He knew he had to tell Blaine, but he didn't know how. He'd be so disappointed… he worked so hard to get Kurt to believe in himself during the application process, but Kurt ignored it and kept on being cynical. Now Kurt's own insecurities came through and he didn't get in. The only school he applied to… the school of his dreams, and he didn't get in. He was too much of a failure… not talented enough to get in. He couldn't believe that he got confident on a good audition on his part and a bad one on— he couldn't even think the name without a fresh round of tears springing to his eyes.
"Kurt? Kurt where are you?" Blaine's slightly panicked voice traveled from down the hallway and Kurt knew, now's the time to tell him. It's now, or never.
"In th-the choir room Blaine!" he shouted back weakly, his voice thick with the tears threatening to fall.
Quick footsteps came soon after and Blaine's small figure entered the room.
"Kurt! There you are! I've been loo- Kurt?" he walked up to Kurt and wiped his eyes. "Baby what's wrong? Why're you crying?"
The way Blaine's voice carried so much emotion made Kurt's tears come faster.
"I-I… I didn't get in…" he whispered, knowing Blaine would hear it. Sure enough, a millisecond later, Blaine's strong arms were around him in a comforting embrace.
"Oh baby… h-how? You were amazing during your audition! Carmen Tibbideaux said so herself!" Blaine said comfortingly. "Did… did Rachel get in?"
At the question I let out a choked sob, shoulder shaking Blaine's grasp.
"I d-don't get how she could get in! She-she choked on her audition! Twice! A-and she got it! She gets everything I want! But this time she took something I need! I needed this Blaine! This was my future! It was supposed to be you, me, in New York with a dog and maybe some kids later on! But now it's not. Now I'm going to be a Lima loser. You're going to leave me for Sebastian… he's going to get into some fancy school in Paris and I'll be all alone. In Lima. Coaching a show choir and maybe doing some community theatre on the side. It never works out for me! Why can't I just have one year that's perfect. That doesn't involve me getting slusied daily, shoved into a locker every other period, and maybe, just maybe, getting into any college?" He broke off the words haunting his memory once again.
"Kurt… Kurt please listen to me." Great. Now Blaine is crying, another thing to add to the list of failures that's getting longer by the second. "you're -not going to be stuck in Lima forever. You'll-we'll go to New York. We'll do all of that and I'll never ever leave you for Sebastian. I love you Kurt. I'll love you for forever and I'll be with you every step of your life. When we bring our son home from the hospital, scolding him when he pulls the dog's tail! It'll all happen, maybe not this year, maybe not next year, but all of it will happen. Maybe you weren't meant to get into NYADA. Maybe you were meant to stay another year so you can do some community theatre, and I'm sure Mr. Shue would be ecstatic if you helped with the New Directions! Then you'll have another stellar audition and you'll get in to NYADA. And I'll be on that plane with you to New York. I love you Kurt."
Kurt let out another sob and squeezed Blaine.
"I'm sorry. I love you too. I love you so much."
"You have nothing to be sorry for." Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead and pulled them into a standing position. "Now come on. Let's go get some lunch. It's my treat."
Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine gently.
"I'd love that. Lead the way Mr. Anderson."