Woo! Longest chapter so far! 2,004 words. Also, the final chapter! It's been great fun, and I'm sad to end it slightly earlier than promised, but I just couldn't squeeze another chapter from this plotline, sorry. (these last two have been pushing it enough as it is) I WILL write a sequel, but not straight away - first, I'm going to write some oneshots, so keep an eye out for me!

Also, I want to apologise for the non-Finchel supporters who read this fic. I personally can't see Finn with anyone else, so I included several Rachel/Finn references. If you don't like the couple, I'm sorry, but it's cannon and I hope it doesn't destract from the fic's main plot.

PLEASE NOTE: I do NOT own EITHER of the two songs referenced in this chapter. I don't even own the arrangement - that's all Darren Criss (youtube it)

Don't you want me baby?
Don't you want me oooh.

Luckily, it appeared that Kurt was not going to dramatise the events any more than what was (in his mind) strictly necessary. I was grateful for this, because I doubted I could live through another period of Kurt not talking to me. As it was, I still received a frosty phone call that morning, which I found a good moment to explain myself, if Kurt was up for listening. He wasn't.

"Blaine, I'm sure your reasons were admirable, but right now I'm not going to forgive you. I would never play you around like that, and I thought we trusted each other enough for you to realise that."

I didn't push it, knowing it would do more harm than good. Instead, I called someone I thought I'd never need to speak to again.

"Hello, Rachel Berry speaking. Who may I ask is calling?"

"Rachel, it's Blaine Anderson -" I began, but Rachel cut me off.

"Let me guess: You and Kurt have had a falling out, so you've called me, being talented as I am, to help you choreograph a sufficiently wonderful "I'm sorry" song and dance for Kurt." when she put it that way, it really did sound a ridiculous plan, but I had been hoping the cheesiness of it would make Kurt feel better. After all, there wasn't a better way of expressing your feelings than to make a fool of yourself in a public place (as long as that place wasn't Gap).

"Pretty much." I sighed. I heard a rustle of pages and the clicking of a pen on the other side of the line.

"I can pen you in for later this afternoon. It can't be noon because I'm planning on visiting Finn and making him see sense. Honestly, he's got to learn the dinner with Jesse was for purely business, and that it was hardly a reason to become jealous..." Rachel continued to ramble on, but I wasn't listening. Instead, I was thinking. Rachel was acting so positive, but by the sound of it she and Finn were having trouble again. Why couldn't I be like that? Whenever Kurt and I weren't getting along, I became this big pool of misery... That was it. I would sing Kurt "Misery". It was a long shot, and that song was pretty old now, but Kurt must have some memories left of it.

"I was thinking I should sing Misery, by Maroon Five."

"Are you sure? That song's not very well known anymore, Blaine. I was thinking more classical - maybe something from Spring Awakening, or you could pull of something Loyd Webber, he's well within your vocal range." I didn't bother asking how anything from Spring Awakening could possibly relate to Kurt and I, and just said:

"Thanks Rachel. I think I'll do Misery, though. Sorry to bother you."

"It's no bother." she said. "Will you still need my help choreographing?"

"No, I'll go for something simple." I said.

"Then goodbye Blaine, I hope to see you soon."

When I texted Kurt asking if he was still staying at Finn's, I got a simple answer back:

yes

Without bothering to think about the fact that Kurt's short answer meant he was still mad at me, I jumped in my car and drove over. Half way there, my phone rang. It was Wes. I plugged in my hands-free and answered.

"Hey, Wes."

"Blaine, my man! Why didn't you tell us you were performing to Kurt?"

"How did you find out?" I sighed.

"Finn told us!" of course. Rachel.

"Look, Wes, I'm half way there. You can't help out, I'm sorry."

"Sure we can!"

"How, exactly?"

"We can give you a pep talk while you drive. Hang on, I'll put you on speaker phone." He said before I could object. Wes and David's pep talks normally left me feeling more nervous than I did before.

"Hey Blaine!" Came David's voice. "Wes tells me you need a pep talk. I can help with that."

"Daaavid!" I heard Wes wine. "I was going to give the pep talk!"

"You both can." I said, with the familiar feeling of not knowing whether to be annoyed or amused at their antics.

"Well, if our source is correct, you'll be singing Misery." I heard an intake of breath from David.

"Dude, you sure that's a good choice?"

"Yes...?" I said, suddenly uncertain.

"It was the song that got Kurt angry in because you were always in the limelight." before I had time to freak out over this revelation, however, Wes intervened.

"No! It's a good song choice!" he argued. "If Blaine hadn't sung it, Kurt would never had been honest about what he thought, they may never had sung a duet and never had gotton together."

"Why does it have to be about the past?" I asked. "That was high school. Can't I sing this song just because I think it's fitting?"

"Sure you could, if that was your reason for picking it." said David.

"Tell us the truth." said Wes, "Did you or did you not pick the song with the hope it would stir old memories in Kurt?"

"I did." I said grudgingly.

"Then it's perfect!" he said. "The only choice better would be Candles, and that's a duet. You'd look stupid singing that on your own."

"Hey, could have sung Blackbird or that one he sang when Kurt left Dalton."

"Sure, if he wanted to depress Kurt further." said Wes. "Oh Kurt," said Wes in a sing-song voice. "I love you so much I'm going to sing the song you sang when your pet bird died."

"It was just a suggestion!" said David defensively.

"Guys, please." I said, spotting a full-blown Wes tantrum on the horizon - something I suspect he hadn't grown out of. "Look, like I said to Rachel, I'm grateful for your suggestions, but I'm going to do this my way."

"Ok!" Said Wes brightly. "Just promise you won't sing the second verse."

"Good point." said David. "Singing about "the way it feels to be completely intertwined" may not be the best thing to sing to someone you've only been dating a week."

"Oh, God no." I said, laughing.

"David, our work here is done." said Wes happily. "See ya Blaine!"

"Let us know how it goes!" Chipped in David.

"Sure." I said. "Bye guys."

"Oh, and Blaine, it'll go fine, don't worry." said David.

"And even if it doesn't, the worst he can do is refuse to see you ever again!" Added Wes chirpily.

"Gee, thanks guys." I laughed. "Bye!"

"Bye!" they chorused. The call ended. There wasn't long left of the journey, and I was in a remarkably good mood. It felt great to finally be in regular contact with the two ex-warblers. Add the fact that Kurt and I were dating (well, I certainly hoped we still were), and my life was perfect. And a lot like high school, but with less homophobic bullies and more music awards and paparazzi.

I pulled into Finn's drive feeling remarkably confident about what I was about to do, but as I walked towards the door, I felt my self-assurance ebbing away. What if Kurt rejected me? What if I lost my voice and couldn't sing? What if I made a fool of myself? I was clearly freaking out. Making a fool of myself to show how much I loved Kurt was the whole point. Taking a deep breath, I rang the bell. Finn answered almost immediately.

"Kurt's not here, dude."

"Oh." I said. Then, not sure what else to say I asked "How's Rachel?"

"Infuriating. Over-confident. Crazy."

"You guys didn't work it out then?" I guessed.

"No, no, we're dating again." said Finn. "I love her and all, but I always think that." I laughed, but the sound seemed awkward, so I stopped.

"Where's Kurt?" I asked.

"I dunno." said Finn. "Probably out walking."

"Any particular place?" I asked, but I had a pretty good idea.

"I think he was going to that clearing he found." said Finn, confirming my theory.

"Well, I'm off." I said. Finn grinned at me.

"I was wrong, you know." he said. "About you not being right for him."

"Thanks." I said, unsure of what was the correct response in this situation. "Bye."

"Go get him." said Finn.

I slung my guitar over my shoulder, and set off along the path I had taken with Kurt. It was a much shorter distance when it wasn't spent panicking about what was to come. When I arrived, I was unsurprised to realise Finn had been right. Kurt was sat in the long grass, playing idly with the head of a wild flower. "Hey." I said. Kurt jumped.

"Blaine, what're you doing here?" he sounded slightly accusing, and I wondered if he'd even appreciate the song, but I could hardly back out now.

"I wanted to tell you something, and I've decided to do it through song." I said, flashing him a charming smile.

"True Broadway tradition." he said "I approve."

I sat down on the grass next to him and swung by guitar around from my back so it rested on my knee. I'd decided to sing a slower, mellower version of "Misery", so I strummed the guitar and started

"So scared of breaking it that you won't let it bend." I glanced at Kurt, and saw a smile playing on the corners of his lips. He clearly did remember the song.

"And I've wrote two hundred letters I will never send.

Sometime these cuts are so much deeper than they seem.

You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them be." I said. The line mimicked our earlier situation perfectly. Kurt realised too, and looked rather taken aback.

"So let me be

And I'll set you free." I took this moment to wink at Kurt, who rolled his eyes.

"I am in misery,

There ain't nobody who can comfort me.

Why won't you answer me?

The silence is slowly killing me." Well, it had been.

"Boy, you really got me bad,

You really got me bad." I was taken aback by my own daring. I hadn't actually planned on changing it to "boy", worrying it was too direct. Kurt, however, seemed pleased, so I continued.

"Now I'm gunna get you back,

I'm gunna get you back.

This love is taking its toll on me." I sang, switching seamlessly to Maroon 5's other old hit, "This Love." A mashup. Kurt's glee club had been full of those, if I remembered correctly.

"He said goodbye too many times before.

And his heart keeps breaking in front of me.

I have no choice, because I won't say goodbye anymore." There was silence when I finished my slightly edited version of the song and Kurt just looked at me. Then, without warning, he burst into tears.

"Oh my God, Kurt I'm sorry!" I said, panicking. I dropped my guitar on the grass and pulled Kurt close to me. He pressed his head against my chest.

"You haven't done anything wrong." said Kurt. "I'm sorry. I've been ridiculous about it all."

"You had every right to be." I said, pressing my lips to the top of his head. "I promise, from now on, I'll be totally honest with whatever's going on in this messed up head of mine." Kurt lifted his head from its resting place and kissed me. When he pulled away I was grinning dopily.

"Honestly." said Kurt, shaking his head at me fondly. "Are you going to act so irritatingly cheerful every time we kiss?"

"Yes." I said promptly.

"Me too." said Kurt. "Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend."

"Kurt Hummel, love of my life." I said, taking it a step further.

Kurt didn't hesitate this time. "Love you more."

"We're going to be sickening to be around." I joked. "I wouldn't be surprised if Wes and David break us up out of irritation."

"Let them try." said Kurt. "Just let them try."