A/N: Oh look! An update! Sorry it took so long :S

This is the last chapter, but I'll probably be writing some more futurefics, so look out for those ^_^

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"Blaine! Wait!" Kurt called after his boyfriend who had just stormed out of the choir room.

The performance was over and while most people were jumping up and down congratulating each other on a successful performance, Blaine had quietly changed, removed his stage make-up and picked up his bag before angrily leaving the room. Kurt had seen this from over Mercedes' shoulder as she strangled him in a tight hug and he had quickly struggled from the embrace to chase him. He didn't know how, but he had to make things right.

"Blaine," he said as he finally caught up with the shorter boy.

"I have nothing to say to you Kurt," Blaine said, stopping to glare at him. Kurt could see tears pooling in his eyes and he felt his stomach knot.

"Blaine, I –"

"No! Save it, Kurt," he interrupted, his voice cracking slightly. "You know, one of the reasons I liked and admired you so much was that you were loyal. That's what Mercedes told me about you, that's what Rachel told me about you. Fuck, even Finn told me that you would never hurt the people you care about. So where does that leave me, huh?"

Kurt was about to answer, but Blaine cut him off again.

"I know you're going to tell me that this isn't your fault, and yeah, while you didn't initiate anything, the point is you fucking kissed him back. You kissed the guy who made your life a living hell to the point of having to transfer schools. I mean, he threatened to kill you, Kurt. And now you have feelings for him? I've seen some pretty weird stuff in my time, but I think this kind of takes the cake."

Kurt felt a small pocket of anger bubble up in his stomach at this. The concerned and guilty look that was on his place before was suddenly replaced with a scowl.

"Blaine you know that he's apologised – he feels terrible about what he did," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"That doesn't change the fact that it's happened," said Blaine, raising his voice slightly. "You think guys like that stop being violent just because they've said sorry?"

"Just because you have your own unresolved bully issues does not mean you can comment on everyone else's. God, you think you're such a hero!" said Kurt, now fuming with anger. He hated it when people acted like experts and told him what he should or should not be doing.

"I'm not commenting because of my fucking bullying issues! I'm your boyfriend, Kurt! I care about you!" Blaine was yelling and heads were popping out of the choir room to see what all the commotion was. Neither of them noticed. "I really can't believe that you're trying to turn me into the bad guy now! You're the one who was kissing another guy!"

Kurt's expression softened into guilt again. Despite Blaine's unfair assumptions about Dave, he was right. He had kissed back. He tried to think about how he would feel if he was in the same position as Blaine and he realized that Blaine's anger was justified.

"I do love you," he said softly, knowing that it wouldn't do anything to help.

"I believe you," said Blaine softly, and Kurt felt his heart swell with the possibility that he might not have completely screwed this up. "The thing is, Kurt, it's not just me that you have feelings for and we can't move on from here unless you sort out what those feelings are. It's not fair to me, you... or even Karofsky."

Kurt nodded feeling like his body was made of lead. He hung his head as shame coursed through his veins like lava and he didn't know what to say. When he looked up again, Blaine had already reached the door that led to the parking lot. Filled with an ache he couldn't get rid of, Kurt went back to the changing room and removed his makeup in silence, ignoring the whispers behind him. He didn't know how, but he needed to make everything right with Blaine again.

The only problem was that he wasn't sure whether that was what he really wanted anymore. As he thought of Dave and the kiss that had started all this drama, he felt a thrill at the pit of his stomach.

More confused than he had ever been in his entire life, Kurt made his way home and collapsed onto his bed, falling asleep without even changing into his night clothes.

"Karofsky was definitely the one who started it though."

"Yeah, but Blaine's pissed off about Kurt kissing back."

The RENT cast were sitting at their favourite spot at the Lima Bean and the only thing that any of them could think about was the Kurt and Blaine fight of the previous night. All their lectures on gossip forgotten, each of them was anxious to give their own opinions on the drama.

"I don't think Kurt was kissing him back though," offered Tina, "maybe he was just trying to make the best of a very bad situation."

"Please," said Santana rolling her eyes, "Ladypants wanted it. Bad. You could totally see it written all over his face."

"Enough!" said Mercedes, standing up and letting go of Sam's hand to bang her fist angrily on the table.

"What's the problem, Mercedes?" asked Brittany with her head cocked to the side.

"Yeah, you're usually the first to give your opinion on whatever's going on," said Puck, frowning a little.

"Well maybe I've realized that that's a shitty way to be a friend," she said, glaring at Puck, who looked down at his hands guiltily. She grinned inwardly that she could cause that kind of reaction, but masked it as she stared angrily at the rest of them. "Look y'all," she said, "I know that it's big news and that it's tempting to talk about it, but it's their problem. They need to sort it out for themselves. I'm sorry, but if you're all gonna carry on picking apart my best friend's relationship like it's part of some damn TV show, then I'm out."

She picked up her bag and began making her way out of the crowded cafe.

"I'm out too," said Sam, without half the conviction of Mercedes and clearly confused as to what was really happening. However, his exit still seemed to have the same effect. The remaining glee-clubbers looked at each other guiltily, each of them feeling as bad as the other, but none wanting to comment on it. Finally, with a cough, Rachel broke the silence.

"So did you see that Yada Adams and Trent Smith are going out?"

Mercedes looked over at them on the other side of the cafe, shaking her head. "They just don't stop."

"Well, you kinda gossip too," said Sam, honestly. Mercedes glared at him. "I – I mean you also offer commentary on relevant topics!" he added, trying to cover his tracks. Mercedes sighed.

"No, you're right. I do exactly the same thing. It just bugs me when it's about Kurt, you know?"

Sam nodded, and put an arm over her shoulder, holding her close and planting a small kiss on the top of her head. Mercedes looked up at him with a small smile.

"I need to go see him," said Mercedes, her smile faltering a little. "Do you mind if we cut today short? I think he needs someone to talk to and well, it's me, Rachel or his dad. He needs me."

Sam chuckled a little, placing a small kiss on Mercedes' lips. "Do what you have to. I'll hang out with the others. See you tonight."

"See you," Mercedes said, reluctantly letting go of Sam and making her way to her car with a huge grin in place. She'd have to wipe it off by the time she reached Kurt, but at the moment she was enjoying the warm fuzzy feeling she had growing from the pit of her stomach.

Kurt was woken up by his phone buzzing next to him on the nightstand. It was a text from Mercedes to say she'd be there in five minutes. Kurt jumped up and felt himself squirm when he realised that he hadn't changed from his clothes the previous night. He felt like such a slob. Hastily grabbing his planned outfit for the day, he jumped into his en-suite shower and scrubbed himself hastily, feeling relief at the warm water down his spine.

Five minutes later, feeling much cleaner and more put-together, he answered the door to Mercedes, who immediately gave him a huge hug.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked in a strangled voice over her shoulder. Mercedes let go of him, giving him a concerned look.

"You know perfectly well why I'm here," she said, with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm really not in the mood to talk about it 'Cedes," said Kurt, feeling his stomach drop a little at the reminder of the previous night's events.

"Tough shit," said Mercedes, grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs, stopping briefly to say a quick hello to Kurt's dad who was eating a fruit salad for breakfast. "You need to. And I'm not going to judge."

Kurt rolled his eyes as his best friend steered him into his room and plonked him down on his bed. She sat next to him and took one of his hands in both of hers, her dark eyes meeting his grey ones as she gave him a small smile.

"I kissed him back, 'Cedes," he said sadly, feeling a stray tear running down his cheek. "I kissed him back and now I've ruined everything."

"Hey," she said, rubbing her thumb over his unnaturally soft hand, "it's okay, hon. We'll find a way to sort this out. When you kissed Karof... I mean Dave, what was going through your mind?"

"I like him," he said, using his free hand to wipe his cheek. "I know I do and all these rehearsals have been really confusing for me. I just – I guess I wanted to know if kissing him would be as amazing as I was imagining it would be."

"And was it?" Mercedes asked, with a concerned look.

"In the moment," sighed Kurt. "But afterwards I felt miserable. I'm definitely in love with Blaine, but I don't know when or if these feelings for Dave will go away. What if they don't? I can't be with Blaine then, but I can't be with Dave if I'm in love with Blaine. I just don't know what to do."

"Well, it's not fair to either of them to keep them on a string like this."

"So I have to choose?"

Mercedes nodded. "Yeah," she said. "It's not going to be easy, but it's going to be a lot worse if you don't."

Kurt took a deep breath, his mind made up as to what he was going to do.

He just hoped he was doing the right thing.

Dave smiled despite himself. He was sitting on his own in the Lima Bean, completely overwhelmed with the events of the past twenty four hours. He had performed in front of an audience – who had loved it, he should note – he had sung one of his favourite songs somewhere other than the shower...

...and he had kissed Kurt Hummel. Really kissed him. Which had led to him talking to his parents about his sexuality. His parents, while not completely thrilled, seemed to understand that it was how it was going to be. To be honest, they seemed a little relieved – as if his behaviour from the previous year was explained. His dad had even said he was proud of him.

Honestly it was as if nothing could get him down. He couldn't shake the smile on his face as he sipped on his hot coffee, even though he knew he looked like an idiot. Through his happy haze, he noticed someone entering the packed coffee shop. It was Anderson. Hastily shifting himself so he was hidden from view, he watched as he ordered himself a coffee and sat down at a table pretty near to his own. A few minutes later, Anderson was joined by Kurt, who looked less than happy. Feeling a small twinge of guilt at knowing he was at least part of the problem, he shook it off as he watched the exchange between them. Both of them looked pretty uncomfortable and by the look on Kurt's face, the conversation they were about to have wouldn't be an easy one for him.

"So," said Kurt awkwardly.

"Yeah?" asked Anderson with a raised eyebrow. Kurt was silent for a moment and he took a sip of his coffee to steady himself.

"I can't do this," he said eventually, so softly that Dave hadn't actually heard it. It was obviously what he had said though, because Anderson's next question was, "Do what?"

"You were right last night. I do have feelings for Dave and it's not fair on you for me to be with you if there are doubts." Kurt looked up with a worried look. Anderson simply stared back, clearly not sure what to do.

"You deserve so much better than me," Kurt continued.

"Don't say that," said Anderson. "Look, Kurt, I know I said some screwed-up things last night, but I didn't mean it all. I was just upset. We can work through this."

"Blaine, even if we do work through this, I still have these feelings for Dave," he replied, a tear making its way down his face. "Forgiveness doesn't change the situation."

"So you're going to leave me for Karofsky?" asked Anderson quietly.

"No, because I still love you. It wouldn't be fair on him either."

Dave felt his heart sink. He had been growing increasingly elated as the conversation was progressing, hearing Kurt admit that he felt the same way about him. But it didn't even matter, because once again, Kurt was proving himself to be the bigger person.

Not even caring if the other two saw him anymore, he stood up and made his way to his car. He should have seen it coming – Kurt pretty much always did the noble thing. When he was bullying him, instead of turning around and outing him like anyone else would have, he had kept his secret and transferred schools when it got too much to deal with. When he had been voted Prom Queen, instead of running away like most people would have done, he got himself coroneted and enjoyed the rest of his evening. Instead of joining in the Dave/Santana gossip like everyone else, he had stuck up for them and organised a huge project to distract everyone.

And now because he had feelings for both of them, he refused to be with either of them.

Feeling defeated, Dave made his way home, wondering how he was going to be able to work himself up by that evening's performance.

"No, because I still love you. It wouldn't be fair on him either."

Blaine allowed himself to let these words sink in before he replied. Kurt still loved him. Surely, surely there was hope?

"But you don't love, Karofsky, Kurt. Please, Kurt – those things I said last night – please don't let this be over? Being with you has been the best thing that's happened to me in a long time and I –"

Kurt interrupted Blaine by pressing his lips firmly to his. The shorter boy gasped slightly, but Kurt only took this as an invitation to intensify the kiss. Their tongues explored each other's mouths insistently and while it wasn't spoken, the message was clear.

This was the last time they would do this.

They broke apart after a few minutes, out of breath and hardly caring that the entire coffee shop was staring at them. Tears stung in Blaine's eyes as he looked at the amazing person in front of him.

"Please, Kurt," he said in barely more than a whisper.

"I-I'm sorry," Kurt said shaking his head before standing up and leaving the cafe.

Blaine watched him leave, the taste of his coffee still on his lips, wondering how things had unravelled so fast.

Kurt wondered vaguely if he should call in sick. He really didn't feel up to performing that night, especially with them both there, but with new resolve he changed his mind. If he was ever going to make it anywhere in life, he had to face up to his difficulties.

So, putting on a brave face, he walked into the choir room that night. He didn't have much of a chance to look around though, as no sooner had he entered than Mercedes and Rachel were attacking him in a firm hug.

"I told her what was going on," said Mercedes into his ear as they stood hugging each other.

"You're amazing, Kurt," said Rachel. "I apologize if I forget to tell you that again in the future, but you are. I could never do the things you've done this year."

"We love you, Kurt," said Mercedes.

"I love you too," said Kurt, unable to hold back the tears that had been threatening to fall all afternoon. The three of them stood like that for a while longer before Kurt broke apart.

"Well, I'm going to the bathroom to compose myself and salvage what I can from my complexion. You girls better get ready."

Both girls nodded, wiping their own eyes before giving him another hug and running off to change into their costumes. Kurt smiled and made his way to the bathroom to do some damage control. His heart almost stopped when he saw Dave hunched over one of the sinks looking seriously at himself in the mirror. He straightened up when he saw Kurt and attempted to put on a smile, which Kurt immediately saw straight through.

"Hey, Dave," he said, hastily composing himself and taking a step nearer to the footballer. "What's up?"

"N-nothing. Just nervous about tonight, I guess," said Dave.

"This isn't just about tonight, though, I can tell," said Kurt. With a nervous look up at the taller boy, he added, "Is it about coming out to your parents?"

"No," said Dave. "They actually took it pretty well." With a deep breath, he figured he should tell him the truth. "I was in the Lima Bean earlier today and I overheard you talking to And – I mean Blaine – and well, I heard what you said about having feelings for me."

Kurt's stomach plummeted. He was hoping to pretend that there were no feelings for Dave and just let it fade, but now that he knew, everything was different.

"I also heard what you said about not being with me or him," Dave continued, "and I respect that. I'm not going to try to change your mind."

"But?" said Kurt sensing there was more.

"But," said Dave taking a step towards Kurt and closing the gap between their bodies, "just one time, I want to kiss you, really kiss you, and have you know about it before it happens."

Kurt swallowed and suddenly the only thing he could think of was Dave's lips pressed against his. He wondered what it would be like anticipating them, what it would be like to close his eyes and wait for the warm breath on his face, what it would be like to stand on his toes and fill the rest of the gap between them...

Kurt shook his head slowly. It was a bad idea. The last thing he needed was to add things to whatever this was. But Dave was looking down at him pleadingly and Kurt could tell that he needed the closure just as much as he did. So he gave a small nod and Dave immediately took a step closer so that their bodies were pressed together. Kurt closed his eyes, his heart hammering inside his chest. This was unlike the first two times Dave had kissed him, because this time he felt the same way and he knew it was going to happen.

It wasn't a spectacular kiss – it was nothing like their kiss of the previous night anyway – but it held so much more emotion. Dave was careful not to exceed Kurt's intensity and as a result their kiss was soft and sweet. When Kurt pulled away, Dave smiled sadly.

"Thank you," he said. It was all he could say. Kurt smiled back sadly, unable to find words to reply with. Instead he nodded and turned to head back to the choir room, finally convinced that he had done the right thing.

Kurt's senior year passed in a blur of Glee club meetings, exams, competitions, friendships and decisions. Finally though, he was on a plane on his way to reaching his dreams. He almost couldn't contain his excitement. Not only was he on his way to New York City with an internship to one of the top fashion magazines in the country, but he was leaving with his three best friends. Rachel, Mercedes and Blaine would all be studying at a college for the performing arts and they would all be sharing an apartment.

Kurt laughed at the three of them sitting in the row in front of them. Rachel and Blaine were in a deep argument over which song from Cats was the best and Mercedes was bobbing her head to whatever awesome radio station she had found to listen to.

He smiled to himself, glad that he had had this year to work on himself. He and Blaine had become really close friends and it wasn't awkward at all, something which Kurt would be eternally grateful for. Blaine had just started on a fresh argument about how it was the Rum Tum Tugger's song because of the timeless classic-rock feel to it and Rachel was trying to defend Memory by stating that it was one of the most famous ballads in the world.

He was so involved in their conversation that he barely noticed someone sit down next to him and only really looked around when he heard the click of the seatbelt. His eyes widened when he did notice him though. He was pretty damn gorgeous.

"Hi, I'm Jason," said the guy, stretching out a hand for Kurt to shake, which he took, still staring stupidly at him, trying to take in his dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. "You have a name too, I take it?" Jason added, raising a playful eyebrow.

"Yeah, sorry," he replied, shaking his head a little. "It's Kurt."

"Nice to meet you," he said with a grin.

"Are you also heading to New York?" Kurt asked, realising how stupid the question was after he asked it.

"Shit! Is that where this plane is going?" asked Jason in mock panic, before collapsing into a laughing fit. The sound sent shivers up Kurt's spine. He caught his friend's eye through the gap between his and Rachel's seats and Kurt had to bite back a laugh as Blaine mouthed "Yeah, get some!"

As it turned out, Jason was pretty much perfect. He was an actor and singer on his way to New York to study at the same college as Mercedes, Blaine and Rachel and to seal the deal, about halfway through the flight he pulled out his iPod, offering one of the earphones to Kurt. Government Hooker was playing.

"You like Gaga?" asked Kurt, with a surprised smile.

"Like is an understatement. I worship her. She is my religion," Jason said with a completely serious look. "What about you?"

"Same," Kurt said, unable to articulate more than single syllables anymore. Jason chuckled and began to explain about why he loved her and her music.

By the time the wheels touched down in JFK, they had exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up for coffee at some point in the future.

"You are one lucky son of a gun," said Mercedes as she watched Jason pick up his luggage at the carousel. "That is one damn fine piece of man."

"When you guys get married, I get to be maid of honour, right?" asked Blaine with a wink.

"Guys," said Kurt rolling his eyes, "I honestly don't know if I'll ever see him again."

"Yeah, but do you want to?" asked Rachel.

"So badly."

SIX YEARS LATER

Kurt couldn't help but stand as he applauded the amazing cast of RENT on the stage below. He had always loved this musical, even before he had been able to see it on Broadway like he was now. And this was not just any performance – tonight was a special opening night.

As the curtain fell again and people began making their way back to reality, Kurt made his way backstage. After flashing his press badge to a security guard, he made his way to the changing rooms, his thumb running over a small velvet box in his pocket as he went. He smiled nervously to himself, knowing that if he didn't do it now, he would never do it.

He smiled as he ran into Rachel, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. "Is he there?" he asked excitedly.

"Yeah, he's just changing and removing his make-up," she said, practically jumping up and down with excitement. "I can't believe this is actually happening."

"Me neither," said Kurt, unable to suppress a large and nervous grin. "By the way, you were amazing tonight. I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks, hon," she said, beaming. "Now get in there and win your man."

Kurt didn't need telling twice. He knocked on the dressing room door and after hearing a muffled "come in" he opened the door.

"Oh hey there gorgeous," said Jason, hastily wiping down his face, pausing only to flash a smile at his boyfriend. Kurt crossed the room swiftly and before Jason could say anything further, Kurt had pressed his lips firmly to his boyfriend's. Jason stopped what he was doing and relaxed into the kiss, feeling like the world around him had stopped. When they broke apart, Kurt sat down on the chair next to Jason's.

"There's something I want to ask you," Kurt said, a nervous flush creeping into his cheeks.

"Should I be scared?" asked Jason, injecting his humour into the situation like he always did when he wasn't sure of what was going on.

"No," said Kurt. "If anyone here is scared – it's me."

Jason's eyes looked questioningly at Kurt and he had to take a deep breath to continue what he had planned to say.

"I love you, Jason. I love you more than I could possibly begin to explain. These past six years have been the best years of my life and I know that it's because of you. You are my dream come true and on this night when your dreams are finally starting to come true, I wanted to ask you if you'd do me the honour of letting me be the one who is there to see all of them come true?"

At this Kurt did the customary thing and got down on one knee, producing the velvet box from his pocket. He could see tears begin to form in Jason's eyes.

"Jason Lee Andrews, will you marry me?"

Unable to form words, he simply nodded and climbed off his chair to kneel on the floor so he could hug Kurt better. They stayed that way for a few minutes before Kurt said, "I really want to see how the ring looks on you."

Jason pulled back, wiping his eyes with the moist towelette he was still clutching in his hand as Kurt placed the simple white-gold band onto his ring-finger.

"I love you so much," said Kurt with a smile.

"I love you too," said Jason, beaming and crying at the same time, face still full of makeup.

"I'll meet you outside when you're ready," said Kurt, taking his fiancée's hands and helping him up as he himself stood. I'm taking you somewhere to celebrate."

Jason grinned and pulled Kurt into a fierce kiss, only stopping when it became absolutely necessary to breathe again.

"See you then," he winked and Kurt felt his stomach do a back-flip. After six years, Jason still had that effect on him. He left the room before the desire to take him right there overcame him. After the stuffiness of the theatre, the cold New York air was welcome. He was so busy enjoying it that he didn't even notice the someone coming through the theatre door and he walked straight into them.

"Sorry, sir," he said, "didn't see you th-"

He stopped halfway through the sentence because he realized that the person he had just run into was Dave Karofsky.

"Kurt?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face.

"Dave!" Kurt smiled and hugged the taller man briefly. "What brings you to New York?"

"My husband's competing in a national skating competition, thought we'd come check out RENT while we were in town," said Dave, beaming as he spoke.

"Oh, Finn mentioned that you got married! Congrats! Did he come with you tonight or...?"

"Yeah, he's waiting just up the street in a cab. I told him I had to rush back and use the little boy's room," Dave said, motioning to a yellow taxi parked along the side of the road. "What about you? How have you been?"

"Well, I've been a New Yorker for the past six years," said Kurt with a smile, "been working as a fashion journalist."

"That's great," said Dave with a smile. "You still with... uh..."

"Jason?" Kurt offered.

"Yeah, are you still with Jason?" Dave asked curiously.

"Yep. In fact, we literally just got engaged. I asked him about five minutes ago."

"What?" said Dave with a massive grin, giving Kurt another huge hug. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks," said Kurt with a smile. Suddenly there was a shout of "Dave!" from down the street to which Dave replied that he was on his way.

"It was really great catching up, Kurt. See you around, okay?" With one last smile, he turned and jogged up the street to the other man. Kurt smiled and waved after him.

"Who was that?" asked Jason a second later, lacing his fingers through Kurt's and beaming at him.

"An old friend," said Kurt with a smile. "Now, I need to take my fiancée out to dinner for the first time. You coming?"

"Haha, you're so funny," said Jason sarcastically, taking hold of Kurt's arm as they hailed a taxi. Kurt couldn't resist kissing Jason on the cheek as they climbed into the cab. Even though his life was pretty chaotic, he knew that he would always draw on this moment because it was perfect.

As he passed a Billboard for RENT he smiled, silently thanking the musical that had started it all.

A/N: Okay guys, don't hate me because of the ending. Everyone is happy okay? I promise.

But thank you for reading. You guys are all amazing. xxxx