A/N : So I've decided that there's going to be three parts to this. And I debated for a while as to whether to post them separately or not, because really, they're all capable of standing on their own. You do not, need to have read one part, to understand another. but, while I wrote them separately, I thought I'd put them together anyway, because in my mind, that's how it played out.
So here's part two, enjoy. And hopefully part three will be done soon. :)
As usual, I own nothing.

2. Endings

Kurt had decided almost two years ago that he was going to college in New York, something that, unless he had not actually had the privilege of visiting, he probably would not have considered quite so greatly. But since that moment, he had not once changed his mind about anything other than what he would major in, and what outfits he would certainly be taking with him.

The moment Kurt arrived back from New Direction's trip to Nationals that year, he had announced to his parents that he fully intended to go back to New York after graduation, and despite his father's initial disbelief, they had both come around and agreed to the idea. And more recently, Kurt had been involved in long phone conversations with Rachel – who had been studying at Juilliard for a year prior- about college life, and the possibilities of moving in together.

The only problem was Blaine.

Blaine had been all for the two of them going to New York together, and, whenever the subject came up; he still assured Kurt that he had not changed his mind. But Kurt was well aware that Blaine had looked at other colleges, he had caught him scrolling through their websites on more than one occasion - despite how quickly Blaine had tried to shut off his browser. And he was also well aware of the stack of acceptance letters, hidden in a box in the bottom of the closet in Blaine's dorm room.

The last thing Kurt wanted was to stop Blaine from going after his dreams, and if his dreams took him elsewhere, then, Kurt would accept that. But there was still a selfish part of him that so badly wanted Blaine to choose New York, because no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that he truly wanted Blaine to do what made him happy, he knew that all he really wanted was for them to be together. He hated the thought of them being apart.

They had been able to make their relationship work in Ohio, but the drive between Westerville and Lima every day after school, was very different to driving from one state to another, especially considering some of the names Kurt had seen on those acceptances.

The conversation had been dawning on them all year, and while they liked to pretend that everything was fine and they were going to New York, they both knew that the talk had to happen, and with only a matter of weeks to their graduations, it had to happen soon. But every time the subject was brought up, one of them – usually Blaine – would brush it off and change the topic. And it wasn't until just over a week until their time at High School was over, that they finally addressed it, Blaine – surprisingly – being the one to instigate the conversation.

The two sat in Kurt's bedroom, Kurt scribbling away at something on his desk, while Blaine lay across Kurt's bed, humming quietly along to the Rent soundtrack that was playing softly from Kurt's speakers. Halfway through 'Without You' he fell silent, and after a while, he pushed himself up to sit cross-legged on the bed, sighing gently as he embraced the inevitable.

"Kurt, we need to talk," Kurt turned, frowning as his eyes met with Blaine's, who gestured to the bed in front of him. Kurt crossed the room and sat, his posture mirroring that of his boyfriends', their knees pressed together. Blaine reached forward, locking their fingers together.

"I know what you're going to say," Kurt told him, Blaine frowned slightly, and although Kurt was well aware that his frown wasn't a sign of confusion, he felt the need to explain anyway. "You didn't hide those letters as well as you thought," he shrugged, trying his best to seem nonchalant. Blaine sighed again.

"Kurt… I'm sorry. I know, I should have told you. And I know we agreed on New York, but, I just thought… well I wanted options, in case they said no, but, I hadn't decided anything…" he trailed off.

"And you have now," Kurt concluded, although in his attempt to stay complaisant, it sounded more like a question. Blaine nodded slowly, returning to meet Kurt's eyes. There was silence for a moment, and then Blaine spoke, his eyes focused on their interlocked hands.

"Have you…"

"I'm going to New York," Kurt didn't need to hear the full question. "I considered Ohio State for a while, simply because of the cost, but then I found out I could get in on a scholarship and I ju-. I had to," he shrugged. "I already said yes," he added sadly, regretting not at least telling Blaine before he accepted. Blaine pressed his lips into a tight line and nodded, his eyes lifting briefly to meet Kurt's.

"I'm happy for you," he told him, squeezing his hands gently as he forced a smile onto his face. "New York's gonna love you," he added. Kurt bit his lip, desperately wishing he didn't have to ask.

"Have… did you…"

"I um… I thought about it, a lot. Really, you've no idea how hard-."

"It's okay, Blaine," Kurt assured him, and their eyes connected softly, "I've never wanted to stop you from going after something you want," he told him, Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, and for a moment, Kurt was sure he had seen the gentle glisten of threatening tears. Blaine let out a long breath as his eyes fluttered open, and then he spoke, his words whispered hoarsely.

"California. I'm going to California," Kurt's heart dropped to his stomach. He'd be expecting Blaine to tell him that he'd wasn't going to New York, sure, but that still hadn't stopped him hoping, and it certainly didn't stop it hurting. California. "I'm so sorry." Blaine's voice was louder when he spoke again; his words spilling out in one big rush, and there was no mistaking the tearful look in his eyes now. "I wanted to go to New York with you, really, I did. But Cali has everything I wanted, and my dad went there, so it'd make him happy. I know it's fa-."

"Blaine," Kurt cut him off, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before letting them meet Blaine's again. "If this is what you want, then go for it. Don't you ever let me stop you from achieving your dreams," he told him, noticing now that his own cheeks were wet. Blaine squeezed his hands and leaned forward, pressing their lips together.

"I love you," he whispered as they pulled away, resting their foreheads together.

"Where does this leave us?" Kurt asked and Blaine sat back again.

"I don't know," he replied honestly, "But can we, not think about that just yet?" he asked, but Kurt knew his question was rhetorical and stayed quiet as he continued. "Right now, I just want to be with you for as long as I can," he added softly, and their lips met again.

The next week flew by, everything running into one big blur, and before the two knew it, they were graduating.

McKinley – thankfully - graduated the day before Dalton, and as he headed to receive his diploma, Kurt could just make out the features of his boyfriend's face next to his parent's.

The ceremony ended with an emotional – and, as usual, slightly under appreciated – performance from the New Directions, and Kurt was almost positive he heard Blaine cheering from the back of the room, although through the sobs coming from his fellow glee clubbers as they embraced each other, he wasn't completely sure.

Kurt managed to hold in his tears – despite his sadness to be leaving his friends – until he came face to face with Mercedes, who flung her arms around him without warning, her cheeks already wet.

"You'd better call me, every day. I want to hear all about your New York shenanigans!" she told him.

"Of course," he promised in a whisper, finally letting tears spill over onto his cheeks. "You really are my best friend, Mercedes," he told her, she pulled away slightly to look at him.

"Now why does it sound like you're saying goodbye? You don't get rid of me that easily, Kurt Hummel!" Kurt chuckled and pulled her back into a tight hug.

"Don't go forgetting about me when you get your million dollar recording contract,"

"You'll be the first name in my thank you's," she promised, just as her parents appeared behind her. The two exchanged smiles and with a final squeeze of Kurt's hand, she slipped away quietly. Kurt quickly wiped his eyes, but when he turned and found Blaine stood behind him, the tears started again, faster than they had before. Blaine pulled him into a hug, pressing his lips to his temple.

"You did it," he whispered, but this only made Kurt sob harder. Yes, he was happy to have graduated and to be leaving, but the sadness he felt leaving his friends, and more importantly, knowing his time with Blaine was almost over, was slowly overriding any happiness.
Kurt slowly lifted his head to meet Blaine eyes, as Blaine reached up to wipe away the damp from his cheeks.

"I love you," Kurt whispered, Blaine smiled gently.

"I know.

Just as Kurt had the previous day, Blaine found himself surrounded by his friends, fully aware that his boyfriend was cheering from somewhere in the crowd. Although Dalton's graduation had considerably less tears – but Blaine was positive he'd seen Wes shed a tear or two during his speech.

Blaine's eyes finally met Kurt's from across the room, but before he could move through the throng of people, and hand clapped him on the shoulder, making him turn.

"Blaine!" he turned to see Wes and David stood behind him, Wes clutching his gavel tightly in his hand, Blaine frowned. "They let me keep it," he explained with a shrug, Blaine rolled his eyes. How anyone could be so attached to an inanimate object was beyond him. "Anyway, we did it!" he smiled, wrapping an arm around Blaine's shoulders. "We're officially free. Although I have to say, I will miss being down the hall from you. Who are we going annoy now?" he asked with a smile, Blaine simply rolled his eyes and gave the both of them one armed hugs. Wes glanced over Blaine's shoulder as they pulled apart and smiled, patting his arm. "See you later," he said as he and David turned away, "Oh, and you'd better not forget us little Warblers when you're a musical phenomenon!" he called back, Blaine chuckled, shaking his head, and then someone cleared their throat from behind him. He turned to find Kurt smiling gently at him.

"You did it," he told him, Blaine smiled and pulled Kurt to him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"We did it," he corrected, "we're officially adults," he added in a mocking tone, something they'd both been told on several occasions, by almost every adult they knew over the past year.

"I guess we are," Kurt chuckled. "It's over," he added quietly, sadness filling his tone as he dropped his gaze.

"Hey," Blaine slipped a finger under his chin, tilting it so they were eye to eye again. "No, it's not," he assured him. He paused for a moment, his eyes sweeping the room before he gestured to the door, taking Kurt's hand. "Come with me,"

The pair slipped out of the room and headed, hand in hand, through the corridors, Blaine leading the way through a number of rooms and hallways that Kurt recognized easily from his brief time at Dalton, until they finally came to a stop at a long winding stair case.

"Do you remember this?" Blaine asked, dropping Kurt's hand as he gazed around the room.

"It's where we met," Kurt replied as he headed up the stairs, stopping after the first few and turning back to look at Blaine.

"All of the guys coming down these stairs, and you stopped me," Blaine mused, trailing his fingers along the handrail. He stopped, and turned to look at Kurt, stepping up to the stair below him and taking his hand. "And there's not a day goes by when I don't think about how lucky I was," he admitted, smiling gently before reaching up to press their lips together.

"We should get back," Kurt sighed as they pulled away, Blaine grinned.

"Come on, I know a shortcut," Kurt rolled his eyes, letting a smile grace his face as Blaine pulled him towards a familiar corridor.

The next few weeks, Kurt and Blaine barely left each other's sides. They were inseparable at the joint – and rather drunken - graduation party the Warblers and New Directions – who had become rather close over the past few years – had thrown at Puck's house, and after that, it was a rare occasion that one of them wasn't staying at the other's house – and if they weren't, you could most certainly find them sleeping in each other's clothes, with a playlist full of their favorite songs playing gently through the room.

Their days were filled with their regular favorite activities, and with a few surprises here and there, and practically every other night was date night.

The subject of college wasn't brought up again, but they were both well aware that they had a limited time left with each other, and it was obvious that they were filling some imaginary to-do list, and they both made sure that nothing was left out. But no matter what they crossed off, it still didn't make anything easier when the time finally came.

It wasn't a mutual leaving either, which certainly didn't make it easier. Blaine left a week before Kurt, so instead of parting ways at the airport, Kurt had to watch as Blaine and his parents drove away.

He'd woken way earlier than normal, even for him, and for the first time in his life, he didn't moisturize, he didn't spend hours planning his wardrobe, he just got up, threw on some clothes and waited, knowing it would be far too early to head over to the Anderson's, despite him wanting to be there more than anything.

So he waited in his kitchen, dressed in an old pair of jeans that until now he was positive he'd thrown away, and a Dalton shirt that still smelt like Blaine, an untouched mug of coffee sitting in front of him as he chewed anxiously at his bottom lip, watching the clock on the wall.

He was positive that Finn had emerged from his all night Halo session with Puckerman at some point, looking for food, and had probably said something to him, but Kurt was too stuck in his thoughts to even notice, let alone answer anything.

For the shortest moment, Kurt considered trying to sleep some more. And then his phone vibrated from beside him.

'I know you're awake. Come over. B.'

Kurt had never moved so fast, and he was pretty sure that he hadn't bothered to re-lock the door on his way out, but honestly, he didn't care. The only thing on his mind was Blaine, and his car couldn't get him there fast enough, despite Kurt pushing the speed limit, there was never a time when he had hated the two hour distance between their houses more.

And finally he was there, and Blaine's arms were wrapped tightly around him. For a moment, everything seemed fine, until they pulled away and Kurt saw the half packed car behind Blaine and everything fell back into place, he was still leaving.

"Um," Blaine cleared his throat, "We-. I don't have long…" he trailed off, almost looking guilty as he spoke, Kurt nodded. "My parents," Blaine tried to explain, but his voice failed him, coming out barely louder than a whisper, Kurt shook his head, squeezing Blaine's hand. He understood.

Blaine abandoned his car, leaving his parents to pack the rest of his things and – ignoring the disdained looks when he took Kurt by the hand and dragged him away from the house – he and Kurt walked, neither of them saying a word as they wandered blissfully hand in hand along the streets. Words weren't necessary. Right now, they just wanted each other's company.

They walked for almost an hour in complete silence, until they found they'd come full circle, back to the Anderson's and Kurt gently let his hand drop to his side, as Blaine turned to face him, biting his lip as though he were trying to force back the words.

"I don't want to do this," he whispered, Kurt ducked his head, his throat thick, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

"You have to go to college, Blaine," Kurt told him, trying to keep his tone composed. Blaine gently slipped a finger under Kurt's chin, tilting it so they were eye to eye.

"Without you,"

"We knew it was coming," Kurt told him; Blaine pressed his lips into a line, nodding gently. Kurt hesitated, desperately not wanting to ask, but like everything else had been this year, he knew it was inevitable. "What does… do we…" he trailed off, blinking back his tears.

"I think its best," Blaine muttered, refusing to meet Kurt's eyes at the exact moment that Kurt couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and they slowly began to spill over.

"So that's it?" Kurt whispered, "It's just… over?" his tone full of disbelief. Blaine looked up and their eyes locked as he slowly reached up to brush away the droplets on Kurt's cheeks with his thumb.

"Hey, don't do that," he instructed with a soft smile, trying to push away his own threatening tears. "It's never over," he assured him, reaching down to entangle their fingers as he rested their foreheads together, the stood in silence for a moment, unaware of Blaine's parent's watching from the car, until finally, Kurt gave in.

"Please don't go," he sobbed, and Blaine immediately untangled their fingers and pulled him into a tight hug, gently rubbing smooth circles on his back, hushing him softly.

"I promise you," Blaine pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes, rubbing away his tears again, "I will find you again. But right now we… we have to do this," he told him, Kurt squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, nodding, before Blaine slowly leaned in and connected their lips. "I promise," he whispered again, before glancing quickly over his shoulder at his waiting parents.

"Just, promise me one last thing?" Kurt asked.

"Anything,"

"Don't forget about me. I'm not saying you have to-. Just… don't forget," Blaine shook his head.

"I could never, forget you, Kurt Hummel. Ever," he assured him, their eyes locking. And with one last gentle squeeze of Kurt's hand, he pulled away, turning for the open car door. Kurt bit his lip, not wanting to watch, but knowing he had too, that it could be for the last time, and he knew he would regret it if he didn't.

Blaine paused as he reached the car, ignoring the way his father clapped him on the shoulder and with a smile told him it was 'time to go'. He hesitated for a moment, before turning back, closing the distance between him and Kurt in three long strides and pulling him back into his arms, their lips meeting again. "I love you. I love you. I love you," Blaine whispered in between kisses, "god, I love you," he groaned as his own tears finally surfaced, rolling slowly down his cheeks.

"I love you too," Kurt replied, hoarsely as their foreheads met again.

"Blaine, we need to go," Blaine ignored his father's voice again, desperately trying to buy himself as much time as he could, but Kurt slowly began to pull away, standing up straight. Blaine reached out for his hand, and Kurt squeezed back, whispering one more 'I love you too,' before nodding and loosening his grip, their arms slowly swinging to their sides, as Blaine began to back towards the car once more, and with a final exchange of silent 'I love you's.' Blaine slid into the car and let his parents drive him away, as Kurt stood, alone, on the side of the road by his ex-boyfriend's old home, watching him drive away.

I know it's sad, but don't hate me just yet. :)