AN: Okay, a bit later than i thought,but it's a lot longer than the last chapter. I'm going to start working on the next part of this chapter now. So give me a few days to sort it out and make it the best I can :D


Kurt's phone buzzed the next morning. He carelessly, keeping his eyes closed, searched around his nightstand for his phone until he found it. He unlocked it and squinted from the light. He saw that the message was from Blaine and opened it, it read;

Hey. I have a travel plan set. I have a map and enough money to get by. How are you doing with everything? Do you need anything? And is 6am still okay? I just want to get out of here before it gets busy. XO -B

Kurt gave a tired chuckle at how concerned Blaine was about him. He thought of his answer and replied;

Hi (: Sounds good. You can tell me while we get coffee tomorrow morning before we set off. I'm not leaving without my coffee :P I have the money. And I think I'm fine for everything right now but I'll text you if I do need anything. And 6am is fine although I may look a little rough :P XO -K

He sent the message, locked his phone and threw it on the empty side of his bed, turned onto his side and fell back asleep.

Kurt woke up again and checked his phone, no reply but it was 2:30pm. What had felt like an extra 5 minutes to Kurt had actually been an extra 4 hours. He flung the sheets off of himself and put on a pair of sweatpants and headed downstairs to make an appearance. When he arrived in the kitchen there was no one there so, he checked the living room. No one. And the conservatory. Still no one. He returned back to the kitchen to get some lunch. Just as he was about to open the fridge he spotted a note pined to the door. Kurt took it off and read it.

"Good afternoon sleepy head. Me, Finn and Carole have gone for a walk. Shouldn't be too long, don't be getting into too much trouble. -Dad"

Kurt pinned the note back to the fridge door, grabbed some yoghurt from the fridge and returned to his room to stat packing a few things while everyone was out.

He packed into his practical yet stylish backpack, two changes of clothes as he figured once he got to New York, found a job, and earned some money he would be able to by new clothes. He packed the necessary toiletries, a pen, some paper, some coffee sachets, some snacks such as candy bars, crisps and protein bars. And he was going to take his cell phone but he couldn't pack it incase someone called or text him. Now to get writing the note he would leave for his parents and Finn.

First he thought about lying and saying that he had gone to stay with an aunt or uncle for a while, but then he figured that Carole or his dad would check up on Kurt eventually. So he wrote down the first things

that came to his head,

"Dear Dad, Carole and Finn.,

Just know that I love you all dearly but, I am just so sick of Lima so Blaine and I are going to New York. Don't worry about me. I'm taking my cell, we have a route planned to get to NYC and we have money to get by. I'm so sorry for any worry this may cause you but I really just need to get away. I promise on my life that if anything drastic happens I will call you. I love you all so much. I'll see you soon. Promise.

Love Kurt xoxoxoxoxoxoxox"

There. Done. Now all Kurt had to do was keep the bag and note out of site until tomorrow. He put them both in his wardrobe under a few other different bags. It wasn't long after Kurt had finished, that he heard his parents and Finn returning from their walk.

"Kurt, you up yet bro?" He heard Finn yell from downstairs.

"Even if I wasn't I would've been by now!" Kurt yelled back sarcastically.

He heard footsteps approaching his closed door. There was a small knock and before Kurt could get the chance to say 'come in', Finn's head appeared around the door.

"Hey! Um, I was just wondering if you wanted to come and watch a movie with us? We're going to watch "Grease" " Finn said.

"Since when did you like musicals?" Kurt asked, confused.

"I don't, I'm only watching it because Olivia Newton-John is smoking'." Finn answered and wandered out of the room.

"Too much info." Kurt murmured. Since this was the last time that he would be with the whole family Kurt thought he better go and watch the movie and besides who doesn't like Grease?

"Hey quick hunnie it's about to start!" Carole said with excitement in her voice and she cuddled in next to Burt on one couch.

Kurt joined Finn on the other couch and Finn patted him on the back and smiled. The family sat in silence throughout the movie, well, apart from when the songs came on, then they all sang along. Even Burt and Finn joined in when Danny sang. This was nice. Kurt admitted to himself that he was going to miss this. He wouldn't miss the house, or his room or Lima but if anything he wished that he could take his family with him.

And before he knew it, it was time for dinner. Tomorrow was coming a lot faster than Kurt first thought. He helped Carole lay the table and put the food on the plates and Carole called Finn and Burt to the table. Carole had made a roast for dinner. A giant chicken sat in the middle of the table, radiating a delicious smell to lure the growing boys and parents back in for more. Kurt ate until he felt like he was about to explode but, he didn't know when he would next have a proper meal.

After dinner, to Kurt's joy, it wasn't his turn to do the washing up. If it was his turn, he didn't think he could stay standing with all the food he had just consumed. He dragged himself up to his room and collapsed onto his bed with a grunt. He grabbed his phone and checked for messages, nothing. He didn't want to be upstairs on the last night he would be at home so he trotted back down and into the living room where Burt and Finn were watching TV. He plonked himself next to Finn and spent the rest of the evening watching TV and enjoying the company.

The next thing Kurt heard was his alarm. It was 5am. He was meeting Blaine in an hour. To leave Lima and live his dream of being in New York. He was going with Blaine. Blaine Anderson. Who knows what could happen on this adventure.