Author's Note: Hi! Thank you for the comments, they were amazing! And I'm so sorry for the delayed update, I am currently collaborating with FatallyUnique on another story, and still writing Choking Stings. But this story will be updated a lot now that I'm out of school and such, hopefully. I hope you enjoy!
And PS: I am now accepting prompts and such for the next chapters, such as what you want to happen whilst the boys (Sam, Finn and Kurt) are in charge of the house! (: I believe this story may become a series of related one-shots. Comment if you agree/disagree so I know what to do, please!
Thank you, again!
DISCLAIMER: Sadly. I don't own Glee.
Kurt and Blaine quietly began removing post-it notes from various items in Kurt's room, occasionally brushing by each other with loving glances. They weren't angry, nor mad at each other. But silence seemed to be the only thing helping them understand the whole situation.
Blaine stumbled upon the picture of him and Kurt at prom last year, the streamers surrounding them while they only acknowledged each other in the room, slow dancing to ABBA and actually feeling slightly accepted by their peers. He examined the blue, heart-shaped post-it note stuck to the side of it. He took off the post it note and pocketed it, knowing that Kurt saw him and was smiling absolutely adorably before noticing the tear drop splashing onto the glass covering off the photo. Blaine was crying.
"Honey, are you alright?" Kurt said softly, walking over to Blaine and rubbing soothing circles on the small of his back.
"I just-I, Kurt you mean everything to me and I can't believe that we are actually going to be able to go off to college together and have another year to dance like this picture. But then there is this guilt that settles in my stomach and begins to flood, reminding me that you should be going to New York and having the best time of your life here, rather than in boring old Lima. You weren't meant to be here." Blaine said, his voice choked and choppy as he stared at Kurt, his eyes red-rimmed and tears strolling down his cheeks.
"Blaine, your right. I don't belong here and I should be going to New York in a week with Rachel. But Blaine, you don't belong here either. We both don't belong here, we belong in New York. Together. Not apart." Kurt said, cupping Blaine's chin in his hand and wiping away tears with his thumb.
"I love you so much. So, so much." Blaine sobbed, dropping himself into Kurt's chest and whimpered quietly, coating Kurt's shirt in tears.
"I love you, Blaine. I adore you. You're my enchantment. I cherish you like nothing else and we are going to move to New York together, so please don't feel guilty." Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear. "And besides, if I leave, Sam and Finn are going to completely ruin this house. And they would probably starve and wear filthy clothes. I'm needed here." Kurt joked, lightening the mood.
(AN: The line about Finn and Sam not being able to support themselves is from an amazing reviewer, njferrell. So thank you for that!)
"Are you ready for this?" Kurt sighed heavily, buttoning Blaine's cardigan.
"I'm ready. I'll try my best to not break down in tears and tell everyone that you deserve to be on that train too. I won't stand so close to you to prevent me from looking at your gorgeous face and breaking down and blurting the truth." Blaine retorted, but said truthfully.
"Good. And that's if Rachel Berry hasn't crumbled to pieces by the time we get there, Finn was her everything. Even though there relationship wasn't sturdy and obviously destined for doom, I feel bad for her. Though I think she'll be okay, nothing stands in the way of Miss Rachel Berry and being able to strut around Broadway Street." Kurt rolled his eyes, checking Blaine's outfit over. "Perfect."
The pair headed out of the comfortable residence of the Hudmel home and entered Kurt's navigator. Kurt instinctively flipped on the radio, and Blaine made no effort to turn it off since he could use some therapeutic music at the moment.
Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out blood and fire
Blaine and Kurt then looked at each other with knowing grins, their smiles spreading from ear to ear. This was their song. They both sang along the whole way though, their hands lacing together and their voices mingling perfectly. Before they knew it, they arrived at the nearest train station and ran out to gather in the crowd of Glee club members who were gathered together, chatting away about Rachel's soon-to-be heartfelt departure.
"I just wonder how Rachel is going to handle the break up, they were both so crucial to each other's lives recently." Quinn said, peering around the group of her friends.
"She'll be fine. She's Rachel Berry after all. She doesn't need Frankateen to do the nasty with her when she has her aspiration on the line." Santana said, causing the group to chuckle a little.
Just then, a choked sob came from across the pathway of the train station. The group all looked up to see a tear stained Rachel Berry standing before them, Finn keeping a safe distance.
"Goodbye." Rachel sobbed, her voice a couple octaves higher, coming out nearly a whisper. She brushed past everyone and stepped onto the train, settling in a window within view of the whole club. Kurt stared woefully at the window, his eyes beginning to swell. Good luck, Rach. Kurt mouthed towards here, smiling. She nodded back and directed her stare back towards Finn.
"How are you holding up?" Blaine leaned in towards Kurt, avoiding eye contact. Kurt nearly shrieked, not expecting Blaine to be right next to him and fear that Blaine was going to tell everyone.
"Blaine, go stand over by someone else. I'm fine!" Kurt said sternly, nudging Blaine playfully away.
"Alright, alright. I love you." Blaine whispered before slipping in between Quinn and Mike.
Author's Note: Again, I'm sorry for the late update and the shortness of this chapter. I just felt it was right to end it there. The next chapter is already halfway done!
Reviews, complaints, criticisms, suggestions, etc are always welcome.
**Prompts are now being accepted!**
PS: You may be lonely, but you're not alone. I'm here anytime you need a friend.
