Some days were harder than others. I mean, no days wereeasy for Kurt, being away from his better half, his sweetheart, his boyfriend ofthree years. After all that time together they had begun relying on each other a little too much to be healthy, admittedly. Moving in to college wasn't the hardest part of leaving McKinley, for Kurt. The hardest part had been leaving Blaine behind.

Still, some days were easier than others. There were the days where Kurt would be distracted by his courses at NYADA or by the drama that Rachel seemed toleekthat he barely had time to think of Blaine until night rolled in, bringing loneliness and the longing for those times when he used to be able to come home from a long day and take comfort in dozing off, safe in Blaine's arms. Still, those were some of the good days.

Better yet, were the days where, by some miracle, Kurt and Blaine found time in their busy schedules to regroup and catch up. They'd Skype or FaceTime, relishing the time that they had to see each other, if only over a screen, or sometimes they'd even phone each other and just talk about everything under the sky for hours on end until one of them couldn't put off whatever they were supposed to be doing any longer. Those were the best days; those days renewed Kurt's will not to break down. At least until the school week was over.

There were bad days, though. Torturous, awful days that always seemed to drawl on forever. Days where the buildup of school work or Rachel's obliviousness to other people's feelings hit his absolute last nerve. They seemed to threaten to actually make him break down, like a fussy toddler who was beyond tired and it was all he could do not to throw a hysterical fit. Those were the types of days on which Kurt would break out The Shirt.

Kurt had actually stolen that shirt, long ago. If it counts as stealing when it's taken from the back of your boyfriend's wardrobe. He took it when Blaine and him had just started dating. His original intentions had been to get rid of it, because while that shirt was very… Blaine it was a whole new kind of fashion disaster with its mustard yellow and mud brown stripes. There was no way Kurt Hummel's boyfriend, of all people, would be walking around it. Still, he'd kept it because of the lingering scent of Blaine's preferred aftershave and fabric softener on it. That, and it was a very warm shirt.

So on the bad days, Kurt would wear it all day. Despite being a fashion rolemodle, despite being an intern for Vouge, despite despising the design of the shirt, he would wear The Shirt contently. And it would soothe him for the day. Then, when night came around again, he would cuddle up under his sheets, still in The Shirt, and think of Blaine. But this time around it was less of missing Blaine so much he could physically feel it just as much as he could feel a stomach ache, and it was more about hoping Blaine was in his own bed in Lima, thinking about him, too.