HA! I don't have to apologize for the wait! ...Okay, so this author's note is purposeless, so I'm just going to get on with the chapter.

Chapter 18:

Click click click. It had been two days. Click. Two full days. Click Click. Two entire days since Blaine had last seen Kurt. The curly haired male was staring mindlessly at a computer screen, clicking from window to window, not really taking in any of the information. The subject in his google browser bar? How to fall out of love.

It wasn't so much that he wanted to fall out of love, he just had to. The full moon was next week. In another week, Kurt would be gone forever. Blaine moved the mouse over and clicked a link to a website called Psychologytoday .com. The first sentence on the page read, "People don't fall out of love." Blaine sighed and shut down the computer. Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed a banana and took a seat at the island. Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, he pulled it out to find one new text message.

Kurt.

'Blaine, talk to me.' He powered it off without responding. It wasn't the first text he'd received from the Merman. It wasn't even the second. More like the twenty-second. Although the first ten weren't even really texts, more like random jumbles of letters. Blaine couldn't help but smile softly in spite of himself. That's right, Kurt couldn't speak english and Blaine and Santana were just able to understand he, Brittany, Mercedes and Quinn because of the Gilly Weed. How Kurt was managing to shape his text into legible writing was beyond him.

"Blaine sweetie!" Just then, his mother flounced into the room. She was decked out to the nines in a champagne dress and practically every ounce of shiny jewelry she owned. "Oh there you are," She exclaimed once she spotted her son. Grabbing his chin, she pressed a big sloppy kiss to his cheek. "I'm going to tea with the girls. Tell your father I'll be back around eleven okay? Ta!" and with that, she practically bounced out of the room. Blaine stared after her, lifting one eyebrow. Who did she think she was kidding? Honestly, Blaine was no fool. Who wore an evening gown at four in the afternoon? And what's more, who the hell 'took tea' for six plus hours? His mom was clearly having an affair, and wasn't even making an attempt to hide it. No doubt with one of her friend's husbands, too. Blaine sighed. Did love count for anything anymore?

Finishing off his banana, Blaine left the kitchen and began to head upstairs when the front door swung open. There in the doorway stood Santana soaking wet with a big goofy grin on her face. Blaine scowled at her.

"I'd appreciate it if you would towel off before tracking water into my house."

"And I'd appreciate it if you'd kindly suck it," Santana responded smoothly before shaking her hair out and raining raindrops down on the furniture. Blaine rolled his eyes but didn't respond, choosing instead to ignore her and continue up the stairs. Much to his dismay, the Latina followed. "I was just with Brittany," She informed him, pointlessly. "She told me about you and Kurt."

Blaine paused before practically growling, "What about Kurt and I?"

"Just that you haven't been talking to him. At all."

"And how would she know that?"

Santana shrugged. "Ly," She said simply.

Blaine shook his head as they entered his bedroom. Santana collapsed on his bed. She stared expectantly at Blaine, waiting for him to open up. He-of course-did.

"Why doesn't love work?" He cried out, throwing his hands up in exasperation. Santana shrugged again, nonchalantly.

"It just doesn't," She said honestly. Blaine didn't seem satisfied with her answer.

"He-" He started, gesturing violently towards the door. "Gives her everything and how does she repay him? By having an affair!" Santana shrugged a third time.

"Wouldn't be the first time." The dark haired woman had run into Blaine's mom on the porch on her way in.

"And Kurt," Blaine continued, as he began to angrily pace ignoring Santana. "He's leaving. Next week, he'll be gone forever. I'll never see him again." He paused, his eyes getting glassy and wide. "I'll never see him again..." He trailed off, before shaking himself out of his trance and continuing his rant. "So what's the point? Why love if it's all in vain?"

Santana stared at him, at first in disbelief and then in disgust. "If you're to idiotic to figure it out yourself, then I'm not going to tell you." She stomped towards the door but hesitated right before leaving. "News-flash Blaine-" She hissed. "My girlfriends a fucking Siren. She doesn't sprout legs, by full moon or by choice. She's stuck in the water and I'm stuck on land. I suggest you stop your bitching and moping and spend time with him while you still can." And with that she stored out of the room.

KBKBKB

"Hi, You've reached Blaine Anderson. I'm not at my phone right now so leave a message-" Kurt sighed, pressing end on his disposable cell phone. Straight to voicemail again.

It was six in the afternoon and the sun was beginning to set in the sky. Kurt was sitting on his balcony, his legs poked out through the bars of the safety fence swinging aimlessly over the ocean. He tilted his head back and inhaled the salty sea air. Bringing his arm back, he hurled the tiny phone into the sea, before grasping two bars and pressing his face in between them. He would not cry. He would not cry. God dammit, he would not cry!

He was crying.

One lone tear slid down his doll like face.

"You're a mess." Kurt didn't even need to turn around to know it was Puck. It certainly wasn't Blaine.

The mohawked Merman approached him and sat behind him on his haunches, placing a heavy hand directly on the top of his head. Kurt wanted to shy away, but he didn't. "Maybe this is for the best," Puck said tenderly, with false sympathy. "Did you really wanna be with a guy who would ignore you for days anyway? I know you can't forgot him, but maybe you can at least open up your heart to another..."

"No," Kurt said firmly in spite of his sadness. "It's always going to be him and only him. I'm so sorry, Puck."

"For what?" Puck asked, playing dumb. Kurt shook his head. If he wanted to live in denial then fine. It wasn't his concern. What was his concern was the fact that Blaine hadn't contacted him in two days. In any other case, he'd be extremely pissed, and would go off on Blaine the next time he saw him. But Kurt couldn't help but feel as though this was his own fault. He was the one who had kept secrets and lied. He was just as bad as Blaine, if not worse. The human had the right to be mad at him.

Pushing himself up he walked around Puck and headed back into the apartment. He still had some time, it wouldn't be completely dark for another hour.

"Where do you think you're going?" Puck called after him, getting up to follow.

"I have to talk to Blaine. I have to let him know I still love him and that it's going to be okay. I have to-"

"Okay okay." Puck rolled his eyes. "I heard you. I'm going too."

Kurt froze halfway out the door. He slowly turned around.

"No." Puck smirked at him.

"Come on, You knew I was going to meet him eventually."

"No."

"Pleeeeeease?"

"No."

"I'll play nice."

"No."

"I could drive you though!"

"Puck, you threatened Blaine. There is no way in a million billion years I will ever let you near him!"

KBKBKB

An hour later, Kurt and Puck were knocking on Blaine's door. While Puck was noticeably smug, Kurt was just nervous. The Watcher had worn him down, convincing Kurt to let him come along. While he really didn't want to, Kurt knew that if Puck searched for Blaine on his own, there would be no way it would end well.

"You better behave yourself," Kurt snapped at him, clenching his fist. "I swear to God if you-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the door swung open, revealing a raggedy Blaine. Time stopped. The two men regarded each other in complete silence, taking the appearance of each other in. Blaine looked awful, like he hadn't gotten any sleep for days. Kurt was a perfect mirror.

"Kurt I-" Blaine began, but he never finished his sentence. Less than a second later, Kurt was throwing himself into Blaine's arms, hugging and kissing him passionately.

"I'm so so sorry!" He wailed, pressing kisses to Blaine's jaw. The hazel eyed male hugged him back, suddenly feeling extremely guilty. How could he leave Kurt completely alone for two days? He was a terrible person.

"No, I'm sorry." Blaine said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Kurt's lips. "I didn't know how to handle it. But I can now, okay? I want our last week together to be memorable."

"Every moment with you is memorable." Kurt responded instantly, burying his face into Blaine's neck. From behind them came a little cough. It was then that Blaine finally acknowledged Puck. And he could see the hate clearly displayed in his eyes-aimed at him.

"Who are you?"

"Puck. Nice to finally meet you, bro."

TBC...

Yup. And there you have the next Chapter! Hopefully I can get another one out before the weekend is out, and if not, I should have one up before next Wednesday =] So remember when I said heavy duty angst was coming up with Blaine and Kurt soon? I might need to push that back a bit, because I feel as though I've been laying on the angst kind of thick =[ Next two chapters should be happy go lucky and cutesy fluff like Fireflies and glowing XD. And maybe some smut as well... ;) I guess we'll see. R&R!