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"Blaine, you can't do this. We can't do this. Why are you asking me to marry you? Now of all times? We aren't even a couple."
"I know, but we're soul mates Kurt. We belong together. We're going to be together forever and I just don't see why we should wait."
"How about because we aren't even dating, Blaine. Or maybe because we haven't done anything to work on our issues."
"We're fine. We were together at Christmas and again at the wedding. That means something. It means that you know we're meant to be together. Why are you fighting this?"
"I told you at the wedding that we were just friends. You agreed to that. Just bros helping bros, right? And I was with you at Christmas because you and my dad ambushed me. I really didn't have a choice. I want us to be friends. I love you. You've been my best friend almost since the day we met. I don't want to say it was a mistake for us to be together at the wedding, but obviously it was. It was easy just to fall back into being with you like that. I'm comfortable with you. We enjoy each others bodies. But I meant it when I said I just want to be friends. I'm dating now."
"Oh, you're with Adam still? How does that make you any better than me Kurt? You cheated on him. I think it's good that you went out with Adam. We both went outside of each other and now we can realize that me and you are meant to be."
"Cheating on your boyfriend of over a year and sleeping with someone while you’re casually dating someone else are two completely different things. And that may be what happened to you when you were with someone else, but that's not what happened with me. I know I don’t want to get back together with you, Blaine. I’m sorry."
Kurt sighed and looked across the room at Blaine. "I don’t think we should see each other anymore, Blaine. I thought that we could be friends. Being together at the wedding was easy and fun. But I realized that what I missed most was your friendship. And that's what you agreed to, but obviously you were just pretending. Waiting until you got what you wanted. I think we need to make a clean break. Obviously, I can't be around you without unintentionally sending you mixed signals. It's not good for either one of us.”
There was nothing left to say after that. Kurt left quietly, knowing this may have ended their friendship for good, but ultimately knowing that it was the best thing for him. He drove home, feeling both saddened by the loss of a friendship and relieved, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He’d known this was coming for awhile, but the sting of fresh loss was going to take awhile to get over.
The next day at the airport, he said goodbye to his Dad again. His spring break was ending and it was time to get back to his life. Back to NYADA and Adam and Rachel and Santana. Hugging Burt tightly, he breathed in his dad’s familiar smell. Always wanting to imprint it in his memory banks for the time he’d be away. He was grateful to have his dad, to know that his cancer is in remission and that the major heath worries were over for now.
“I love you kiddo.”
“I love you too, Dad.”
“I know this Blaine thing is hard, but you’ll be okay. You know I wish you’d told me everything that happened with the breakup before.”
“I know dad.”
Burt pulled the ball cap off his head and ran his hand through his hair and put the cap back on. “You just do what’s best for you now, okay? Everything else will work itself out.” Kurt hugged his dad one last time and walked into the airport. He checked in and met Santana at their terminal. He plopped down in the seat next to where she sat with her head bent over a fashion magazine. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and crossed his legs. He looked at his black screen for a minute before realizing that he didn’t really want to pull up his normal social media sites or texts; the last time he’d checked his phone he’d had a barrage of messages from Tina asking how he could do this to Blaine, from Mercedes asking if he was okay, and from Blaine saying he was making a huge mistake. He sighed and put his phone back in his pocket.
Santana looked up from her magazine at him and gave him a surprisingly soft smile. “Hey Lady Hummel, you ready to go back to the loft and the craziness that is Rachel Berry?”
“Oh yes, you know I’ve missed her loud vocal exercises in the morning.” He smirked at Santana and let it flow into a genuine smile of thanks, because she didn’t ask him how he was or treat him with kid gloves. That was one thing he could always count on with Santana, knowing when you didn’t want to talk about something and letting you have that time if needed, and also her brutal honesty.