'S THE FINAL CHAPTER! Sorry about the wait and all. Please review and let me know what you think of it all. I shall be writing other stories, and I've already got a couple of ideas floating around so keep an eye out. Now I can finally get on with my exams! Enjoy!

A/N TAKE 2: So I accidently put up chapter 4 again. What a plonker! I'm sorry y'all! Thanks for pointing it out though.

Disclaimer: See previous five.

Kurt settled back happily against the cushions of the sofa. He'd finished all his work for the weekend within an hour and now had the rest of the evening to do as he pleased. He picked up his phone and typed out a quick message to Blaine to see if he wanted to hang out. The reply was almost instantaneous.

Sorry babe, wish I could but I have a huge geography essay due in tomorrow and I'm not even a quarter of the way through xxx

With a sad sigh, Kurt sent back assurances that it was fine. There were things he missed about Dalton (mainly the high quality of cafeteria food and the lack of slushie machine) but the huge amounts of work they got set was not one of them.

Seeing Blaine everyday was.

"Why the long face, Hummel?"

Kurt leapt about a foot in the air. "Oh GaGa, Puckerman! You can't just sneak up on people like that!"

"Sorry," Puck flopped down next to him, beaming in a most unapologetic manner.

"What are you even doing down here?" Kurt huffed in his signature haughty fashion, "I thought you and Finn were blowing each other up on his Xbox or something."

"We were, but then Quinn called, all worked up about something about massages or corsages or garages or something," the mohawked teen explained, "And as interesting as it is to listen to Finn stammer down the phone confusedly, I thought I'd come down here and get some snacks. Then I heard you sighing about all mopily, so," he poked Kurt in the thigh, rather hard, "What's got your panties in a wad, Kurty boy?"

Kurt raised one eyebrow disbelievingly. "Do you really want to know?" Puck gave a little shrug as if to show he had nothing better to do, which Kurt took as Noah language for 'tell me all the dirty details'. "It's Blaine…"

"Do I need to kick that little prep boy's hobbit ass?"

"No, no," Kurt laughed, strangely touched by the offer even if it was completely unnecessary. "His ass is fine the way it is. I just miss him, that's all…"

"And his ass?"

"You're so sex obsessed Noah. But yes," Kurt confessed with a roll of his eyes.

"Get some Hummel," Puck extended his hand for a fist bump, which Kurt begrudgingly obliged. "If you miss him," he continued after flexing out his fingers and making a hissing noise which almost had Kurt checking him for a leak. "Why don't you just see him?"

"It's not that simple, Puckerman."

"Relationships are hardly rocket science. Even Finn manages to sustain one."

Kurt groaned. "Sorry, how is this meant to make me feel better?"

"Just telling it how it is," Puck pushed himself up off the couch. "If you miss sucking face with your little gay dwarf, then make some time to see him and get your mack on. Do you want some Doritos dude?"

Wordlessly waving off the last part, Kurt processed what Puck had said. Huh. He'd never thought he'd take advice from someone who had tried to steal an ATM, but yet again here was Noah Puckerman revealing hidden depths and wisdom.

A loud belch echoed from the kitchen, providing punctuation for his last thought.

Then again, maybe it was just a fluke.

It didn't take long for Blaine to notice Nick's absence at the Warbler's usual table at lunch. Of course, not all the Warblers sat there all the time, but Nick did pretty much every day. Plus, he was never found that far away from Jeff, who was currently regaling Ezra and David with some crazy tale involving his brother's BMX and his sister's Wendy house, hence why the distinct lack of Nick struck Blaine as rather odd.

"He went to the library to do some Spanish work, I think," Trent offered through a mouthful of casserole when Blaine enquired if anyone had seen his fellow junior. With a curt nod, Blaine quickly shovelled his last few bites into his mouth before leaping to his feet.

"Right, I need to talk to him about that," he excused himself, not caring about the crumbs he'd most likely just sprayed everywhere as he began to power walk towards the dining hall doors. "See ya."

"But you don't even take Spanish," he heard Wes call after him as he threw a wave over his shoulder and darted out into the hallway.

Thankfully, when he reached the library, he was able to locate Nick almost immediately – in a room full of boys studying hard, the one with a table to himself, face down in his textbook with his arms splayed across the wooden surface in most likely the one who's recently had his heart broken into a thousand pieces.

Blaine gave Nick's ribs a gentle prod. The boy didn't respond, so he poked him again, slightly harder – if he was genuinely asleep, then at least, by waking him, Blaine was saving his work from being drooled on; if not then he might as well let Nick know that some one was there to provide much loved company for his misery. "Hey," he murmured quietly as he slid into the empty seat next to him. "Whatcha doing?"

A muffled response came from within the open pages, which Blaine could just about make out as 'world civics'. He peered at the partly exposed paper, trying to make out the work in between Nick's dark locks.

"Very calculusy looking civics…"

"What do you want, Blaine?" Nick sighed wearily, turning his head slightly so that the soloist could actually hear was he was saying. Blaine was pleasantly surprised by the boy's appearance – although he looked slightly paler and more drawn than usual with blueish circles beneath his eyes, he'd been expecting (in the nicest possible way) something much worse. When Justin had broken up with his girlfriend, he'd suffered from 'awful hay fever' for two weeks, despite the fact it was November.

"Wanted to see how you were doing," Blaine answered truthfully, "I was worried – you always sit with us at lunch."

Nick sat up straighter and ran a hand through his already tousled hair. "I'm fine, Blaine," he insisted gently.

"So why are you in here?" the shorter boy gestured around the expansive and ancient library, "Like I said, you always…"

"Well maybe things change, eh?" Nick interrupted angrily, mood suddenly snapping, ignoring the whole 'quiet in the library' protocol. "Maybe I actually have a life outside the Warblers?"

"Doing school work?"

"We can't all ace everything without even trying, Blaine."

"Right," Blaine cleared his throat and nodded before continuing, "Because it sort of seems like you might be here because Jeff isn't. In fact, does he even know where the library is?" he watched Nick's reaction carefully, hazel eyes full of concern.

Nick let out a bark of half-angry laughter. "Probably doesn't," he conceded. The two settled into a silence which was neither awkward nor comfortable, stemming from mutual understanding. Blaine knew how Nick was feeling, and Nick knew Blaine knew – didn't mean they had to immediately acknowledge it.

Soon, the clock struck the hour and as was swiftly becoming habit for him, Blaine reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out his phone, waiting. Thirty seconds passed before it finally buzzed.

If I burn someone's hair off because it is a crime against good taste and style and not looking like you tipped a plate of spaghetti on your head, could it be considered a citizens arrest? Xxx

"Kurt?" Nick inquired knowingly as Blaine sent back assurances that their family attorney was rather excellent and if that failed, he would bust him out of jail either way.

"Is it that obvious?"

"It was either that or you'd turned into the Cheshire Cat." There was a pause as Nick contemplated the ramifications of his next sentence before taking the plunge and asking anyway. "Do you miss him?"

Blaine nodded a little sadly. "More than I thought was even possible," he admitted, "I haven't seen him since we performed. "That's over 168 hours..."

"It would have been easier to say a week."

"Doesn't change the fact that it's been ages, and I really miss him."

Nick made a sympathetic noise with his tongue. "That sucks dude."

"Yeah," Blaine sighed. "It does. C'mon…" he stood up, gesturing that Nick should do the same. "We're going for a walk."

"But I'm doing…" Nick began to protest, even though he knew it was fruitless.

"Bull. All you're doing is moping, and we can do that outside, in the fresh air."

"But…"

"I promise that we'll take the route avoiding the dining hall. Or any place Jeff might be loitering." Blaine's tone was gentler this time as he extended a hand to the younger boy.

With a rebellious mumble, Nick hauled himself to his feet and scooped his abandoned work into his messenger bag. "You're a pain in the ass, Anderson."

"But the good kind."

"I wouldn't know – don't want to encroach on Kurt's territory," Nick deadpanned, earning him a cuff upside his head.

"So," Blaine began as they reached the library entrance and turned, walking the opposite way to the direction he'd come in. "Has he told you much about her?"

Nick shrugged in a failed attempt at nonchalance. "I knew that he was seeing her. But it's Jeff – how was I supposed to know it would last longer than a couple of weeks this time? It never does with him…"

"So he didn't tell you he was planning on asking her out?"

"I found out through Facebook, like everyone else," Nick sneered, his voice an unfamiliar mix bitterness and sorrow and a far cry from his usual happy-go-lucky, if slightly reserved, self.

Blaine found himself feeling extremely grateful that they were now passing into the entrance of the walled courtyard; the horde of freshman clustered in the first alcove gave him the perfect excuse not to respond for the time being. He wished Kurt was there – although not necessarily the most sympathetic, at least he always had some form of advice for these kinds of situated. Thankfully, unlike most of the Dalton boys, Blaine didn't have a massive case of foot-in-mouth syndrome, but he was hardly a Casanova like figure when it came to romance. If whatever was going on with Nick and Jeff could even really be considered a romance.

"Did you ever tell him how you felt?" Blaine probed gently once they were out of hearing range of any nosey 14 year olds.

Nick snorted harshly. "No."

His triangular eyebrows knitted together in a frown. "Why not?"

"Hardly fair is it?" Jeff sighed heavily, "I don't even know how I feel and I'm putting all that on him? He gets confused enough as it is already, without adding me and my sexuality adding to it…"

"What is your sexuality? If you don't mind me asking," Blaine added hastily, very conscious of how strained the boundaries of their friendship were swiftly becoming.

The taller boy let out another derisive laugh. "If I knew, this would all be much easier." He shuddered and shook his head. "I don't feel anything even vaguely like this about anyone apart from him. Not girls, boys, sea monkeys… Since I was fourteen, it's only been him, and it just drowns out everything I ever felt before so that I can't even remember their faces."

"So it's like you're Jeff-sexual?"

"Like telling him that wouldn't inflate his huge ego even more. Or send him running for the hills," Nick sighed. "Blaine, I appreciate what you're trying to do – really, I do. But the fact of the matter is, Jeff is straight, and always will be. Nothing I can say or do will change that, even if I wanted to."

"But you kissed," Blaine reminded him unnecessarily, "That had to mean something."

Nick lifted his head, so that Blaine could see the tears that had suddenly begun to gather in his dark eyes. "No, it doesn't Blaine. I'm not Kurt and he's not you. He won't one day realise his feelings for me, and all my dreams won't come true. "

"Nick…"

"I've accepted that. It hurts like a bitch, but I've accepted it, okay? I need you to believe me when I say this."

"I do, but Nick…" Blaine was silenced by the weight of the other boy's body slamming into him and his arms wrapping solidly around his waist. He stood there, slightly stunned, for a moment before beginning to rub small circles into Nick's back as he shook against him.

"Promise me something, Blaine?" he sobbed into his shoulder.

"What?" Blaine stammered slightly overwhelmed by this turn of events, yet still determined to be supportive.

"Don't ever let Kurt forget how much you care."

Blaine shuddered underneath Nick's weight as he struck with an overwhelming longing to see his boyfriend, to hold him so tight it almost hurt, to kiss away all the pain he'd ever had to go through, to just sit there and be dazzled by his glasz eyes, tracking their colour changes along with Kurt's emotions, turning them bright blue with lust, listening to him hum contentedly under his breath. Just to be with him again, and never let him out of his sight if he could possibly help it.

"I promise."

Blaine nearly forgot to switch off the engine in his desperation to get out of the car. Once he had (and double checked that he'd locked it), he practically sprinted up the driveway, beam widening as he passed Kurt's Navigator. He'd left Dalton as soon as physically possible, figuring that what with all the end of school traffic, he would make it to the Hummel-Hudson residence just after Kurt got home from Glee rehearsals. Although he would have been willing to wait on the doorstep all night, he was extremely grateful (and a little proud) that he'd timed it right and his boyfriend appeared to actually be home.

Blood rushing through his ears, he impatiently pressed at the doorbell and hopped from foot to foot anxiously. After what seemed like about three years but was realistically more like twenty seconds, the door finally swung open and Blaine's heart stopped for a moment. It seemed silly, but Kurt seemed to have become even more beautiful in the seven days since he'd last seen him. He was dressed simply (for him) in a tight red checked jacket and black skinny jeans, a white undershirt peeping out too, with his hair swept up into a tousled quiff and a slightly bemused smirk on his face which only served to make him sexier.

"Blaine," he laughed in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Not entirely trusting himself to form coherent sentences, Blaine simply darted forward and pressed a brief, dry kiss to the corner of Kurt's lips. "Hi," he managed to stammer as he stood in his boyfriend's doorway, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Kurt stared back at him momentarily before closing the distance between them again and flinging his arms around Blaine's neck and hugging him tight.

"I am so glad to see you," he murmured, his mouth lightly caressing the contours beneath Blaine's earlobe.

Blaine smiled into his boyfriend's shoulder, happily inhaling the crisp, almost fruity scent of his cologne and committing it to memory. "Me too. To see you, I mean." Kurt just giggled and nuzzled his head further into Blaine's shoulder. "I missed you baby."

"Who's at the door, Kurt?" Finn chose to bellow just then, utterly ruining the moment, "If it's people selling stuff, tell them to go away. Unless it's pizza."

Sighing, Kurt pulled away from their embrace to holler back. "Who sells pizza door to door?"

"I don't know," Finn grumbled, padding out into the hallway, "Awesome people. Oh." He stopped and gave a kind of half wave. "Hey Blaine. Did you bring pizza?"

"Finn!" Kurt leapt in, leaving Blaine to bite back laughter, "For one, I've told you about a million times, I'm making mushroom and salmon risotto for dinner tonight. And second, you had pizza last night. And for breakfast this morning!"

"Well, you left some over…"

"I swear, when your skin finally breaks out because of all the grease you put in your body, I won't lend you any of my skin care products!"

"Whatever," Finn huffed, seeming sort of annoyed even if he probably didn't fully understand what his stepbrother had just said to him, "You staying for dinner, Blaine? We're having rice-satti apparently."

Blaine looked to Kurt, who stopped rolling his eyes to nod at him enthusiastically.

"I can't think of anything better."

Try as he might to focus on not chopping his fingers off, Kurt was finding it night on impossible to attention to his now rather finely sliced mushroom. He kept on finding little excuses to turn away from the task at hand and turn to peek at the dark haired beauty perched on his kitchen counter. He knew that Blaine wasn't doing it on purpose, but every little thing about him, from the slightly squiffy angle of his tie where he'd loosened the knot, to the swinging of his legs and the constant low chatter which filled the air around him as he filled Kurt in on what had been happening at Dalton, was entrancing the countertenor further, distracting him from his dinner preparations.

"….And then he got stuck and David had to tape together four metre sticks to even get close to him!"

"And what did you do to help your friend in his hour of need?"

"Oh, I was on the other side, laughing."

"So charming," Kurt drawled sarcastically as he began to stir the freshly cut vegetables into the creamy, thick sauce. "Can you pass the pepper, babe? It should be just behind you."

"Nope."

"What?"

"You'll have to come get it," Blaine smirked, folding his legs up onto the side and sliding backwards.

"You're such a child," Kurt chided good-naturedly, wiping his hands on a tea towel and taking a step forward.

"That would make you a paedophile."

"Whatever…" the slightly younger boy smirked, running his hands up the inside of Blaine's splayed thighs, nails dragging lightly over the material of the Dalton slacks. "Now gimme."

"Where are your manners?"

"Gimme please."

Blaine simply stuck his nose in the air and made to wriggle away from his boyfriend's touch. "Shan't. You'll have to pay me for it now?"

"Oh yeah?" Kurt smirked.

"One kiss for every dash of pepper."

"Well," Kurt shrugged his shoulders and pretended to contemplate the offer, "I don't really need to use it, I suppose…" pouting, Blaine caught him by the wrists and tugged him in closer.

"Tough shit," he muttered, breath tickling at Kurt's lips, "Cos I want one anyway." Before Kurt could object, Blaine had pressed their mouths together into a warm, open mouthed kiss. Kurt practically dissolved on the spot, all thoughts of spices forgotten – he'd missed this. Blaine's fingers clasped at the material at the back of his jacket as he unwound his legs, taking care not to jog Kurt's hands from their journey up the inside of his thighs, and wrapped them around his waist, minimising the distance between their bodies. Kurt sucked gently at Blaine's lower lip, eliciting a delicious, almost guttural moan before plunging his tongue back into his boyfriend's familiar mouth. Blaine couldn't help but gasp as long, delicate fingers brushed lightly over his crotch on their way to untuck his shirt. Slowly, teasing, Kurt worked the hem of his white oxford free from his trousers and ghosted his thumbs across the newly exposed skin of Blaine's lower abdomen. With another low hum, Blaine shifted his weight, allowing easier access to his body and arching his neck.

"I forgot how much of a slut you are sometimes, babe," Kurt murmured before turning his head to nip at Blaine's jaw, palms tracing over defined stomach muscles which rippled against his touch.

"Only for you." Blaine shuddered as cool hands slid around his sides and dipped, dancing down his spine before settling on his tail bone and beginning to lightly massage there. As much as Blaine really didn't want Kurt to stop what he was doing, he also didn't particularly want to melt into a puddle of hormones on the kitchen floor either. He settled for moving his hands up to the back of Kurt's neck and crashing their lips back together in a fierce and clumsy kiss.

There was the loud rumble of an engine being cut out in the drive. The two teenagers froze, still pressed far too close together to be considered innocent, listening carefully.

"Boys!" The front door slammed, followed by the sound of footsteps moving down the hall towards them, "I'm home."

"Crap," Kurt swore quietly, breaking their embrace and leaping backwards.

"No, no, no, no," Blaine protested, grabbing desperately after him, racking his brains for the unsexiest things imaginable as he slid off the side.

"Blaine!"

"Kurt!" Blaine nodded downwards, sighing gratefully as realisation dawned across his boyfriend's already blushing face.

"Oh!" he scurried back over so that he was blocking the offending area of Blaine's body, finding himself anchored there by an arm casually threaded around his waist.

"Hey sweetheart, something smells good..." Carole popped her head around the kitchen door. "Oh hi Blaine," her greeting was accompanied by a surprised yet knowing smile as she took in their swollen lips and slightly rumpled clothes, "Didn't know you were coming over tonight."

"Slight change of plan," Kurt admitted guiltily, "Is it okay if he stays for dinner? I made enough…"

"Of course," Carole nodded happily, "Your dad won't be home for another half an hour or so, by the way. So, I'll just leave you, uh, to it."

Kurt seemed to be only capable of stammering weakly at is stepmother's retreating figure, cheeks flushed with a fresh wave of embarrassment. Blaine let out a groan as soon as she was out of earshot.

"For someone who claims to have no sex appeal, you're a damn tease when you want to be Hummel."

"What?"

"Do you know how hard it is to cool off with you fidgeting about like that?"

"I was nervous!"

"Yeah, nervously grinding your ass into my thigh."

"Blaine!" Kurt protested in hushed tones, swatting at him. "Save it for later!"

Blaine raised a triangular eyebrow. "Is that a promise?"

Kurt couldn't help but let out a little whine as the warm weight of his boyfriend's body was lifted off him, just when things had begun to get heated – Blaine's shirt was hanging half open, they'd just manage to work him out of his own rather constricting jacket, and Kurt was rather enjoying himself (true to his word). At least he had been until they inexplicably stopped.

"What the…" Blaine hovered over his chest and ran one of his fingers over the thick black lettering there.

"It's our Glee assignment for the week, now c'mere..." Kurt tried to pull Blaine back down to him (there was no way he was being cockblocked by anything to do with New Directions, no matter how rude the name sounded), but unfortunately his boyfriend wasn't letting this one go, choosing to settle back on his thighs instead.

"It's your class project to walk around with a shirt on which professes that you like boys?"

Kurt sighed and propped himself up onto his elbows. "It's only for the Born This Way number. I did tell you…"

"Not that you'd be advertising your love for men on your chest."

"You have seen my wardrobe, right?"

"Still," Blaine pulled a slightly sulky face, "I'm not a big fan of the plural."

Biting back giggles at this new, possessive edge to his boyfriend, Kurt shifted their positions so that they were now both sitting up, pressed close, with Blaine straddling his lap. "I wasn't born crazy about you," he told him, pressing feather light kisses along his cheekbones as he spoke. "But if the song was called Emotion That Dominates Most Of My Thoughts All Day, Every Day, my shirt would definitely say likes boy. Likes Blaine. Likes you…" he punctuated each statement with another press of his lips to Blaine's salty skin. "And it would be so true."

Blaine beamed, face splitting so wide that it would have been ridiculous if it wasn't so damn heartfelt and adorable. "Mine too. Well, likes Kurt, not likes Blaine. Obviously..."

"Just shut up and kiss me, Blaine."

He thought about his conversation with Nick that say and the sheer heartache in the boy's dark eyes. As he met Kurt's contrasting glasz gaze, and pledged internally to honour his promise to Nick for as long as Kurt would allow. And he wanted to kiss him and was being asked to kiss him, and even if he wouldn't admit it out loud for a while yet, he was falling hard. Falling so, so hard for this beautiful boy and this was just practice for what was hopefully the rest of their lives.

And Blaine knew that practice made perfect.

Blaine Anderson likes Kurt.

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Wesley Hughes: Again with the not real news on my news feed guys!

Brittany Pierce: I like him too

Kurt Hummel: I like you too boo.

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Blaine Anderson: Wait, are you talking to me or her?

Blaine Anderson: …

Blaine Anderson: Kurt?

Brittany Pierce: It was me.

Noah 'Puck' Puckerman: AWKWARD

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Kurt Hummel: Don't worry, I like all of you equally.

Noah 'Puck' Puckerman: In different ways I hope, cos Finn told me about the moans coming from your room…

David Grant: At least you haven't had a live viewing.

Kurt Hummel: Serves you right for spying.

Blaine Anderson: Right, well you've all tarnished my lovely status. Hope you're happy.

Noah 'Puck' Puckerman: We are.

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