Sorry this took so long, but here's the last chapter! I'm hoping to bang out the epilogue and get this finished up by the end of the weekend!

Chapter 11

Kurt had been so distracted by his thoughts of Blaine that he didn't stop and consider how awkward being with everyone was going to be. Not that he expected everyone to be crammed in Rachel and Finn's living room when he arrived. But they were, Santana and Britney sitting on the floor in the corner at Puck's feet. Finn was sandwiched between his mother and Burt, and Rachel and Mercedes were standing in the corner. They were all staring at him, hadn't stopped since Rachel let him in. He was just standing there waiting for someone, anyone to say anything because Kurt was so overwhelmed by the amount of eyes watching him he couldn't form any words.

Carole was the first to get up, cooing about how good it was to see him wrapping her arms around him tightly, and it felt nice, familiar and her scent relaxed him slightly. Finn was standing behind her when she finally let go, and wrapped Kurt up in one of his signature bro hugs, and this time Kurt reciprocated, hugging back the boy, or he should say man that looked over his father while he was missing.

"Are you here for a visit or.." Burst asked trailing off, He never got up from his spot on the couch, just watched his son with a curious expression. Kurt took a shaky breath.

"Staying, uh, I mean, yeah, I, I broke up with Cole" Kurt said. Burt's face stayed the same, emotionless but his friends surrounding him all broke out in smiles, Britney nudged Santana in the ribs and she broke out into a silent laugh.

"I am so proud of you" Rachel said from the corner taking steps towards him. "You are more than welcome to stay in our guest room until you get your feet on the ground" she added, Finn nodding enthusiastically besides her. Kurt must have flinched or made some sort of noticeable expression because Burt cleared his throat and asked for some family time. Mercedes left with Britney, Santana and Puck but not before making breakfast plans for the following day before Mercedes and Puck had to fly home. Once everyone was gone Rachel excused herself to the kitchen reluctantly, and Kurt was now sitting across from his stepbrother, stepmother and father.

"You don't want to stay in the city" Burt said, it wasn't a question. Kurt nodded his head.

"Carole and me discussed it, and we think you should come home. We would like you to come home" Burt adds and Kurt feels a wave of relief wash through him.

"That's what I was going to ask. I know you guys are probably used to having an empty nest but I was thinking home was where I needed to be, and I could help out around the shop, or whatever you need me to do I'm flexible-"

"We can figure out the details when we get home son", and Kurt can't help but get a little teary eye when his dad calls it home, because home was something he'd never thought he'd get to see again.

…

Blaine had barely stopped playing the past three days. He took breaks to eat, nap and pick up sheet music from a nearby music store but otherwise his fingers were attached to the keys, filling his empty apartment with music.

Oliver wasn't sure what he was expecting to find when he came home, but he was certain Blaine looking unwashed hunching over a keyboard wasn't it. He watched his boyfriend playing from what appears to be memory, almost manic like. He had never seen Blaine so wrapped up, so passionate about something before.

"This is new," Oliver says interrupting both Blaine and his train of thoughts. Blaine abruptly stops playing, the apartment now eerily quiet.

"Oh, hey, uh how long have you been here?" Blaine asks turning around to face Oliver. His face scruffy, dark circles under his eyes.

"Long enough. So what's with the piano? And the lack of sleep and showering?" Oliver asks with a soft chuckle.

"I was just in the mood, and I can't seem to bring myself to stop" Blaine says rubbing his eyes. "Are you just here to get more clothes or?" Blaine trails off. Oliver takes a deep breath taking a step closer to Blaine sitting down on the coffee table so he's directly in front of him.

"I was hoping maybe for good" he says softly. "Look Blaine, I-I think we both made some mistakes these past couple of weeks. I've done a lot of thinking, and the truth is, at the end of all this silliness I don't want to lose you. And if that means I have to accept Kurt being a part of your life again then I'll try to figure out a way to do that".

"Kurt's gone" Blaine says in a low voice.

"Gone? As in he ran away again"?

"No, he went home, to Ohio". Oliver watches Blaine's expression, but he remains emotionless.

"Well that's what you all wanted isn't it? Him and his family reunited again"?

"Yeah", Blaine clears his throat and his voice becomes more cheerful. "That's exactly what I wanted. So are you", he reaches out and grabs Oliver's hand and squeezes it.

The first two weeks were good. Oliver took some time off from the hospital, and they worked on getting things back to way they were. Blaine sang him silly love songs, they went on walks through Central Park, they spent hours under the covers on rainy days getting reacquainted. Things were slightly back to normal besides the constant stream of Blaine's keyboard wafting through the apartment. It was nice, Oliver thought. He was happy Blaine had some sort of hobby, that Blaine seemed to be happier considering all that had happened. But for what ever reason, the happy sounds that should make Oliver fall even more with his much goofier boyfriend, irked him a little.

One day Blaine was home from work after Oliver, which was highly unusual. He had the biggest smile on his face and he kissed Oliver on the cheek sloppily.

"I went to this new café to get some coffee, and they have open mic nights every Saturday night, and guess who is signed up for this one?" Blaine said, his face so animated it was slightly distracting.

"I am going to go out on a limb here and say you", Oliver said surveying the fridge to decide what to make for dinner.

"You're no fun" Blaine said playfully, "But yes, and it's perfect because that's your night off".

"So it is" Oliver said.

Oliver went of course, because his boyfriend was happy, which should have made him happy. But three Saturdays in a row, and Oliver was annoyed. He should have been happy, his boyfriend was another person on that makeshift stage, he smiled, and laughed, and, he was starting to draw in a weekly crowd of supporters. But it really bothered Oliver, he still had no clue why, but this whole music thing, Oliver wasn't a fan. He stopped going with Blaine, and he knew it hurt Blaine deeply, but he just couldn't stand to go to one more, so he made up an excuse about getting migraines every time he went, and he thought his problem would be solved.

Until Blaine came back one Saturday night, over the moon.

"They want to pay me to play on Thursday and Friday nights, can you believe it, they want to pay me" he announced excitedly rushing to get ready for bed so he could join Oliver.

"What about your real job?" Oliver asked.

"This is at night, it won't be a big deal" Blaine said, but it was a big deal, a huge deal, it was making Oliver's blood boil, so he just turned around and went to sleep, leaving Blaine slightly hurt and confused.

It all came out a month later, it turned out Blaine's second job was going to be a little more then a night job. He had to plan out two new set lists twice a week, and Blaine spent the majority of his free time rehearsing in the apartment. Oliver had been on the phone with his newly engaged sister when he just couldn't take it anymore, something inside him just snapped.

"WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT" he screamed from the bedroom, and when the apartment went silent, he swiftly hung up the phone. Blaine appeared in the doorway, looking sad and sorry.

"I didn't realize that it bothered you so much", Blaine said honestly.

"It's just constant" Oliver said dismissively.

"Maybe I can use the money I've been saving to invest in some rehearsal space, you're right it's not fair for you, I know it bothers your head" Blaine said.

"Don't worry about it, sorry I yelled" Oliver said. Blaine stayed in the doorway, watching Oliver, he obviously wanted to say something, to talk about it, but Oliver, he just couldn't now.

"I'm going to make dinner," he said, walking around Blaine and into he kitchen.

He enjoyed the quiet while he cooked, it was the first time in a while that he could actually hear himself think. He loved Blaine, he truly and really did. But this new, energetic, silly, musically passionate Blaine wasn't his Blaine. Oliver frowned, turning off the burner the boiling pasta was currently on and poured two glasses of wine. He knew what he had to talk to Blaine about, as he sat down on the couch next to him silently, and as he passed Blaine a glass, he had a feeling Blaine knew too.

…..

Kurt couldn't believe he had been home for three months. It had been strange at first, living in his old, untouched bedroom, waking up and wandering into the kitchen to find Carole or Burt sitting enjoying a cup of coffee. It took a lot of adjustment, and redecorating his old bedroom, but eventually he adjusted. He even was working at an old book store that had been around when he was a kid, and he was starting to enjoy himself.

He was currently in Tina Cohen-Chang's living room, with a five year old peering up at him curiously. Tina smiled at him from her chair, looking exactly like she did in high school, minus the Goth clothing and colored hair streaks.

"I was wondering when I'd get to see you" she starts, taking a sip of her tea.

"Of course everyone knows you've been home. And I know you've seen Quinn, and Puck a couple of times, I was going to call you but Mike made me wait for you to come here. And here you sit".

"I'm sorry it's taken so long, the only reason I've seen is Quinn is because she came into the bookstore and forced me into having lunch, to be honest, it's still a little weird to see everyone, I'm still adjusting". Tina nods.

"I get it, and we don't-we can just pretend this is normal if you'd like". Kurt remembers what he always loved about Tina, her easy going calming ways, he had absolutely taken them for granted in High School, but he wasn't about to do that anymore.

"No, well, my therapist would be disappointed in me if I did that, but thanks".

"Therapist?" Tina questions.

"My dad's idea, to work out some of my issues, to talk about the reasons I left and such, I actually slightly enjoy it".

"Good, I'm glad that's working out for you, I'm glad you're home" Kurt smiles in response.

"I've missed you. All of you" Kurt admits looking over at Tina and Mike's framed wedding picture. "I'm especially sorry I missed that" he says.

"The whole time I kept imagining what you would have thought of everything" Tina admits with a little giggle.

"I'm sure it was stunning".

"How long are you planning on being here?" Tina asks and Kurt hesitates.

"A while I think, I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with my life yet, plus, I'm enjoying spending time with my dad, and hopefully you and this little one" he smiles down at the younger girl.

"It'll be nice to have you around" Tina says. "But when you're ready Kurt, don't be afraid to take a leap. You still have so much time to achieve your dreams".

"Thanks Tina".

They talked about old memories, Tina and Mike's life now, when Tina unknowing, shifted the conversation to Blaine.

"He's single now. I don't know if you got to meet Oliver, but according to Facebook they broke up a couple of months ago" she smiles, obviously enjoying a gossip session not involving Elmo or whatever the kids were watching these days.

"I did meet Oliver, that's a shame" Kurt says slowly, although his mind is reeling.

"I don't know why, I keep telling Mike to call and ask, but of course he won't do that", Kurt chuckles softly.

"I know you saw him, Mercedes told me everything" she says looking a little guilty.

"I did see Blaine, he was the original one to find me, with Finn".

"Mhmm. I heard from Mercedes that you two have a lot of unresolved feelings for each other". Kurt blushes.

"I'm not entirely sure what she means by that" Kurt says.

"If there's one thing I know Kurt, it's that you can't let a good thing go".

"Even if I wanted to, I'm not in good enough shape to be involved with Bl- with anyone". Tina just smiles and changes the subject, but Kurt can't help the small voice in the back of his mind, "Maybe one day though".