A/N: Just a little post episode drabble to deal with all my feels. It hurts, it hurts so bad. Oh and I don't own either of the boys but if I did I would hug Kurt all the live long day and never let my baby go. They had better come up with something even more amazing for him!
After he had come out of the choir room, Blaine didn't even need to ask what the letter from NYADA had contained, it was written across his boyfriend's downcast face. However, there were no tears and this perplexed Blaine, surely they would come but now as they sat on Kurt's bed (Blaine sat, Kurt was flung across it on his back, his stare trained on the ceiling and unmoving) his eyes were still dry and this upset Blaine more than he believed a waterfall of tears would, to see the boy he loved so still.
So Blaine had kept up a string of one-sided conversation for oh, just about the past hour. He had begun with how ridiculous NYADA was and how the whole thing was an outrage. Blaine was sure they were merely threatened by someone as talented and beautiful as Kurt. That they knew they could teach him nothing, he would put all his teachers to shame. Run the school himself in a month's time. Blaine flooded Kurt with a whole list of ideas for other things he could do in New York, assuring him over and over again they would find a way to get him there, sooner rather than later. Kurt had halted this particular subject simply by placing a hand on Blaine's knee. He didn't look at Blaine or say anything but Blaine knew just from that touch that it wasn't what Kurt needed.
Blaine stopped for a second but the overwhelming quiet was too much for him so he began to speak again. This time, it was merely a string of unrelated, light-hearted topics to hopefully put the air in the room at ease, to make Kurt smile even if only a little to elicit any kind of reaction from his completely frozen lover. It didn't work, even as he recounted a particularly amusing conversation between Sugar and Britney, with those two, how could it not be amusing. But Kurt had stopped him before he even got to the whole point of the story and spoke for the first time since they entered his room.
"Blaine, baby, don't take this the wrong way but...shut up." Kurt had finally turned his head to look at Blaine and now held his arms out to him, "Come here." He stated firmly and expectantly and Blaine, of course, came there. He slipped into Kurt's arms and wrapped his own around Kurt's small waist.
And only after they were slotted together, each one of them barely distinguishable from the other, wound so tightly they would seem impossible to separate. Only then did Kurt's tears begin, he shaking frame seemingly only held to the ground by the solidity of the the other boy holding onto him for dear life. Blaine knew now that words weren't what Kurt needed, not yet.
They would come up with a way to get Kurt to New York (that fall,no exceptions), they would secretly bash NYADA together (whether they meant it or not), and they would talk and talk for hours about that everything between. They would work as a team (as they always did and were better for it) and everything would somehow work out but for right now, all Kurt really needed was the comfort of his boyfriend's soft touch and the unspoken promise that no matter what the future did hold for him, Blaine was a part of it. And that was enough, for now and for always
