So, I'm going to try out this whole chapter fic thing. But I'm going to need lots of reviews and love to keep it going! Text messages are italicized. And, you know, I don't own Glee or anything.

Blaine had never been so grateful for a history test until the day he found out Kurt was transferring.

His phone buzzed just as he was rereading the chapter on the Frankish kings. It read "I've got news! – Kurt". It didn't seem like the sort of message Kurt would send if he was in trouble, so Blaine simply texted back oh?.

It clearly wasn't the response Kurt was looking for. Can we meet up sometime? Tonight? Tomorrow? I can skip glee if I need to.

It wasn't that the Dalton student didn't want to see his new friend. He really did. Kurt was awesome – funny and sweet and smart. He seemed to know something about everything. And he was interested in the same things Blaine was (except football, but that could be fixed)… But it was midterms week. Taking all those trips to see Kurt, although wonderful, had taken a toll on his studies – he definitely wasn't ready for this test. Maybe this weekend? I've really got to study, he texted.

Might need some advice before then. I've got to go uniform shopping!

Blaine felt his stomach fall to the floor. Oh no. There was no way. It couldn't happen. Kurt loved his school, his friends… Costume party coming up?

Kurt's reply was almost instantaneous. Nope! Transferring to Dalton.

The older boy wished he hadn't even opened the damn thing. He could have pleaded later that his phone had died, or Wes had pulled him away, or any number of things had happened. Kurt would probably know it was a lie, but at least he wouldn't have to come up with anything to say now. This couldn't be happening. Kurt couldn't be coming to Dalton. For real this time? He hoped his reply would come across as cute instead of despairing.

Very funny. I start Monday.

Monday. He had four days until his nicely ordered world came crashing down. Even worse, it wasn't like he could talk to Wes or the other guys about it. "Hey guys? Remember that adorable guy you liked? He's coming here! Isn't that terrible?" didn't make for great conversation. Wow! He replied.

I know! It's all happening so fast. But it's the best option for me right now.

Blaine wasn't sure what to say to that. He knew Kurt's dad couldn't afford tuition at Dalton. Had something worse happened at school? Wouldn't Kurt have told him? The knots in his stomach tightened a thousand times harder as he imagined the things that could have happened to Kurt. Maybe it was something too horrible to tell him, except in person. Should he offer to drive to Kurt's? It wasn't like he was going to get much studying done anymore. How are you holding up?

The silence nearly killed him. He had already put on his jacket and reached for his car keys when his phone lit up again. It's hard to leave.

I know, Blaine replied simply. Want me to head over? Or we can meet up somewhere?

The gap seemed to stretch on forever again. But if Kurt was having second thoughts about leaving McKinley, nothing that horrible could have happened to him there. Right? Maybe he could even be convinced to cancel this whole transfer business! It's getting late, wrote Kurt, I don't want to freak my dad out by sneaking out of the house.

Kurt was right. It was after nine already. This weekend? Surely Blaine could fake up some enthusiasm by then, now that he had enough warning.

Sure. The usual?

The usual. Yet another thing that wouldn't happen once Kurt was a Dalton student. Along with dinner with Kurt's friends and theater outings and a million other things. Blaine's one connection to the outside world was coming to Dalton. Sounds great, he replied.

What's up with Blaine? Will it get better with time? Review and I'll try to find out!