Chapter 2
"Ha-ha, oh no he didn't. He must not have known he was talking to the Rachel Berry!" Kurt said as he laughed.
Rachel laughed back, "Yeah, he's like the meanest teacher ever! I mean I know I wasn't off pitch."
Kurt amusingly rolled his eyes. Rachel and he had kept in contact since she left. She decided to take a few basic classes during the summer to prepare for her harder courses during the fall. They often shared laughs about the native accents and the way they dress differently. And although Kurt appreciated fashion, Rachel had told him about some pretty disturbing ensembles. She also shared stories about how rude the teachers were.
"Hey have you heard from Finn?" Kurt said suddenly curious. He hadn't talked to Rachel about Finn yet.
He heard a pause on the phone that Rachel spoke again, "No, have you?"
"No, but I know Carole has been talking to him from time to time."
"Oh, well I do hope he's doing alright," she paused again. Kurt decided to change the subject.
"Now, is the traffic really that bad there?"
"Kurt we were here two years ago! And I remember it being terrible back then as well," she laughed which relieved Kurt. He didn't want to hear her sad, "It's especially bad now that they have auditions for this play going on in the winter."
This sparked Kurt's interest, "What play?"
"I think it's The Boy From Oz. Yeah they started auditions this week."
Kurt paused for a minute. The Boy From Oz was one of his favorites. After all he had auditioned for NYADA with Not The Boy Next Door.
"That's so cool. I wish I could audition for it!" Kurt said as a joke.
"That would be awesome," Rachel said, "I'd go see you. If they like you as much as Carmen liked Not The Boy Next Door, you're sure to get a part."
"You really think so?"
"Your amazing Kurt. You would be perfect for it!"
"Whatever, I'm just daydreaming. I'd never leave for something like that." Kurt thought back to what his dad said the other day. How he would do great things one day.
Rachel cleared her throat. "Well, I think you should go for it. I mean, you never know until you try."
Kurt chewed on his thumb nail as he considered what she said. What if he did get the part? That's his ultimate dream after all. To be on Broadway. He knew he was young, and he knew he probably wouldn't get a part. But he couldn't pass up on an opportunity like this. They are open auditions; only one thing haunted him as he hung up the phone with Rachel. What would Blaine say?
Blaine spent quite a while studying his boyfriends face. He seemed a little distant this morning when he asked him to coffee at the Lima Bean. He barely talked in the car ride here, and now he sat there in deep thought about … something.
"Kurt is… is everything okay?" Blaine shifted in his seat. "You seem very distracted."
Kurt snapped back into reality. He had been thinking about what song he would audition with when he got to New York. But the suddenness of Blaine's voice smacked him back to life. He hadn't even decided to go yet and he was already choreographing a number in his head.
"Yeah. Oh, I'm sorry. Just thinking."
"About?" Blaine had a concerned face. Certainly whatever was bothering Kurt this much had to be talked about.
"Just, some things I've been considering lately."
"Come on Kurt, tell me."
Kurt released a sigh. He was afraid to tell Blaine. He was scared he would start freaking out. He didn't know why, but Kurt almost didn't want to tell him.
"I, ..uhh." Kurt couldn't seem to get the words out. "Nothing, I think we'd better talk about this some other time."
Blaine glared at Kurt once again, searching for an answer. "Kurt, you don't have to be afraid of telling me anything. I love you."
"I was… thinking, well not thinking. Talking to Rachel about this play… a play.. they're having auditions." Kurt paused and his voice got lower. Blaine had his eyes fixed on Kurt's, trying to piece together what he was saying. "I wanted to audition for…." Kurt mumbled out.
Blaine had a look of confusion on his face for a second. He sipped from his coffee before he spoke. "You want to audition for what play?"
"The Boy from Oz!" Kurt said quickly as he realized Blaine didn't freak out.
"Oh, you love that play, I'm sure you'll get a part. When are auditions?"
Kurt felt a wave of relief. "They started this week, but I figured if I can get my dad to book a flight as soon as this weekend I can audition next week..."
"Wait, wait, wait… b-book a flight?" Blaine interrupted. Perhaps Kurt spoke too soon. "Where are you going?"
"Well Blaine, they don't have auditions for Broadway plays in Ohio."
Blaine looked at Kurt in disbelief. "You're going to New York?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I thought you were staying here until I graduated so we could go together."
Kurt looked at his boyfriend. He sat there waiting for an explanation. Was he serious right now?
"It's not like I'm going to be gone forever, it's just auditions Blaine."
"And what if you get the part? Then what, you're just going to stay in New York?"
"I don't know… I haven't thought that far ahead."
Blaine stood up to throw his cup away. "Yeah you were right; we should talk about this some other time."
He walked over and put his cup in the trash and walked out the door to the Lima Bean, leaving Kurt sitting there alone. After choking back tears, Kurt finally got the courage to stand up and walk out of the coffee shop.
"I can't… I can't believe this." Blaine said pacing back and forth the width of Kurt's room. He couldn't fathom thinking about Kurt going away, and after he was looking forward to spending so much time with him this summer before he went back to school and Kurt started preparing for his NYADA audition for next year. That was the plan, not this.
"Blaine I don't understand why you are so upset. This is my dream; I thought you would be supportive."
Kurt sat on his bed close to tears, watching his boyfriend pace while trying to explain. Blaine and Kurt had been arguing since Kurt got into the car at the coffee shop. After 20 minutes of yelling he felt defeated, even though Blaine didn't seem tired at all.
"Kurt, this is Broadway. You think they just let any kid come and audition for them and say 'oh, you got the part!' No Kurt! You need experience, and I'm pretty sure you're way too young!"
Blaine's words cut him like a razor. He was crying now with his head down not saying a word. Blaine stopped pacing and ran his hand through his hair. Seeing Kurt cry made him feel worse. He hadn't meant to hurt his feelings he just didn't want him to go to New York just to be disappointed. He knelt down to where Kurt was sitting on the bed.
"Kurt.. I'm sorry. I just don't want you to be disappointed." He grabbed Kurt's hands and leaned in to kiss him.
Kurt turned away, "I think you should go."
Blaine squeezed Kurt's hands. He could feel tears welling in his eyes. "Kurt, please don't do this." He pleaded. Just then Kurt yanked his hands away and looked at Blaine with red puffy eyes.
"If you really loved me you would be helping me find an outfit for my audition and giving me words of encouragement. Not tearing me down and convincing me that I can't do it." Kurt stood up and walked towards his door.
"Kurt, dammit!" Blaine stood up and spun around to face Kurt. "I do love you, that's why I don't want you to go." He said this in almost a whine.
"So you're being a selfish bastard. That's why you don't want me to fulfill my dream?"
Blaine paused at this. He was being selfish. He didn't want Kurt to go because he didn't want him to leave him in Ohio. He didn't want the love of his life gone. He couldn't take it.
"Like I said I don't want you to get hurt, disappointed. And I guess I just don't want you to leave me."
"Just stop." Kurt said holding his hands up.
"I want to be…"
"Just go, Blaine." Kurt interrupted. He didn't want to hear anymore. He was done.
Kurt would never forget the look on Blaine's face when he told him to leave again. So hurt, with a single tear streaming down his right cheek. His eyes had gone dark and sad. Without a word he left Kurt's room and headed down the stairs. A moment later he winced when the front door slammed behind him. He continued to cry for a few minutes. Then he realized what he had to do. He got up and went to the bathroom to wipe his tears, and then went to his closet. He took a deep breath as he pulled out his suitcase.
