Hi there :) So, I'm your author for this fanfic. It's my first, so I'm a bit nervous about this story but please do leave a review so I can see how my writing's going! Any spelling or grammar mistakes – sorry. I've tried my best, though, so there shouldn't be too much wrong with it. I am Australian, so that will explain any oddly spelled words to some people too :)

Just before you read my first chapter, which I'm afraid to say is incredibly short, yes, this story is very dramatic. At least at the beginning, anyway.

I'm just about to go back to school after holidays, so I should be updating every week or two, but sorry if there are any really long delays.

This is my take on the Klaine relationship, so if you don't agree with it, I'm sorry and I hope you find a fanfic you like

Onto the story, now!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor do I own any songs or other things that appear in this story apart from my own original characters.


A World Away


"I'm moving to England."

I'm moving to England.

England.

"Yo-you're what? Did you just- I mean- You're what?" he choked out. This was not happening. It couldn't be. He'd just misheard, surely.

"I'm moving to England..." Or maybe he hadn't. "Kurt, I'm really sorry." Blaine leaned against the side of the bench, his breath fogging the air as he spoke. "I tried really hard to get my parents to let me stay and board at Dalton, but I think they think it's too far away. I tried to explain to them that what I have here is great but I don't think they understand. I've worked so hard to get what I have here, I can't just leave now – and I just got you, too. I mean-" Kurt knew Blaine was being sincere. He could see it in his eyes, the way he spoke, even the way he was standing. Eyes to the ground, brow furrowed, feet together, one hand fiddling with the other glove, head tilted slightly to one side, in his eyes was the sincerest regret that he had to be saying this at all, like he's rather be in any other situation but this one.

But, despite how genuine Blaine's sorrow seemed and how earnest he was, Kurt was unable not to be slightly annoyed at him on the inside. How could Blaine just decide to leave him so suddenly? It was unjust; so unfair.

But then the words really sank in and he started to lose it a little. The anger was gone, but the panic started to settle into the pit of his stomach. The cold winter wind blew around him; his cheeks were numb. The air was pressing in on him – it was heavier than it should have been; it was choking him, inescapable.

Blaine kept talking in front of him but Kurt couldn't hear him over the strong gusts of wind. He couldn't move – he breathed in the cold, dense air and his lungs froze. He tried to move but his legs were rooted to the ground.

'England. Blaine's moving to England. Say something, you idiot, or he'll think- I can't! I'll probably break down or say something really stupid..."

As his inner thoughts conflicted, Kurt struggled to get his attention back onto Blaine, who'd been talking the whole time.

"- and I really don't think I can change my parents' minds, you know? They're pretty set on it." Blaine shook his head and looked at Kurt properly for the first time since the awful conversation had started, shuffling his feet. "...Kurt? Are- are you okay?" He stepped towards the other boy and reached out a hand. "God, Kurt – I'm so sorry. I really hate to dump this all on you..." He spoke slowly and gently, "I know it's a shock; I'm shocked too. And I'm so sorry I took so long to tell you, I just didn't know how. And even when I did, I couldn't. You just look too happy when I see you; I didn't want to r- Kurt?"

Kurt stumbled backwards at Blaine's touch, still unable to speak. He turned and ran to the edge of the little clearing where they'd been sitting and swept through the narrow, overgrown path towards the car park.

Blaine turned and followed him, switching from a slow pace to a jog. "Kurt! Kurt, wait up, come on..."

Kurt ran out into the car park, panting slightly, slipping on the loose gravel with a gasp but regaining his step. He turned back to Blaine as he appeared from the path, long enough to hear his voice crack when he said, "I didn't mean to upset you", before the spinning grey sky brought him to his knees and the rough gravel faded.