"And there she was, just, standing there, normal sized, and I swear it was almost as terrifying as meeting her when she was five inches tall," Kurt waves his hand as he explains the previous days happenings to Mercedes over lunch and the girl giggles, behind her hand as she tries to chew her meal.

"Boy, you sure do live an interesting life." She says and takes a sip of her drink and Kurt rolls his eyes.

"Tell me about it," he says and rolls his eyes, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"So what about Brittany?" Mercedes asks, "What does she think?"

"To be honest, I never know what Brittany thinks," Kurt admits, "But according to Quinn she's never been happier, and to me that's a good sign. For both of them."

"What about Blaine?"

Kurt takes a slow sip of his drink through his straw before he sighs, resting his elbow on the table and propping his chin up on his hand.

"To be honest, he hasn't been doing very well about it. And I can't seem to figure out why." He admits, poking at his fries with the finger of his other hand absentmindedly as he looks down at them. "I can understand him being bothered by it, but it seems to be reallyeating away at him."

Mercedes hums in acknowledgment before he looks up at her with pleading eyes.

"I just wish there were something I could do," he admits and Mercedes gives him an apologetic smile.

"Maybe the best thing you can do for him is just… be there for him."

Kurt sits in his living room, curled up on his couch with a cup of tea watching TV, his sketchbook long forgotten on the table, when he feels a small tap on his shoulder. He looks down to see Blaine gently tugging at the fabric of his shirt, holding it lightly in his hand, eyes downcast.

"Blaine?" he asks, sitting up a little higher, "What's wrong?"

"Am I not good enough?" the little borrower asks, his voice small and cracking at the last word and Kurt almost loses his breath.

"What?" he asks, astonished, and leans closer to where Blaine is standing on the back of the couch.

"Because it just feels like I'm never going to be good enough." Blaine looks up at him with his hazel eyes glossy and tear ridden. "Cooper, Santana, Rachel, they're all leaving me."

Blinking, Kurt does the first instinctive thing from memory and scoops Blaine up in his hands, holding him close, and Blaine's hands find their way to the fabric of Kurt's shirt again, holding tight.

They sit like that for a moment, Blaine sniffles filling the room as Kurt tries to calm him down without words and soft hushes of encouragement.

"What's going on?" he asks after a while, after Blaine's sniffling has subsided and the grip on his shirt has loosened. He pulls back and Blaine looks up at him for a moment before his eyes downcast themselves again and his tiny eyes find more interest in the pattern of Kurt's shirt fabric.

"Blaine, you never told me what happened with your brother and you don't have to," Kurt says gently and tilts his head to the side, trying to get Blaine to look back up at him, "And I know what happened with Santana is going to be hard to get used to, but she's not going anywhere! She wouldn't leave you or Brittany or Quinn. And as much as you know she'd hate to admit it, Rachel, who—"

"Is normal sized, too?"

"Exactly, she— wait, what?" Kurt blinks and Blaine sighs and looks up at him, shrugging his tiny shoulders.

"It happened a little while ago..." He tells him before he rubs his nose and plops his arm back in his lap and sighs again. "It's just… why them and not me? Or why not them and me, y'know?"

"Oh, Blaine…" Kurt sighs and rubs Blaine's little shoulder comfortingly with his thumb. Blaine leans into the contact and both of them share closed-lipped smiles as they sit in a comfortable silence for the rest of the night.

"Get that thing away from me, Hobbit!" Santana pushes away the sweater Rachel is holding in front of her face and steps away. "I'd look like a grandmother."

"It's a nice sweater, Santana," Rachel pouts and crosses her arms before she looks over to Kurt for support.

"No way in hell, Berry. We came here with Lady Face for a reason, remember? There's no way I'm getting this fine piece of ass into something that looks that cheap."

Kurt rolls his eyes and continues to browse through the racks of clothing; shopping with now normal-sized Santana and Rachel was a lot harder than he had originally anticipated. Not only had Quinn, Brittany andMercedes had to work, but Puckerman had outright refused, leaving Kurt to deal with the two girls alone in the mall for their first ever shopping experience.

"What about this one?" Rachel asks him, holding up a navy blue sweater with a white carousal horse.

Kurt sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger as she smiles up at him brightly.

"How about we try something that isn't from the toddler section?"

Rachel pouts and puts down the sweater in defeat as they make their way over to Santana who's holding an array of different articles of clothing on her arm.

"I wish Blaine could be here," Rachel says and Kurt sighs and wraps an arm around her still tiny shoulder as she pulls out a halfway-decent shirt from one of the clothing racks. Santana disappears into the dressing rooms with no sign of re-appearing any time soon and Rachel looks up at Kurt sadly before he picks her out another shirt that's actually a lot less horrible.

"Me, too."

"Did you have fun shopping?" Blaine asks from the arm rest of the couch, voice soft as Kurt places his lone bag on the table, and Kurt makes his way over.

"Let's just say it was a once in a life time experience," Kurt gives Blaine a warm smile before sitting down on the couch. "But let's just say I don't want to re-live it any time soon," he says and and Blaine forces a smile back.

"What about you?" he asks, "How was your day?"

Blaine shrugs a tiny shoulder, picking at something nonexistent on his pants.

"Nothing out of the ordinary." He says simply, "I think I might visit Cooper soon,"

"Oh," Kurt blinks, "Well that will be fun,"

Blaine nods before he sighs, hitching a thumb over his shoulder as he stands up, brushing off his pants.

"I think I'm just gonna… go take a nap or something." He shrugs again, and the small smile that was on Kurt's face fades.

"Oh, well. Okay." He says, "Do you want me to wake you for dinner? I was going to get started on it soon."

"No, don't worry about it…" Blaine says softly, "I'm not that hungry."

But when Kurt goes to bed later, careful not to wake Blaine, he can tell the borrower is listening to his every move, wide awake in his small bed on his bedside table, hungry with his mind racing.

"Have you seen Blaine?" Kurt asks as Quinn, out of breath, breathing heavily and staring at her with wide eyes as she opens the door. She simply blinks at him, confused with her head tilted. "He was gone when I woke up and I can't find him and don't know where he is and—"

"Relax," she says with a smile, shaking her head as she laughs and leads him inside after she closes the door behind them. "He's here, he's just… coping,"

Kurt visibly relaxes and Quinn brings them into the living room where Rachel is seated on the couch. Kurt can see Blaine seated on her leg, talking up at her softly as she listens with a bright smile.

When Blaine stops talking to gaze over at Kurt, Rachel turns to look at them, her smile spreading across her face even more.

"Kurt!" Rachel exclaims, and Blaine looks at him with an expression he can't quite read before he gives him a weak smile and waves. "Blaine was just telling me how you finished your collection!" she beams.

"I did," he smiles, and Blaine fiddles with his hands, before Quinn leaves Kurt's goes over and picks the small borrower up gently, away from Rachel, which he visibly looks relieved about.

"Let's go make up some snacks while these two catch up," she says and Rachel's smile grows.

"Excellent! I have so many outfits I want Kurt to make for me!" the brunette says and Quinn rolls her eyes.

"Good luck," she mumbles as she walks by to the kitchen, Blaine snickering behind his hand in her palm.

Kurt rolls his eyes before Rachel grabs a hold of his arm and pulls him down to sit on the couch next to her, fixing her skirt properly before she starts to vigorously explain the outfits she needs for her 'numerous Broadway auditions' and it isn't until then that Kurt can't help but feel the knot in his stomach loosen the tiniest bit by the distraction.

"How is he?" he manages to ask quietly as Rachel trails off about her seventh and possibly most outlandish outfit she's described, and she pauses, looking down at her hands placed in her lap with a short glance before she sadly smiles back at him.

"He's doing okay, I guess," she shrugs and fiddles with her hands, "He just doesn't know what to do with himself… He's lonely."

Kurt sighs and leans back against the couch, closing his eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I wish there was something I could do," he says, "I just feel… helpless," he says, and he feels Rachel lean back on the couch as well, slowly but surely, until her head is resting on his shoulder.

"You're not the only one," she admits softly and Kurt moves his hand and places it over hers, giving it a squeeze. "I just want to see him smile again,"

"Me too," he says, "Me too."

"I just don't know what to do," he admits, talking to Puck on speaker phone as he works on a sketch in his office, and he hears Puck hum in acknowledgement on the other line. "I've been giving him space, and I know work hasn't been helping with us spending time together, but I don't know what else I can do,"

"I dunno, dude, it's not like you haven'tdone anything, y'know?" the other man says and Kurt hears him tuning his guitar on the other end. "I just think the little dude needs to figure this one out on his own."

"But what if he can't, Noah," Kurt sighs and he can practically see Puckerman pursing his lips and running his hand over his stupid Mohawk.

"Then he's got a fantastic support group," he says after a while, and if he were there in the office Kurt would smack him on the shoulder with a smile until Puck messed up his hair.

However, it's then that his phone beeps, and Kurt looks over to have his heart almost stop in his chest.

Have you seen Blaine?

The text message flashes across his phone and Kurt's stomach drops as he swallows hard before he grabs his phone off of his desk.

"Kurt?"

Puck's voice brings him back to his senses and after a few tries he finally finds his voice. "I'm gonna have to call you back," he says.

"Is everything okay?" Puck asks, and Kurt is numb, his heart racing as he clenches his eyes shut and re-opens them.

"No,"

"Kurt, what's—"

"I'll call you back!" he practically shouts into his phone before he hangs up, quickly heading back to his messages.

No, I thought he's been with you?

He texts Quinn back, his hands shaking. He doesn't bother to continue the sketch he had been working on, his trembling limbs and sinking stomach too distracting and inconvenient to concentrate.

He figures he should call Quinn instead of texting her. It would be a lot easier, he thinks, he could get his answers. But before he can pick up his phone again to call, his phone beeps again.

I haven't seen him in a few days… I'll check with Cooper.He receives back and Kurt bites at his thumb before he taps the eraser of his pencil on his sketchbook nervously, his stomach twisting even more.

"Blaine, where are you?" he whispers to himself, the feeling of guilt creeping up inside of him, twisting and overwhelming as he taps his fingers on his desk, impatient.

When he finally can't take it anymore, he picks up his phone and sends out a text to Mercedes with a simple message of SOS. And it's not long before Mercedes is letting herself into his office, concern clearly etched onto her face as she makes her way over to the desk.

"Blaine is gone," he blurts out before Mercedes can even in a word, and she's visibly shocked as she sits on the corner of his desk and places a caring hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, sweetie…"

They sit in silence for a long while, Mercedes rubbing soft circles on Kurt's back for a bit before he gets up and paces the room. That ends up making Mercedes too anxious so he sits down and sketches, his pencil moving frantically across the paper; his lines are choppy, unfinished and not how he usually works, but it's something to do.

Kurt's phone buzzes again and he grabs it quickly, practically throwing the pencil in his hand across the room, and he sighs in huge relief as the words He's safe; he's with Cooperappear on the screen. In all honesty, Kurt feels like he's about to cry as he shows Mercedes the text message.

"Praise," she breathes, placing her hand on her chest in relief as a smile stretches across her face.

With a half laugh, half sigh, Kurt rests his head in his hand on his desk and looks up at Mercedes who smiles down at him before she goes to ruffle his hair. He quickly swats her hand away and they both laugh before Kurt sighs, leaning back in his chair.

"How did we ever get ourselves into this?" he asks and Mercedes shrugs.

"Those little borrowers just wormed their way right into our hearts, I guess."

It takes Blaine over a week before he comes back to the apartment complex. A long miserable, miserable week. There were dozens and dozens of clients that required working overtime and work to be brought home, late nights up sewing into late hours of the night, a few stubbed toes and more caffeine fixes than he was willing to admit.

It was a miserable week that Kurt did not wish to repeat.

So when he comes home from work, tired and dragging his feet, wishing to be enveloped by his warm bed, he's not expecting Blaine to be sitting on the kitchen table. It's so much of a surprise, in fact, that Kurt almost drops his bag on top of him.

"You're back!" he practically yells and Blaine smiles weakly up at him, seemingly smaller than normal.

"Y-yeah," he says quietly, looking down at his lap before up at Kurt's shocked face again.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Of course not!" Kurt says immediately, dropping his bags on the floor before pulling out a chair and sitting at the table, leaning in close and smiling a genuine smile so bright he feels the tears forming in the back of his eyes. "Of course not, Blaine, no, never!"

Blaine breathes a chuckle and plays with his hands in his lap for a moment. He seems timid and shy, like he's caved in on himself in the time he's been gone. But there's a certain glow about him that's back that had been gone; something is different, something Kurt can't place.

"I didn't mean to worry you," Blaine says softly, "I just—"

"Don't worry about it," Kurt interjects, "I just wanted to know you were safe, okay? Just," he sighs with a smile, "I just wanted to know you were safe."

"Okay," Blaine smiles lightly again, a little brighter now, reaching his eyes just a little bit more, just enough so to make Kurt know that it's genuine and real and that Blaine is okay, and Kurt returns it again, sighing with a little relief.

"Okay."

"I just want some answers," Kurt sighs as he sits on the couch of Quinn's apartment and the blonde looks at him for a moment as she bites her bottom lip, keeping quiet.

"What?" he asks, "He was gone for over a week, Quinn. Something is up, okay, I need to know what it is. I need to know if I can do something…"

"Go see Cooper," she says simply, and Kurt sits up from his slouched position on the couch. "He always knows what to say to Blaine. Maybe he'll know what to say to you."

She gets up from her seat next to him and goes over to the table and takes out a piece of paper, scribbling something down before handing it to him. He stares at the address for a moment before he looks up at her.

"Just trust me on this, okay?" she says and he stares back and nods.

"Okay," he says, and swallows a small lump in his throat, "I will."

Kurt stands in front of the doorway of the apartment and wrings his hands together nervously. He had followed the directions to the address Quinn had written down on the piece of paper, which turns out to conveniently only be a block away from their apartment complex. He doesn't know what to expect, he doesn't know what's on the other side of the door, and it's really unsettling his nerves.

All he knows is that he wants answers. He wants to know how and why Santana and Rachel are suddenly… normalsized and why Blaine isn't. He wants to know why it's making the little borrower so upset and what he can do to fix it. Because he just wants Blaine to smile again. Quinn said to trust her. And why shouldn't he? Everything she's done for him over the past few months has never led him astray, especially when it has come to things regarding Blaine. So with a few quick knocks on the apartment door, Kurt, attempts to find his answers.

It takes a few moments, his heartbeat loud in his ears, before a man opens the door. The man's blue eyes meet his before he smiles, bright and glowing, before Kurt speaks.

"H-hello. Uhm." Kurt stars, regaining himself, "I'm looking for Cooper?" he asks, and the man chuckles.

"You must be Kurt."

"Yes…um…How did you—?"

"Quinn called." He says, and steps back, allowing Kurt to step by. "Come on in."

Kurt steps into the apartment, very similar to his own. His eyes scan the apartment as he takes in the décor and admits to himself that it could most definitely be worse, before he's being lead into the living room.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" the man asks and Kurt shakes his head.

"No, no, thank you, I'm fine." He says and he's greeted with another smile before he sits down on the couch, the other man sitting on the loveseat across from him.

"Polite. I can see why Blaine likes you." He says as he leans back against the cushions.

"You know Blaine?" Kurt blinks and the man blinks back as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Of course I know Blaine. He's my brother." He says before it looks as if he's holding back a smile.

Kurt blinks a few more times in realization before he opens his mouth and closes it again.

"So you're—"

"Cooper Anderson, the one and only. Well, in this situation I guess," He laughs and Kurt blinks again.

"But how?" he asks and Cooper gives him an apologetic smile.

"Are you sure you don't want that drink?" Cooper laughs as he sits down, running his fingers through his hair as he leans back against the couch.

"You see, us borrowers… We're a little difficult sometimes," Cooper laughs.

"Us?" Kurt questions.

"Sorry, old habits die hard," he smiles brightly and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. It's then that Kurt understands.

"So, you were a borrower before…" he says and Cooper nods with a smile. "What happened?"

The sound of the door opening again distracts them both and a voice sounds through the living room, followed by footsteps and the closing of the door.

"Coop, I'm home!" the voice says, and a young woman walks in, sifting through the mail in her hands as she walks into the living room, heels clicking on the wooden floors. "Hey, hun, how was your—"

She stops before she finishes her sentence, looking up and seeing Kurt sitting in the loveseat seemingly stopping her in her tracks.

"She happened." Cooper smiles and Kurt blinks again, trying to understand once more.

"Oh," the girl says as her hazel eyes copying Kurt's blinking. "Oh!Is this…?" she asks, pointing a finger offhandedly at Kurt before she puts down the mail on the small table behind the loveseat.

"Kurt, I'd like you to meet Aria," Cooper says, and the girl named Aria comes around the couch with her hand outstretched. "Aria, this is Kurt."

"I've heard a lot about you," she says, smiling as she tucks some of her dark hair behind her ear. "From Blaine." She clarifies as Kurt shakes her hand.

"I'm flattered," Kurt smiles, "And it's a pleasure, but…" he trails off as she lets go of his hand and sits next to Cooper on the couch, crossing her legs. "I'm still not quite sure I understand…"

Cooper takes a moment before speaking, lacing his fingers together in front of him as he places the pads of his thumbs together. Aria seems to be getting ready to hear him speak almost as much as Kurt, watching him intently from where she sits.

"As you know, borrowers are, in a sense, exactly like human beings, only miniature sized," Cooper starts, and Kurt nods in agreement. This he obviously understands, or he thought he already did. "But there are other things that are different,"

"What kinds of things?"

"Emotion wise, it becomes a bit difficult to handle," Cooper seems to sense that Kurt has no idea what he's talking about so he continues, "It's not in the Peter Pan 'fairy' or "pixie" sense where we can't handle more than one emotion at a time. It's just that things are much more… intense," he continues, waving his hand dismissively.

"We're not like most people when it comes to love," Cooper laughs lightly, seemingly finding the whole situation amusing as he shakes his head calmly before he runs his fingers through his hair again.

"Meaning?"

"Once you fall in love with someone, it's very, very difficult to fall in love again. In fact, most borrowers never do. It's almost like a one-time deal; no refunds or exchanges kinda thing, y'know? It's sort of risky, but it could ultimately be worth it," he says as he shrugs his shoulder.

"The person we fall in love with could also have the power to change whether or not we stay a borrower, depending on their size." He says and glances over at Aria who gives him a small smile, which he returns, and she places her hand lightly on his leg.

"Is that what happened with you?" Kurt asks, and they both nod before Cooper faces him again. "Blaine and I had just left our parents and found the building where you are now. We met Quinn and Brittany—"

"And I happened to live in the apartment right under them," Aria pipes in and Cooper smiles. "Blaine and I had been snooping around, investigating our new surroundings, and ended up in her apartment. And the second I saw her, well. That was it." He shrugs, "We spent more time together and as the months went on, we just. Knew." He says and Kurt knows that that look in his eyes. He saw it in Santana's, and in Rachel's. He could feel it coming from Quinn and Brittany when they were together and everything is slowly starting to make sense.

"And then, one day, it just sort of… happened. And I was a normal sized human being. And that was that."

"So is that why Santana and Rachel grew? Because of Quinn and Brittany?" he asks and Cooper nods.

"Seems that way,"

"And what about Blaine?" Kurt asks, because he has to be sure, "I came here to get answers, but I'm worried about him," he swallows and Cooper's eyes downcast along with Aria's as the older man leans back into the couch again.

"I know you're worried about him, too." Kurt says. "What can I do to help?"

"I think you know the answer to that now, Kurt," Cooper says softly, and they lock eyes before a shiver runs down Kurt's spine. "Your choice now is whether to act on it or not."

After Kurt leaves with a giant hug from Aria and a promise to visit again soon, he heads back to his own apartment with a heavy feeling sitting in the pit of his stomach.

This crazy web is seemingly staring to unravel, only it's starting to wrap around him instead. He vaguely remembers when life wasn't so difficult; when such things as tiny borrowers didn't exist and the idea of love turning them into normal sized people was just a thing of pure imagination.

But this was reality and Kurt wasn't sure if he would rather fall down a rabbit hole into nonsense.

When he gets to his apartment, Quinn and Rachel are standing at his door, both looking upset and flustered. He raises an eyebrow and the girls share a look before he stops in front of them, hesitant.

"What's going on?" he asks, and Quinn sighs, reaching out to take his hand.

"We tried to tell you," Rachel says quietly, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes and Kurt's stomach flips.

"What are you talking about?" he says, his voice getting higher.

"Your phone was off," Rachel continues and his grip on Quinn's hand becomes tighter. "We tried to call you!"

"Kurt, listen," Quinn gives his hand a reassuring squeeze and Kurt directs his gaze towards her calming voice. "While you were out, Blaine said he was going to spend some more time with Cooper and didn't know when he was going to be back," she says, and Kurt blinks, not understanding. "Or… if he was coming back."

"He left when you were heading back so you wouldn't have to cross paths," Rachel says quietly, down casting her eyes as she tucks some of her long, dark hair behind her ear. Quinn shoots her a look before she turns back to Kurt, eyes full of sympathy and concern.

"He said it was for the best." Quinn takes Kurt's hand in both of hers and holds on tight as a cold, numb feeling starts to spread from his stomach and fill the rest of his body.

It's a cold, rainy day and the puddles do nothing for Kurt's Doc Martin's as he walks down the sidewalk to his apartment. His hair clings to his face; clothes stuck to his skin, restricting him, his umbrella long forgotten at his office. He feels numb, shivering from the breeze that sweeps through the buildings but he doesn't take much notice. The only thing he cares about is getting back to his apartment; back to warmth and comfort and hopefully Blaine.

He climbs the staircase, leaving wet footprints in his wake for the first couple of steps. The sound of the key in the lock when he gets to the door seems too loud in his ears, the door too loose on its hinges when it swings open, too distant when it closes behind him.

Kurt is a mess.

He hasn't seen Blaine in over three weeks, hasn't been able to tell him that yes, yes he's in love with him. It's taken him long enough to realize it, taken him six long months to figure it out and get it through his skull, that he was in love with Blaine within the first week of knowing him, regardless of the fact that he's five and a half inches tall.

Kurt strips off his clothes, leaving him in a pile on the floor in his room before he pulls on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt from his drawers. His skin is still cold, but the clothes are warm, and at least it offers some sort of comfort, something to make him feel less empty.

He crawls on top of his bed, grabbing the blanket folded at the bottom and throws it on top of himself, curling his knees to his chest. He sinks into the mattress, letting his tiredness overtake him. Listening to the rain and wind outside of his window mixed with the sounds of the city drifts him off.

He's awoken a short time later by the light call of his own name, and for a moment, he's not even sure where he is.

He rubs his eyes, blinking them a few times before his sight comes into focus, groggy and drained.

"Kurt?" the voice is closer now, a little more bold and brave, and Kurt's eyes focus on the small body standing next to his pillow.

"Blaine!" he gasps, sitting up. The blanket falls off of his shoulders and onto his lap and he looks down at Blaine who looks just as tired as he does, just as worn down and broken, and Kurt's heart almost breaks in two. "I.. How.. What're you—"

"I came to say goodbye," Blaine says softly, finding more interest in the threads of Kurt's pillow than anything else in the room and Kurt swallows hard and dry in his throat.

"What?"

"I'm leaving. I'm going to go find another apartment building with some other borrowers… I just. Need a change, y'know?" Blaine tries to smile, a light little laugh that's trying to be positive and see the bright things in life and Kurt wants to shake him.

"You can't go," he says, but Blaine doesn't look up, just sighs and turns around, his voice barely audible to Kurt's ears.

"I have to."

"No," Kurt gets up from the bed and makes his way over to the other side, kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed. He looks at Blaine who can now meet him eye to eye at this level, and Kurt puts his hands around him resting his thumbs on Blaine's shoulders.

"You can't go," Kurt chokes out, voice breaking as he finds it harder to breathe. "Look at me." He says, "You haven't been here for almost three weeks, and just look at me! Look at you!"

Blaine's staring at him with wide eyes, frozen to the spot where he stands on the mattress, and Kurt's never seen him so small.

"Thinking of a life without you is unbearable," he admits and his eyes are watering now, tears threatening to fall from the edges with each passing moment. "I try to picture my life without you Blaine, and I can'tbreathe," he admits, his voice shaky as a few small tears escape his eyes and roll down his cheeks.

"And I've been stupid….god I've been so stupid, Blaine…" he laughs despite himself, shaking his head at his own foolishness. "Because it's taken me this entire time to finally realize how much I trulylove you."

The tiny gasp from Blaine is still audible enough to Kurt's ears, even if he hadn't meant it to be, and that's all it takes for Kurt's heart to swell.

"Kurt…"

"Blaine, you have to believe me," he sniffs. "And I'm so sorry I took this long to admit it, but you can'tleave." He chokes, rubbing his thumbs across Blaine's shoulders gently as he leans his head in closer. "I don't think I could stand it if you left. I really don't."

Blaine places his hands gently on Kurt's face, rubbing the tears away as they fall from his eyes, and he feels Blaine's lips against his nose, light and soft.

"Okay," he feels the little borrower breathe soft against his face, "I'm not going anywhere," Blaine whispers, and Kurt sniffs again, clenching his eyes shut as trails of "I love you's'' fall from his lips over and over.

"I love you, too." Blaine says, "I always have." and Kurt feels Blaine's tiny forehead pressed against his, small and reassuring, and for right now, that's all he needs.

"You should get cleaned up. Take a shower or something," Blaine suggests a little while later and Kurt makes a noise of acknowledgement. His knees are hurting, having spent a long time getting aquatinted with the hardwood floor. He lifts his head and looks at Blaine, tired, but feeling the most content he's felt in days, and lifts himself from the floor, lifting Blaine in his hands as he goes.

Blaine goes to rub his nose against his, adorable and compact, before there's a shift in the air. Kurt doesn't quite understand it, but Blaine's eyes go wide and suddenly Blaine isn't in his hands anymore.

His arms now are around Blaine's shoulders, broad and wide and whole. Blaine is staring at him, his hazel eyes burning right through him, as he feels two strong arms take a hold around his waist, strong and secure, and Kurt's lost the ability to breathe.

When he catches his breath, Kurt starts to laugh. Slow at first, gradually getting louder before he gets to the point where he's crying again, the tears streaming down his face once more. The laughter is shaking his body in waves and his vision is blurred, because even after Blaine has grown into a normal sized person, he's still shorter than Kurt. And for some reason, above all else, Kurt finds this the funniest thing in the entire world. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Kurt," Blaine chuckles, soft and sweet, as he thumbs away the tears falling down Kurt's now rosy cheeks; Kurt laughs again before he reaches up and runs his fingers through Blaine's hair behind his ears, fingers playing with his curls.

Blaine rests their foreheads together and pulls them closer, and Kurt takes a breath through his nose, full and deep, and just Blaine.

Blaine, who usually spent the majority of his time in the pockets of his clothing, Blaine who has taken a bath in one of his coffee mugs, Blaine who he has roasted marshmallows with on his stove when the power went out. Blaine who had stolen scoops of Kurt's hair gel from his vanity.

Blaine, the little borrower who lived in his walls.

Blaine, the perfectly (if not still vertically challenged) normal sized human being, who is now staring at Kurt with those hazel eyes that make his heart beat faster and slower at the same time.

Blaine moves in slowly and Kurt doesn't object. He can feel Blaine's hot breath on his face, kind and inviting and real. And when Blaine presses their lips together, gentle and warm, everything is perfect.

"I love you," Kurt says against Blaine's lips and he can feel Blaine smile. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

"I've always loved you," Blaine whispers and kisses Kurt again, deep and slow, and Kurt feels himself melting under his touch. "Always."

Kurt's fingers tighten in Blaine's hair, pulling him closer, because he can. Because Blaine is real, and life-sized, and everything he's ever dreamed.

"You've done so much for me," Blaine breathes as pulls back, resting their foreheads together. "Now let me take care of you," he says, and Kurt has to fight back the noise that tries to escape the back of his throat. "Please, let me take care of you."

"Okay," Kurt breathes, swallowing hard in his throat as he clings to Blaine's shoulders, "Yes, okay… yes."

As they lie on the bed together some time later with their legs intertwined, Kurt can't help but break the silence with a small laugh.

"What?" Blaine asks, searching Kurt's eyes with his own as Kurt's thumb traces along the other boy's collar bone.

"Nothing," Kurt smiles, "I just can't stop staring at you." He admits and Blaine smiles back, bright, big, and promising.

"You're weird."

"Says the boy who used to be five inches tall."

"Five and a half."

End.