Hi! This is an AU story that's been in my head forever and I decided to write it. It's a Klaine story but Santana will be sprinkled around inside of it. The summary is that Kurt and Blaine broke up three years ago but what happens when Blaine applies to work at Kurt's magazine.
I hope you enjoy it! Please review with thoughts and feedback.
Disclamer: I don't own Glee
It had been three years since the day. The day he left him behind. When it all became too much, the rare phone calls, the irritated tones, the mismatched schedules.
It became too much and they decided to take a break just until everything was sorted out. It ended up taking 3 years, 3 whole years without the person you love.
Blaine Anderson had regretted that day for 3 years now when he let the one he loved walk away. Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel had fallen in love in high school and when Kurt left to New York for college things got difficult. At first it was fine there were frequent Skype calls and text messages but still a longing for each other in person.
When vacations came around everything was amazing it was like they'd been together the entire time they were apart. Everything was looking up until the vacation ended.
There started to be less calls and messages because of various excuses on both parts. Soon they only contacted once or twice a week and could both see the relationship struggling.
Then came the second visit, where Kurt had come back to Lima for his dad's anniversary. The coffee shop was where it happened, the coffee shop that Blaine could never walk back into again.
They could feel that something had changed between them, that comfortable nature was gone and was replaced with angry tension. They both knew what they wanted to say but no one said it, instead mindlessly chatting about the weather and school. Blaine decided enough was enough and brought it up saying "I think we should take a break".
Kurt's eyes shot upwards as he gazed at the boy he fell in love with uttering those words. "D-Did I do something wrong is I-it because I", Kurt began to ramble with uncontrollable tears streaming down his face.
"No Kurt absolutely not!", Blaine assured rushing to his side, "I just feel like you should live your life in New York without me holding you back! Be free to enjoy yourself without having to worry about me".
"Blaine don't ever think you hold me back!", Kurt exclaimed covering his hand with his eyes to catch the falling tears.
"Kurt it would be best for the both of us", Blaine told Kurt his eyes glassy, "I love you but I think it would be best if just for a little while we take a break at least until I finish high school".
"Fine Blaine, we can take a break but remember that doesn't mean I won't stop loving you", Kurt said crying freely now.
"I know and I won't stop loving you either Kurt", Blaine answered kissing Kurt's tear stained cheek. Kurt got up and left to his car wiping his cheeks delicately as he drove off.
That was the day Blaine Anderson had regretted every day for three years. It had been three years since he'd last spoken to Kurt and it pained him to realize he didn't even know where Kurt was anymore. It pained him even more to know that he still loved Kurt Hummel.
Blaine Anderson was a struggling writer in Chicago who taught music classes as a job. He enjoyed spending time with kids even with his low salary. It paid the bills but Blaine's real passion was writing.
Writing was what got him through the days without Kurt. He would write everything songs, poems, stories and articles but no one wanted to buy anything. He was also told to go work at a magazine or something and "get some experience" if he wanted to join a major book publishing or editing company.
As the five year old walked out Blaine sighed, he loved the kids but teaching music wasn't what he wanted to do for all his life. He began strumming random chords on his guitar when Sam Evans walked in.
Sam was one of Blaine's closest friends who founded the shop with him. They met in high school and had a rocky friendship at the start but soon developed into a strong bond.
"Hey man what's with all the sighing?", Sam asked siting down in the chair next to Blaine.
"I'm tired of teaching music, my passion is writing!", Blaine exclaimed angrily strumming his guitar.
"Then your gonna love this dude!", Sam replied grabbing a piece of paper out of his pocket, "It's an application for a magazine! All those big shots say to get some experience writing and editing and now's your chance!".
"Sam! This is amaz-", Blaine trailed off looking down at the form, "Sam this job is for Runway".
"So?", Sam asked raising an eyebrow.
"Runway is a fashion magazine in Paris!", Blaine explained, "I can't move to Paris it's too far away and what would you do at the shop!".
"Don't worry Cedes said she's fine to take a break from her tour for the singing lessons and I'll do the other instruments!", Sam answered smiling.
Blaine placed the application back into Sam's hands "Thanks man but I don't know fashion and it's too far away".
"Don't give me that excuse Anderson! I know Kurt taught you about fashion when you were together and-", Sam stopped realizing what he said and stared at his lap uncomfortably. Blaine jaw tightened and his eyes grew intense at the mention of Kurt.
He knew Sam was right, the opportunity of working for a magazine like Runway could get him into any publishing company in the world. It was just that fashion reminded him of Kurt and that awful day.
"Look Blaine this is an amazing opportunity and I can't just let you pass it up because of-", Sam started when Blaine silenced him.
"I'll do it", Blaine interrupted a small smile on his face. Sam grinned and passed Blaine a pen to start filling out the application. The application was for a paid internship in Paris, France. The internship was for a year and if you were good you could possibly get a job out of the internship.
Blaine smiled thinking of Paris, he had saved money for a long time in case he got a job and had to move so housing wasn't an issue for him. As Blaine filled out every requirement he wondered who he'd be working for when he got there. "Hopefully someone sane", Blaine mumbled to himself chuckling.
"Santana! Did we finalize on that cover yet?", Kurt Hummel editor of Runway magazine asked his assistant Santana Lopez.
"Well we've got around 4 people lined up but we need to decided porcelain", Santana answered marching into the room "You also need to look over the internship applications, remember to chose wisely porcelain this person is gonna be around for an entire year".
Kurt smirked at the girl as she walked out of the door and sat at her desk. It had been 2 years since Kurt had started working Runway magazine. He'd started off as an intern and made it all the way up to editor. It took a lot of hard work and determination but Kurt made it. He decided to hire Santana as an assistant because of their growing bond since high school.
Kurt looked down at the applications on his desk, knowing he had to choose no more than three for the final interview. Kurt looked through the various application and had chosen two people that he knew weren't just pathetic, desperate fans who only wanted a job at Runway just to read and look around all day.
Kurt filed through a few more when he saw a name that sparked his interest "Blaine Anderson". Kurt gasped at the page in front of him wondering if it was Blaine, his Blaine.
The Blaine he'd fallen in love with years ago and never stopped loving, the Blaine whose words at the Lima Bean crushed Kurt's heart three years ago. Kurt shook his head to himself repeating in his head, "There can always be more than one Blaine Anderson". Kurt finalized his three people and sent them off to Santana who would send out the letters confirming the interview.
As Santana looked over the names she smirked as she saw "Blaine Anderson". "Porcelain can't believe that there's more than one Blaine Anderson in the world and if he does he's in denial", Santana thought to herself. Santana knew that Kurt had never gotten over Blaine, even with all the dates she'd set him up on over the years. "Runway's about to get really interesting", Santana thought smirking to herself as she began to type the letters.
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