Hello Liss and everyone still reading here! Thank you for your attention, it means the world to me. Sadly, here we part... I dreaded this chapter, my friends, I dreaded it. I think I dreaded the whole end part of this fic and this is why I took half a year to finish it. (Sounds better than I was just lazy. :D)

As a little bonus this chapter has a theme song. You can find it on YT /watch?v=dzS4OJP-YMk/ or look for 'Shattered' by Trading Yesterday.


Saturday, October 17th 2015, 14 days until Halloween


"Hey, wake up, sleepy-head."

Blaine wanted to turn his head but his neck was stiff. So he just opened his eyes.

"Oh my God, how long did I sleep?"

"The whole car ride, obviously." Sam stretched his arms and yawned. "Man, I'm going to sleep all day long."

Blaine looked out of the window. The sun stood low on the sky, and the people rushing by all wore uniforms and work clothes. Yellow cars drove by slowed down by the traffic so that pedestrians caught up with them. It was a normal morning in New York.

"Uh, wait, is this Cincinnatti?" Blaine asked, confused.

"Nah, we're in New York."

"Oh. Why?" Blaine rubbed over his neck. He hated sleeping in the car.

"Because. Get out, will ya?"

When Sam opened the car door cold air came in and Blaine took a deep breath to wake up more. Then he got out and before he knew it they stood in front of the building where their apartment was in.

Sam pressed his thumb on the 'Anderson/Evans' sign while Blaine yawned and couldn't wait to get coffee.

"Who's there?" the speaker asked.

"Us but we don't have a key", Sam said. "Spontaneous visit so send the party guests away."

"Idio-"

The connection was interrupted and the door opened. Sam let Blaine go in first and followed. In the lift they put their bags on the ground and Blaine looked into the mirror.

"Oh my God! My hair!"

"Sexy." Sam waggled with his eyebrows.

Blaine tried to flatten his hair with spit. It didn't work.

"At least he's home", Sam said when they got out on the eighth floor and walked up to their door.

"Nine o'clock on a Saturday is not the time for surprise visits", Sebastian said when they were in the apartment. He wore a white bath robe and his hair was wild, though not as wild as Blaine's.

"I don't care. I drove the whole night, I need my bed."

Sam went to the bedroom.

"Wait! There's someone…" Sebastian said but Sam didn't listen and vanished into the room.

"In there", Sebastian sighed.

"Are you making coffee?" Blaine asked. He stood in front of the hallway mirror and had a tube of gel in the hand. This was still his apartment, he still had all the necessary stuff here.

"What the hell?" Sam called. The bedroom door opened and he stormed out.

"Who's in my bed?"

"It's not your bed, you gave it to me, remember?" Sebastian said.

"I said you should sit my apartment, not turn this into a sex lounge."

"What time is it, and most importantly, why?"

Closing a red, silky bath robe and yawning brightly, Kurt came out of the bedroom and got stared at by two very baffled young men.

"Kurt?" Blaine said. He looked at Sebastian, and back at his ex-boyfriend.

"Kurt, Kurt Hummel?" he asked again.

"Hey, sometimes things happen." Sebastian shrugged and went to the kitchen.

Meanwhile Kurt had opened his eyes and was stuttering under his breath; then he retreated and closed the bedroom door between them.

"Kurt and… Sebastian?" Blaine pointed from right to left and back.

"Ah… uhm… what?" Sam said.

"I'm still dreaming, right?"

"If so, I'm dreaming too."

"Kurt?"

"Stop it!" Sebastian called from the kitchen. "We're all adults here."

"I would disagree but right now I can't hold my eyes open", Sam said. He turned to Blaine. "I'll take the couch. Will you wake me up in a few hours, honey?"

"Yeah. Sure." Blaine said, still flustered. He kissed Sam good night, then went into the kitchen and sat down on the table.

"So… tell me more, tell me more, was it love at first sight?"

"Hilarious."

Sebastian put a mug of coffee in front of Blaine and he took many gulps from it.

"Why should I tell you, you weren't very supportive when it came to Kurt and me."

"Because it's the most unlikely thing on earth!" Blaine said. "I'm still not sure if I didn't hallucinate."

"You didn't." Sebastian took two plates with scrambled eggs on the table, one he pushed to Blaine.

"I don't know, lately we did things together without fighting too much, and then kinda…" Sebastian shrugged.

"When?"

"Last weekend. Kurt didn't want to tell anybody just yet."

"Wait, wait, wait." Blaine stopped all eating and drinking and squinted his eyes at Sebastian.

"What didn't he want to tell? This is only physical, right?"

Sebastian shrugged. "We kind of did other things like… eating out, going to the movies, talking clothes and judged other students during lunch break at NYADA…"

"So you spend time together."

"Yeah."

"Voluntarily. More than necessary."

"Yup."

"You're… dating?"

"You make it sound so gross."

"Excuse me for being more than surprised." Blaine shook his head and finished his breakfast.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Sebastian poured himself another cup of coffee.

"Actually, I would like to know that, too. I got into the car, thinking we are on our way to Sam's parents. But I didn't really pay attention to the road and then I fell asleep and woke up fifteen minutes ago, here."

"Sounds like you're getting another surprise today."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Sam is thinking something by coming here, isn't he?"

Blaine sipped from his coffee while his brain slowly awoke. This was unusual, yes. Sam had wanted to spend the weekend in Kentucky. He had to be back in Lima on Monday, so why the change of plan now?

"Maybe he brought me here so we could get married with all our supporters present", Blaine mumbled.

"Elope? My, oh my. Sounds like something Sam would do. But would you? Without your family?"

Blaine shrugged and leaned back. They hadn't found a solution for the future yet but there would always be issues and obstacles and they would get through them. Why not marry now and forget about their problems for a few days or even weeks?

"Yeah." He nodded, and a grin spread on his face. "I would. I am ready."

"Marry and then face three years long distance?" Sebastian said.

"It's only an eight hour car ride", Blaine said. Before he could think more about it, Kurt's voice made him turn his head again.

"Blaine? Oh my God, Blaine."

Now dressed, he came into the kitchen.

"I didn't want you to find out like that."

Blaine laughed. "Oh, but it was the best way possible."

"You're in a good mood", Kurt said. He let go of himself and sat down, stealing some bacon from Sebastian's plate.

"He just realised he's going to get married today", Sebastian said.

And then it happened. Maybe it was Blaine's imagination but in front of his eyes everything turned into slow-motion. Kurt leaned over and their mouths, they met, it gave a smacking noise, and Kurt turned back to Blaine as if the world hadn't just stopped.

Blaine could only stare.

"I said congratulations!" Kurt waved a hand in front of Blaine's eyes.

"Oh, yeah, no problem."

"What?" Kurt frowned.

"What?" Blaine said, too.

Sebastian laughed and pointed his phone at Blaine. When it clicked as an indicator that he had taken a photo, Blaine shook his head and forced himself to think clearly.

"I need a shower. Can I use the shower?" he asked.

"This is still your apartment", Sebastian said.

"Oh. Yeah."

Blaine walked into the bedroom to gather some clothes. This was the weirdest day ever. Kurt and Sebastian. No way! And, oh gosh, did Sam really want to marry? Would October the seventeenth be their wedding day, at last?


A few hours later Kurt and Sebastian had left and Blaine had tidied up as good as he could without waking up Sam. Eventually the blond opened his eyes, though, and immediately looked at a grinning Blaine who sat at the end of the couch.

"What?" Sam asked as he sat up.

"I know why where here, in New York."

"I doubt it."

"I know." Blaine nodded. "And I am ready."

"We're here because you're life is here", Sam said.

"My… life?" Blaine frowned. Was that a riddle?

"Let me have a coffee and a shower, then I'll explain", Sam said. Blaine got a kiss and was alone again.

His life. Mmmmh, his married life, starting today?

Hummingly he also tidied the living room until Sam finally came back. His hair was still wet and sexy, he had a mug in his hands and sat down on the couch, eyes on the floor. Blaine sat next to him and put a hand on his arm which finally made Sam look up.

His eye were watery.

"What?" Blaine asked, suddenly not joyful anymore. At all.

"We're getting married today, right?" he still said.

Sam shook his head.

"Then what? What is going on, Sam?"

"I realised something. We are too young. You belong here, you are destined to become a big star on Broadway heaven."

"And you?"

Sam shrugged. "I found my place in Lima College. We are like Finn and Rachel, as much as I hate to admit it."

Blaine took back his hand and glided away.

"Meaning we shouldn't be together? Where is this coming from now?"

"Don't look at it like that. We will marry; some day. First it's your time to shine."

Blaine sighed and shook his head.

"You're freaking me out, Sam. Have you eaten?"

"No."

"I'll make you something."

In the kitchen, Blaine put eggs and bacon in a pan and waited until it sizzled. Then he realised tears were falling down his cheeks and he wiped them away.

"What is this all about?" Blaine asked when Sam joined him.

"Everything."

"Where did you get this idea?"

"I don't know, you told me about NYADA and how you're still enrolled and what Kurt and Rachel said… and you sounded so enthusiastic and full of life. And I knew this is what you're supposed to do."

"And…" Blaine didn't know what to say. College tore people apart.

"And you'll stay in Lima?" he asked with a dry voice.

"For now." Sam still only watched his mug.

"That means long distance, Sam. Do you remember how hard that is? And what about… I mean… the wedding?"

"You were eager to postpone it only last month."

Blaine handled the food, put in on a plate and set it in front of Sam while he sat down opposite to him. It was true, last month he had suggested moving the wedding to a less stressful date. Things were different now, though! Blaine was taking a holiday semester, he had time.

But Sam had just started college.

"Why do we have such a damn timing?" he asked. "And why did you enroll in a college just because you heard they still had some openings? I can remember you not being that eager to get anywhere."

"It's not my fault, okay?" Sam said. "I found my mission in life!"

"You found Finn and decided to copy him."

"That's not fair." Sam stabbed his food with his fork.

"But it's true, isn't it? Oh, Finn's there and Ryder and Marley and it all will be just like in high school. Well, it won't, Sam."

Sam puckered his lips and laid his fork down.

"What, you want me to drop out? And then what?"

Blaine tore his hair. "I don't know. Do some soul searching. I mean, what will you do with your college degree? What's the dream behind all this?"

"I don't know yet!"

"Right, but you've found your mission in life. Sure."

Blaine got up.

"I have a good feeling about it, so why not?" Sam asked.

"Well, go to Lima then. Have fun."

He left the kitchen so he didn't have to see Sam's face anymore, and then also the apartment. Fresh air. He needed fresh air.


When Sam had finished packing a second bag he went to the living room and stared out of the window. Blaine had been gone for two hours already. When would he come back? Did he really want Sam to go to Lima without saying goodbye, parting with a fight?

But then again, what should they say to each other? Blaine needed to calm down first and see how Sam's plan was the best for everybody. What were three years, right, when they had their whole lives in front of them? They had managed long distance once, they could do it again.

Sam tried to call him but only got to voice mail. His texts weren't answered. If Blaine was waiting until Sam's car would be gone he was waiting in vain. Sam had the whole weekend and he wouldn't yield.

Nope, instead he called Rachel.

"Is he with you?"

"Oh Sam", Rachel sighed. "What have you done?"

"Nothing except being sensible. Tell him to come home or I will come to the loft."

"Should I tell it like a thread or a plead?"

"Neither."

"If you had a private plane you could easily see each other every weekend", Rachel suggested.

"Oh, thanks for the idea, yeah, let's go buy a plane." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Or you could find a college here in New York."

"Right, because those accept below-average students."

"You never know!"

"Can I talk to Blaine, please?"

There was a brief pause, then Blaine said: "What?"

"Hey, this was supposed to be a romantic gesture. You know, like Finn once brought Rachel to the train station instead of marrying her."

"So you're saying you want to break up with me."

"No, that's not –"

"Because three year long distance is a death sentence for every relationship."

"It doesn't have to –"

"And you know that this is my kryptonite, that I have made bad experiences with long distance."

"But this is us and –"

The connection was interrupted. Sam looked at his phone and gulped. He hadn't imagined the outcome like that. He hadn't thought Blaine would immediately love it but some joy about not having to give up his big New York dream… Sure, long distance was hard. Sam knew that. But they could make it, they so could!

Maybe Sam should have talked to Blaine instead of simply putting him back into the apartment. Man, why did he always do this, act before thinking? First the college enrolling, now this. Blaine was right to be furious.

But really, what else could they do?


Sunday, October 18th 2015, 13 days until Halloween


Sam opened his eyes but it stayed dark. Something had woken him up and a moment later he knew what. The door to the room opened and he heard quiet footsteps.

"Blaine?" he mumbled.

Someone got into the bed, cold clothes meeting Sam's warm skin.

"I'm still mad", Blaine whispered.

"Okay."

Sam pressed his nose into his lover's neck and inhaled. Ah, good. He was asleep again before he knew it. Maybe he wouldn't have passed out that easily had he known it would be the last time he was so close to Blaine.


The next time Sam awoke it was light outside, a grey sky greeting him to another day of this horrible month of October. No pumpkin spice and no red trees could make him feel good this morning. The other side of the bed was empty again, too.

He swallowed down the lump in his stomach – it landed in his guts – and got up.

Blaine sat on the couch in the living room, his legs pressed against his body and a mug on his knees. He didn't turn his head when Sam greeted him, and Sam sat down in the armchair.

After many long minutes Blaine said: "Sitting here won't solve anything. Go and have breakfast or something."

"Come with me to the Empire State Building", Sam said, without ever having planned to. Hey, when his intuition made him things screw up the least it could do was give him ideas to calm the storm afterward.

"What?" Blaine frowned at him.

"Just… come."

"No. No, you will say beautiful words that will make me love you even more and think we'll last forever and then we get down to the ground and nothing will have changed." Blaine shook his head and changed his position to lotus, taking his mug into both hands and sipping on it.

"But –"

"I can't do this anymore, Sam, it's one day in heaven and the next falling flat on the head with you."

"Excuse me?" The lump in Sam's guts exploded and paralyzed his limps. This wasn't what Blaine was supposed to say.

"It's not all my fault, okay?" he tried to defend himself. "I wouldn't have gone to Lima in the first place if you hadn't been so busy."

"Then why don't you just say it instead of leaving, and when I try to be with you pushing me away? Just say it."

"Say what?"

Blaine gave Sam a look that finally pushed his heart to break, the sharp pieces of it cutting into his intestines until they bled.

He wanted to say something, anything, but his throat was blocked. Blaine put his mug on the table, then pulled his engagement ring from his finger and laid it down.

Before Sam realised what was going on the other had left the room, and he was left staring at a white-gold ring that once had meant everything.


Tuesday, October 20th 2015, 11 days until Halloween


Wild rain was pouring from the dark sky. Luckily, Sam was sitting inside of a heated room and had other things to think of. Like, did he have to tell people the wedding was off for good or would Blaine do that? Because it had been Blaine's decision he might as well do it; Sam didn't know why he should.

"You know, I would have done the long distance thing, it was him who didn't want to. Who did the thing, you know, the thing", Sam explained.

"Break up", Chelsey suggested.

"No, that's not it. The ring release", Sam said.

"Also known as break up", Chelsey nodded.

"No, that's not it", Sam repeated.

"It really isn't", Ryder said. "They'll be back together in no time."

"But right know they are broken up, gosh, guys, get over it." Chelsey threw a bubble gum into her mouth and browsed through a text book.

"Should we prepare for the test now, or what?"

"We're not…" Sam waved his hand around. He couldn't even utter those words. "You know what. Just… ring release."

Ryder pitifully patted his shoulder. "We know."

"Marrying at this age is beyond stupid, anyway", Chelsey said. "You should be glad it's over. Ah, there you are!"

She greeted members of the study group who had just come to their table and settled down.

"It's just… I feel like this, here, is my place, this is what I should be doing", Sam said while Ryder nodded.

"I see the problem."

"You're such a good friend. Ryder, I think you might be my best friend. Ever."

Sam tried to hug his friend but Ryder leaned back.

"Let's focus on math for now, okay?"

Sam opened his binder. On the last page he had written notes on was a heart with 'Blam' in it. Sam quickly turned the page.

He had had plenty of time to think about what the ring release meant. No wedding, obviously. But also… were they also, you know… not together anymore? For real? No, that couldn't be. They still loved each other. They just weren't talking because they had a fight. A small, little fight, no big deal.

But when he later came home to the Anderson's, Blaine's mother wore a funny face.

"What's for dinner?" Sam asked after he had left his bag and shoes in the hallway.

"Sam, why didn't you tell me?" she asked.

"Tell you what?"

"Blaine called", Mrs. Anderson said, as heavy as if someone had died.

"Oh, for me?"

"No… just to inform me and Christopher… well, you know."

Sam shook his head.

"The situation", Mrs. Anderson said.

"Mh."

"Your separation. He also wanted to know where you're going to live now. Oh, dear", she sighed. "What a difficult time."

Sam bit his lip, suddenly not hungry anymore.

"He said you should throw me out of the house?"

"Well, no, but to be fair it would be weird if you still lived here, wouldn't it?"

Sam shook his head again, this time as a try to calm down. It didn't work, though, and he stormed upstairs where he threw all of his things into his suitcase. Only after twenty raging minutes did he notice that tears were streaming down his face.


Saturday, October 31st 2015, Halloween


Blaine didn't plan on going out tonight but there was nothing to say against having one or two drinks with his friends, so he joined them in the living room section of the loft.

"I'd asked what you are dressed as but I fear the answer will be 'nothing' even when the looks of you scream 'Zombie'", Kurt said.

"Nice to see you, too."

"I didn't say that."

"Be gentle", Rachel warned Kurt while she put a glass in front of Blaine.

It wasn't a bad dream or a hallucination like Blaine had thought in the beginning. No, it was true and he still didn't know how or what or when or why but… Sebastian was here. As Kurt's official date.

He stared at his two friends who were the unlikeliest couple ever; watched them interact like normal people without being hostile to each other. He just couldn't get over it.

"To you two." He raised his glass. "To the funny stuff that comes out of life."

They frowned but went with it.

"Blaine, you deserve a toast as well", Rachel said. "You have made such a big sacrifice for your career. If you ask me that's how life is, you can't have both, it's either love or fame and believe me, fame is the better choice. It will never disappoint you."

"Except when it fades away and leaves your heart empty", Sebastian said.

"Some people are so pessimistic", Rachel sighed. "But then again, some people do have reason to, seeing that some people won't get that famous… having chosen love and all."

"You are the biggest drama queen from all of us and that's saying a lot." Kurt lifted his glass, too, and nodded at Blaine.

"Whatever life will bring you, let's hope it's the best. To all of us", he added.

"Also, it was Sam's choice", Blaine threw in before he drank his booze.

"What?" he then asked as he found that his friends hadn't drunk but stared at him.

"Did you just say his name… out loud?" Sebastian wondered.

"Oh God, where's my red marker?" Kurt pretended to look for something.

"Stop it! I'm not… it's not…" Blaine stuttered. He put his glass down. "Come on, we're adults. We can talk about things like that. Sam said stuff and then did the opposite because he didn't have the guts to tell me how things really were."

"Uhu, here we go", Kurt muttered. "Rachel, give me another drink."

"Get yourself one. Blaine, you have every right to be angry and mad, yet sad and heart broken."

Sebastian raised his hand and Rachel actually pointed at him from her armchair.

"You have a question?"

"Yes, since we're now talking about it, uhm, might I ask why, for heaven's sake, why?"

"I told you. We had different plans. What would you have done?"

"Uh, make Sam move here? Why did he even move away in the first place?"

Blaine shook his head. "His mission is in Lima."

Kurt rolled his eyes, then buried his face on Sebastian's shoulder while he mumbled something.

"Sam is not exactly a city boy and you know it", Rachel said. "Isn't it nice how everyone has found their place and is happy?"

"Everyone's happy, sure, I drink to that." Sebastian emptied his glass and got up to get the bottle that Rachel had put next to her seat.

"Everyone will be happy after the biggest trouble is over", Rachel said. "Believe me. Blaine, you should start seeing someone just for the sake of it. Have some fun, be casual..."

"I agree, you need to get laid", Sebastian said by sitting down and pouring drinks for everyone.

"I don't." Blaine rolled his eyes. "Not everything in life is about sex."

He got out his phone and opened facebook so that his friends would talk about something else. Two weeks without Sam but his phone was unusual quiet. He would have thought Sam would load him with texts, beg Blaine to try long distance or even tell him that he would quit college and come back to New York. Not that Blaine would have wanted that now that he knew Sam didn't like it.

But nothing. It even was Sam who had undone their relationship status at facebook and it had confirmed Blaine's nasty fear that this was how Sam wanted it. Long distance was hard and it wasn't fair to ask anyone to do it for three years.

Blaine put his phone away and drove a hand over his eye.

"Give me that", he said, leaning forward to get the bottle. Of course his friends cheered but he didn't care. Tonight he wouldn't care about anything and forgot everything with hopes it would numb the pain.

That was what alcohol was there for, anyway.

The end


Author's Note: Who's crying? I sure am! :( Of course there will be another sequel, I couldn't let it end for real like that but I don't know when it will come. Might take a year or so... If you want to stay tuned follow me either here or my tumblr blog (blame-blam). And please tell me what you think of Kurtbastian! I feel like Blaine, like, how weird, OMG! But also kind of cute. :) (And I wonder how long it will last, lol.)