Hello everyone! I'm back! :) So, this story is going to be quite short. It's only seven chapters, but not to worry I'm also posting my current WIP as well. (Found on my profile as 'I Miss Us'). If you've read my writing before, welcome back! If you haven't read me before, welcome! Usually I give a big explanation of my formatting, but I'm pretty sure it's quite straight forward (it's the same as all my other stories), but if you have questions let me know in a review and I'll post the formatting in the A/N for Chapter 2. :) Though I will say that for first time readers the only confusing one might be that the 'grey line' is a perspective change between Blaine and Kurt and the four bolded 'x' is a time jump within a perspective. Okay? Awesome. As always, I look forward to any/all feedback and I'll be replying to every single review. I look forward to hearing from y'all! Enjoy!

Kurt sat facing Blaine from across Blaine's bed, short wise, their knees almost touching. Their eyes held each other's; Kurt could see the nerves behind Blaine's honey-hazel orbs as they stared deep into his own blue-green eyes. Kurt's heartbeat sped up in anticipation as Blaine's hand began to move. Kurt's gaze fell to Blaine's hands at the same time as Blaine's did. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and the quiet tearing of the packet in Blaine's hand.

'This is it. This will change us forever. Breathe.'

Kurt watched as Blaine took a steadying breath before sliding the contents of the packet into his hand. Blaine shifted on the bed and held out his unoccupied hand. Kurt met Blaine's gaze as he intertwined their fingers. He gave a reassuring squeeze to Blaine's hand, which was slightly sweaty in anticipation.

"No matter what, everything will be okay. Alright? You've got this." Kurt said quietly and watched the flicker of hope in Blaine's eyes.

"Okay. Here goes nothing." Blaine said as he slowly unfolded the letter in his hand.

The silent moment following that action was almost too much for Kurt to handle. He watched Blaine's face for any sign of reaction. Blaine stayed stoic in his spot, carefully reading over the entire letter, twice. Kurt felt Blaine's hand begin to shake in his own just as he saw the tears begin to form in Blaine's eyes. Blaine tore his eyes from the letter and met Kurt's gaze once again.

"I...I got in. Kurt. I got in! I GOT IN!" Blaine was flailing, crying and screaming in euphoria, getting louder as the shock began to wear off.

Kurt couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face as he hugged Blaine briefly. "CONGRATULATIONS BLAINE! OHMYGODTHAT'SAMAZING!"

Kurt's heart did a double skip. He was elated for Blaine, but was worried about his own letter, which laid unopened next to his knee. If he didn't get into NYADA, that was it. His New York dreams would have vanished before his eyes, along with his best friend.

Blaine wiped a tear from his cheek. "Thanks Kurt! Oh...wow." Blaine took a deep breath, "Okay. What about you? Let's open yours!"

'He's right. It's time. It's got to be done sooner or later. Just do it.'

Kurt nodded, his throat suddenly dry. He slowly reached for the letter. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as his fingers curled around the envelope. He picked it up and stared at it for several minutes. He felt Blaine's hand resting lightly on his knee in support.

He slowly began opening the envelope. Once it was fully open he slid out the letter, it was folded in on itself so Kurt didn't have easy access to the opening sentence. 'Of course.' He began to notice just how much his hands were trembling. He took a steadying breath as he began to unfold the letter.

Mr. Hummel,

We are pleased to inform you of your admission to New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. Your orientation

Kurt couldn't finish reading the letter. He reread the first sentence over and over again, making sure he hadn't read it wrong. He became aware of his sobbing when Blaine's hand moved from his knee to his shoulder. It was an awkward angle from across the bed, but the movement brought Kurt back to the world around him.

"Kurt?" Blaine said quietly, "What does it say?"

A loud sob erupted from Kurt's throat and his heart soared. 'I did it. Something in my life has finally gone right. I've done it. Oh my god. Holy shit. Oh fuck. YES!'

"Kurt?" Blaine said once again.

Kurt looked at him through his tears and grinned. "I did it, Blaine. I got in!"

Kurt nearly toppled backwards when Blaine latched onto him in a tight embrace.

"CONGRATULATIONS KURT! I KNEW YOU'D DO IT!" Blaine screamed right into Kurt's ear in midst of their hug.

"Thanks, Blaine." Kurt choked out, relishing the closeness with the other boy for the moment.

His heart fluttered as Blaine pulled away and his big, bright smile took over his face.

"We both did it, Blaine. Wow." Kurt said, half still in shock and half still feeling the warmth of Blaine's embrace.

"We did, Kurt. Oh! We should start looking for apartments soon! This is going to be so much fun!" Blaine said excitedly.

Kurt's heart fluttered again. 'Get a hold of yourself. It's not like you're moving in together. You're not even dating. You're going to be roommates because that's what friends do. But...he's gorgeous...no! He's your friend. Stop.'

Blaine watched as Kurt's expression turned into what appeared to be an intense internal debate. 'We did say we'd be roommates, right? Oh...maybe he doesn't want to room with me anymore? Well, shit.'

"Kurt? Are you okay?" At Kurt's cautious nod, Blaine felt even more confused. "Okay. Um...you still want to room with me right? It's fine if you don't...but..." Blaine drifted off, not really sure how he was actually going to end the sentence.

Kurt's expression turned to confusion, his debate seemingly on hold. "But...what?"

Blaine shrugged, "I guess I was looking forward to moving in with my best friend. It'll be nice knowing I'd be going home to someone I actually want to spend time with."

Kurt's eyes widened and he blushed deeply. Blaine chuckled to himself. He knew how easily embarrassed Kurt was, especially when compliments were thrown his way. Blaine made sure to compliment his friend as often as possible, if only to make the boy more used to them; along with the fun of watching Kurt's expression, of course.

"No, it's not that. I'd still like to room with you. I'm just thinking, that's all," Kurt said with a shrug.

"Care to share with the class?" Blaine chuckled.

Kurt shook his head, "It's nothing. I just can't believe this is happening, that's all."

Blaine smiled widely as Kurt reread his letter again. 'This is going to be amazing. New York. My best friend. Opportunities for guys like us. We're breaking free.'

The following month was spent with the boys looking for apartments online and beginning to plan their big move. They had narrowed their choices down to four different apartments, but their decision couldn't be made from staring at the screen of a computer. They talked their parents into letting them visit New York over spring break to try and pick out exactly which apartment they'd like to live in.

The trip went better than expected. They ended up choosing and placing a letter of intent with the complex of an apartment in Bushwick. It was a thirty to forty five minute commute to both of their schools, but it had the cheapest rent with the best living space within the apartment. It had two bedrooms and one bathroom along with a large living room and small kitchen. It was perfect to fit their needs.

When they got back to Lima after their trip, everything moved extremely fast. Graduation was quickly approaching and they only had a couple of months before they moved to New York.

Blaine sat down across from Kurt and handed him a fresh mocha. They were seated at their usual table in the Lima Bean working on a plan of attack for what they needed to accomplish before their big move.

"I just can't believe we graduate this weekend. It seems like yesterday we were starting high school. How is this even possible?" Blaine said before taking a sip of his medium drip.

"I don't know. Mr. Schue has already begun the waterworks though, I caught him before Glee yesterday dabbing his eyes with a tissue."

"Figures. Too bad we didn't work on getting new recruits every year. Seems like Mr. Schue is going to be stuck with all newbies next year. That'll be awkward." Blaine said while rolling his eyes.

"Tell me about it." Kurt shrugged. Blaine smiled as he watched Kurt concentrate on the notebook in front of him. 'Always so focused.' "I think we can get everything sent there for a relatively low cost, so long as we don't try and assemble everything before we move." Kurt said as he looked over the paper once more before handing it to Blaine.

Blaine took a moment to study the neatly lined up numbers. The paper was filled with the estimated cost of all of the furniture and household items they'd need to buy, as well as shipping costs from Lima to New York. 'Hmm...not bad. Kurt really did his research. I should get him something to thank him.'

"Wow, Kurt. This is awesome! With all this money you saved us I can buy a few extra sheet music books for us." Blaine said and reached across the table to squeeze Kurt's hand in thanks.

Just then, the barista, Jessica, brought over their sandwiches and smiled warmly at them. She was always there at the same time as them. She was a student at Lima Community College and always took time to talk with Blaine and Kurt.

"You boys look like you're working hard. What's going on? I thought your finals were over." Jessica said cheerily.

"Oh, yeah. Kurt and I are just looking at expenses for when we move to New York. We're moving in together so we're working on seeing just how far we can make our dollars stretch." Blaine said while looking to Kurt, who was desperately avoiding his gaze. 'Odd.' Blaine then looked to Jessica, who appeared to be having a minor heart attack with all of the flailing and heavy breathing she was doing. "What?"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I'm just so fucking excited for you guys! I always knew there was something going on! And now you're moving in together! Is it too much for me to say I've been hoping for this for, like, since I've known you boys? Ohmygod! Wait 'til I tell Aly-"

"Wait! No, no. Jessica. No. We, Kurt and I, we're just friends. Right Kurt?"

Blaine was shocked when he looked to Kurt and saw his cheeks painted bright red and was staring at the table. 'I know you embarrass easy, but you've never looked like this. What's going on?'

"Jessica. We're just friends. Thanks for your...support? But, seriously, Blaine's right. Friends only." Kurt said quietly before punching more numbers into the calculator sitting in front of him.

Blaine stared at Kurt a moment longer before turning back to Jessica. "Thanks. I'm excited to be moving in with my best friend. It'll be awesome!" He said enthusiastically.

Jessica's face was bright red and she looked like a deer in headlights, "Right...I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have ass-"

"It's okay, Jessica." Kurt cut her off in a clipped tone.

Blaine looked to him once again and was surprised because it appeared that Kurt was trying to hold back tears.

"Okay...I'm, uh, going to...go" Jessica said before turning and running back to the counter.

"Kurt? Are you okay? What's going on?" Blaine said as he reached for Kurt's hand once again.

Kurt shifted his hand back, out of Blaine's reach, "I'm fine. So, do you want to buy the couch or coffee table?"

Blaine studied Kurt for a moment, still unsure as to what had upset him, but decided not to push. "I'll get the couch."

Kurt nodded and made a note next to 'couch' in the notebook.

It was the end of the summer and Kurt was getting stressed. It was August 15th and he and Blaine were moving to New York on August 17th. Classes didn't start until the first week of September, but they had wanted to get settled and everything without the stress of school adding in. Kurt stood in his garage staring at the neat piles before him. He and Blaine had been allowed to store all of their purchases and any boxes in the Hudmel's garage for the summer. Blaine walked in and set another one of his boxes down on the 'Blaine Side' of the garage.

"Carole's bringing us out some lemonade, just to let you know. She's curious to see what's got you out here again with the notebook." Blaine chuckled.

Kurt rolled his eyes and put a check mark next to 'shelving unit-music needs'.

"I'm just making sure we're not forgetting anything. We're moving in two days, Blaine."

"Oh, believe me, I know." Blaine said through his laughter and Kurt shot him a look.

"Okay, boys! Here's some lemonade! What are we doing out here?" Carole said cheerily as she set down a tray of glasses of lemonade on the workbench that was housed in the garage. It was her day off from her job as a nurse and she had helped Kurt review his checklist already once that morning.

"Nothing. One final check since tomorrow I won't be able to because I've got to finish packing my clothes." Kurt said as he scanned the room for what the notebook deemed 'kitchen necessities box'.

"Alright, you boys have fun." She said with a light tap to Blaine's shoulder and a wink in Kurt's direction.

Kurt sighed and set the notebook down. He turned to face Blaine, who had taken a seat on their new deep brown leather couch. Kurt sat in the accompanying leather chair that Blaine had bought as part of a set.

"I think we're ready. Besides clothes and last minute stuff, of course." Kurt said.

Blaine hummed his confirmation and leaned his head back to rest on the back of the couch with his eyes closed. He ran a hand through the curls that hung loosely around his face. Blaine had taken to leaving his hair gel free and growing all summer and Kurt loved it. The curls had always felt so smooth and bouncy when he had ruffled Blaine's hair teasingly, almost as if they'd be easy to tangle- 'No. Stop. He's your friend! Get over it.'

Kurt shifted in his seat, "Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm excited. To move to New York with you, I mean." Kurt said and he cursed himself for sounding so shy about his confession.

Blaine opened his eyes and a lazy smile spread across his face, "Me too, Kurt. It's going to be amazing."

Blaine took one final look around the room and smiled. 'Finished. We worked our asses off for three days and we're finally finished.' Blaine rubbed his tired eyes and turned around to see Kurt putting the final cup into the kitchen cupboard.

Blaine smiled as he heard a quiet, "Finished," escape Kurt's mouth.

"Kurt?" Blaine said, his smile growing wider with every second. Kurt turned around quickly with wide eyes, "We're all moved in. Holy shit."

Kurt's smile was wider than it had been since the weeks leading up to the big move. "We did it! Shall we do a walk through just to see how our hard work paid off?"

Blaine nodded enthusiastically and held out his arm for Kurt to loop his own through.

They stared at the kitchen. Little touches of them had been put into place. Their orange toaster and little knick knacks had been placed around the counters. If they had opened the cupboards they would have seen their brightly colored dishes and neatly placed silverware, along with their other 'kitchen necessities'.

They smiled and turned to face the adjoining living room. In the corner was a table and chairs to serve as a dining space. The middle consisted of the couch and matching chair along with the coffee table that Kurt had bought because it matched the color and feel of the couches. Their television was placed on top of a shelving unit that held their movies and DVD player. In the other corner was their 'music station'. It had a shelving unit of sheet music and other small pieces for musical necessities, such as a music dock for Kurt's iPod and guitar picks for Blaine. The corner also housed Blaine's guitar and keyboard and many notebooks for his compositions. The window had deep brown curtains of which Kurt had insisted they owned because they matched the furniture. Two tall, wrought iron lamps were placed within the room; one in the corner near the dining station and one between the chair and couch. There was a smaller lamp in the music station to match as well. There were overhead lights throughout the apartment, but Kurt had insisted on getting lamps to complete the room.

They turned slightly to face the entryway. Next to the front door was a whiteboard for notes to each other and a key rack. There was a shelving unit for shoes and an old fashioned coat rack that Blaine had bought at an antique shop one afternoon.

They ventured down the small hallway, where pictures of their families and friends littered the walls.

They peeked into Kurt's room, which was decorated to match Kurt. He had brought his vanity from home and it was tucked in the corner. His dresser was a light wood to match his vanity and bedframe, as well as his nightstand. His large, open wall had wire words hanging on it: DREAM, LOVE, PEACE, COURAGE. They were custom made by a man at a flea market and Kurt adored them, partially because Blaine had bought them for him, as he had voiced on many occasions. His desk was neatly set up, waiting for him to work once his classes started. He had white curtains to match his bedspread that draped across his large window. A small, white lamp was placed on Kurt's nightstand next to the novel he was reading.

The continued down the hall to the room next to Kurt's. Blaine's room was set up similarly. Blaine's bed backed into the wall that had Kurt's on the other side. His bedframe, nightstand, desk and dresser were all of dark wood, conveniently matching that of the furniture in the living room. His desk was angled so he could easily look out the window while he worked. His drapes were a deep blue to match his bedspread, courtesy of Kurt. Kurt had also bought him a small lamp for his nightstand. He had a large cork board on his empty wall where he could keep notes for himself as well as papers and pictures that he wanted easy access to.

The end of the hall had the window out to their fire escape; it had red with orange striped drapes covering it. Blaine had picked those out in an attempt at humor for the fact that they had officially owned an apartment with a classic fire escape attached, just like in the movies. Kurt had complained that they didn't match anything, but Blaine bought them anyway.

They walked to the bathroom, which was on the opposite side of the hall as both of their rooms, conveniently placed equal distance between both of their doors. It was pretty plain aside from the blue shower curtain and the matching blue rug by the sink. They had their toothbrushes in a blue toothbrush cup and their toiletries hidden in the drawers under the sink; Blaine on the left, Kurt on the right. The large mirror hanging over the sink showed the reflection of the duo grinning widely as they finished the tour of their new home.

They walked back to the living room and plopped onto their couch.

"Welcome home, Kurt." Blaine said and smiled at his friend, who smiled back as a blush spread across his cheeks.