Hello loyal Gleeks, ACR here with the final chapter.

Its been too long since I updated. This, I know. And I deeply apologize! School started and season 3 started and I fell into other fandoms (Supernatural), and before I knew it, time and this story got away from me.

A lot has changed, obviously. I no longer ship Brittana but I will do my best to write it normally.

Also, more music! The songs used in order will be:

Back to December –Taylor Swift
Pour me out –He is We
Good To You –Mariana's Trench

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Enjoy!

Glee and its characters © Ryan Murphy

Blaine was sitting in his room and tapping the keys on his piano when there was a knock on his bedroom door.

"Come in," he said as loud as he could. His voice was still weak. It was four in the morning, only a few hours since he had left the party. He was in a numb state, he couldn't really sleep.

"Blaine?" Jeff came in and shut the door, "Are you okay? I just kind of left earlier… I knew you'd be awake."

Blaine shifted in the stool and smiled lightly at the blonde warbler, "I'm okay. Thanks for coming to check on me."

Jeff faked a smile and sat down next to him, "What are you doing?"

"Um… I'm learning a new song."

"Can I hear it?"

Blaine looked at him, "Its… not great yet."

"I don't care."

Blaine took a deep breath and rested his hands on the keys and started playing as Jeff smiled.

"I'm so glad you made time to see me,

Hows life? Tell me, hows your family?

I haven't seen them in a while.

You've been good, busier than ever.

We small talk, work and the weather,

Your guard is up, and I know why.

Blaine sniffed and a single tear dripped down his face. He almost stopped playing, but Jeff grabbed his shoulder and gave him a comforting smile. He kept going.

Because last time you saw me,

is still burned in the back of your mind.

You gave me roses, and I left them there to die.

So this is me, swallowing my pride,

Standing in front of you saying,

I'm sorry for that night.

And I go back to December every time.

It turns out, freedom ain't nothing but missing you,

Wishing I'd realized what I'd had when you were mine.

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright.

I go back to December every time…

A picture of Kurt and Blaine still hung on the wall. It was so happy, a moment frozen in time, and a moment Blaine could never get back. The tears were coming in hot now, but they didn't feel as bad as they once were. All he knew is, these were the words he felt.

These days, I haven't been sleeping.

Staying up, playing back myself leaving.

When your birthday passed, and I didn't call.

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times,

I watched you laughing from the passenger side,

And realized I loved you in the fall.

And then the cold came, the dark days.

When fear crept into my mind,

You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was goodbye.

So this is me, swallowing my pride,

Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night.

And I go back to December every time.

It turns out, freedom ain't nothing but missing you,

Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.

I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind,

I go back to December all the time.

Blaine remembered when he first saw Kurt, that cold day so many months ago, on the stairs. The first time he knew he loved him. The first time they kissed. It seemed like yesterday, but so distant. And in one night, a few drinks, he fucked it up.

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right.

And how you held me in your arms that September night,

The first time you ever saw me cry.

Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming.

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right.

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't,

So if the chain is on your door, I understand.

So this is me, swallowing my pride,

Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night.

And I go back to December every time.

It turns out, freedom ain't nothing but missing you,

Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright.

I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind.

I go back to December all the time…."

Blaine let out the last breath and let the last note play. Next to him, Jeff just smiled.

"That was beautiful, Blaine."

"Maybe," Blaine smiled despite himself.

Jeff pulled the sleeve of his sweater over his hand and grabbed Blaine's shoulder, using it to wipe the tears off of his cheeks.

"Honey, you look like shit. Let's get you in bed." He stood up and took his curly haired friend with him to the closet, pulling out a pair of sweat pants and a band t-shirt, "Put this on?"

Blaine started undressing while Jeff sat down on the bed and covered his eyes like a child.

"You've seen me naked before, Jeff."

"Yes, but now you're single and I don't want to be a pervert."

"Single," Blaine groaned, pulling on the pants, "Don't remind me."

Jeff took his hands down and frowned at Blaine, "I think… you're looking at this in all the wrong ways."

"What?"

"I mean," The blonde looked away, "Maybe it seemed perfect, but it obviously was flawed. You weren't perfect, he wasn't perfect. Instead of being sad and wallowing in it, you should try to learn from it. The next chapter of your life begins as soon as you decide to move on. As soon as you can decide that, the next time you love someone, it will be so much better. And maybe with time, it can be Kurt again. Maybe not. You just have to decide to be better."

Blaine pulled on his shirt and smiled, sitting next to Jeff, "You're totally right. It just might take some time. One thing is for sure…"

"What's that?" Jeff looked at him.

"I'm never drinking again."

They laughed together and fell back into the bed.

"Will you sleep over?" Blaine's voice was weak again, "I don't… I don't want to be alone."

"Of course."

Noon rolled around on the fifth of July, and Santana woke up next to Brittany.

She stared at her best friend and was so full of love she couldn't stand it. She wasn't sure where things were going to get better, or what was going to happen. But if she could stare at her forever, she knew everything was going to be fine.

Brittany looked to beautiful there, sleeping so peacefully. Her blonde hair was a mess and her cheeks were so pink. They looked soft. Santana reached out and stroked them, and they were. Santana smiled.

Santana remembered the song that she used to sing when Britt made her feel particularly bad. She never thought she would have to sing it again, now that Brittany was with her. She knew she belonged to her the moment they became friends. She was sorry it took so long. Santana laid back and started singing very softly, a song she may never have to sing again.

"Wake up in the morning, it's not so bad,

I can taste you on my lips and it makes me sad.

There's a part of me that just wants you back,

You're the one thing I want, that I never did have.

That I never did have, oh no.

Fill me up, steam me up,

Hear me shout… tip me over and pour me out.

Pour me out, on the concrete, next to your feet,

Do I have to cry? How, can you hear me?

Oh just to be, with you.

She closed her eyes and reached under the covers, grabbing Brittany's sleeping hand.

My gosh, this bed it feels so cold,

My head was led by the lies you told.

But to this day, my heart you stole,

In a bind, left behind, waiting for your call.

Fill me up, steam me up,

Hear me shout, tip me over and pour me out.

Pour me out, on the concrete, next to your feet,

Do I have to cry? How can you hear me?

Oh just to be with you."

Next to her, Brittany piped up and started singing.

"Find me outside, sitting in the rain,

On the curb in pain, my heart is breaking,

You see me, holding onto a dream,

That filled me long ago, but I'm still waiting.

I'm still holding on."

Santana smiled at her and they both sang together.

"Pour me out, on the concrete, next to your feet,

Do I have to cry? How can you hear me?

Oh just to be…

Pour me out, on the concrete, next to your feet.

Do I have to cry? How can you hear me, can you hear me?

Do I have to cry? How can you hear me?

Oh just to be, just to be, with you.

Oh just to be with you.

Oh, just to be… with you."

They finished, eyes on each other.

"Santana… Was that really how you felt?"

Santana gulped, "It was."

"You know, I never meant to make you feel like that. I hope you can forgive me."

Santana sighed, "I keep getting told that loving is a good sign of bravery. I'm brave because I love you, and I'm okay with that. And forgiving you…? I always will."

Britt frowned, "Even if I don't deserve it?"

"Especially when you don't deserve it." Santana laughed, "Because I never do, either."

Britt pulled herself up on her elbow and leaned forward, kissing Santana.

Fireworks.

It wasn't like kissing Mitchy. Instead of being concerned about the kiss, all she knew was how it made her feel. And it felt great.

"I do love you," Britt said as she pulled away, "You know that, I know that, and Lord Tubbington knows that." Brittany laughed as the cat jumped up to join them.

Santana laughed nervously and touched her nose, "And someday, I hope everyone knows it."

"Whenever you're ready." Brittany smiled and kissed her again.

"So, I'm guessing things with Rachel are better?" Kurt laughed into the phone at his step-brother while he microwaved his left-over pizza.

"Yeah, much better I think," Finns voice flowed through, "We are still taking it slow but… I don't care. I love her."

"I'm glad," Kurt smiled and pulled the milk out of the fridge.

"I feel bad, leaving you alone for another night, especially what happened at the party yesterday," Finn sighed, "Are you sure you are going to be okay?"

"I am going to be fine, really. I need to catch up on some sleep anyway."

"Alright. Call me if you need anything, I'll come right over."

"I trust you, Finn." The doorbell rang, "Hey, someone's at the door so I'll let you go."

"Okay. Bye Kurt."

Kurt hung up the phone and then went to the door. He opened it and his jaw nearly dropped open.

"Um… Coach Sylvester?"

"Hey there Porcelain," The blonde cheer-leading coach looked around inside the doorway, "Are your parents home?"

"Uh, no. They're on their honeymoon. Can I help you?"

"That's positively precious. But I'm actually here for you."

"Oh…" Kurt didn't really know what to say.

"I heard about your little accident, I came to see how you were." Sue said, very seriously.

"I'm… I'm good. Much better, now." Kurt smiled, "I think it made me stronger."

"That's good." Coach Sylvester smiled, "Well I'll be leaving now." She turned.

"Wait! How did you know?" Kurt called after her.

"Shuester told me."

"No, he didn't." She stopped, "He doesn't know anything."

She was utterly silent, not looking at him.

"It was you, wasn't it? You were the one who found me that night. You took me to the hospital." Kurt stared after her.

She turned around then, smiling, "I'll see you when school starts, Kurt."

She turned and went to her car, leaving Kurt smiling. He shut the door and under his breath muttered, "Thank you."

He went to the kitchen and ate his pizza and milk in peace before the doorbell rang again.

"WHAT NOW?" Kurt yelled despite himself. He marched to the door and threw it open.

"Hello, beautiful." Puck leaned in the doorway with his guitar strapped on his back and held out a rose.

"Oh god, you're going to be all lovey and annoying now huh?" Kurt sighed dramatically.

"Rude."

"I'm kidding." Kurt smiled and took the rose, "Come in?"

Puck grinned and came inside, following behind Kurt closely, "You know you aren't supposed to invite guys in right? What if I'm a vampire?"

"I think if you were going to suck my blood that would have happened already."

"True. Maybe I'll suck something else."

"Ha ha." Kurt rolled his eyes and sat on the couch.

"So… I wanted to talk to you." Puck glanced away, "About yesterday."

"Yeah…" Kurt smiled to himself at how cute Puck was when he was embarrassed.

"Are you going to forgive Blaine?"

"Yes."

"Oh…"

"I said," Kurt reached out and held Pucks hand, "Forgive. I'm going to forgive him. Because I won't be happy without him in my life, in some way, and you said you wanted me to be happy. I want to be the bigger person. But I'm not going to get back together with him."

Puck grinned, "Okay, I can live with that."

"Anything else?"

"Uh, yeah. The kiss…"

Kurt looked down, "The kiss."

"I have something to say. Or… sing. If you want me to."

"Please do."

"Okay. It's a duet, so… join in." He stood up and pulled the guitar off of his back.

"Everyone's around, no words are coming out,

And I can't find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound?

And none of this is enough, I still don't measure up,

And I'm not prepared, sorry is never there when you need it.

And now I do, want you to know, I hold you up above everyone.

And I do, want you to know, I think you'd be good to me, and I'd be so good to you."

Puck played the guitar and Kurt just smiled. He loved this song. He stood up and took a deep breath before singing with him,

"I thought I saw a sign, somewhere between the lines,

Or maybe it's me, maybe I only see what I want.

Well I still have your letter, just got caught between,

Someone I just invented, who I really am, and who I've become."

Puck joined in.

"And now I do, want you to know I hold you up above everyone.

And I do want you to know, I think,

You'd be good to me, and I'd be so good to you."

"You'd be good to me."

"Whoah…"

"And I'd be so good to you."

"Yeah…

I would…"

"And I do, want you to know I hold you up above everyone.

And I do, want you to know I think,

You'd be good to me, and I'd be so good to you.

I'd be good to you,

I'd be good to you,

I'd be good to you,

I'd be so good to you.

I'd be good to you,

I'd be good to you.

I'd be good to you,

I'd be so good to you…"

The music trailed off, leaving Kurt and Puck staring into each other's eyes.

"I'll be good to you," Puck muttered, "I promise. I will never drink, if you don't want me to. I won't ever lay a hand on you. Never again."

Kurt smiled, "I trust you."

"So… what do we do now…?"

"Puck, do you really… love me?"

"I think so," Puck looked scared, "Is that bad?"

"No just… it might be hard, if we are together."

"Do you… want to be together?" It was a whisper.

"I… I do."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Kurt took his chin and made Puck look at him, "It's been a rough month, and you've been with me throughout it. I want you to stay with me, as long as you want. As long as you need."

"Then… yes."

"Yes?" Kurt gulped.

"Yes, I'll be your boyfriend."

Kurt grinned, "Never thought I'd hear that from you."

"Well, shit happens," Puck laughed whole-heartedly and locked eyes with Kurt. Those eyes still stunned him, "For as long as you'll take me, I'm here."

Kurt stood on his toes and kissed him.

The End