AN: So after eight months, I finally wrote the last chapter of this story. Huzzah!


Kurt hissed in pain and bit his pillow as his shoulder stung with peroxide. He was lying on his stomach on his bed in the Dalton dorms, Blaine leaning over him.

"Shh, you're okay," Blaine soothed. "It's not really that bad."

"But it hurts," Kurt complained.

Blaine finished cleaning and bandaging Kurt's wound. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Kurt's shoulder once before getting up to replace the first aid tools in the bathroom.

Kurt pressed his face into his pillow, exhausted. Blaine returned from the bathroom, seating himself on the edge of the bed and running his fingers through Kurt's hair.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like someone tried to cut my arm off," Kurt grumbled, turning his head to the side. Blaine leaned down and kissed his temple before standing up and pulling the covers over him.

"Get some sleep, we can figure out what to do with the mirror when you wake up."

"Mmkay," Kurt yawned. 'Night, mom.

Goodnight, baby. Beaux rêves.

When Kurt was asleep, Blaine picked up the mirror from where it leaned against the wall, smoothing a cloth over the glass to remove the dust. He jumped a little when the face of Elizabeth Hummel appeared.

"Sorry," she whispered, not wanting to wake her son.

"It's alright," Blaine replied just as quietly.

"Thank you," Elizabeth continued. "For going to find him, for taking care of him."

"Of course."

"Blaine, I've been watching him for sixteen years, and never has he felt so strongly about anyone as he does about you. He loves you so much, that I'm afraid it's going to backfire on him one day," she said, forehead creasing with concern.

"You don't have to worry about that," Blaine said, smiling. "I love him too, and I don't plan on letting him go." Elizabeth's features softened.

"Just be careful, alright?"

"Of course, Mrs. Hummel."

A moment passed.

"You threw a Bible at him, though? Really?" she asked. Blaine laughed.

"Hey, it was worth a shot."


"Kurt, baby, you don't have to do this."

Kurt stood in a little clearing in the forest behind Blaine's house. His mother's mirror was in his hands, where he could see her face, misty-eyed and beautiful.

"Yes I do," Kurt said. "I can see how badly you want out. I don't want you stuck in there anymore."

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too," Kurt sniffed and wiped his eyes. "This is going to be a lot easier if I can't see you though." After another moment of looking at each other, she faded away, and Kurt set the mirror down against a tree. He slid his gloves on, and took the hammer from Blaine's hands, who was standing next to him.

Kurt took a deep breath and blinked the tears out of his eyes. He lifted the tool behind him, and swung it home. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the clearing.

I love you.

Silence.

The hammer slipped from Kurt's fingers and landed on the ground with a soft thud. Kurt turned away from the shattered mirror and buried his face in Blaine shoulder, crying. Blaine wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, and led them back to the house.


A week later, Kurt trudged into his dorm room after a long day of classes, Blaine close behind. Before he could collapse onto his bed, however, a light caught his eye. Turning, he found his mother's mirror hung on the wall above his desk, glass replaced and frame restored to it's original glory. Kurt turned to Blaine to find him smiling.

"Blaine, what..."

"I took it to a shop downtown and had it restored. I thought you would at least want to keep it," Blaine shrugged.

"I—"

"There's more," Blaine grinned wider. Kurt turned back to the ornament, where his mother's face was now looking back at him.

"Mom? But I thought that after I broke the glass, it would..."

"I'm not stuck anymore. After Blaine got it fixed, I found out that I can come and go as I please, so you don't have anything to feel guilty about," Elizabeth smiled.

Kurt turned around and hugged Blaine fiercely, then turned back to his mother.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you, too, baby."

Fin.