Author's Note: So my darling readers, followers, reviewers, etc., I've decided to continue on with this story. It's pretty random from here on out, but I'm going to keep with the question and answer motif whenever possible because I like it. I enjoy writing the answers and then dreaming up random scenarios to go with some of them. There won't be a survey in this chapter, but it will pick right up in the next one. I'll reiterate the fact that I LOVE LOVE LOVE all of the fantastic responses I've received from this story! It makes me beyond happy! I'm hoping the next chapters live up to your expectations! Enjoy my darlings!
USUAL DISCLAIMER APPLIES! :)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A FEW WEEKS LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shortly after Kurt and Blaine read each other's survey answers, Kurt left for New York to intern at Vogue Magazine and take some classes at Parsons School for Design. Blaine was incredibly proud. He found himself telling anyone who would listen about all of the great things that Kurt was doing in New York City. He and Kurt tried to stay in touch via Skype, emails, and texting. Occasionally Kurt would write Blaine a letter, and of course, Blaine would write one back, but sometimes the letters took too long, so the letters were few and far between.
About a month after Kurt moved to New York, he started his first project with Parsons. His assignment was to design a menswear piece on a budget of only $150. Kurt felt fairly confident in his ability to do the assignment due to his eye for bargains. He found a bolt of fabric that would be perfect for his design for only $5 and then found the rest of his materials for only about 75 dollars more. He ended up buying a little more than what was necessary, so he made a bowtie for Blaine and sent it to Ohio with a 3 page letter.
Blaine received the package containing the bowtie and letter and immediately called Kurt, who answered on the third ring.
"This is Kurt."
"Hey baby, I got your package you sent today."
"Blaine honey! I'm so glad you got it. Did you like it?"
"I loved it, Kurt! It was so amazing! And it took me about an hour to read your entire letter."
"I'm glad you liked it, sweetheart. Why did it take you so long to read my letter? You're one of the fastest readers I know."
"Well, I kinda had a bad day today and I was kinda crying a lot." Blaine mumbled.
"Darling, speak up for me, I didn't quite catch that last bit."
"I was crying a lot so it was a little hard to read." Blaine said again, a little calmer and louder this time.
"Oh baby. I'm sorry. I didn't think that it would make you cry. Damn, I wish I was there with you right now. I've got another hour before I have to be anywhere. Did you want to tell me about your day?"
"Okay. So I basically woke up in a bad mood this morning because my alarm didn't go off, so I didn't get to go work out this morning, and then my dad was actually home for once and he started in on the whole 'Why are you still at McKinley?' spiel. I wasn't even sure what to even say to him, you know? I'm at McKinley because I want to be. I have friends there now too. So after I left the house, my car ended up breaking down and I had to call Tina, and then we were late for 1st period rehearsal. Mr. Shue understood, but still, you know me and my time anxiety. Then the hockey douches were throwing slushies again. I didn't get hit directly, so calm down, but I just caught some of the backsplash. It got all over my new shirt, so I had to go and change. The rest of the school day was fine, but the morning just sucked. Then I got home and Dad was still there, so I had to deal with everything that he said this morning, and then Mom just sat there. She didn't say a damn word. Not a damn word, Kurt. She just sits there and lets him run his mouth and she just drinks her wine. I can't take it anymore Kurt. I hate it. I can't stand being here anymore."
Towards the end of his story, Blaine was starting to break down and so was Kurt. Kurt hated that he couldn't be there for Blaine. It broke his heart to hear Blaine this broken.
"Blaine, I'm coming home. I can postpone the rest of my internship or work from Lima. There's no point in arguing with me, Blaine Michael, I'm coming home." Kurt said, wiping the tears from his eyes and sniffling.
"Kurt, baby, no. You know I can't let you do that. You're starting to make a life for us and you're happy and you're excelling at Vogue and you're so successful. You are staying in New York and you're going to work hard and you're going to be so amazing and wonderful, Kurt. I love you, and I'm not letting you move back here to be miserable like me." Blaine said, his voice still thick with pain. Blaine meant what he said. He wanted Kurt to stay in New York City because he knew that if Kurt came back, it would cause resentment and he wouldn't let that happen.
"Blaine…You're miserable. I don't want you to keep wallowing in misery when there's something I can do to fix it. I'm coming home. I'm packing tonight and I'll be there tomorrow afternoon."
"Kurt. No. Listen to me. You are not moving back to Lima. If you even try, I will pick you up and put you back on that plane myself, do you understand me. You're staying in New York City."
"I'm coming home for the weekend then. You need me right now, and I will be there." Kurt said matter-of-factly.
"A weekend sounds perfect, sweetheart." Blaine said, sighing with relief. "Are you gonna come in tomorrow afternoon?"
"Oh of course sweetie. I would be in earlier, but I have a project due next week and I need to finish up a few things on one of the pieces. It's coming along so well, Blaine. The assignment was to design a 5 piece collection based on the seasons, but the pieces couldn't be practical for the seasons. Like a lighter outfit for winter and then a heavier outfit for summer. My autumn piece is coming along nicely, but the summer top is giving me problems." Kurt told Blaine, trying to distract Blaine by changing the subject. His plan worked because he and Blaine talked for a few hours about nothing and everything, but their problems never came up again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE NEXT DAY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At the airport
Blaine stood in the airport terminal, waiting for Kurt to appear from his flight. Blaine was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, unable to stand still for fear of having a nervous breakdown. His parents hadn't been happy when they found out that he wasn't spending the weekend with them visiting Cooper in whatever city he was living in now. His father yelled, his mother drank; just the usual morning in the Anderson household. Blaine was definitely ready for Kurt to get there, even though he had spent the night at Kurt's to get away from his parents.
Kurt finally appeared, looking tired, but his face broke into an ear-to-ear grin as soon as he saw Blaine. Kurt rushed to his boyfriend and embraced him. Blaine couldn't notice anything except for Kurt, but Kurt noticed that no one stared or made any snide comments. That gave him a small bit of hope. Blaine held Kurt in his arms as Kurt buried his face in his neck.
"I've missed you so much." Kurt mumbled, breathing in the smell that is uniquely Blaine.
"I'm so glad you're home, even if it's just for the weekend. You ready to go?" Blaine asked, taking Kurt's bag from his shoulders and grabbing hold of Kurt's hand in his free one.
"Most definitely." Kurt replied.
On the ride home, Kurt regaled Blaine with the stories of what happened during the past week. He told Blaine about how his collection ended up. He was extremely proud of it. He also told Blaine about a survey he found in his limited free time while browsing the internet.
"I enjoyed that one we did over the summer, and I figured it would help take your mind off of things." Kurt told Blaine.
"Sounds good, honey. Did you want to do that when we got home? I talked to your dad before I left your house to come get you and he said that he and Carole were going to take us out to dinner tonight."
"You were at my house?" Kurt asked, not actually surprised at all. He had called his dad after Blaine had called him crying and asked him to let Blaine stay at the Hummel-Hudson house for the night until he got home.
"Yeah. Your dad called me about an hour after I talked with you yesterday and invited me to dinner and to stay over. You wouldn't have had anything to do with that, would you, Kurt?" Blaine said nonchalantly as he and Kurt got into Kurt's Navigator.
"I didn't want you staying at your house when you were miserable. I knew Dad wouldn't let you refuse. Let me guess, Carole made lasagna for you and you had free reign over Finn's PlayStation all night? And how did you get the keys to my truck? I thought that I hid them before I left." Kurt said, slightly confused.
"You know I can't resist the lasagna, babe. I had to carbo-load for this weekend anyway." Blaine said with a smirk and a wink in Kurt's direction. "By the way, darling, your hiding places kind of suck. I found these within fifteen minutes."
"Carbo-load? Really, Blaine? I should cut you off just for saying that." Kurt rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, who was still smirking at him, somewhat pleased with himself.
"Nah. I don't think you would. You've missed me too much." Blaine replied. By this time, Blaine and Kurt were already heading towards the highway to get back to Lima. It was about a two hour drive home, so Kurt continued telling Blaine about the people he's encountered at Vogue and at Parsons. They arrived home later than they had originally thought, but Burt and Carole were still at work.
"So about that survey. Are you still interested or are you too tired? I didn't want you to have to drive the whole way, but your stubborn ass insisted." Kurt grouched.
"Sure why not?!" Blaine said, enthusiastically. "Your room or the living room?"
"My room. I don't remember what kind of questions are on this survey, so I don't want to be interrupted." Kurt said, steering Blaine towards the door to his basement bedroom.
POST-CHAPTER AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry that there's no survey in this one guys. I figured that the chapter was long enough without it and I was eager to get another chapter published. If there are any mistakes or continuity errors, please inform me NICELY and I will make sure to correct them. This chapter was written over the course of about a week and I had my birthday weekend in there and lots of other stuff going on, so I'm hoping everything makes sense and that the chapter is readable. I would love it if my loverly readers would take the time to review! Or favorite the story! That makes me feel good too :) xoxo Maggie!
