HELLO WORLD! This is my first attempt at writing Glee Fan fiction. So I hope it isn't too craptastic. I don't have a Beta-reader so volunteers are welcome.

DISCLAIMER: Anything you recognize does not belong to me. I don't own anything Glee related and NERVER will. So don't sue me.

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Day 1

You know that feeling you get when the person you love texts you or sends you a message on Facebook? It's that feeling of absolute joy that courses through your veins and makes you feel like you can fly, and maybe you could, if you weren't glued to your seat with anticipation.

It had been 12 days, and six hours, since the last contact I'd received from Kurt when my phone dinged and my heart soared. That's also exactly three seconds before my heart slammed down and tried to escape into the cold ground. It took four words for my life to come crashing down around me again.

We need to talk.

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Day 8

"Blaine Warbler, I don't understand," Brittany sighs. Her head is resting on my shoulder as we sit alone in my car. "I've been through break-ups before but this time it feels the time I found Lord Tubbington running a drug ring out of his litter box."

"It's because you love her, Brittany. You just love her so much," I say, checking my phone for the millionth time for any sort of message from Kurt. I had been given a time and a place and I'd received no other messages from Kurt since. I think it was almost cruel making us meet at a coffee shop exactly halfway between Lima and New York; I probably deserved it. Ironically, we were also meeting the same weekend I was supposed to originally come to New York.

"I know but it still hurts my heart. Is this where heartburn comes from?" I feel bad as I tune Brittany out as she debates with herself. I'd brought her along because she'd been taking her own break-up particularly hard. In fact, the Glee club had taken to keeping her company as much as possible. We didn't want her to go through another melt down.

"Oh my God," I breathed. Kurt's car pulls in and slips into a spot opposite from mine. Kurt steps out of his car and turns his jacket collar up against the wind. In four long strides he steps up onto the curb and turns to survey the parking lot. I sink in my seat a little as his eyes latch onto my car.

"Blaine, look there he is!" She points and waves at Kurt. Kurt does a small wave and smiles slightly at Brittany. Finally, after a few uncomfortable moments of staring, he turns and enters the coffee shop.

"Okay. I'm going," I say attempting to reassure myself. I open the door and step outside.

"Tell Kurt I said Hi!" Brittany says before turning her attention to the radio.

I wipe my sweaty hands on my pants and cross the road. I peek over my shoulder at Brittany and she gives me a thumbs up. Despite her moral support I feel like I am dying. My heart races and I almost puke just opening the door. I remind myself to appear calm and take a deep breath. I got myself into this mess, it's my fault.

"Blaine, over here," Kurt says from a booth in a far corner. He has a cup in front of him and one across the table. I slide into the vinyl booth and take a deep breath.

"Kurt, I-"

"No," he says quietly, "let me talk first. Also, that's for you."

"Thank you," I say as I wrap my hands around the cup so they will stop shaking. My mind races a million miles a minute. I know this was it.

"I need you to listen and give me time to finish," he says dipping his head and searching my eyes for understanding. I nod and swallow trying to clear the lump building up in my throat. "Blaine, I love you. I love you more than you can imagine. But, I'm terrified that I'm in love with the idea of you. I'm scared that I love what you did for me more than who you are as a person. I'm scared that I'm in love with the younger you. The one that I met at Dalton. The one that helped turn me into the person I am today-"

"Kurt, I am still that person," my voice falters and I can feel tears well up in my eyes.

"Please, don't interrupt me. Blaine, you are still that person. I'm not being fair. It's me that's changed. It's-," he seems to search the air around the table for the right wording. "I- I think it's as if maybe I've outgrown you. Not like outgrowing a sweater or a pair of shoes, but like we're almost on different planets completely. I'm trying to figure out my life and how everything fits into it. You-," he pauses again eyeing me. "You cheated on me. I can't have that in my life. I deserve a boyfriend that respects me in every way. I know it was hard for you. That's why I don't think it's fair for either of us for us to keep dating. You need freedom and I need time to get myself together before I can even think about being able to juggle a relationship. You're in high school. Enjoy it. Date a cute boy and find out what you want in life. This is the time for you to make mistakes. I'm just... past that point," he blinks away his own tears away and nods at me. "Do you understand?"

"No, I don't understand. Kurt, you act like there's some huge age difference between us," I feel insulted and upset. "What sort of wisdom does three weeks in New York give you? I get it. I screwed up, again, there is nothing I can do about it. Kurt, I am so sorry," I say as tears flow freely. I feel like all the air in the room has been sucked out and I feel myself trying to gulp down what was left. "I screwed up that night at the bar-"

"Blaine-" he interrupts.

"No. Now it's my turn. I messed up that night at the bar. I messed up again when I allowed myself to let Eli flirt with me and let it go to far. But, please, know I'm so sorry," I feel eyes on the back of my head but I have to make this right. "I'll do better. I swear."

"So his name was Eli-," he shakes his head. " No that's wrong of me. Blaine. Blaine Anderson. You did mess up, but I know you're sorry. You are human just like everyone else. But, for both of our sakes I really do think we need to be adults here," he reaches over and pats the back of my hand. I jerk it away and inhale deeply.

"Please, don't do this to me. Please. Give me one more chance," I beg.

"Blaine, no. You need to go back to Lima and not be tied to me. That way neither of us can hurt the other by our actions. There are more fish in the sea and one day you'll find one for you. You'll always be my first true love but we both need for this to end and stop hurting each other," he pulls a few bills from his wallet and lays them on the table. Tears are streaming down both of our faces. As much as I am hurt this was tearing him apart too. "This is so hard for me. Part of me wants to take it all back and just go back to Lima with you. But, I have to put things into perspective and move forward."

"So, I'm holding you back? I've-"

"God, Blaine. Come outside with me," he says turning on his heel and walking towards the door. I slide out of the booth and smile apologetically at the people I pass on the way out. I step outside and stand in front of him. I look up at him and feel my heart-break, I'm standing close enough to smell his cologne and for a moment it's too much. "Blaine, I do want to keep in touch. I understand if it's too much being just friends."

"This is just so cliché," I turn away from him and inhale trying to get the smell of his cologne out of my nose. I start nodding. I can't let him go. "Okay. Fine, if that's what you want."

"It really is Blaine," he smiles as if he wasn't ripping my heart from my chest. Almost like it's all going to be okay. He then pulls me in for a hug and I almost want to kiss him. To see how he'd react. To make him see this lie he's trying to sell me. Instead, I don't have the courage to do anything other than smile and nod through a goodbye.

It feels like the end of my world and the beginning of my own personal Hell.

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