A/N- So here is my sequel! I hope you all enjoy it. It picks up right where WMUI left off, so it's more a continuation of that story rather than a completely new one. I aim to update on Sundays, Wednesdays and Fridays, but as with all things, I'm only human so forgive me if I miss a day here or there. Leave me some love and in return I shall eat a cookie on your behalf. :) Becky.

Oh! I need to warn for minor character death. It's not imminent, and while I don't want to spoil things I feel like I should say it is NOT Finn, I just couldn't write that.

"We'll take it," Blaine says with a huge grin.

"What?" Kurt hisses at him before turning with a tight smile to the landlord. "Excuse us for a moment." Stepping out into the communal hallway, he drags Blaine along with him. "What are you doing?"

"You love it. It's written all over your face," Blaine smiles as he cups his cheek sweetly.

"I do, but it's like three times what we can afford," he sighs. "I don't even have a job yet, I'm living off my savings right now. I don't know why we came to look at this one in the first place."

"Because it's close to the college and we can see the water," Blaine tells him, watching as Kurt studies the architecture of the hallway. "Kurt, listen to me. The rental from my house will cover my mortgage and more each month. I'm earning, and will be able to pick up more session work now I'm in a city again."

"But you can't just pay for everything," Kurt pouts.

"I know that," he says with a kiss to his cheek. "And I know you're a stubborn ass. But I want us to have this place. It feels right. The building has character, it's central, plus it's three bedrooms so we can have a guest room as well as a music room. Please, let me do this for us. You can buy groceries or something."

"I don't know..." he trails off, uncertain. "It's extravagant."

"You deserve extravagance," Blaine wheedles as his arms slide around Kurt's waist.

"True," he muses.

"There's a balcony, Kurt," Blaine whispers seductively in his ear. "Think about it. Balcony sex where anyone could walk past..." Tugging Kurt's earlobe between his teeth, he grins as Kurt lets out a small whimper.

"You're terrible."

"But you love me."

"I still want to get a job, okay? I want to contribute."

"Okay," Blaine smiles happily. "Though don't forget, you'll be taking care of me for fifteen years before you retire."

"Good point," Kurt laughs as everything falls into place once more. "Come on then, old man. Let's go sign our first lease."

Giddy with happiness, frantic calls are made to friends and family ordering everybody to meet at Breadstix for a celebratory dinner. As Blaine drives them back to Lima, Kurt finds his mind wandering as he closes his eyes, heavy with exhaustion after the whirlwind of the last few days. Their one and only night in New York had been virtually sleepless. After Blaine accepted Kurt's offer of moving to Chicago they had talked until late, both being open and honest about recent events, how hurt they had been and discussing how to ensure they avoided such a situation in the future. The answer was simple, of course. Honesty really is the best policy, and both agreed to try and keep this at the center of all they do. Then there were the phone calls to both sets of parents. Burt had boomed his congratulations as Carole shrieked in the background, and Blaine's mom had talked incessantly about how happy she was that her darling boys had worked everything out, while Mike begged to be allowed to speak. Wes was at Nick and Jeff's, along with Sebastian, so all four cheered together, and Blaine promised to set about finding Wes a woman now that he no longer needed to babysit him. And then Santana and Rachel had arrived home.

Surprisingly, Rachel was understanding. Kurt explained it was her advice which had helped him make his decision- she had told him that if after a week of normal living, the hole was still there, then he would know Blaine could be the only thing that would fill it. She was right. Of course, she preened uncontrollably at this news, which made Santana roll her eyes and walk off to her bedroom. Blaine found her curled up under her comforter, not crying but staring at the wall and ordering him out of her room, an order which he flatly ignored.

"I'll still see you, you know," he had said to her gently as he spooned himself around her.

"No you won't," she sulked. "You won't be in Lima or New York anymore at all."

"So come to Chicago," he had told her, squeezing her tight. "Visit us for New Years, fly out for a weekend, I don't know. But don't sulk about it."

"I guess I kinda got a bit over excited when you arrived," she said as her voice cracked. "I thought I might be lucky enough to have all my best friends in the same place, and now I find out I'm losing two of them at once, and I'm left with Berry."

"You love Rachel," Blaine laughed as she huffed. "You do. But just because Kurt and I are moving, it doesn't mean we won't have time for you in our lives, okay?"

"Okay," she muttered reluctantly.

"You know, Kurt's absence means there's a spare place at NYADA. Maybe you should think about it. You're too good for waiting tables and tending bar."

"I know. Maybe I will," she shrugged. "I guess I have to fit somewhere, at some point, right?"

"You fit here," he said, putting a hand over her heart.

"You're touching my breasts."

"Here then," he laughed, spinning her around to face him and putting her hand on his chest. "You're my best girl, remember?"

She had cheered slightly at this, feeling the need to tell Blaine that she loved him but he was expressly forbidden- of course- from telling anyone. By the time he had fallen into bed alongside a completely over excited Kurt, both were exhausted.

"I know we need to sleep..."

"We really do," Blaine answered, reaching for him in the dark. "It's nearly three."

"But I just want to make out with you a little," and Blaine could see Kurt's smile and the way his eyes danced with merriment even in the gloom.

"A little," he grinned back.

A little turned into almost another hour, until kisses turned into worn out, half hearted attempts to connect their lips and then into Blaine's head lolling onto Kurt's chest and soft snores escaping them both. They left New York again just before seven, with as many of Kurt's belongings rammed into Blaine's already full car as possible. All his clothes, of course, and Blaine found himself feeling grateful that the rest hadn't already been shipped from Ohio.

"I'm going to end up with stuff in New York, stuff in Lima and stuff in Chicago." Kurt complained as they left the city behind.

"Shouldn't have so much stuff then," Blaine teased.

The long drive home passed easily, and then they were on the steps of the Hummel-Hudson's porch, being encased in the loving arms of four happy parents before Carole ushered them all inside for dinner.

"I'm so happy," Burt kept smiling at everyone. "I was worried about you in New York, alone," he said to Kurt. "I wasn't going to say anything, of course- it wasn't my place- but you belong with Blaine. And Chicago... Wow. Best of both worlds. You two will be together, you can get home to us whenever you want, we can visit you..."

"When are you moving, darlings?" Sara asked.

"Well, we're hoping to drive up on Monday, view some apartments," Blaine said as he squeezed Kurt's hand excitedly, "take a look at the college and meet Kurt's professors. After that...as soon as we can I guess. Within the week, hopefully. Kurt can't miss too much of the semester, he already has to take catch up classes to cover the first few weeks."

"Ah, you'll catch up in no time," Mike said confidently slapping Kurt on the back. "I'm proud of you, my son. Arriving at that decision on your own can't have been easy. But I'm positive it's the right one."

"Thank you," Kurt said, suddenly bashful. "And it is, I just know it is."

"I think we're all in agreement there," Carole said, and then Burt had proposed a toast to 'the lovebirds' as Kurt and Blaine stared at each other in abject wonderment. They had gone right to sleep as early as was socially acceptable that night, leaving Mike and Sara to play poker with Burt and Carole until the small hours. And now they found themselves heading back to Lima after a long but sucessful day in Chicago.

"Did you say something?" Kurt asks as he becomes conscious of Blaine waiting expectantly.

"Yes," he laughs, "but don't worry about it. I asked if your professors seem nice."

"Yeah," he smiles. "They do. My dance teacher seems a bit fierce, but most dance teachers are. My singing teacher is amazing though. He graduated from the conservatory and sings in the Chicago opera company. He's young too, well...compared to you, anyway," he teases.

"He gay?"

"Blaine Anderson!" Kurt scoffs. "You're not getting jealous there, are you?"

"No..."

"You are too! Cute!...but silly and needless. Firstly, I'm living with you, you fool. We are officially live in lovers. And secondly, he's married with two small children and a third on the way."

"Oh. Oh. Well, good. He seems like a nice guy. Yes."

Kurt laughs loudly at Blaine's pink cheeks then reaches over and takes his hand. "You're my one and only," he placates. "And no man- gay, straight or otherwise- is gonna make me change my mind."

"I know," Blaine tells him, kissing his fingertips. "But you're sitting with me tonight at dinner, okay? Nowhere near Sebastian."

"He's harmless."

"Ha! He's a good guy, but harmless he is not. Make no mistake, he'd have you if he could. He salivates whenever you walk into a room."

"There's a difference between admiring classic beauty and doing the dirty on one of your best friends," Kurt says as Blaine laughs.

"So modest."

Their farewell dinner is loud and raucous. Finn and Puck join them, looking slightly worse for wear after a week of dorm living, and Carole fusses over both of them, joined by Sara who needs no excuse to be motherly. Nick and Jeff spend the entire evening convincing Burt to attend a classic car rally with them in Indianapolis the following weekend, and he eventually agrees much to their delight.

"So," Blaine says across the table to Sebastian. "Will you miss me?"

"I will, actually," he says as he drops his napkin on the table. "A lot. But you're doing the right thing. God knows, I wish I was lucky enough to find someone as hot, young and nubile as him."

"Stop," Blaine says as a smile plays at the corner of his mouth.

"You know what I mean. A love like yours- that's what I really wish I could find."

"You need to be faithful for that to happen," he teases.

"Exactly," Sebastian smiles. "But as much as I'm going to miss you, there's someone else who is going to be utterly bereft," he says with a nod in Wes' direction.

"Go to him," Kurt urges in Blaine's ear. "Go for a walk or something."

"But you..."

"Will be fine," Kurt smiles sweetly. "Seb is right. He looks a little lost. Go be with your friend, I'll see you at home later."

"And this is why I love you," Blaine says with a soft kiss to his lips.

"Y'know, I was moving away anyways," Blaine says with a nudge to Wes' shoulder. They haven't walked far, just across the parking lot where they stand in relative peace and quiet to talk. "Chicago is closer than New York."

"I know," Wes says heavily. "It's not that."

"What, then?"

"It's just...I don't know. I'm happy for you, I really am. It's just...everything is falling into place for you. You're moving on and I'm...I'm losing you."

"Wes listen to me," Blaine says as he hugs him close. "You will never, ever lose me. I know I've been kinda preoccupied recently but yet again it's another chapter of my life that I simply wouldn't have gotten through if it wasn't for you. I owe you everything. My whole life. I will never walk away from you. There will always be a place for you in my home and more importantly, my life. You're my very best friend. Besides, who will I have to laugh at if you're not around?"

"Thanks," he sniffs with a smile. "I'm gonna miss you so much. I didn't get to say it before, you were so busy getting ready to leave for New York. How do you feel, by the way?"

"About the change of plans?"

"Yeah."

"Awesome," Blaine grins at him. "I would have done New York, you know. My mind was made up. Nothing was going to keep me from him anymore but to hear Kurt say that to me...it was like all the pieces fit together."

"You know... Going back a year, Kurt could have applied to Chicago in the first place, asked you to go with him, you could have said yes and bam! A year of heartache and 'Wes, what am I going to do?' could have been saved," he teases.

"Yeah, but think how many extra cuddles you got this way," Blaine jokes back. "Promise me you'll come visit as soon as you can?"

"I promise," Wes says as he wipes at his eyes. "I need my Blaine hugs."

"Are you free tomorrow after school?" Blaine asks suddenly.

"Yes, why?"

"There's one more thing I want you to do with me before I leave."

"So he was okay?" Kurt asks, pulling back the cover for Blaine to slide in next to him.

"Yeah, he'll be alright. He's stronger than I am, that's for sure," Blaine says as he pulls Kurt close. "We haven't been apart in so long now, it will be weird not seeing him so often."

"I know," Kurt says sympathetically as he drops a kiss to his lips. "I feel the same about Rachel and Santana. But...on the plus side...we get to see each other everyday," he beams, "we can snuggle together every night and wake up together every morning."

"I know." Blaine's smile is bright as he rolls his weight on top of Kurt. "And we can make out for as long as we choose."

"Just make out?"

"Well..." Blaine laughs. "I'm pretty sure we will get further than that. But right now I'd rather wait."

"What?" a stony faced Kurt asks him.

"I kinda thought we could... I don't know. Hold off until our first night in our own place," Blaine says, suddenly shy. "We were nearly over a week ago. I think we should spend a little time just being absorbed in each other again before we rush the physical side, that's all."

"Ugh. I hate it when you're right," Kurt huffs. "But..."

"I'm right."

"Yes. And that was incredibly painful for me to admit," he rushes on. "So assuming my tongue isn't barred from entering your mouth, I'd like to put it in there please, so I don't have to admit to anything else."

Blaine roars with laughter before kissing him hard. "Go for it babe."

"Did you just call me babe, Blaine Anderson? Did you? Babe? Really?"

"I didn't mean..." he laughs uncontrollably. "Oh shit. I just know you're never gonna let me live this down."

"Never," Kurt grins, enjoying this far too much. "Next you'll be riding a skateboard and wearing baseball caps."

"No way!" Blaine cries, "Do you even know me at all?"

"I know you like to think of yourself as dapper, with your neat bowties and your gelled down hair."

"I am dapper! And a gentleman too, thank you very much."

"Okay babe," Kurt teases, "Whatever you say, babe. Kiss me now, babe."

"I will if it will shut you up," Blaine grins as he rolls on top of him once more.