So this is a story that's been in my head for months and has finally found it's way out of my head, off paper, off word documents, and on to the internet. Coincidentally, the very beginning might sound vaguely familiar
Things that do not follow canon because this was written before it happened on the show: Quinn's accident, Chandler, Cooper, and Finchel engagement
Prologue
"Blaine. Blaine! Calm down!" Tina exclaimed from across the hallway. The curly haired boy was currently standing in front of his locker staring at his digital clock inside, bouncing on his toes.
"Seriously. What's wrong with him?" Artie joked, rolling up beside the two.
"Kurt's coming back tonight. For Christmas vacation. And he gets to stay for three whole weeks before he has to go back to New York. And I haven't seen him in almost four months now. I have a right to not be calm. I have a right to be so excited that I'm bouncing off the walls. Literally." Blaine glanced at the bare wall next to his locker, as if contemplating if he really could bounce off it.
"Don't even think about it, Blaine." Mr. Schue's voice joked as he walked past the group of teens. "Can you three come a few minutes early to Glee club? I have a few things I want to run by you."
"Sure, Mr. Schue." Tina said before the bell rang. "See you then." The halls cleared quickly as kids frantically tried to get to their classes on time.
The rest of the day passed far too slowly for Blaine's liking. It felt like every teacher had made it their day's ambition to make their classes feel as long as possible. In every single class, Blaine had to listen to the teacher lecture on and on about nothing interesting while he counted down the minutes until he would see Kurt.
'Meeting Kurt at the airport. See you at home around 9.' Blaine texted his mom to remind her, before jumping in his car. Finn, Burt, Carole, Rachel's dads, and he were all going to meet Rachel and Kurt at the airport that afternoon. Their plane was supposed to get in around 4:00 so Blaine figured he'd have plenty of time to get to the airport since Glee club had gotten out early.
"Excited, Blaine?" a teasing voice came from behind him.
Blaine grinned. "Is there I reason I shouldn't be? I haven't seen him in months."
Tina couldn't hide her smile at his enthusiasm. "I suppose. I'll probably be like this next week when Mike comes home. It's so unfair that they get out for Christmas way before we do."
"That's college. One more year and we'll be there too." Blaine reminded her.
Tina groaned, "Don't remind me. My parents have me sending out applications to every school in the world ever."
Blaine tried to hide his laugh. "At least you don't have to be worried about getting in anywhere. You're brilliant, Tina. Now me, I have to be afraid that NYADA won't accept me."
"Oh shush, lover boy. You'll get in. Now get your ass to that airport and pick up your boyfriend." She commanded.
Blaine jokingly saluted her. "Yes, ma'am." They walked out to the parking lot together before heading their separate ways.
He got to the airport in record time—he may have sped a little while on the freeway—and went to wait inside the airport with Rachel's dads, Finn, Burt, and Carole. They had all been there for about fifteen minutes when Blaine saw Kurt and Rachel's plane land. Trying not to eagerly bounce up and down on his toes like a five year old (although Finn looked pretty close to bouncing, too), Blaine scanned the crowd of people getting off the plane.
Rachel and Kurt came bounding over. Rachel immediately kissed Finn before turning to her parents, while Kurt hugged his father, step-mother, and step-brother before turning to Blaine. But this didn't bother him. Blaine knew how much his family mattered to Kurt.
Kurt finally, finally, turned to Blaine, a soft smile on his face. Blaine returned it with his own puppy-dog grin, and the two hugged each other tightly. "I've missed you so much." Blaine whispered, failing at keeping the emotion out of his voice.
"I've missed you too." Kurt replied, clinging to Blaine tighter than before. Pulling away, Blaine saw tears on Kurt's face. Laughing at himself, Kurt hastily wiped them away. "So, what's on the agenda for the rest of the day, Mr. Anderson?"
Blaine grinned and shrugged. "Whatever you want to do. I was thinking about hitting up The Lima Bean or something, but I understand if you want to spend time with your family."
Kurt smiled, and Blaine didn't notice that it didn't quite reach his eyes. "That sounds great. Maybe we can head back to my house afterward and watch a movie with my parents. And you better have your homework in the car, you have finals next week."
Blaine rolled his eyes as Kurt told his dad their plans for the afternoon. Burt nodded and hugged his son one more time before following Carole, Finn, and Rachel out of the airport. Blaine lightly took Kurt's hand and led him to his car, opening his door for him and everything.
Kurt laughed. "Thanks Blaine, but the New York subway didn't make me completely forget how to open a car door."
Blaine shrugged and laughed. "You never know, Kurt. What if you opened it with too much power and the car door hit you in the face and knocked you out. Would you really want to risk spending the first day of winter break in the hospital because you were knocked out by a door that you opened too roughly because you got so used to the automatic doors on the subway?"
Kurt laughed. Blaine was so ridiculous sometimes. "I suppose not." They were almost out of the airport parking lot now, and Blaine turned onto the freeway towards the coffee shop. They spent two hours there before heading back to Kurt's house to watch Moulin Rouge! and Funny Girl.
The rest of the week had Kurt and Blaine spending time together at different places. It had taken a while for them to get back into the swing of their relationship with being physically together, but after a week or so Blaine thought they had that back.
Emphasis on Blaine thought.
Blaine had been out for his winter break for about a week, and he was out on a date with Kurt on Christmas Eve. They had dressed up and gone to a fancy restaurant before going on a walk in a nearby park. Kurt led him to a bench and they both sat down.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked softly. Kurt was crying.
"I… I just can't lie to you anymore. It's Christmas Eve and tomorrow's Christmas and I just can't stand lying to you, especially on Christmas." Blaine, concerned, took Kurt's hand which was quickly yanked away. "You don't understand Blaine!"
"Then tell me." Blaine whispered. "It's okay Kurt, just tell me."
Kurt stood up and started pacing before turning to look at Blaine. "No, you won't understand! I can't just tell you! Because there's a guy at NYADA, and he's really sweet and nice and he's in all of my classes and when he asks me to coffee or dinner, I say yes. I lie to myself and tell myself that I'm going with him as friends, but I know that that's not it for him. And then I tell myself that it's just a fling, that it's just a fucking crush, and that I'm still in love with you. But I'm not Blaine, I'm fucking not! This stupid long distance thing just isn't working for me, and I hate it because I still care about you, and I don't want to hurt you, but I can't just ignore this like I have been all school year." Kurt stopped talking and was still breathing hard from his rant.
Blaine bit his lower lip and stood up. "Okay. I'm glad you told me." And he started walking away.
Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand. "Are you mad at me?"
Blaine turned and Kurt could see the hurt in his eyes. "What's his name?"
Kurt looked at his feet. "Zack."
"Have you kissed him?" Blaine asked.
Kurt's eyes filled with tears again. "Yes. Twice."
Blaine turned before Kurt could see him cry. "Okay." He tried to say calmly, but his voice obviously broke at the end.
"Blaine… I'm sorry." Kurt whispered.
"Of course you are." Blaine scoffed as he walked away.
Kurt stood there in horror for a minute before running to catch up with his now ex boyfriend. "Wait, Blaine, we're four miles from your house. Let me drive you."
"I could use the walk." Blaine said, walking faster away.
And that was the beginning to the worst year of Blaine's life.