So here we are.
Sorry this took so long to create - a lot of things got in the way. It's almost been a entire year since I first posted the chapter of You Do Or You Dalton. But this has been in planning for a very very long time. And here it is.
The sequel.
Liz xxx
P.S. If you are new to this story - hi! I suggest you read You Do Or You Dalton first otherwise you might be a little confused with characters :)
P.P.S Sorry if you got like a bazillion notifications for this yesterday. This stupid site fucked up is all I can say :)
Chapter 1 – Goodbye Summer
My body smacked up against the wall.
"Ouch!" The shout was short, cut off by lips against mine. This time the noise I made was more muffled, and filled with pleasure.
It had been a long summer.
Blaine and I had spent almost all of it with each other. Of course there were the trips out with families, and the father and son bonding between me and my Dad, as well as many shopping trips with Mercedes and even a Glee club party at one point. But every Wednesday evening without fail I was round the Anderson abode, having spent the majority of the day out on the tennis courts with my boyfriend. He was trying to teach me, and was actually doing a pretty good job. It was what happened after the lessons though that I enjoyed the most.
"Oh, Kurt." Blaine moaned into my mouth and I moaned back, pulling him closer towards me so our bodies pressed together and slid up and down erotically. Actually, we were pretty sweaty...
"Er, maybe we shouldn't be doing this." I suddenly said, pulling away. Blaine looked like I'd just shot a puppy.
"What?"
"I mean, we should shower first."
"You want to shower?" The look of excitement in his eyes made my heart lurch, but I slapped him on the shoulder briskly, giving him a scornful look.
"No, separately." My boyfriend's face fell and I laughed, before he smiled again.
"I don't want to shower. I want to carry on doing this." He leant in to begin kissing me again and I let our lips connect once before pulling away for the second time.
"But we're all sweaty!"
"I like it. It's not as if we're not going to get hot doing this anyway…" Blaine gazed at me seductively, running his finger slowly down my arm and I shivered, feeling myself beginning to relent.
"But I'm all smelly."
"Kurt, my darling, you smell-" pressing his nose into my hair my boyfriend took a deep breath before moving across to my neck, "-and taste-" his tongue ran across an expanse of my skin so I moaned softly again, "-absolutely divine." As the final words were whispered into my ear I completely lost it, dragging his head forward to crush out lips together and hearing him exhale in satisfaction.
"Boys!" Immediately both of us groaned. We broke away, leaning against the wall, bodies pressed together and breathing heavy. For a second I thought about ignoring the call but figured that could be treading on dangerous ground.
"Dinner's ready!" With that we had to straighten up, both of us gazing longingly at what we could currently be having and straightening ourselves out to go downstairs.
The table was laid when we reached the dining room. A strong aroma of chicken and pasta wafted through the air and I began to salivate.
"Boys!" Mrs Anderson exclaimed happily as we entered the room before her eyebrows furrowed, "Oh. Didn't you have time to shower?" I tried desperately not to snort. The Andersons were a very tolerant family - they knew Blaine and I were in love and also that we liked to express that love in...special ways. There were however things that even they still didn't know. Blaine took my hand and tried to look as innocent as possible.
"Er, no. We ran late practicing Kurt's serve."
"Ah. Well, time to eat!" Happy we had got over that hurdle unscathed all of us sat down at the table, Blaine's Dad joining us several seconds later, just finishing off a call. I had dinner with the Andersons so often it felt almost like normality - just as normal as it felt for Blaine to be sitting next to Finn discussing football with my Dad.
"Has Kurt beaten you yet?" Mr Anderson asked just as I'd finished chewing a delicious mouthful of pasta, a smile spreading across his face. Blaine grinned back, before glancing over in my direction.
"Not quite. He's improving though - the last game we played was very close." It was true. Blaine was a great teacher and I'd gone from being unable to hit the ball at all to making him run all the way across the court to return my shots. I loved our tennis lessons together - not just because it meant more time spent in each other's company - but because I felt our bond grow stronger every time I reached a new stage or executed a particularly brilliant ace.
"It was more than close. I would have beaten you if you hadn't cheated and called that shot out." I replied, a cheeky look on my face. Blaine threw his hands up in the air.
"Hey! It was out!"
"Of course it was." Mr Anderson laughed, a loud booming laugh that echoed around the room.
"That's great." He replied, giving me a beaming smile. After Blaine pretended to be offended for about three seconds he rested his hand on top of mine, his foot also twining around my leg under the table and I felt my happiness flourish inside of me.
"If you keep practicing at Dalton maybe you'll be able to beat him in New York."
And just like that the happiness was gone.
Blaine immediately sensed my stiffness - his grip on my hand tightened and he looked at me with worried eyes. I tried desperately to smile, to fight away the sickening feeling that had coursed through me in an instant. It wasn't Mr Anderson's fault. He hadn't meant to bring it up. And I should really be used to the subject by now.
"Oh. I'm sorry." Blaine's father looked apologetic, wiping down some imaginary crumbs on his shirt and immediately I felt guilt rush through me.
"No, no it's fine. I'm ok." My voice stammered as I tried to reply, a weak smile spreading across my face as I shakily spooned up another mouthful of pasta. Get a grip Kurt. Blaine's departure to college was something to be celebrated - not dreaded.
"Well, what do we think of the pasta?" Mrs Anderson asked, quickly trying to change the subject.
"It's lovely!" I exclaimed with my mouth full, desperate to make amends but instead causing Mr Anderson to laugh again and then the rest of us to join in.
I stood in the shower, annoyed at myself for having ruined dinner. Well - I hadn't ruined it for everyone else - the Andersons had an amazing knack for making something upbeat out of practically anything. But I'd ruined it for me.
I knew Blaine was leaving. I'd known it for a long time. So why did it still bother me? Sticking my head in the flow I groaned, fumbling around for the shower gel and squeezing some onto my hand.
When I emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, I realised I'd been in there longer than I should have. Blaine was laid out on his bed, his hair still wet from his shower and a magazine lying across his chest, although he wasn't reading it. As soon as out eyes met I knew he knew something was up.
"You were in there a while." He said plainly, no hint of accusation in his tone - just making an observation.
"Yeah." I sighed deeply, before walking slowly over to the bed. Blaine immediately pushed the magazine onto the floor, held out his arms and wrapped them around me when I snuggled up to him. The Andersons had the same shower gel in every bathroom so we smelt pretty similar, but there was still something very different about his scent.
"What's wrong?" Immediately I buried my head in my boyfriend's chest. "Is it about dinner?"
"Yes. I ruined it."
"No you didn't! My parents love you!"
"Not when they start talking about NYADA they don't." Suddenly there was silence. Blaine sighed, letting one of his hands run up and down my back.
"I don't want you to go." I said quietly, almost too quiet to hear. "I mean, I don't want you to leave...me."
"I don't want to leave you either." I looked up into Blaine's eyes, seeing them staring back at me with sadness. They were such beautiful eyes - deep pools of hazel that seeped into my soul and made me feel whole. He was the most beautiful person in the world.
"We've had an amazing summer." We had. This summer had been the best summer of my life – I never wanted it to end. But every day that passed had brought us closer to that little date circled with red three times.
"It's still not enough." Blaine sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head and running his fingers through my hair.
"You know I can still drop out – defer a year or get a job or something…"
Immediately my head flashed up.
"No! Certainly not!" My expression was shocked, almost outraged. "You got a place at NYADA – these opportunities only come around once in a lifetime. I don't want you giving that up for something as pathetic as me." Now it was Blaine's turn to look annoyed.
"Hey." He brought my chin up so he was staring into my eyes – his brow furrowed and his gaze intense. "Don't you DARE talk about yourself like that. I would give up a place in NYADA a thousand times over if it meant I got to be with you forever. You are the once in a lifetime thing." I smiled at his wordplay and immediately his gaze softened.
"Thanks." I was pretty sure Blaine was my once in a lifetime but wasn't going to argue.
For a couple of minutes we just lay together, gazing into each other's eyes and smiling. Then my boyfriend leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
"I love you." He murmured, his voice almost lackadaisical. "That's never going to change. No matter how far apart we are." I let out a long sigh.
"I love you too. Forever."
"Forever." Our lips met again and I let my fingers curl tightly into Blaine's sides, wanting to hold onto the moment until my heart stopped beating.
The day had arrived.
I felt sick – absolutely sick to my stomach. It had taken forever for me to get to sleep – even with Blaine right there beside me. Our parents had agreed that it was ok for us to spend out last night together (although I was pretty sure my Dad didn't know that there was only one bed in Blaine's room…) but it had actually been more like torture – our last evening, our last goodnight. It felt like Blaine was dying, not that he was just leaving. For college. I needed to get a grip.
As I stirred my boyfriend was already up, getting together the final things for his suitcase. I'd thought long and hard about hiding something – something really important that he'd spend ages searching for and then miss his flight, or something I could use as a bargaining tool for him to take me with him. That, of course, was stupid however, so I'd discarded the idea and scolded myself for even thinking of it. When he noticed my awakened state Blaine ran over and leant across the bed to give me a kiss, almost falling down on top of me.
"Morning." I didn't feel like smiling but did so anyway, hauling myself off to go have a shower.
Once I'd re-emerged washed and dressed Blaine was ready, sitting down on top of his suitcase to try and get it closed.
"Hey, could you help me with this?" He asked, beckoning me over. For someone normally so organized he'd packed way too much and the case was bursting at the seams.
"You're gonna have to take something out." I said, trying to look like I was telling him off but finding is actually rather amusing.
"No!" Blaine replied, looking shocked, "I can't take anything out!"
"What about these?" Reaching into the mass of clothes I pulled out three bow ties, all in various different lurid shades, "surely you don't need these."
"Everyone knows bow ties are an essential college garment!" Blaine replied, taking the pieces off me and throwing them back into the suitcase.
"Fine. What about…wait, is that your Dalton blazer?" Pulling out the jacket I looked at my boyfriend and he grinned sheepishly back.
"I want to show everyone what school I went to…" Shaking my head I gazed at the pristine blazer, still complete with Wordsworth and Head Boy badge pinned to the lapel. I was pretty sure he would wear this whenever he could.
"Ok, if you must, you can have that one." Smiling I went to put it back neatly in the case, however my eye suddenly caught something nestling between Blaine's Dalton trousers (seriously?) and a winter coat.
"Hey, is that mine?" Dropping the blazer I reached out to prise the piece of clothing out of its home and shook it once it was free to dispel the folds.
"This is mine!" As I stared in wonder at the striped sailor jumper I'd been looking for for weeks I suddenly glanced over at Blaine and saw him looking very nervous indeed.
"Did you…?" Suddenly it clicked. My boyfriend looked down at his feet and shuffled nervously.
"I'm sorry." He began, his voice rushed and mumbled. "I know I shouldn't have taken it. But you hadn't worn it in a while and I just wanted something to remind…" He trailed off, obviously embarrassed by his words. "You know, it…smells of you and stuff." As I watched my boyfriend scratch the back of his neck nervously I was suddenly filled with an immense feeling of love.
"Oh Blaine." Dropping my jumper I ran over and threw my arms around him, feeling him pick me up a few inches off the ground and squeeze me tight.
"You can have it back if you want." He said once we'd pulled away slightly, foreheads pressed together, but I shook my head.
"No. You keep it. The people of NYADA should be introduced to the sailor trend." As Blaine laughed he closed the remaining centimetres and pressed a long passionate kiss to my lips, making me slip my hands up to his neck and prolong it for as long as I possibly could. I didn't want to break away, but when I did I had to catch my breath,
"We should go." Blaine said, his voice equally as breathless. "My parents are probably wondering where we are." As if one cue we heard a shout from downstairs and I closed my eyes, almost grimacing in pain.
"Sssh." He whispered, kissing the creases on my forehead and then my lips once more, before he broke away to finish closing his suitcase.
"I can buy a coat when I'm there." He said, ceremoniously flinging the blue one he had now across the room and replacing my jumper carefully in the space. Once the case was closed and locked he sprung to his feet, holding out his hand.
"You ready to go?" I linked my fingers with his, gripping on tightly and nodding my head.
"Yes."
I didn't let go of Blaine's hand all the way to the airport. We'd had to temporarily part ways to get into the car, as Blaine's suitcase and other bags were thrown into the trunk by Simon the Anderson butler, but had connected again seconds later and had been firm since. As we pulled up to the terminal I could feel my palms beginning to sweat, but my boyfriend still kept a tight grip, squeezing it as we got out of the car.
The airport was huge and I felt rather like an ant in a very large ant farm – everyone around me moving hastily and doing various different things. Here my grip on Blaine's hand became useful as he pulled me through the crowds and to a clear space of floor. Mr and Mrs Anderson were discussing a flight board in depth and Simon was lugging the rest of the bags quite a distance behind. (I'd offered to help him but amazingly he'd declined. I was however holding Blaine's carry-on luggage like it was my last possession.)
"We need to get to area B." Mr Anderson said. I felt the sickening feeling in my gut grow stronger as we got closer to my target and began to feel dizzy.
"Hey, are you ok?" Blaine asked, obviously noticing my shaky state.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I mumbled in reply. Come on Kurt – this is Blaine's big day – don't ruin it for him.
Eventually we found the correct area and Blaine checked in. The airport assistant gave us a big smile when she saw the two of us, but seemed surprised when she found out I was flying. As Simon and Mr Anderson placed the bags onto the conveyor belt I couldn't even find it in my heart to laugh at Blaine's NYADA ID photo – something he's taken happily in his Dalton uniform. Everything was just reminding me he was leaving. I felt like a tiny little child, clinging to their parent and scared of the world. Everything was processed and Blaine was handed his boarding pass – the pass that would take him away for at least three months.
This was it. The moment I'd been dreading.
I'd prepared myself for this moment. Talked myself through it over and over again. Don't get upset Kurt, this is his moment. And don't, whatever you do, cry.
Blaine stood in front of me, both his hands now holding mine. He'd already said goodbye to his mum and dad so now if was just me left. He looked so grown up. How he had ever found it in his heart to love me I would never know.
"So…" He said, his own voice sounding a little shaky. I bit my lip, trying to hold in the cornucopia of emotions that were pulsating through me, threatening to burst out of me at any moment. "This is it." Just do it I wanted to say. Just leave me so I can go off and collapse in a corner where you won't see me. The fight going on in my brain between sending him away and keeping him here forever was exhausting.
"Before I say…" Blaine began again, faltering on a certain word. Oh God, he couldn't say it. "Before I…head off, I want to give you something." Suddenly one of the hands holding mine broke free. I almost went to snatch it back, but realised what was happening and watched him fumble around in his pocket, before bringing out a small box.
Holy moly. Was that…?
"Don't worry – I'm not proposing, yet," My boyfriend clarified with a nervous smile. For a second I was disappointed, but then intensely relieved. Glancing over and Mr and Mrs Anderson showed me they weren't at all surprised by what was happening, and had probably known about it beforehand.
"I want to make it clear, that despite me going away and us being apart, I'm, still going to love you just as much as I do now. Which is a lot." I felt a small laugh escape from my lips, almost breaking the semi-calm façade I'd managed to erect for most of this conversation. Blaine laughed too, before fiddling with the catch of the box.
"And I want you to remember me and the promise I'm making to you now so…" He flipped it open and there, nestled in a bed of blue velvet, were two rings.
I gasped.
"Oh my goodness Blaine." As my boyfriend took the rings out of the box I could see his hands shaking. Mine were shaking too and we could barely get the damn things on. When it was finally set on my finger I gazed down at it in wonder – the tiny engraving of K&B only just visible.
"You like them?" Blaine asked. I almost blurted out my reply in a rush to show my satisfaction.
"Yes! Yes, it's amazing. Thank you…"
"I love you so much." Suddenly as I looked back up at him I heard his voice crack. Oh no. No no no. A solitary tear ran down his face and that was it. Every barrier I'd set up, every promise I'd made to myself was well and truly broken and I broke down.
"Kurt!" Blaine grabbed hold of me but I could barely stand, tears streaming down my face like a waterfall and sobs echoing from my throat.
"I love you too." I managed to choke, trying desperately to reign in my emotions. My whole body was shaking but he held on tight, suddenly pulling me up and crushing his lips to mine. For a second my breath was cut off but then I kissed back – hard and deep and trying to savour every moment. When we broke away I was breathless for a different reason.
"I promised myself I wouldn't cry." I said, feeling another lonely tear roll down my face. Blaine pressed his forehead to mine and gripped hold of my shoulders.
"This isn't goodbye. I'll talk to you every day. We can Skype. And you're going to come and visit me."
"Oh God yes. I'll be on the first plane any time you ask."
"Can you come now?" I scrunched my eyes together, praying to every being that I would suddenly grow one year older and be able to join him. Blaine sighed and I kissed him again, this one less passionate but still long and deep.
"Come on. We've gotta get a move on now." Suddenly the voice of Mr Anderson broke into our bubble and I suddenly realised where we were again. They'd obviously been ok to indulge us a few lovey-dovey moments but now it was getting close to Blaine's flight. Blaine's flight that would take him away for a long time.
"Come with me to the gate." Not really giving me a choice Blaine began to tug me along – Mrs Anderson protested a little but Mr Anderson nodded, letting us go. I followed Blaine gripping on to his hand as tightly as it would go, then when we reached the final point he turned to look at me again.
"I love you." He said, drawing me in for yet another long and loving kiss. "I'll miss you."
"Call me as soon as you land."
"Before my feet even touch New York ground."
"I love you."
"I love you." I knew this was the time to let go. My body didn't want to but I forced my fingers to pries themselves away, already feeling the sobs building up in my chest. Blaine tried to hold on but I pushed him away, pointing to the gate as I took several deep breaths.
"Go. Have fun." He looked at me, trying to see my real emotions but I shook my head, waving him away. "Make New York proud." Finally he relented, hutching his bag onto his shoulder and turning round to walk through the gate, glancing back every few seconds until finally he passed through and was out of sight.
He was gone.
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks – a weight that suddenly slammed into my chest and almost made me fall over. Blaine's parents suddenly appeared from the place they'd been watching from and Mrs Anderson grabbed hold of my shoulders, keeping me upright.
"Kurt, are you ok? Oh Kurt." She said comfortingly as I began to cry, turning me around so I could sob into her shoulder. I held onto her as tightly as I could, the softness of her clothes and warmth of her presence a comfort but not quite the same as the one I had just left.
"He's gone. He's gone…"
