(A/N: 1) *Eyes full of tears* I'll leave the wonderfully long author's note for the end of this. Sound good? Sounds good.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy & Co. denied my wish for partial custody of Glee. Cue ugly sobbing.

Warnings: Klangst, Dark Themes, Non-Con, Language, M/M in later chapters.

My Only Sunshine

Epilogue

Being in love isn't easy. It can be difficult, it can hurt, and it can ruin a person for the rest of their life. But there are those moments, those wonderful, breathtaking moments, that make loving another person so worth it.

When your mother would tuck you in at night, and sing you a song.

When your father would pat your back and tell you how proud he is.

When your sibling, or your cousin, or a friend would look up to you, admire you, and let you know.

When the love of your life, that person that you want to spend the rest of your life with, wants the same thing.

Kurt had that once. In the form of flirty duets, late night phone calls, two hour car rides, top 40's hits mixing in with his Broadway- heavy playlists, and red and yellow roses. For a very long time, too long, Kurt had thought that was gone forever.

It's not the same as it was, and it will never go back to being what it was in previous years. They're different people now, and that's what makes it better.

It had been a note left on a soft, downy pillow in the early rays of the morning. An address that said so much more than a simple location. Because Kurt could find a way of contacting or finding Blaine any way that he wanted. But this was Blaine giving Kurt the chance – the option – of doing what he wanted.

It was all up to him.

Which is what made the decision to actually do it so difficult. Kurt knew what he wanted, obviously, but how did he want to obtain it? Just show up in the bleak of the night or the early dawn with a shouted "surprise!" and a quick hug?

It wasn't a throwaway thought, this was a life decision.

On one hand, Kurt had made a life for himself in LA. He was a big name now, or getting that anyways, and soon he would be one of the most coveted actors in Hollywood. Kurt had friends here, an entire social standing that he actually enjoyed most of the time.

Which made everything so much more complicated – how serious did they want to make this?

For a month, two weeks, four days, and seven hours, Kurt didn't even touch the slip of paper with the address on it. He didn't look at it, although he thought about it nearly constantly.

He still called Blaine. They didn't speak about it, although the underlying current was still there, and it worked for a while. The two of them worked as they always had, and it was normal.

It was the normality that did it, in the end.

…

Lindsay Peterson, People, March 23

Famous for his role in Fashion's Night Out, Kurt Hummel has been big in not only the gossip magazines but the local news as well. Recently, I had the opportunity to talk about just what happened late in the night when he was cornered and so quickly his night went from fab to drab to eventually hospital.

Peterson: Can you explain to everyone what exactly happened?

Hummel: I was walking home late one night and I heard some noises from behind me. I turned down a street to see if they would leave or go another way, but it turned out the person had an intent to hurt me.

P: You were in the hospital for a little while, weren't you?

H: For more than a little while. It seemed like forever. I went through a surgery and then recovery. When I was finally released it seemed like walking straight to heaven.

P: Someone was there to help you, of course, wasn't there?

H: My family and friends have been really wonderful about the entire thing, yes. My father and the rest of them flew from Ohio the night everything happened.

P: Also someone of romantic interest as well, correct?

H: Don't be silly. I'm sure that would be all over the news if that were the case.

So it looks like Mr. Hummel will be playing coy about his relationship (in whatever form they might be) with the curly haired man that was brought into the picture back when the special on Kurt Hummel was released in the magazines.

Oh well, as long as our favorite Fashion Night Outer is happy and sated, we will be happy and sated as well. For now.

…

With an address pressed to his clammy palm, Kurt presses in on the doorbell of the small home. There are things shuffling, and a voice calling out, "Just a minute!"

Kurt waits, shoving one hand in his pocket while the other fiddles with his bag.

The door opens – the smell of vanilla and chai tea wafting out with the woman dressed in purple. Kurt smiles, a little frail and maybe too soft, but enough to let her know he isn't here for blood.

"Kurt?"

"Can I come in?"

Mercedes slowly nods, the expression of shock pulling at her face as she moves back with the door so that he can step inside. "What brings you all the way to Chicago?"

Kurt doesn't know where to start, "I just wanted to talk with you about some things."

Mercedes eyes him cautiously, but bring him to the living room of her home nonetheless. "I just made some coffee. Do you want some?"

Kurt agrees and she goes off to fetch two cups, leaving him alone to admire the touches made from what he can see. It's weird – not knowing anything about a woman who used to be so close to him. He didn't even know if she was dating anyone.

She comes back shortly, the mugs creating a heavenly scent. Kurt smiles appreciatively to her before she takes a seat.

"So you want to . . . Talk?" There's a nervous lilt to her voice.

Kurt sets his cup down gently, and then softly takes out a file from his bag. He opens it to show the contents – magazine clip outs and a statement from the editor. When he looks back up, Mercedes has wide eyes trained on him.

"Please don't be mad." She whispers.

He had been – so utterly frustrated and angry that he'd wanted to take the first flight out to Chicago – but he'd waited until he was calm because this woman meant more to him than that. And they both deserved explanations.

"I'm not – I'm not mad. I promise. I'm just . . . Shocked?" Kurt picks up his mug and traces the rim of it lightly with his finger. "We used to be so close."

Something flashes in Mercedes eyes, "We used to be. And then you went off and never talked to me again. I mean, I thought I was your best friend. I thought we told each other everything."

Kurt raises an eyebrow at her. "So you send in some of the most personal photos and stories that you can come up with to a tabloid?"

She looks down, avoiding his gaze. "I don't know what I was thinking. I tried to get the pictures and stuff back, I really did, but they wouldn't let me – told me it was a done deal and that the stories were selling too well to take them off the market."

"I just don't understand why you held a grudge for so long and so viciously."

"I didn't understand why you disappeared without any of us knowing where you were. Just leaving Blaine like that." Her gaze shifts up with suddenly tearful eyes. "None of us . . . None of us knew what happened. Hardly anyone knows now even."

The way she said it – like she knew everything that had happened – informed Kurt of enough. "Who told you?"

Mercedes frown, if possible, turns sadder. "I had to find out from Quinn, who heard it from Santana."

Kurt mentally cursed the raven-haired Latina in his mind. Of course she would.

"I wish I could've been there for you. And I wish I could've even been there for when he attacked you a few months ago. I wish I could've kept him away from all of us before and after you left, and I wish I had never sent in those photographs." Her voice was soft, but forceful. "But I can't take anything back, and I just want you to know how sorry I am for it all."

He leans in and pulls her closer for a hug, rubbing a hand down her back comfortingly – just like he used to. "I know."

…

Janet Morris, Outlook, June 2 – Interview with actor Kurt Hummel

Morris: In the last few years we've really seen a lot of great things come from you. Different movies, both staring, supporting, and cameo roles, and you've been one of the biggest hits in the tabloids. Did you ever thing it would get this big?

Hummel: My fame getting this big? Oh, never. Sometimes I still think that I'm that rejected 17 year old boy back in Lima, Ohio rewatching Housewives and that this is all a dream. I love it, obviously, but it's never something that I even allowed myself to dream of.

M: And now? Is this what you want to do with your life?

H: Absolutely. I plan on sticking in the industry until I'm forcibly removed.

M: Well I'm sure that will never happen.

H: You never know.

M: So what's next for you? Any scripts that you've been taking looks at? Offers being made?

H: I couldn't tell you if there were, but no. At the moment I'm taking a bit of down time. After events a few months back, I decided to take some time just be me. Last month I got to go visit my family back in my old town and that was fun. My brother and his high school sweetheart just got married. Sometime around the disasters of spring, I decided that I want to be present in their lives as well.

M: You have a close friend that we've heard about, and he's been in the press alongside you. Blaine Anderson.

H: Blaine and I go way back.

M: Since high school, correct?

H: Yeah, we met because of a show choir competition actually. I got sent to spy on their group.

M: We haven't seen you out and about with him recently. Are you two still close?

H: Oh, definitely. He's my best friend – as is his sister [Coraline Gallagher]. He just has a life that he had to get back to that's not located in sunny California.

M: Hopefully we'll see more of him soon?

H: Who knows what might happen.

…

The house was a pale yellow. The shutters matched the door, a weird shade of blue, no doubt picked on a whim.

It was as perfectly imperfect as the man that lived there.

Kurt presses the doorbell, hearing it echo through the halls and rooms of the home.

He waits, as patiently as he can, the stillness of the house not doing anything to still his nerves. If he wasn't there . . .

The door opens, revealing a disheveled Blaine in his thick-rimmed glasses and curly hair a mess atop his pillow-creased face.

"Kurt?" His sleepy eyes open wide.

"If you were taking a nap, I can come back." Kurt teases softly. Then he's got his arms full and the messy curls are tickling his nose. It feels like home.

…

Actor Kurt Hummel said to be taking a short vacation as he pauses the search for new roles. "I don't want to miss out on important things in my life." Hummel stated. He is reportedly spending time in New Haven, Connecticut.

…

It's just after 11:00 at night as they lay on the bed – the tangled sheet s laying at their feet as they curl into one another – Blaine pressing kisses to the top of Kurt's hair occasionally as Kurt traces a nonexistent pattern on Blaine's chest.

"I was only planning on staying for a couple weeks, you know." Kurt mumbles, his voice still a tad gravely.

"Oh really?" Blaine's voice sounds amused, but Kurt is far too content to glance up and check.

"Really. Two weeks and I was out of here."

The entire month of July had passed already, fading into mid-August before either of them had known what was going on.

"I wish you could stay forever."

Kurt closes his eyes, pressing a soft kiss to the downy hair underneath his check. "Me too."

…

Actor Kurt Hummel spotted at the shopping district, Rodeo Drive, with past fellow cast mate and reported "bff", Coraline Gallagher. Hummel sports a gleaming vest with skin tight skinnies and a magnificent chain bowtie. Gallagher shows off her toned legs in a flowing white dress and emerald accessories. The two 'FNO' stars still know how to dress to impress.

…

Because he is an actor, because his Public Relations team says so, and because Serena is so damn pushy, Kurt begins going through some of the scripts that the assistants had been pushing his way since June.

There are quite a few, and it takes a while to find one that he actually feels something toward. But eventually he does – as he always hopefully will – and then it's a mess of memorizing lines until the audition and being wishful that the producers and directors actually liked him.

He doesn't get the part, and he doesn't get the part that he wanted after that either. But eventually a script comes along, one of a serious movie, that leaves Kurt breathless after reading just bits and pieces, that has him craving for the role and discovery of who the cast would be, and he does get that one.

Before he knows it, he's swamped with filming schedules and making plans with new coworkers and potential friends. He's enjoying himself and enjoying the excitement of movie making once again.

The months pass swiftly, summer turning into fall, the wind biting even with the thick layers of sweaters until eventually even in LA they were getting dustings of snow.

Everything is being pushed to the side, as much as Kurt hates to admit it. Phone calls are piling up, he hasn't seen his dad in ages, Rachel is officially pregnant and he hasn't gotten a chance to see either her or Finn, he'd taken Coraline out for dinner an entire week ago, and he was fitting in some form of Public Relations every day.

He hadn't spoken to Blaine for a month.

Kurt knows that he should – and it crosses his mind at any given moment – but . . . Well, but.

It had started at the end of his visit back in August. It was an offhand comment, one that Blaine made purposely light, but Kurt could see in his eyes how much it meant to him.

"You could just stay you know."

But Kurt knew that he couldn't. He'd made a life for himself out in L.A., a damn good one that he enjoyed and he thrived in. He couldn't . . . He wouldn't give that up.

It had gotten worse from there, mostly on Kurt's part. He dwelled on things, letting thoughts eat him alive until they were excruciating and painful to deal with. It wasn't really anything that Blaine was doing; it was his lack of it.

It resulted in restless sleep, and no outgoing phone calls.

They were losing each other in the chaos of life.

…

The night had just settled in when Kurt left location, after his day of filming. Usually he would stay around a bit longer to chat with the rest of the cast and warm up a bit in his trailer before headed out, but tonight he simply wanted to get home, make a nest of blankets and for the smell of warm tea to fill his sinuses.

So he drove home quickly, settled into his apartment cozily, and picked some mind numbing television to watch after changing into the most comfortable sweats he owned.

A knock sounded on the door.

The fact that he hadn't been expecting anyone makes him slightly wary, but he knows that anyone who wasn't okayed to enter wouldn't be allowed up to his apartment. So he grumbles and sits his mug on the table, then wraps his duvet around his shoulders to make the long and torturously cold journey to his front door.

It's Blaine. Blaine with the most sheepish smile on his face, and a suitcase next to his left leg and two cardboard boxes next to his right.

"You're here." Kurt whispers.

Blaine gathers him in his arms and Kurt feels warmer than any duvet will ever make him feel.

"I'm here."

…

An online blog.

RETURN OF THE MYSTERY MAN

Okay, so we do know who the "mystery man" is now, but the fact that he's suddenly back around is cause for some big titles. Kurt Hummel was seen getting coffee yesterday morning, a huge smile on his face and a curly-headed man on his arm.

We know better than to make assumptions, but come on. Look at those smiles. Blaine Anderson's (dubbed "mystery man") entire face is positively lit up and Kurt's doing the grin so big that his adorable itty bitty teeth show.

Can we talk for a moment about what an attractive couple they're going to be (if they not already are).

I can't wait until they make it press-official. And not just because my salary will go up – hint hint to my boss – but because while Kurt Hummel has been a favorite for a while, no one has ever seen him this absolutely happy. A good, honest man like that deserves someone to love them. Someone to care for them and to make them stop when they're working too hard.

Oh man. Hits yeah right in the alone button.

All jokes aside, I'm happy for them both.

Deena Tucker, January 11.

…

A red-carpet interview.

"Kurt! Kurt, over here!" Hi, I'm Michael with Success Today." Two men enter the view of the camera to stand with the one already there handing a microphone.

"Hi, Michael. How are you?" Kurt Hummel, the star of the night, greets him warmly, leaning in slightly to hear better.

"I'm doing great. How are you enjoying your night?"

Kurt grins, "It still seems kind of surreal. But it's amazing and I'm so proud of the work that everyone on the movie team put into it."

They chat a bit more, a little about a charity organization and about the suit that Kurt is wearing.

"Are we going to be introduced to your guest to this evenings events?"

Kurt's smile widens, just a tad, and his eyes sparkle brighter even in the flashes of camera lights. "Of course! This is my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson."

…

The fans.

Ajdklf;aslfdkajld;?! Did anyone else just see that?

How are they so adorable? The way that Blaine smiles at him like he's so proud and Kurt keeps sneaking glances back at him because he loves him so much and they're going to get married and have babies and a farm and pet zebra's and make art and have hot sex.

I hate them.
*I hate that I can't have them for myself.

Kurt has been my favorite celebrity for a very long time. Seeing him so happy with someone (especially when that someone is as amazing as the one that he found) makes me happy as well.

When are we going to see a kiss?

KLAINE.

#1000000 percent done.

So is someone going to fic something about what happens after the premiere party? Because I would so read that.

…

The family.

"This isn't going to end well."

Kurt rolls his eyes, suppressing an amused grin. "You are going to be fine."

Blaine shakes his head vehemently. "No I won't. I'm either going to die at the hands of a very large and scary man, or my heart is going to give out before that."

The seatbelt light finally goes off and everyone stands, beginning to scramble for their belongings.

"You need to calm down. What's got you so worked up anyways? You saw him when they flew in for the accident."

Blaine shoots him a half-exasperated, half-"we were never supposed to talk about that again", and fully percent panicked.

"But I wasn't as your long-term boyfriend then. I was the lovely ex who still loved you but wouldn't do anything about it because Burt Hummel has a gun and I'm too slow to run away from it."

Kurt laughs, handing over Blaine's bag to him before sliding his own down from the overhead compartment.

"All I'm saying," Blaine continues. "Is that he's a lot more terrifying than you think he is."

"Obviously," Kurt calls over his shoulder.

"Smartass."

"What was that?" Kurt's glaring at him now.

"I like your ass?" Blaine tries with a sheepish shrug of shoulders.

"Much better."

The cool air from the airport feels refreshing after the stuffiness of the plane. Kurt begins craning his neck, looking for plaid.

Blaine spots them first, Finn's tall head and dopey grin high over the rest of the crowds.

"There." He says softly, gently pushing Kurt in the direction. The moment Kurt spots his father his pace picks up until he's nearly running through the crowds. Blaine watches fondly as Kurt throws himself into his father's arms, sharing a big hug.

Kurt pulls back to hug Carole. Blaine fidgets awkwardly, thankful when Rachel squeals and runs to give him a hug, Finn picking him up in a rough hug after.

And then he's face to face with Burt Hummel – dressed in an open flannel and a baseball cap.

Blaine's voice fails him.

"Blaine." Burt says gruffly in greeting.

"M-Mr. Hummel. It's . . . nice to see you again."

Burt stares at him for a moment before his lips curl up into a smile and he lets out a loud laugh. "Come here kid, give the old man a hug."

So Blaine does, and it's one of the best moments of his life.

…

An announcement.

The world is abuzz with the newest celebrity engagement. Actor Kurt Hummel and boyfriend of three years, Blaine Anderson, announced that they do indeed plan to get hitched. Last week we saw Hummel with a ring around his finger, and then a few days later we saw Anderson with a matching one.

How did it happen, you ask?

We got the lovely couple in for an interview for the inside scoop. Katherine Blake, March 22.

Katherine: So, who asked who?

Kurt: He asked me.

Katherine: How did it happen?

Blaine: Well, I asked on the anniversary of the day that we met. It was simple, because that's how we like things. It was around close friends and wonderful family.

Katherine: It sounds perfect for you two. Any plans set for the wedding yet?

Kurt: I'm taking charge of all plans, open for opinions from my groom of course, but I am the more aesthetically pleasing when it comes to designing things.

Blaine: It was one party, Kurt. And I even admitted that I could've done better.

Kurt: You ordered a clown, Blaine.

Katherine: You two are going to work out just fine.

…

A life.

With the apartment finally quiet, and the TV volume low, the two men settled down onto the couch to curl into each other.

"I feel like I could sleep for months."

"I feel like I could sleep for years." Blaine groans.

Kurt laughs, pressing his nose into Blaine's neck. "It's worth it."

Blaine hums and presses a kiss to Kurt's hair. "So worth it."

They doze for a bit, all they ever seemed to be able to do anymore, before a soft wail came from a room down the hall.

Blaine sighs deeply. "My turn."

Kurt nods, leaning away far enough for Blaine to slip out from underneath him. He listens to Blaine padding down the hall, and the soft creak of the door as he opens it, followed by his soft whispers.

He floats in the realm of almost-asleep for a while until he realizes that Blaine still isn't back. He waits a few more moments, and then hauls himself up, blearily making his own way to the room.

Blaine's still in there – that beautiful individual who managed to fix a broken man.

His back is to the doorway, cradling their new baby girl in his arms. His voice is soft, but still carries over quiet stillness of the room.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy, when skies are grey.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away."

(A/N: 2) Oh my. Oh wow. It's over. It's over and I'm so blessed that all of you hung around and continued to read throughout. Just, thank you. So much. To all of you who stopped in their activities to read this little creation of mine, and to those that actually enjoyed it.

Thank you to HarmonyLover and msdarque. You two have been absolute angels. Those days when I just didn't want to do anything – and got stuck? I would get a long, thought out and wonderful review that encouraged me to keep going. Thank you for that.

This has been a long and wonderful journey – I started this story just under a year ago, so it's been with me for a while. Thank you for treating it with delicate hands, and loving it as much as I loved making it.

I hope to see you back to read my other writings sometime soon. But for the last time over here in the little corner of My Only Sunshine: much love.

Melanie M.