A/N: Here it is, a fanfic after a prolonged absence. Recently, I've been preparing for high school and going through extensive studying for finals, etc. Things are picking up, so I won't be as productive as in months past. Summer is approaching, so I'll definitely have some new ones for you guys then.

This is a fic I wrote after watching the 'Glee' season finale. I was outraged at how little Blaine and Kurt's relationship was utilized within that last episode, so I decided to write, in my mind, what the two would do afterwards. THIS IS NOT A ONE-SHOT. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A ONE-SHOT. I'm hoping to make this one of my longer works. It will follow the couple throughout the summer and (hopefully) into the next school year when Blaine is still at McKinley and Kurt is... elsewhere. So, without further ado, here is 'Candles'. Yes, I have been listening to the 'Glee' cover of it, which is why I saw the title fitting. As always, I urge you to please comment. Unlike other fics, I will be taking requests for possible 'adventures', or prompts, if you will. So, if you'd really like to see something in this, don't hesitate to leave it in the comments or PM me! Thank you! I hope you enjoy!

~ RandomKiwi

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN 'GLEE' OR ANY NAMES, PLOTS, OR CHARACTERS PERTAINING TO THE SHOW.

The senior opened the envelope, unfolding the paper creased into thirds neatly inside.

Kurt Hummel:

We at NYADA regret to inform you-"

He didn't bother to read any further. Who was he kidding? He couldn't read any further. Kurt felt as though he'd been smacked in the face. Hot tears stung his eyes, threatening to fall to the ground in large, watery drips. He folded the paper up and slowly placed it back in the envelope before walking out of the room. His eyes, not visible by the two others watching him leave, were leaky faucets from which all hopes and dreams slipped away, sliding down his face until smacking against the floor.

As soon as he made it out of the school and into his car, he collapsed into tears. His shoulders shook as his sobs swallowed him whole.

He hadn't gotten in to NYADA... He wouldn't be going to New York.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand for what seemed like the twentieth time that night. Their unofficial graduation party was currently underway, and of course he wanted to go and wish Rachel good luck and goodbye… But he just didn't have the strength to do it. His heart had been shattered into tiny, jagged bits earlier and it showed no signs of mending soon. The distraught boy reached over and took his phone into his hands.

15 missed calls. They were all from Blaine.

Kurt leaned back into his pillows, squeezing his red, puffy eyes shut. He couldn't tell him; he couldn't tell Blaine. It had been hard enough to convey the news to his father. Kurt knew it would break Blaine's heart to see him like this, which is precisely why when his phone buzzed with a new text message, he refrained from replying.

Kurtie? Are you alright? Where are you? The party isn't any fun without you here. Text me when you get this, okay? I love you.

"I love you, too," Kurt whispered, running the pad of his thumb over his boyfriend's words. His voice was raspy and considerably lower than usual due to his prolonged time of sobbing. He shut his eyes once more, feeling the stinging sensation of coming tears start up again. One escaped and rolled down his face, dripping off of the tip of his nose. It fell onto the white sheet, creating a dark spot against the light fabric. Drowning in his sorrows, Kurt soon succumbed to the pull of sleep. Tonight, unlike others, it was dreamless; for all his dreams had been crushed by a tri-fold letter that denied him access to what he'd tried to do ever since he could speak. His hopes and dreams were candles, and that letter had snuffed them out with just one breath.