Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters, Ryan Murphy and Fox do.

Warnings: In this chapter there is some language and slight sexual content (also I'm sorry if they get a tad out of character, I am trying to correct this nasty habit of mine)

Summary: Even the strongest people reach their breaking point, but once they do can they ever get back what they've lost?

Named after the Queen and David Bowie song "Under Pressure" (I've changed the name like a million times, but I think that this one really captures what the story is trying to get at, I think this is the last change. Hopefully...)

The summer was over. The happy times that came with it were nothing but distant memories. School was starting back up. It was another year at William McKinley High School. Yet this year was different than the last one, it was senior year. This was the last chapter in the McKinley saga for many of the students. It was the last year before the rest of their lives.

Although he knew he should be excited for the return of school, all Kurt Hummel wanted to do was lay in bed. The summer had gone by far too fast. It seemed like only yesterday he was at the Lima Bean declaring his love for his boyfriend, and now he was back to seeing each other only a few hours a day or on weekends. He wasn't looking forward to the distance.

He looked at the clock on his wall. It was eleven in the morning, way too late to still be in bed. Usually he would be concerned for himself. He never overslept. However, he knew today was different. This was depression. The last time he had seen Blaine was three days ago before he and his father had gone to New York to visit colleges. It was all starting to go into motion. When he heard that Blaine was going to New York, it was all real. This was the end of their carefree youth.

Kurt was broken out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. "Who is it?"

"It's me," Finn answered through the door. "Are you up?"

"I am now," Kurt answered as he rolled over in his bed.

"Good, because there's someone here to see you," Finn started to walk away. "They're downstairs."

Kurt took a deep breath as he rolled out of bed. It was Mercedes. Knowing that it was just her, he didn't even need to get changed. For the past couple of weeks she had been ranting to Kurt about Sam and how their short lived secret romance was just another factor to her "I don't need a man" mentality. Out of all of the men who he expected to skip town over the summer, Sam Evans was last on his list. Hell, he was surprised that Sam left Mercedes and Blaine was still with him. Sam was a sweet, romantic boy. Blaine was an imbecile when it came to love. Who else would spend all summer visiting colleges, working, and going on family vacations to help "reconnect" instead of spending time with his boyfriend?

He moved toward the stairs starting to make his way down, bracing himself for another onslaught of Mercedes ranting about Sam and how much of a douche he was and how he should brace himself for when Blaine disappeared. According to her, Blaine and Sam had a lot in common. They were people pleasers. They were both attractive. They were concerned about how people perceived them and would do anything to keep the air of perfection. The only difference was Sam disappeared early while Blaine was waiting for a much more inappropriate time.

As Kurt looked down the stairs, he was shocked to see who was at the bottom.

"Blaine?" Kurt smiled. It was his douche.

"Miss me?" Blaine looked up the stairs at his boyfriend, smiling nervously as he noticed that Kurt was still in pajamas. "Looks like you just got out of bed. You haven't been there since I left, have you?"

Kurt ran down the stairs to wrap his arms around Blaine in a tight embrace, resting his chin on his boyfriend's broad shoulders. "I missed you!"

"I was only gone for three days, Kurt," Blaine smiled as he returned the hug. "What are you going to do when the school year starts and you only see me two days a week?"

"You have to tell me everything!" Kurt didn't let go of Blaine, his arms still around him almost squeezing him to death. "I need details. How was your trip?"

Blaine pried Kurt's arms off of him to grab his hands, moving to plant a light kiss on each of them. "Other than the fact that I was stuck with my dad for three straight days it was awesome. Who doesn't love my daddy?"

"Daddy drama," Kurt hummed as he looked into Blaine's eyes. "What is the asshole up to these days?"

Blaine started to make his way toward the couch, practically skipping as Kurt knew he had something that he was just dying to say. "Same old crap. He's getting down on me for not having a girlfriend, not taking the college application process seriously, slacking before school, stuff like that." he sat down as he looked up at Kurt. "And then I did something that would make you so proud of me.

Kurt gave an a thousand watt smile. "What?"

Blaine swallowed hard, a nervous smile on his face as hazel eyes closed. Out of all of the stupid things that Blaine had ever done, what he said next had to be on the top of the very long list "I told him about you… about us. I told him we're dating."

Kurt froze in place, his smile fading instantly. All of a sudden he wished Blaine had skipped town. "You did what?"

"I told him that I was seeing someone," Blaine shook his head as his voice increased in pitch and speed. "I know that I should have asked you first, but it got to the point where I would say anything to shut him up. It was exhausting hearing him ramble about how to live my life. I told him I was seeing a guy, and guess what he said."

Kurt moved to sit next to his boyfriend. "What the hell has gotten into you? Let's see if you still like boys after I beat your ass?"

Blaine shook his head, biting at his lip until he ended the guessing game, his voice low as if he was ashamed of what he was about to say. "He wants to meet you…"

Kurt's jaw dropped wondering if he had misheard him. "What?"

Blaine moved to grasp Kurt's hands in his, his eyes not looking into Kurt's. "I know that you said you didn't want to meet him. I have really demonized this man to you, and I don't blame you for hating him, but never in a million years did I think he would ever want to meet a guy I was dating."

"I don't know how you did that?" Kurt shook his head, still trying to make sense of what was going on, waiting for Blaine to tell him this was all a joke. "Doesn't Daddy Dearest hate your sexuality? Doesn't he think it's a sickness or something stupid like that?"

Mr. Anderson. Every time that Kurt heard about that man, he liked him less and less. He was controlling, overprotective, and closed minded. When he told Blaine to do something, he expected it to be done or there would be consequences. Blaine told him about the horror stories of the pre-Dalton Blaine. His father and mother did nothing to try to help him when he was getting tortured every day he went to school. It wasn't until a boiling point where Blaine almost died that they decided to take him out of there. The stories made Kurt's stomach churn: any man who would let his son suffer that much, who let his son almost die, wasn't held in high regard in his mind.

"Well? Will you go?" Blaine's eyes sparkled as he kissed at Kurt's hands. He was begging his boyfriend not to let him look like an idiot in front of his father. "It's a once in a lifetime opportunity. Once you meet him you will never have to speak to him again."

Kurt cleared his throat as he closed his eyes. "Fine… but I won't have any fun… and you'll have to help me pick my outfit… and you'll be paying for anything new I have to buy for this inevitably horribly, awkward dinner."

Blaine smiled as he wrapped his arms around Kurt in a deep hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Kurt's hand moved to the stroke at Blaine's back, his fingers tingling as he moved up against the course cotton of Blaine's sweater. "I'm shocked that you stood up to him. I thought that you were scared of him."

Blaine inhaled as he ran his nose along Kurt's shoulder. "I want him to meet my potential future husband…"

"Now, now, Blaine— let's not get ahead of ourselves," Kurt moved to kiss at Blaine's temple. "We've only been together five months."

"Five long, beautiful months," Blaine backed away, untangling himself from Kurt to look him in the eye. "And here's to five more beautiful months…"

Kurt smiled as Blaine pressed his lips up against his in an innocent kiss. It was then followed by another. A series of innocent kisses were planted on each other's mouths as they increased in passion. Kurt fell up against the couch as Blaine's tongue moved past his lips, the wet sounds of their mouths colliding filling the room.

"Get dressed," Blaine whispered on Kurt's lips. "We need to get out of here. Catch up in a not so intimate way."

Kurt kissed at Blaine's cheek. "I like bonding this way."

"I know you do," Blaine's nose rubbed up against Kurt's as his voice was a hushed whisper. "But you see, Kurt. If we stay here on the couch, we're not going to talk… we're going to make out."

"What's wrong with that?" Kurt giggled as he kissed gently at Blaine's neck.

"Because then you're not going to pay attention to me," Blaine let out a quiet moan as Kurt kissed deeper at his neck. "And I have needs, non-physical needs."

Kurt sighed as he looked into Blaine's eyes. Contrary to what many would believe, the tables had turned. Blaine, who once wanted the physical aspects to dominate the relationship, had suddenly wanted to talk more. Kurt however had just gotten used to the physicality of an intimate relationship. He enjoyed the make out sessions that they had, he loved how close Blaine was to him and how romantic it could be to just lay in bed and kiss the man he loved passionately.

He ran his hand along Blaine's face as he took another deep breath. He wanted to lay on the couch until school started and make out with his boyfriend; something that he knew wouldn't be able to happen when Blaine returned to Dalton. Blaine was either too busy or too tired to drive the two hours that were between them. When he did, all he wanted to do was sleep. Now, on one of their last days of freedom, Blaine wanted to talk even more. Once again, Blaine had won.

"Fine," Kurt rolled his eyes. "But you owe me a make out session."

"Deal," Blaine breathed as he kissed at Kurt's forehead.

OOOOO

After five outfits and Blaine practically dragging Kurt out of the house, they had finally made it to the coffee shop. As they sat there drinking their coffee, it was dead silent. Every time Blaine said something, Kurt would just doze off. Most of their conversations these days started with Blaine talking about himself, a subject Kurt was getting a little tired of. He just wanted to sit and silently drink his coffee. That was until Blaine broke the silence.

"So I'm applying to ten colleges…"

Kurt looked down at his coffee cup. It was starting again. Blaine was talking about himself in the worst way possible. Oh how he loved it when Blaine talked about college. College talks were definitely his favorite. Blaine was so smart, and Blaine was so talented, and Blaine was so rich. He loved Blaine to death, but he didn't know how much longer he could talk about all of the schools that he was applying to.

"How many are you applying to?" Blaine broke Kurt out of his haze. Were they talking about someone other than the fabulous Mr. Blaine Anderson and his glorious future? "You have considered applying to colleges, right Kurt? If you don't apply early, your chances decrease and you'll be stuck in Ohio forever."

"Of course I have. I'm looking into several," Kurt answered, taking a quick sip of his coffee. "But Blaine, don't you think this conversation is a little… morose?"

Blaine swallowed a mouthful of coffee. "Morose?"

"Morose," Kurt could see the confused look on Blaine's face. "Like depressing…"

"I know what morose means, Kurt," Blaine put the coffee back on the table. "I don't think this is morose. I think this is important to talk about. After all, this is our future we're talking about."

"We still have senior year," Kurt took a deep breath as Blaine took another sip of coffee (whenever they had little spats like this, Blaine's nervous tick was to compulsively drink coffee). "I still feel like there's more that has to be done. This is the last year I'm going to be in Ohio. I want my senior year to be magic."

Blaine sighed dramatically. He clearly didn't understand what Kurt was trying to say. For a guy with over a 4.0 GPA he wasn't very smart. "Magic? How so?"

"I don't know, I guess I want it to mean something. Don't you want this year to be magic? Don't you want it to mean something?" Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes seeing uneasiness starting to form.

"I just want to get through it," Blaine looked down at his coffee (whenever Blaine was ashamed of what he was talking about, he never made eye contact). "Sometimes I look forward to life out of high school. I yearn for the day when I get out of Ohio. I really hate this place."

"You make it sound like Hell," Kurt laughed as he didn't see the same emotion on Blaine's face. "What is it? You don't seem like your chipper self today. You're usually all smiles and giggles."

"I've been to two different high schools, Kurt," Blaine took a deep breath that sounded almost painful. "I guess as high school comes to a close, all of my regrets are coming back to torment me."

"I've been to two different high schools too," Kurt smiled as he reached to grab Blaine's hand. "That's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like you chose to leave for no reason. You were beaten, Blaine. Those bullies, they hit you. They probably wanted to kill you. I don't want you to think that it's your fault that you left your old school. I especially don't want you blaming your sexuality for any of this. You're an inspiration. You survived and you're not ashamed of who you are," Kurt tightened his grip on his boyfriend's hand, moving to kiss at it earning a small smile from Blaine as a reward. "And now look at you; you're having so much fun at Dalton."

Blaine snickered. "Fun? I sleep four hours a night. When I'm not sleeping, it's all academics. People don't bully me because they're too busy trying not to crumble under the workload or they're scared of getting expelled. It would probably be better if I didn't have my father breathing down my neck all day. The only light at the end of the tunnel is that the Warbler's treat me like I'm Jesus Christ. If that's fun, I would hate to see what Hell is like."

Somehow Kurt had changed the conversation to something even more disheartening. "Well you could always come to McKinley."

"That's even more depressing. Starting new all over again," Blaine's hand tightened on Kurt's. "There's one year left, Kurt. In June this is all going to be over and I'll have my independence. And I'll have you… all day."

Kurt nervously ran his hand along Blaine's. "Let's talk about something happier. I need to get you out of your post Poppa Anderson funk."

"Better men than you have tried," Blaine sighed as he stared blankly into the distance. "But in the end that man just sucks all of the life out of me."

"I know what will make you feel better," Kurt smiled a wicked smile. "Something that always seems to do the trick whenever you get down on yourself."

"I'm flattered, Kurt. However, I'm not really in the mood right now…" Blaine nervously took another sip of coffee, swallowing it quickly almost choking on it. "I guess I'm depressing you. I'm sorry for talking about this with you. You don't want to hear me talk like this."

"It's alright. I'm your boyfriend. You can tell me anything. I will never judge you for anything you say. I want to know everything about you," he tightened his grip on his boyfriend's hand. "I love you, Blaine."

Blaine smiled as he ran his thumb along the back of Kurt's hand. "I'm sure there's something I could come up with to make you judge me."

Those words sent a chill throughout Kurt's body. Although they had been together for five months and friends for even longer than that, there was a lot that Kurt still didn't know about Blaine. He had never met his parents, he had never been to his house, and he never really talked about his past in full detail. There was a large grey area when it came to Blaine where Kurt just had to assume that everything was fine and dandy. He held onto Blaine's hand longer as he looked into his boyfriend's eyes. He vowed that from this moment on he wanted to learn as much as he could about Blaine Anderson.

I'm so sorry for any errors that may still be in here, I read it over a million times but I have the worst spelling and grammar in the world! But other than any potential grammar or spelling issues, I think that I'm pleased enough with this to post it. This is my first Glee story ever, but I have been throwing around a few ideas so you may see more (but now I am rambling.)

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