Authors note:
Hey guys! So this is a PROLOUGE! Just making sure you see this. Also this is my first real sort of story and I'm still working out how to use . enjoy:
You could hardly hear the pouring rain over Kurt and Blaine's screeching voices. They didn't even know what they were arguing about anymore, like were best friends supposed to argue like this? They both had tears streaming down there faces and were both so stressed about graduation in two days.
Tonight was supposed to be a fun Disney filled movie night, but that idea dived out the window. Blaine's parents were away so they had the house to themselves which Kurt appreciated as no one could hear them fighting, since Blaine's house is a mansion in the middle of no where. Well in between lima and Westerville.
"WHAT DOES IT MATTER TO YOU ANYWAY KURT?" Blaine yelled. "IT MATTER BLAINE, BECAUSE WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE BEST FRIENDS AND NOT KEEP SECRETS! Come on Blaine, why cant you just tell me?" Blaine turned biting hs lip, and crossing his arms tears streaming down is face. "Oh wow, SUPPOSED to be FRIENDS? WAIT SO WHAT ARE WE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE, 8 YEARS OF NOTHING, WORTHLESS NOTHING?" "worthless?" Kurt said softly. "Hey Blaine you know what? You know it might have as well been worthless! Beacause I am leaving right now," Kurt picked up his coat. "And I am never coming back!" Kurt stormed out of Blaines house slamming the door.
Blaine slid down his closed bedroom door slowly crying his little heart out. Did I just ruin the best thing that ever happened to me? Will he ever talk to me again? Why do I miss him already? Should I run after him? Blaines mind was whirring with questions and as soon he heard that car engine start he knew, he knew it was over for now and not forever.
Next day at school:
Kurt walked into that school in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, tear stained face and hugemoungous bags under his eyes. As soon as he saw Blaine (in the same state) come through the door he turned and ran the other way. He couldn't talk to him right now without bursting into tears and making a bigger fool out of himself.
Kurt ate his lunch in the girls bathroom today for the first time in 8 years, because no one came to the cafeteria to protect him. He knew after driving home last night that he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.
Kurt was nervous about graduation tomorrow, so, so very sad he'd just lost his bestfriend and couldn't wait to get to broad way. He only knew there was one person he could turn to. Ms Rachel Berry.
"Hey, um, Rachel have you gotten your NYADA letter back?" kurt asked drowsly. "OH MY GOD! Kurt you look horrible?! What happened?!" Rachel screeched. "Oh really I thought I looked great today." Racchel rolled her eyes. "Well last night Blaine and I had a fight, I stormed out we were both crying and do you kow what the worst things were?" Rachel shook her head. "right when I got home I noticed two things, !. I knew I had just lost my bestfriend. 2. I realised i was in love with him this whole time and that we are meant to be together forever."
"Ohh, Kurt I'm so sorry hunny. Why don't you go talk to him?" Rachel said as she hugged Kurt. "I cant, I just cant, but ive got an idea that will probably cheer me up. Have you got your NYADA letter yet?" "Um, Yeah but I haven't opened it yet." Rachel said as she got it out of locker nervously.
"Come with me!"
Kurt grabbed rachels hand and dragged them towards an empty classroom. " Rach, we are gonna open these on three together and if we both get in, we are heading all the way to New York together baby, never looking back." Kurt said with probably too much excitement.
"3. 2. 1. Open!" Rachel yelped. They both ripped open their letter, big smiles crossing both faces. "I got in" they said simutaineoulsly. They both giggled and skipped out of the classroom together. Kurt really wanted to tell Blaine, but he just, just couldn't.
Day of gradutation:
Blaine was sitting in the locker room by himself bouncing a football. Uddenly the door opened revealing Sam in his graduation gowns. "how do I look?" sam said with a chuckle. Blaine looked up and smiled but didn't answer, he had told sam what happened but didn't tell him the main bit. "oi, dude why haven't you put yours on yet? Graduation is in like 10 minutes."
"Yep. You know sam I just want to do it all over again." Blaine stood up and pulled his graduation gowns on. "Haha. Don't we all?" sam chuckled again. "Look blaine. I know your upset about kurt but now your going NYU, your going to become a star and probably never see him again. "But sam I want to see him again. I, um, I think I love him sam. i want to spend the rest of my life wth him." Blaine sad with tears in his eyes.
"come here" Sam hugged blaine. "Now we are going to New York together. Im going too be a model your oing to become a broadway star and we will be running that city. NOW LETS GO GRADUATE! WOO!." Blaine giggled at sam and they headed to the auditorium.
"Kurt Hummel." Blaine couldn't help but smile at the sound of kurts name. Blaine was already on stage clapping along, but the way Kurt strutted onto the stage blaine couldn't help but giggle and just be happy. Although they didn't make eye contact and were still mad with eachother, this could be the last time blaine see's him. Besides photos. So he was just going to do it.
Blaine wrote a note to kurt the night before graduation. It was in an envelope that said don't read until you get to New York. When the curtain closed and everyone was hugging blaine walked up behind kurt who was talking to Rachel.
Blaine tapped hi on the shoulder. "oh hi blaine, I am gonna leave now see you later Kurt." Rachel then just walked off but they knew she was watching.
They hadn't made eye contact yet until blaine said "Kurt". Kurt looked deeply into Blaines eyes. Blaine handed him the note with tears in his eyes. Kurt also handed Blaine one offering a watery smile. Blaine was just going to do it. He dived in and gave Kurt the sweetest kiss on the cheek. "Bye kurt" blaine whispered starting to break down into tears as he walked off. "Bye blaine" Kurt hardly breated as he ran to the bathroom crying, daring not to let go of the note.