Glee belongs to someone else. Darn.


Due to the weather, the towing company had a backlog of calls. The last thing Kurt wanted to hear was that it would be at least an hour before they could get to him since he wasn't hurt or in any danger. He thought about calling Burt, but decided it would be better not to have his dad driving in the snow. He reclined his seat, closed his eyes and settled in to wait.

"What had happened to him?" he wondered. "Where had it all gone wrong?" His senior year of high school had seemed so magical. Blaine had transferred to McKinley and they had spent nearly every waking moment together (and some sleeping ones as well, he remembered with a grin). He didn't get the role he wanted in West Side Story, but he had to admit that Blaine made a much better Tony than Kurt would have, and Kurt found to his surprise that he rather enjoyed comic roles. There was more show choir drama than normal, but Finn and Blaine had worked out their differences and even with Rachel unable to participate, the New Directions had beaten the Trouble Tones at Sectionals. Afterwards, the two groups had combined and the solos were distributed more evenly, although Blaine had certainly gotten his fair share, making them a stronger group overall. Karofsky had transferred to another school; Santana had come out and was much kinder than she had been. There was still some bullying, but it was nothing like the previous year and having Blaine with him made it bearable.

After graduation he and Rachel moved to New York. Since Blaine was still in Lima and New York apartments were expensive, they lived in the dorm but they were in many of the same classes and saw each other frequently. Kurt got along well with his roommate, and all the performing arts students were friendly. It was hard being apart from Blaine, but they kept in touch by Skyping, texting, and calling, and Kurt came home every chance he got. The rest of their group had scattered across the country, pursuing their dreams, but they talked as often as they could and visited on holidays. Mercedes and Santana called frequently, Mercedes seeking advice on outfits and boys, and Santana just to talk. Finn had stayed in Lima, attending community college and helping Burt in the shop. Even though he was separated from most of his family and friends, Kurt never felt like he was alone.

The next year was even better. Thanks to the new dual-credit program and AP tests, when Blaine joined Kurt at NYU the following year, he entered as a sophomore. The boys got an apartment together and settled in. The apartment was small, but there was room for Kurt's sewing machine and cutting table, and Blaine's musical instruments and recording equipment. They threw themselves into their studies, both of them performing whenever possible, and Blaine discovered that he liked composing.

Three years passed quickly, and graduation came sooner than they would have thought possible. Kurt took a job as a junior buyer for a department store chain and Blaine began working on his music, performing in bars and cafes, and at weddings and other events. He began to develop a small local following and they were both delighted when Kurt discovered that someone had posted video from one of his performances on YouTube.

Many of the former glee club members got married, some to each other and some to outsiders. Kurt and Blaine were no exception. Neither of them actually proposed – it was just sort of a mutual decision. They had always known they would get married eventually, and the Christmas after graduation seemed like a good time. They had a small (but fabulous) ceremony on December 27th and became the Anderson-Hummels.

As time passed, Kurt began to see his friends less often. His days were spent at work and his evenings and weekends were spent with Blaine, usually at a performance of some kind. Kurt became an expert at setting up Blaine's equipment and fixing the finicky amplifier. He got Blaine out of the t-shirts and faded jeans that he liked to wear when he was performing and into a more casual-professional look. Money was tight, but they were doing okay. They loved each other and that was enough. Wednesday nights were their together time. Blaine never worked on Wednesday and they took turns planning their dates. Sometimes they went to a movie or saw a show, and sometimes they went shopping or walked in the park. Occasionally, they just stayed in and had a romantic evening at home.

Kurt couldn't identify a specific time when things began to change, but he knew it was after Blaine was discovered. Blaine had a manager and an agent and a publicist and a vocal coach and a stylist and they were all making demands on his time. Blaine was playing bigger venues now and performing at charity events and all of a sudden Wednesday night wasn't sacred any more. If his "team" wanted Blaine to do something, he did it, regardless of whether or not Kurt had other plans. Even when they had their Wednesdays together, Blaine was often too tired to do anything except sit on the couch, falling asleep during the first 20 minutes of the movie they were watching. Kurt knew that they had to take advantage of every opportunity that presented itself if they wanted Blaine to succeed, but it still hurt that Kurt was gradually being pushed into the background.

The more Kurt thought about his life, the more he felt sorry for himself. All his friends had moved on with their own lives, and it felt like he was just holding Blaine back. "I wonder if anyone would miss me if I died out here?" he thought. "Would anyone care if I had never been born?"