A/N: I'm well aware that I'm probably preaching to the choir here, but I feel that it needs to be said. I DON'T HATE BLAINE! In fact, I love him. I had several reviewers tell me that I must hate him. But this is just FANFICTION, and it made for an interesting plot. And if you really hate my story or the way that I portray my characters, don't read it. It's as simple as that. There's no need to tell me that my story is "completely ridiculous" and that I am "incredibly biased".
Another point to address: A lot of people thought that what Blaine said wasn't so bad. ARE YOU JOKING? Do you know what it's like to lose somebody that you love that much? The pain may numb, but it never goes away. I hope you all see how it affected Kurt in this chapter. What Kurt did was wrong, of course, but he honestly thought he was doing the right thing. If you watch the show you know that Kurt CAN BE selfish, and doesn't always think of other people. Like last week's episode with Chandler, for example.
So, I apologise if you agreed with me from the start and was just forced through an excessively long author's note. Onwards!
The next day Kurt woke to find his head using a hard chest as a pillow. It was rising and falling softly, matching the small snores coming from Finn's mouth. The fabric on Finn's shirt was still damp from Kurt's tears. Kurt sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes and wincing as the memories of yesterday came flooding back to him.
Then he remembered that he hadn't moisturized or brushed his teeth and he had slept in his clothes and he cursed quietly. It was already shaping up to be a bad day. He headed upstairs to shower and try to forget about yesterday's events. Once he was dressed and moisturized, he headed back down the stairs to find Finn in the kitchen studying the box of pancake mix in pure concentration, his eyes squinted. He didn't notice Kurt until the smaller boy spoke, his voice croaky.
"What are you doing, Finn? You know you're not supposed to cook without supervision."
"I was going to make you some pancakes, but you came down before I could."
"That's okay. You're thoughtful, but I'm not hungry."
"You should eat."
"I'll bring something with me to go, how's that?"
"Where are you going?"
"I think I'm going to spend some time with my mom," Kurt replied softly.
"Wait—but your mom's—oh!" Comprehension dawned on Finn's face and Kurt smiled softly.
"Yes, Finn. And I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anybody except dad or Carole if they ask."
"The entire Glee club is sure to be over here soon," Finn replied. "I can't hold them off forever, you know."
Kurt sighed. "I really don't want to see anyone right now."
"I know," Finn said. "Go visit your mom. I'll tell everyone that you're not up to seeing them yet."
"Thanks, Finn. You're a good brother."
"Hey, I made a promise at the wedding and I intend to keep it."
Kurt wrapped his arms around Finn's middle again, and hugged him tightly. Then he grabbed his keys off of the hook near the door and opened the door to the Navigator. The first thing he did was rip down the photo of himself and Blaine that he had taped to the dashboard. Then he put on his overly fashionable sunglasses and drove to the flower shop and then to the quiet cemetery at the edge of town.
He felt a pang of sadness as he drove through the large, black gates and under the large sign that declared it to be 'The Lima Cemetery.' Parking, he got out with his flowers and picnic blanket and wandered slowly over to the grave that read Elizabeth Hummel- April 15, 1968 – September 12, 2003. Wife to Burt Hummel and loving mother to Kurt Hummel. She was a fighter, gone too soon.
"Hi mom," he whispered as he lay out the blanket and placed that flowers on the grave. "I miss you. Dad's good; the tire shop is busier than ever. I was excellent until yesterday."
Kurt often came to visit his mom when he was feeling sad like now. He felt like it helped talking to her; kind of like she was still there with him. Last year, when he was being bullied all the time, he spent every other afternoon talking to her. He knew that it was a bit ridiculous, but it helped. Despite the act her put on, the loss of his mother still hurt him every day.
"Remember my boyfriend Blaine? I told you about him on my last visit. I thought I loved him. But yesterday we had a huge fight. He told me that I have trust issues because of everything that happened with Karofsky and the New Directions last year and he brought up you. He thinks that I have trust issues because you're not with us anymore. He knows how hard it is for me, and he still said it, intentionally trying to hurt me.
"And I know what you'd say if you were here. What did you do to him? All I did was try to figure out if he was keeping secrets from me. Okay—I spied on him and looked through his phone. I know it's wrong, but I apologized. And then we had a huge blowout because he was angry that I had invaded his privacy and he was keeping secrets from me. I feel horrible about everything I did. I was being paranoid and selfish, and I know that, but I can't believe he would intentionally hurt me like that. And I don't know what to do. I miss him. I think I still love him, but I don't know."
His eyes were filling with tears again.
"And I wish you were here because I miss you so much, and then you could actually help me with my problems. I know that it wasn't your fault. Cancer got the best of you, but I just wish that you were here."
Kurt pulled a tissue out of his packet and blew his nose. He stayed quiet after that, lost in his own thoughts and didn't even hear the footsteps approach from behind.
"I thought I'd find you here," that all-too-familiar voice said quietly.
Kurt turned around. "Blaine—what are you doing here? Did Finn tell you that I was here?"
"No," Blaine replied. "I was looking for you, and I figured you'd be here. This is where you go when you're upset, and after my stupid remark yesterday, I had inkling."
"So now you're trying to ruin my one peaceful place?"
Blaine sat down next to Kurt on the checkered picnic blanket. Kurt moved away, anxious to keep a distance from the boy who had broken his heart.
"No, I came to apologize. What I said was wrong and stupid. I was upset and angry and worked up about everything. I swear I didn't mean it, and it was a horrible low blow. I should never have said it and there's no excuse."
"So you think you can just waltz in here and expect to be forgiven? Did you know I cried myself to sleep because of you? I kept Finn up all night with my crying. And it's all your fault."
"Kurt—I'm so sorry. I don't know what I can say to make it better. And since I'm on the subject, I know that I shouldn't have kept secrets from you, but it was really important that nobody knew. I know that I can trust you, but Alexander doesn't know that. I was just scared, you know? Alexander can't be sent back to his home in LA. He just can't. And the more people that know he's a minor living away from home, the more likely it is that he'll be sent back."
"I understand why you didn't, Blaine, I just wish you felt like you could trust me."
"But I can trust you. You know more about me than anyone else. I just didn't want to spill Alexander's secret."
"Well I guess I can accept your apology. While we're apologizing, I think I should apologize again for snooping. I really don't know what came over me. I was just so worried. I loved you so much that I didn't want to see you with another man. You don't know what it's like, seeing your boyfriend with another guy and feeling like he's got something you don't; like he's better than you in every way and that's why your boyfriend is cheating on you. So I tried to figure out why. In retrospect, it wasn't the best idea, but I did what I felt was best at the time."
"It was so wrong," Blaine replied. "But your apology is accepted too. So where do we go from here?"
"I don't know," Kurt replied honestly. "That was a pretty big fight. We haven't had one that big since before we started dating."
"I know. But I still love you. I want to be with you."
"And I want to be with you. But I think that we need to figure out how we're going to make sure that this doesn't happen again. I don't want to ever fight like that again."
"I think we should just promise to be honest with each other. If you had have just asked me what was going on, or if I had have told you right from the beginning, none of this would have happened.
"So we'll just promise to be honest with each other all the time?"
"I think so."
"Well," Kurt replied. "I can do that. I'll start now. I missed you."
"I missed you too," Blaine replied. "I kept waiting for your goodnight text last night."
Kurt snuggled closer to Blaine, closing the distance between them and pressed his lips to Blaine's in a sweet kiss.
"I love you," Blaine murmured before deepening the kiss.
"And I love you," Kurt replied.
After Kurt and Blaine had bid Elizabeth adieu, they decided to go back to Kurt's house and hang out.
They walked in to find the entire Glee Club waiting for Kurt in the living room. There was a large, standing up whiteboard with diagrams all over it, but Kurt decided not to question it.
"Kurt!" Mercedes cried. "Finn filled us in on everything! How could he do that to you! You know, I never liked that boy and—"
"What the hell is he doing here?" Santana interrupted, pointing over Kurt's shoulder at Blaine, who Mercedes apparently hadn't noticed.
"We made amends," Kurt said as Blaine came forward and looped his arm around Kurt's waist.
"Come on, Kurt," Rachel said. "You can't forgive him for this. Once a cheater, always a cheater." She seemed to be looking now, not at Kurt and Blaine, but at Quinn.
"Well it's a good thing that he wasn't cheating then, wasn't it?" Kurt said lightly.
"Wait—what?" There was a collective gasp from the group.
"You all don't need to know the details," Kurt continued. "But it was all just a misunderstanding. Everything is fine."
"But we just planned our revenge!" Artie protested, holding up a spiral bound notebook covered in notes and diagrams while gesturing to the whiteboard.
"Well it's not needed," Kurt said. "Thank you."
"Dudes," Puck said, speaking up from the back. "Why don't we show Warbler Boy our plans so he knows what'll happen if he ever really does cheat?"
Everyone except Kurt and Blaine made noises of agreement.
"Excellent," Puck said. "Blaine, have a seat." He patted the spot next to him, his smile a little to fake and menacing to be real.
Blaine gulped but did as he was told.
And so they explained their plan: an exceedingly intricate plan involving every member in the glee club and many various tortures, including methodically burning every piece of sheet music he owned, Chinese water torture and for some odd reason, rubber chickens. Blaine was sufficiently pale by the end, and everyone else, save Kurt, was extremely pleased by that.
As Blaine was released from the grasp of the New Directions, Kurt grabbed his boyfriend's hand and grinned, happy that things were back to normal at last.
A/N: The End! I hope you all enjoyed it, and thank you for those of you who stuck with it. One last review would make me very happy! :D