Last chapter! EEE, so excited to be writing this right now!

"Adam?" In his peripheral vision, Kurt saw Blaine shrink in on himself. Kurt maintained his grip on Blaine's hand.

"I am so sorry Kurt, to come here unannounced. I was just passing by the area and it started torrentially pouring, could I please borrow umbrella if you're not going out later? I know this is really random, but as you can tell, I'm soaked." Adam looked like a drenched rat, a very sexy one mind you, but drenched none the less.

"Of course, come in and get dry first." Kurt finally dropped Blaine's hand and went to the bathroom to get a towel. When he got back, he could tell Blaine wanted to give Adam the stink eye, but the dapper ex-Warbler was too well-mannered for such things. Adam was just looking around awkwardly.

"Here you are." Kurt then proceeded in helping Adam dry his hair off; it's what any friend would do. But he did catch Blaine looking a little defeated as Kurt handed Adam his umbrella.

"Oh where are my manners? Blaine this is Adam. Adam this is my Blaine, I mean Blaine." Kurt had to catch himself. Blaine wasn't his and he really shouldn't rub lemon juice in Adam's wounds. Adam walked over to where Blaine was sitting and put out his hand. Blaine received the handshake, offering a friendly smile but only Kurt could tell it wasn't genuine. Blaine Anderson, ever the gentleman.

"Nice to meet you." He said simply.

"Well, I'm just heading out. Thank you for the towel Kurt, and I'll return the umbrella at rehearsal on Tuesday." Adam said.

"No problem." Kurt said as he walked Adam out. At the door, they paused as Adam spoke under his breath.

"Oh my god he looks like a little school boy. I can totally see cute as being your type now, you better snap him up before he comes to New York or else everyone will want a piece of him." Kurt couldn't help but laugh at Adam's words and gave him a warm hug before saying goodbye.

When he returned he expected Blaine to be normal now that Adam had left. But he wouldn't hold Kurt's hand when they sat back down and put a bit of space between them. They resumed watching the rest of the movie, but something had changed in their dynamic. Kurt wasn't sure what it was but he definitely knew why. They watched the end of the movie together, neither of them cried. The credits rolled in silence, neither willing to make the first move.

"I'm just going to head to the bathroom." Kurt said after a few minutes, not being able to stand the silence anymore. He looked at the cracked mirror about his sink. Kurt, you have to do something. Don't let fear ruin this. Blaine may not be off the hook, but he needs to know how you feel if you ever want to make this right. He left the bathroom with a new air of confidence, but the loft door was open and Blaine was nowhere to be seen.

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He doesn't love you anymore.

But what about the letter?

Who knows how long ago that was written?

Look at Adam, he's freaking gorgeous and has that dumb British accent.

Why can't I have a British accent?

He doesn't love you anymore.

He doesn't need you.

You should leave.

You've got your wallet, just let it go.

Kurt's never going to change his mind, he just wants the friends with benefits.

But Blaine you're worth more than this.

But Kurt is worth more than anything.

You're useless.

Why did you have to fuck everything up?

Things were fine.

Why didn't you talk it out like you're supposed to?

You're such a fuck up.

Leave.

I hate New York, it ruins everything.

No, you ruin everything.

You forgot you suitcase.

Does it matter?

No.

Do you even matter?

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Why did he leave? Where did he go? How long was I in the bathroom? Should I follow him or wait for him to come back? Oh my god, oh my god.

And just like that Kurt was on the verge of a break down. His breathing became shallow; he couldn't take a proper breath. His forehead felt cold and his fingers shook.

Kurt rushed back to the bathroom and splashed water onto his face. Snap out of this! He demanded of his reflection. You have a choice right now. Chase after Blaine and take him back, or always wonder what could have happened.

Kurt made his decision.

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"Blaine! Blaine! Get back here!" You're imagining things Anderson. There is no way that Kurt would come running after you in the rain. Just go home and leave him be.

"Blaine, stop!" The thoughts were suddenly drowned out by a hand holding back his arm. He turned around.

"Kurt?"

"Blaine, stop. Stop running." Kurt said breathlessly.

"Why should I? You clearly don't want me anymore. Why did you even invite me here!?" Blaine knew his voice was rising, but he didn't know or care why at this point.

"Because you're my best friend, Blaine. I need you in my life! Why can't you see that?"

"If you need me in your life then tell me what you need me to be! I'll be anything for you! But I never know where we stand anymore! Are we really friends? Lovers? Fucking friends with benefits?! I can't stand not knowing, I can't keep getting my hopes up so high to only have them crash down again and again! It hurts too much Kurt! You just keep my hanging on and it's like I can't breathe properly!"

Kurt felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

"I'll do anything for you Kurt. I love you! I have the moment I met you and I know it took me awhile to figure out and I know I fuck up a lot. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I hate myself for what I did. I regret what I did every day; sometimes it's all I can think about. But I can't do this Kurt. Not if you're going to keep blurring the lines. I thought there was hope when I saw your note, but then Adam came and you were so concerned about him. I, I just don't know what to do anymore." He was a sobbing mess at this point and he started shaking from the cold. Hunched in on himself, Kurt didn't think he'd ever seen him look so small. It was amazing that this person had the capacity to destroy him last fall, and here he was, laying it all out on the line; desperate for some kind of relationship with Kurt. He'd take whatever Kurt would give him. Kurt offered no comfort when his sobs overcame him, hands gripping the sides of his blue polo. Kurt was frozen, unsure of what to do. What letter? He raked his mind until he remembered the one he wrote days ago, right after his Come What May dream. So Kurt decided that now was the time for the honest truth.

"It hurts me Blaine." Blaine looked up at him. "What you did, every day it hurts. And I want to hate you. I want to hate you so badly but I can't. I'm too in love with you and I hate that too. I hate that I gave you the power to break me and you did! That's exactly what you did!" Blaine looked defeated and made to turn around.

"Hey, no. You're not allowed to leave yet, I'm not done talking!" Kurt knew he wasn't exactly being fair, but it was now or never. Kurt began to shiver as rain ran down the back of his white dress shirt, the one he had worked so hard to iron nights before. He just couldn't care anymore.

"But I also know that I can't stand to not have you in my life. And I don't need you as a friend or a lover; I need you as my boyfriend. I was kidding myself at the wedding and you knew it, too. I'm sorry I was the blind one for once, the one who fucked up." Blaine still looked cautious, like he couldn't believe the words Kurt was saying. It wasn't registering.

"I need you Blaine. I need you because I love you. I love you. I choose you. I choose to have you in my life. Not Adam, or anyone else. Just you." Their eyes finally meet, and neither would be able to tell you the emotions that they saw, it was indescribable.

"I'd thought you'd say we we're over." Blaine answered finally.

"No, we'll never be over. I'm never saying goodbye to you." And just like that Kurt lunged forward and grabbed Blaine by his polo. Kurt cupped Blaine's face and their lips met. They were soon in a heated battle for dominance, neither caring who won. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders for once as Kurt lifted him up into his arms. Blaine was quick to look his legs around Kurt's waist, desperately trying to reconnect their lips. Each one was like a breath of fresh air. Each kiss brought a wave of relief, of finally, of togetherness. Eternity.

After a while Kurt's arms began to get sore so he slowly let Blaine back down. He was quick to wrap his arm around Blaine and lead them back to the loft, both of them completely soaked at this point.

Once they got back they changed into dry clothes and used towels to dry each other's hair; exchanging kisses and smiles and blushes throughout. They laid down on Kurt's bed together, but they didn't make love. Kurt used his fingertips to rememorize the slope of Blaine's nose, the curve of his eyelashes, the prominence of collarbones and fingernails. When he was done Blaine did the same, sharing sweet kisses throughout. There would be time to make love, the rest of their lives, but for now they would just enjoy each other's company, of finally being together again.

They talked, about how everything went wrong, how to fix things in the future. Blaine knew that Kurt didn't completely trust him still, but that would have to be earned back with time. He was more than willing to wait, now that he knew they could have a future together.

A few hours later the rest of the roommates returned with Chinese takeout and they all ate around the living room table together. Santana kept eyeing Blaine, expecting to see something and frequently being disappointed. But Blaine always made sure that he was in contact with Kurt in somewhat. Linking a leg, or brushing arms together. Kurt embraced his flirty nature; both of them couldn't stop smiling. This was the first day of them being a couple again.

"Yo, are you guys hitched again or what?" Santana finally asked.

"Santana!" Rachel abolished.

"Yes." Kurt answered simply. Rachel's jaw dropped. Blaine just smiled wider while Brody looked confused.

"You're lying, because you guys totally didn't fuck. You're not back together." Santana remarked finally.

"Our sex life in none of your business Santana, and yes we are together!" Blaine answered with way too much enthusiasm. The fact that they were together again was so new and he wasn't sure what to do with all of his happiness.

"Ugh, how gay is that?" Santana looked disgusted with the two of them before taking her Chinese food and going to her side of the loft. Neither of them really cared to respond.

The roommates enjoyed the rest of their Chinese food, Blaine quietly humming to himself. You would think that after hearing it so much the past few days Kurt would have recognized it immediately, but he didn't. He did however overcome by a sudden urge.

"I love you." He quickly said to Blaine, blushing as he did. He wasn't sure exactly why he had to say it in that moment, he just did. Blaine only seemed pleasantly surprised, once again giving Kurt the look that made him feel like the centre of the universe.

"I love you, too."

Author's Note: Did you see what I did there? How many little moments and Ryan Murphy tweets can I fit in? A bunch. Fucking Notebook kiss. With coordinating outfits also. Yes! Don't mind me, I just freaking loved writing this chapter. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write a review if you liked it overall. I'm really not used to writing third person and it was quite a challenge for me. Let me know how I did.

Have a good Thursday! Come What May!

BeWho

I'm crying a little because I'm super proud of this.