This chapter was written by me.

Epilogue

Six months later

Your fic was, once again, excellent. Kurt typed on his phone, sending the message to Blaine with a satisfied grin on his face.

Oh, hush, your fics are so much better. Kurt smiled at Blaine's instant response, fingers fluttering back to his cell.

Kurt paused momentarily, wondering if what he was going to say would be too forward, but decided Blaine wouldn't mind. Come round. Please. I want to see you.

He held his breath for a few minutes until his phone beeped with a new text alert. I'll be there in two hours.

Beaming, Kurt hurried over to his mirror and checked his hair. Two hours was a good time limit. It meant he could ensure that everyone had indeed left the house.

Two hours later.

The doorbell rang, signaling Blaine's arrival. With a grin on his face, Kurt checked that his room was clean and appropriately neat before heading to the door. He opened it to greet an extremely cheerful Blaine.

"You're here!" Kurt exclaimed happily, reaching forwards to envelop Blaine in a hug. The shorter boy let out a slight gasp as Kurt squeezed him rather tightly. "I've missed you."

"You saw me last weekend," Blaine said, rolling his eyes fondly. "We Skype every night. Honestly."

"And yet I still miss you." Kurt said simply, earning an embarrassed grin from Blaine himself.

"I miss you too." Blaine said, letting out a slightly wistful sigh as he watched Kurt's bubbling excitement. "You make my days immensely brighter."

Kurt laughed. "Obviously. I'm Kurt Hummel. I brighten up anyone's day."

Blaine snorted in response, looking down. "So, uh, living room? Kitchen? Bedroom?"

"Bedroom," Kurt responded, flushing at his quick response. Blaine stifled a giggle. "Come on, I want to show you something."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and Kurt, whilst surprised, smiled softly at him. "Show me the way, Peter Frampton."

Kurt nodded, flustered, and led Blaine to his immaculate room. He pushed open the door and pointed towards his bed. Blaine, confused, sat down and observed Kurt's odd behavior.

"I remembered our first proper meeting," Kurt explained as he returned, a guitar in his hands. "And I realized it's been six months. Six months. Time goes so fast."

Blaine nodded slowly, unsure where Kurt was going with this.

"So," Kurt continued, ignoring Blaine's confusion, "I was thinking that you would play guitar for me and, in return, I would sing for you."

Blaine blinked at Kurt's brashness, eyeing the guitar. "I don't know…"

"For me?" Kurt asked, forcing the guitar into Blaine's hands.

"I can't deny anyone anything," Blaine said, annoyed, though his fingers automatically started plucking the strings, relishing the beautiful sound he created. "Especially not you. What do you want me to play?"

Kurt shrugged. "Whatever you want."

Blaine bit his lip and grinned, playing an E chord. He finished the first riff, cleared his throat and began to sing.

"Once I rose above the noise and confusion, just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion, I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high."

Kurt smiled, enraptured with Blaine's strong baritone.

"Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man, though my mind could think I still was a mad man, I hear the voices when I'm dreaming, I can hear them say-"

Kurt quietly joined in, Blaine glancing up at him in mild surprise. "Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest."

Blaine stopped playing, looking at Kurt with a soft smile. "Kurt… You should sing more. Your voice is good. Really good."

Kurt looked down, suddenly shy. "Thanks. It pales in comparison to yours."

"Don't say that," Blaine said. "You're too critical. You have a nice voice. Believe me."

Kurt scoffed. "You haven't heard me sing."

"Then sing for me," Blaine said simply.

Kurt paused, clasping his hands together nervously. "Okay. Let me just…"

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise."

Blaine watched him, transfixed.

Kurt, feeling slightly more confident, continued. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see, all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.

"Blackbird fly, blackbird fly, into the light of the dark black night. Blackbird fly, blackbird fly, into the light of the dark black night.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise. You were only waiting for this moment to arise. You were only waiting for this moment to arise."

Kurt stopped, eyes downcast. "What did you think?"

Blaine stood up, looking at Kurt with newfound affection. "That was moving." He told the other boy gently, lifting up his chin so Kurt was staring at him. "You move me, Kurt."

Kurt blinked, confused, as Blaine leaned in and kissed him straight on the mouth. Kurt kissed back, leaning into the kiss and reaching out to hug Blaine closer to him. They broke apart, Kurt gasping with surprise. "Blaine," he whimpered happily.

"I really like you, Kurt." Blaine said, smiling at him. "I have ever since we first spoke. You were adorable and I… I think I could fall in love with you."

Kurt paused, happiness filling him. "I think I could fall in love with you too," he replied honestly, kissing Blaine once more.

It was safe to say that Kurt Hummel had had a great year.