Well, here it is! The end!

Can I just say...FINALLY? I've loved writing this story, but I've put you guys on so many horrible hiatuses that I'm just glad it over. xD

And hey, no need to leave bummer comments. I'm not forcing you to read this, you know. :( If you don't like it, stop reading. No big deal.

But a big THANK YOU to all of you who have been SO supportive of this fic from the very beginning to the very end, even through all of the twists and turns. You are all AMAZING and I love you all! **blows kisses**

So, yes, Puck is back! Not for the reason many of you may think, though...

Enjoy the epilogue! :D


Hangovers are painful. Oh so veryfuckingpainful.

Unfortunately, this was a startling discovery for a few choice Warblers and a sickening reminder to the rest of the ones that drank the previous night.

So in the end, Kurt, Blaine, Quinn and Rachel had the last laughs.

After the "party" had ended and everyone was passed out wherever they had made it to while attempting to get to their dorms the previous night, but being to drunk to do so, Blaine followed Kurt back to his room and they sat down and talked about them.

At the end of the night they were both pleased to find out that they had gotten their first boyfriend.

Blaine decided it was a strange thing to be in love. But not in a bad way. Never in a bad way.

The next day, however, when Kurt was getting the girls rides by calling the New Direction boys to come and get them (they had all carpooled with Rachel's dads on case something like this happened, so that they wouldn't have to leave their cars at Dalton), Puck slipped from the group and set off to find Blaine.

Kurt had called Puck immediately after he and Blaine got together (hey, they were still really good friends), and Puck automatically felt happy for him, but he knew one thing for sure.

He needed to have a talk with this Blaine guy.

He managed to track Blaine down in record time, with some help of a couple Dalton-goers, and didn't even bother knocking when he reached the guy's room.

Blaine was currently doing homework when he intruded, and his head shot up in surprise.

"Uh...hi?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

"What goes on?" Puck acknowledged, shutting the door behind him. He didn't give time for Blaine to answer, though Blaine didn't really know how to respond to that anyway. "Alright, hobbit, let's cut the crap." He said, crossing his arms. "You and I need to have a little chat."

Blaine removed his thick black glasses from atop his nose and placed them on his Italian textbook, sitting up straight. "Can I ask what about?" He asked.

"Kurt. You and I need to talk about Kurt." Puck clarified coldly. "I hear you two are dating." Blaine nodded. "I'm not sure if I like that or not. Quite frankly, I'm not sure if I like you or not."

Blaine didn't know what to say to that, either.

Puck continued. "So listen here, Frodo, I'm gonna get one thing straight." He said, and his eyes softened the tiniest bit. "I still have feelings for Kurt." He shrugged. "Probably always will."

Blaine reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, because, um, awkward.

"But that doesn't mean I'm gonna chase after him and try to tear you two apart." Puck assured him. "All's I want is for him to be happy and safe, because he's been hurt too many times to handle anything else. He's been hurt by bullies, by boys, hell, by me, and I regret it every day because now I've been given the chance to see what an amazing person he is, and I don't want to see him fall in love with someone just to be hurt again." He shoved his bands into his pickets after uncrossing his arms. "And if he does love you, which I'm sure he does, I'm gonna be happy for him because he's one of my best friends now and I'm not doing anything to screw it up, because the way I feel for him is the sane way I still feel for Quinn, and I know that I'll move on. But I will not stand off in the sidelines and watch if he gets his heart broken. Bottom line, Helmet-Head, watch what you're doing. 'Cause of you break his heart, I'll break everything else on you. Clear?" He asked, finishing his speech.

Blaine stared at him. "I wouldn't hurt Kurt. Never." He said. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't, because that's how strong Kurt is. I admire him and I think he's amazing, and if I ever, ever, hurt him, you have my full permission to murder me." He said.

Puck was silent for a moment. "I guess were on the same page, then."

"I suppose so." Blaine agreed.

Puck sighed heavily through his nose. "I trust you, man." He stick out his hand for Blaine to shake. "Don't let me down."

Blaine shook the offered hand. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Without another word, only a mere nod, Puck left.

Afterwards, Blaine smiled to himself.


"What are you so smiley about?" Kurt asked, he and Blaine's entwined hands in between them on the bed that they were sitting on.

Blaine looked up, still smiling. "Im just happy to be with you."

Kurt rolled his was. "You have got to be the corniest man alive, Blaine." He said with a smile.

"Damn straight." Blaine said, leaning in to place a kiss to Kurt's lips. Then his brow furrowed. "Or, wait, not so straight...damn bent?"

Kurt laughed so hard he fell off of the bed.

Blaine watched him and quietly wondered how one person could be so damn perfect.

Later, Kurt would tell him that he had known all along that the Warblers had been watching them that night, and that that was the whole he reason he went to see the Warblers at all that night.

Blaine thanked the dear lord that he had left that window open for Kurt to see through, just as Kurt thanked Grilled Cheesus that he and his girls had been caught on camera.


Until next time, dearies!