Kurt wasn't used to waking up to the sound of a guitar.

He kept his eyes shut and tried to stay as still as possible, assessing where he was through feel and by ear.

The guitar continued playing somewhere above him and Kurt felt something solid but soft at the same time shift slightly under his head. Birds were softly singing above him and he felt the uncomfortable texture of ground and pebbles beneath him.

He gathered he was on the floor, and lying on someone plucking at a guitar softly.

Kurt considered moving, but the mix of comfortable and uncomfortable made him lie still and wait a few more moments.

The sun shone onto his face. He felt its gentle warmth and the breeze ruffled his hair slightly. It felt nice.

He remembered what had happened now; after Blaine's performance everyone had started singing and somehow a few mash ups had turned into a full blown party. Holly and Mr Shue joined them when the sun went down and brought with them food from the dining hall (and somehow Puck had managed to crack into Holly's liquor cabinet inside her cabin and pretty much everyone except Kurt and Mr Shue had gotten drunk).

Kurt remembered slow dancing with Blaine as Wes crooned out "The Way You Look Tonight", the song becoming a duet when Mercedes got up and performed with him. Kurt also remembered having to then pick a drunk and giggling Blaine off of the floor at some point. The party had ended around dawn and everyone (except Sam and Quinn, who had staggered back to Quinn's cabin drunkenly and Kurt really didn't want to ask) had dropped to the ground beneath them and fell asleep.

Kurt had protested at first—come on, it was the ground. These were McQueen jeans. McQueen jeans should never touch the ground. But then Blaine had pulled him down with him and snuggled Kurt close, whispering about sleep and moonlight and twinkly eyes. Kurt realised in a few short moments of Blaine clinging and cuddling that Blaine was a very touchy person. Blaine would randomly reach out and twine their fingers together, or stroke the side of Kurt's cheek and giggle drunken songs into Kurt's ear.

Kurt found he didn't really mind.

The guitar plucking stopped and voice whispered softly to him.

"What are you smiling about?"

The rough edge of fingertips smoothed over Kurt's forehead and he felt a hand slip into his own.

Kurt smiled, eyes still shut. "You. Being drunk. You're a very clingy, happy drunk, did you know that?"

Soft, breathy laughter washed over Kurt's face. "Says you. I think I'm an awesome drunk."

Kurt laughed and then slowly opened his eyes.

Blaine stared down fondly at him, a dash of amusement in his eyes. The sun glanced off of his brow and nose and Kurt's own eyes roved over the faint freckles there. He looked back to Blaine eyes which were warm and rich looking. They smiled at each other. Blaine rubbed his thumb over the back of Kurt's hand and Kurt felt how callused it was. He glanced over to the guitar.

"You play?" he asked curiously, getting up slowly and shifting so he faced Blaine. Their hands were still clasped and Blaine began tracing Kurt's fingers, looking down sheepishly.

Kurt watched Blaine smooth his fingers over his Kurt's. It was so stupid to get such a thrill from the simple touch of someone touching his fingers- but since when did this ever happen to him? The gesture seemed almost too intimate, almost too much. Kurt began blushing as Blaine's fingers brushed softly over his knuckles. Yep, definitely stupid.

Oh, could you be any more of a touch-starved virgin? Kurt asked himself sardonically.

Blaine gave a half shrug. He kept his head down. "It's Mr Shue's. I saw him playing it last night—before I got drunk, because after that everything's just one big messy blur—and I wanted to . . . play again. I haven't picked up a guitar in a while. I woke up and it was next to me- he must have left it there."

"Will you play me something?" Kurt asked eagerly. He grinned at Blaine's half hearted grimace, but he detracted his hand from Kurt's and picked up the guitar.

Kurt didn't know whether this it was this new found affection, the quiet, blissful atmosphere around them or maybe he just had a thing for guys with guitars that he'd never knew about—but when Blaine positioned himself with the guitar, head bent low over the neck, curls falling softly forward and fingers softly strumming suddenly against the strings, Kurt's mouth dropped open and all he could think was oh my God.

Blaine strummed and began humming quietly. Kurt stared in awe; the quiet air around them was filled with Blaine's soft plucking. Kurt recognised the melody—I See The Light from Tangled. Kurt snorted but his heart trembled at the appropriateness of the song.

"Your love for Disney is slightly scary. First Kiss the Girl, now this?"

Blaine looked up and smirked. "Hey, you think I'm bad? Wes only watches Disney movies. He can quote Aladdin backwards." He absentmindedly plucked again and Kurt watched Blaine's fingers dance across the strings and the muscles tense in Blaine's bare arms.

Then Blaine began playing A Moment Like This and Kurt was knocked out of his fascinated stupor. He laughed loudly.

"Really, Blaine? You little cheeseball."

Blaine pouted but Kurt saw the warm light in Blaine's eyes. "Watch the little jokes, Porcelain." He waggled his eyebrows and grinned.

Kurt rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

Blaine played a few random tunes of his own. A half hearted melody he was playing melded into Your Song and Blaine suddenly looked right at Kurt, lips bowed into a soft smile. Kurt actually questioned his sanity for a second as he thought oh my God, kiss the hell out of him right now frantically.

Kurt just smiled widely, almost too widely to be contained and shifted so he could bury his face in Blaine's shoulder.

How had he ever lived without this? The warm feel of another's body under his, the soft touch of fabric under his cheek, the irrevocable feeling of being wanted and liked.

They stayed like that for a while; Kurt wrapped around Blaine's side, head fitting perfectly into Blaine's collarbone, Blaine plucking away, rapidly changing between songs. Kurt listened, enthralled.

Eventually, he broke the silence. "Do you think this will last?"

The doubt had been worming its way in slowly, tainting every new moment with Blaine.

Blaine frowned and Kurt watched the way Blaine's eyebrows dipped. Blaine didn't have to ask what he meant.

"Truthfully? I hope so." Blaine replied, shrugging his one shoulder. "Is it stupid that I've only known you for a week but I feel . . . I feel I could really love you," he laughed softly and Kurt felt Blaine's shoulder vibrate beneath him, "despite us hating each other at first." He was quiet again. "It just fits. It seems right that we should always end up together in the end. How stupid is that?"

For once Kurt was rendered speechless. Whatever he had been thinking had just been so effortlessly put into words. He wondered if Blaine would always do that—take Kurt's feelings and insecurities and most secret thoughts and put them into soft spoken, gentle words.

Kurt turned his head slightly and placed a feather light kiss to Blaine's neck. "It's not stupid at all."

They tried to keep themselves together. They talked every night and Skyped and every other week they'd try their hardest to see each other.

Eventually though, the distance was beginning to make their relationship crumble without either of them realising. It was always the hghest obstacle they would try to hurdle over during coffee or a particular busy late night phone call, and was the usual fight starter—fights which were becoming more and more frequent Kurt realised, once he thought about it.

They drifted, as most long-distance relationships did and eventually the texts petered out and finally they just stopped talking all together. They did other things and got on with their lives.

Kurt only let himself think of Blaine late at night, when all his homework was done and he was trying to scrub the grape-slushie from his new coat or while he was curled up in bed, clutching his phone and desperately wishing for a call.

He missed Blaine- and he hated that he missed him. He missed him so much that sometimes he'd stop in the middle of the hallways of McKinley and try to catch his breath, because something had reminded him of Blaine's green-hazel eyes, or 'their' song, or the simple way Blaine used to catch Kurt's eyes and smile. It tore the breath from him but he chided himself and moved on, forgetting the moment until later when he was safely away from curious eyes.

He told himself it was so stupid to miss Blaine.

But until Blaine he's always found himself not quite whole, not all there. Blaine had changed him for the better—Kurt didn't let clothes or sharp, cold words talk for him anymore. He'd faced up to his insecurities and fears that week away and it couldn't be reversed. He held himself better now. He wasn't scared anymore.

Without Blaine though, he felt invisible. He would get a horrible ache in his chest that not even belting out his most favourite song could get rid of.

He missed Blaine and it was too late to do anything about it.

Blaine was gone. Blaine had moved on from Kurt and he wasn't coming back.

Kurt didn't usually stop at that coffee shop. Usually, it was a quick cup before he went to school in the morning but he'd woken up late and there hadn't been time.

Sending a quick text to Mercedes, he ducked into the coffee shop and stood in line.

Kurt fiddled with his scarf absentmindedly and tapped his foot, half listening to the sound system: Katy Perry's Teenage Dream began playing.

Kurt moved forward to order.

His phone buzzed in his pocket with a text; with one hand he took his coffee and thanked the server, and with the other reached into his pocket and took his phone out.

He froze when he read the caller id. Blaine.

Kurt's hand shook and he gaped at the screen. Should he read it? Should he ignore it?

With trembling fingers he pressed Read.

From: Blaine

You see I've forgotten if, they're green or they're blue.

Every nerve cell in Kurt's body frazzled wildly and he shook all over. What did that mean? One month of no contact and suddenly this? Kurt staggered forward and randomly sat down at a free table. He placed his coffee down and stared at the screen.

The door swung open behind him. Kurt stayed put, the time slowly trickling on as he gaped at the text. What should he put?

He heard footsteps behind him.

Then someone began singing:

"Anyway the thing is, what I really mean . . ."

Kurt gasped and turned so fast he nearly knocked his coffee over. His hands flew to his mouth.

There Blaine stood, eyes wide and imploring as he gazed at Kurt. Blaine's hair looked different and he was wearing a particularly awful uniform but right then Kurt didn't care. He didn't care right then (though he certainly would later) that Blaine hadn't spoken to him for months. Kurt would chew him out over it later and would make Blaine grovel and beg for him back. But that was later.

Right now though, Kurt shakily got to his feet, his eyes wide and he could feel the tears prick at his eyes.

Blaine looked so sincere that Kurt couldn't really help how his heart thrummed at the sight.

"Yours are the sweetest eyes that I've ever seen . . ."

Blaine drifted off and moved forward hesitantly, cautiously. "I have some explaining to do."

Kurt nodded. He didn't know how to explain it, but for the first time in a month and a half, suddenly having Blaine there singing only to him finally made him stop aching so hard.

Kurt ghosted forward until he was only inches away from Blaine. Blaine looked up at him hopefully.

With an easy grace and simplicity, Kurt leant down and kissed Blaine. He didn't know why he did it. He just had to; every cell in his body screamed for release, begged him to gently touch his lips to Blaine's. Never had a feeling felt more right to him.

Later, they would talk. Later Blaine would explain himself and maybe they could have what they'd had before.

Blaine had been right. It was right that they should always end up together in the end.

No matter what.

A/N: It's done! It's finished! What did you think? Good? Not good? I did originally have a different ending, and the last scene was split into Blaine and Kurt's POV, but I found this version flowed so much easier. I also think it leaves something to be desired, maybe? I feel like I wasn't ready to give this up and wrote a very ambiguous ending, aha. Anyway- thank you all so, so, so much for your hits and reviews. To say you've made me happy is an understatement. When I began writing this I had no idea you would love it so much and give me such brilliant support. You have made me so happy, and thank you for reading this and sticking by it and reviewing. I hope I haven't disappointed any of you and I hope you've enjoyed it. It has been an incredible fic to write and I've really enjoyed writing it myself. It has enabled my confidence in my writing to grow and your support has encouraged me to keep going. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!