So, this is my first ever fanfiction and I am way nervous and excited to see where it will go... Hopefully it will turn out alright. I have quite a few different story lines planned, so more chapters should be coming soon. Any reviews, thoughts, impressions, criticisms, comments, or anything you want to say about the story would be much appreciated! Also, disclaimers... I don't own Glee, any lyrics mentioned throughout the story, or any of the characters (this applies to all chapters). Hope you enjoy!

"Cause everything you do and words you say,

You know that it all takes my breath away,

And now I'm left with nothing

So maybe it's true

That I can't live without you

And maybe two is b-"

As Blaine reached over to turn his phone alarm off, he couldn't help but suppress a smile. Today was the day he was finally going to make everything right again. He'd been dreaming and dreading this day for weeks and now, he'd finally have the chance to do what he should have done in the first place.

He stumbled out of bed and groggily walked to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth, he turned the shower on as hot as he could stand it and pulled off his boxers. Walking in the shower, he felt sudden relief. Showers always did something to Blaine. It was the one place where he felt safe to mull over his thoughts and today, he definitely had some issues to ponder.

He'd been living in New York for just over a year now. A lot had happened that past year. He had moved here with Kurt, both of them attending their first year at NYU, Blaine majoring in musical theater and Kurt majoring in fashion design. At first, life had been blissful. They had decided to move in together and were renting an apartment. Every day was a new, exciting journey and life was perfect. It was only when classes started and they were meeting new people that things took a turn for the worse. Today was the last day he would he allow himself to remember what had happened that caused them to break up. The memories were too painful, yet he allowed himself to become lost in those moments from so long ago. Not judging, just remembering.

"Blaine, I'm headed over to Joey's to study for the psychology midterm," Kurt called out as he walked in the bedroom to grab his bag, "Don't wait up for me, we'll probably be out late tonight."

"Alright babe, love you," Blaine said, standing and giving the other boy a quick peck on the lips before resuming his advanced statistics homework. Why the school made a theater major take stats, he had no idea. He heard the door close behind Kurt and sighed. There had been something going on with the other boy, but Blaine couldn't figure out what it was. Instead of delving into his relationship problems, he continued with his homework until he finally finished the last problem. After checking his answers with his answer guide book, he felt satisfied and lay back on the couch.

Now Blaine was used to Kurt studying with other people, but sometimes, he wish he'd stay home at night. Kurt had been out every night this past week studying or finishing homework and Blaine was starting to feel lonely. He knew it was close to midterms and knew that his boyfriend was competitive and wanted the top spot in all of his classes, but Blaine sometimes wished that they could spend a night alone, without any homework or interruptions. He sometimes felt like Kurt was growing more and more distant. When they talked nowadays, the conversations were short, though it could be due to stress and mountains of homework. Blaine was usually busy during the day rehearsing and memorizing lines while Kurt was talking about new designs and working as an intern for some student fashion magazine on campus.

This meant that their time alone had been reduced to late nights, early mornings, and the occasional lunch or coffee break during the middle of the day. Back at Lima, they had spent every possible moment together, but once they got to New York, their busy lives had kept them apart more and more. Blaine was starting to feel sorry for himself when he heard the phone ring.

"Hey Blaine, it's me, Jared."

"Oh hey Jared, what's up?" Blaine asked. Jared lived in the apartment complex right across the street and was in Blaine's literature and beginning theater classes. They had become decent friends, but didn't really talk all that often outside of class about anything besides homework and school. Jared was a couple years older than Blaine and already had a degree in business that was forced upon him by his parents. His true passion was theater and music, so he was taking classes during his free time and performing whenever he had the chance.

"I was, um, wondering if, maybe, you know, maybe you want to come over and have a drink?" Jared started to explain, "It's just, me and some friends are having a little… impromptu party to relax from midterms. I know you've been stressing, especially with the big performance coming up and all…"

Blaine smiled inwardly and couldn't help but feel that it might do him some good to take time away from his apartment and school for just one night. Technically he wasn't old enough to drink, but that hadn't stopped him before.

"Sure," he replied casually, "that sounds like fun, I'll be over as soon as I change into some decent clothes." He had already changed into some sweats, planning on spending the long night at home watching some movies until Kurt got back. He didn't have class until noon tomorrow, so he'd have plenty of time to sleep in. And besides, Kurt said he wouldn't be back until late, so what harm would it be to go over and have a couple of drinks with some friends?

As Blaine delved into the memories of him and Kurt from the past, he suddenly realized he should probably get out of the shower. He turned off the water, grabbed his towel, and quickly dried off as he walked back to his bedroom and opened his closet. He grabbed a pair of dark denim skinny jeans, and simple white v-neck tee, and a deep red long-sleeved sweater. Kurt had always said that he looked good in red and Blaine reluctantly agreed. After debating over which shoes to wear, he finally pulled on a pair of black and red converse. He looked at himself in his full-length mirror before finally nodding his head once and hurrying to the kitchen.

It had been less than a year since that night so many years ago when he and Kurt had stood in this kitchen. They had been arguing and Blaine was drunk out of his mind. He had just returned from the party at Jared's place, though he wasn't quite sure how he made it home without passing out due to his ridiculously high blood alcohol level. He only remembered little bits and pieces of the party, but the argument is burned in his memory as if it had happened yesterday.

"How the hell could you do this?" Kurt yelled, looking furious with his hands on his hips and his nostrils flaring ever so slightly.

"Me? Dammit Kurt, why the hell does everything end up being my fault here?" Blaine yelled back angrily, the older boy taking a slight step forward, "Have you failed to notice that we hardly spend time together anymore? Have you failed to notice that the only time we kiss is when one of us is leaving the apartment? Have you forgotten that we used to ditch class just so we could go to the park and sit on the swings, together, just the two of us? Do you remember what it used to be like to just be us, just Kurt and Blaine, together?" Blaine swallowed the hard lump in his throat, forcing himself not to cry right now and continued, "Do you remember when we first met and everything was new and electric? How we used to stay up for hours texting each other before we even got together? Then, when we finally admitted our feelings, do you remember those nights where I would sneak into your bedroom and we would lay there, just basking in the presence of one another? Do you remember Kurt? Do you remember what it used to be like?" His voice started to crack, but he ignored the emotions and inched a step closer to Kurt and went on, "Because I haven't forgotten us Kurt. I haven't forgotten why we moved here. I haven't forgotten that we just wanted to be together without people threatening to hurt us or shoving us into lockers. I haven't forgotten that I want to be with you and only you. It was just you and me against the world and now that we don't have to fight everything together…," the older boy's voice trembled slightly as he whispered, "I feel like I've lost you." At these last words, Blaine looked down, finally allowing the tears to flow freely down his face as his hands trembled.

Blaine knew he had made a mistake tonight. He had never intended for things to go so far, but they had. And now, he was fighting to hold on to the one thing that actually mattered to him in this life. The one person he couldn't live without.

Kurt inched slightly closer to Blaine and wanted to comfort him, he really did. He wanted to tell him that he still felt the same way, that he wanted Blaine as much as Blaine seemingly wanted him. He loved Blaine with all of his heart and hadn't meant to cause the older boy so much grief and loneliness. Yet after walking in on his boyfriend with his tongue down that Jared guy's throat, he couldn't help but wonder if the words Blaine had said really meant anything at all. Yes, Blaine was drunk, drunker than Kurt had ever seen the older boy before, and the alcohol had likely caused Blaine to act irrationally. But that gave him no excuse to cheat on Kurt with that bastard Jared. Still, he was still too angry to do anything but sigh and put a hand on the older boy's shoulder.

"Let's get some sleep and we'll talk everything out in the morning, alright?"

Blaine just nodded his head as Kurt led him to the bedroom. The younger boy decided it probably would be best if they didn't share the same bed tonight, so he grabbed some extra sheets and went to the couch, settling in for the night as he heard Blaine get up and run to the bathroom, puking the contents of his stomach into the toilet for the third time since Kurt had gotten Blaine back to the apartment. He really hoped his boyfriend would remember enough from tonight to discuss everything that had happened in the morning.

Blaine was thinking about what had happened that next morning as his phone buzzed on the counter and brought him out of his reverie. He looked down to see he had a new text from Kurt, "Hey, I'm down at the coffee shop, where are you?"

He could just hear his ex boyfriend's faintly worried and annoyed voice through that message and smiled slightly before replying, "I'll be there in five minutes. I just have to grab something first." On his way out, he grabbed his keys and his bag and stealthily slipped a little envelope in his jacket pocket before closing the door, running to meet up with Kurt for their coffee date. Hopefully today would not be a disappointment.