A/N: The prompt for today's story is 'fake.' For some reason, the first thing that came to mind was Kurt being upset about what's to come. Oh, and for the record, this story seems like it'd take place in season three, before anybody graduates, but for a majority of my stories, I don't really plan out when in the series a story may take place, or I might not apply the same details to one story that I would to another, or I might not apply details from the show into my stories (such as, Kurt's room in the show is in the basement, but in my stories, I may say upstairs sometimes, just to have Kurt and Finn in separate bedrooms). Quite frankly, I'm not sure. But I hope you're enjoying these anyways. 3

Blaine knocked on the front door to the Hudson-Hummel house for the second time this week. It was date night, and they wanted it to be a stay-in date tonight, so they were going to stay in with the Chinese take-out that Blaine had just picked up as a surprise before heading over. From inside, Blaine heard his boyfriend yell, "Come in! I'm in the living–" He hiccupped, "room!" Blaine stopped for a moment. Is he crying? He thought to himself.

He opened the door, set the take-out on a coffee table, then ran over to the living room, where he found Kurt tightly squeezing a pillow, his face puffy, his eyes red, and tears uncontrollably running down his face.

Blaine ran over to Kurt, "Kurt! What's wrong?" By reflex, he threw his arms around the older in means to comfort him. Unexpectedly, though, Kurt just pushed the boy back.

"No, hold on, wait!" Kurt screamed, tears still running down his eyes.

Blaine stared at Kurt in disbelief, slightly offended. "What the hell, Kurt?"

"I said, wait!" Kurt held up a finger in means to silence Blaine. Blaine rolled his eyes, and he took notice of the television playing in front of them. He wasn't sure what was going on, or even what was on. Just then, a man's voice in the show said, "I'm not ready for this," and Kurt sobbed even harder than before. "Oh my god, Marshall!" He buried his face in the pillow, and began to bawl harder than Blaine had seen in a long time.

Blaine wasn't entirely sure what to do, knowing that he should probably let Kurt calm down before trying to comfort him, but he didn't want Kurt to just be miserable. Noticing the credits scrolling down the screen, Blaine grabbed the remote and turned the tv off, and put an arm around his boyfriend. Kurt continued to cry for a while, and when he finally stopped, he sat up and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. "I'm sorry, it's just…" He sniffled. "That episode gets me every time…"

Blaine smirked, and pulled Kurt even closer. "What's wrong, Kurt?"

Kurt looked up at Blaine's hazel eyes. "Marshall's dad just died…"

Blaine rolled his eyes, "I don't mean the show. I don't care about the sitcom right now."

Kurt sat up, "It's not just a sitcom! It's How I Met Your Mother! There is such a difference between this show and every other show out there!"

Blaine pulled away and gave Kurt a serious look. Kurt knew that they were about to have a serious talk.

"I know what show it is, I love it. But Kurt, you only decide to go rewatch sad episodes of it when you're feeling sad, yourself. So what's bothering you?"

They sat in silence for a moment while Kurt hung his head. "I don't wanna talk about it right now…"

Blaine used a finger and lifted Kurt's chin to face him. "It sounded pretty serious. No matter what it is, you know I'll always be here for you to help you through everything."

Kurt's eyes began to tear up again, "I know Blaine, I know, you're the perfect boyfriend and I don't deserve you because you're too good for me and–" Kurt began to break down, sobbing his eyes out once again.

Blaine cupped his hand around Kurt's cheek, "Kurt." He tried. After a moment, he ran his free hand through Kurt's hair. "Kurt, you don't have to pretend like there's nothing wrong, not with me. You can tell me what's bothering you. I was hoping you'd know that by now. And I am never going to be too good for you, you understand?" Kurt only continued to cry harder. "Kurt… Please look at me." Kurt looked up at him through his soaked eyelashes, nearly hyperventilating by this point. "You don't have to be fake with me, Kurt, just tell me what's hurting you."

Kurt snuffled, blinked a couple times, and suddenly embraced Blaine. Surprised, Blaine rubbed the older one's back, trying to get him to breathe again. When Kurt pulled away, he looked more at ease. "Blaine… I'm scared of leaving you."

Both of the boys stared at each other, as if trying to register what the older one had just said.

Finally, Blaine spoke up. "I thought New York was your dream, Kurt, you can't be afraid to embrace the inevitable."

"I know, I know, I want to live my life in New York, and grow old there, and become famous there, but… I want to do it all with you…"

Blaine smiled sadly, "And you will, I promise, but you're going to have to wait a year before I can go out there… We're going to have to wait. We'll Skype every day, I'll write you a letter every day if I must, just to make you feel like I'm with you more than I will be physically. I'll think about you every day, and I'll be sad that you're so far away, but I'll be happy that you'll be the most successful man on Broadway one day." Kurt's eyes shined bright with adoration at Blaine's wording. "Besides, we'll always have weekends to visit each other."

Kurt flashed a bright smile, and all his worries seemed to wash away. "I love you, Blaine."

"And I love you, Kurt." Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's lips, and slowly climbed further on top of him, their lips moving together heatedly, passionately, because of course it was going to work out in the end, they both knew that.