A/N: hi everyone so I'd just like to start by apologizing for slowing down on the updating front. I just got a job and it's been harder to find the time to write. Having a good idea always helps so feel free to send me suggestions. This chapter is a little different. I didn't format it the same and there is a lot of Sam (no Kum though, I promise. I don't like it when straight characters are turned gay but whatever). I hope you like it, let me know
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Katie
P.S. to the person who sent me the anonymous review saying the Kurt is too prudish, I was not offended at all. I was actually kinda happy to have something to write too. I'm really happy about how ch10 turned out and I'm not sure I would have written the kiss if it weren't for your comment so thank-you

It's always weird saying goodbye to people. There is this immediate sense of loss and sadness and yet within a few weeks it can be almost as if you had never met. You can say that you'll stay in touch and that you'll get together in a few years but that never works. Eventually the e-mails will stop and the person's face will slip from your mind and someone you used to see and talk to everyday, someone you considered a good friend will become nothing more than a hazy name from your past. It's weird because you both know that this is how it works, that this is what will inevitably happen, and yet you will both play along convincingly, if only in order to ease that immediate sense of loss and sadness.

Tidying up the family room with Finn, Rachel, Mercedes, and Blaine, Kurt knew that within time he would fade from all of their memories. The bright, blonde hair would grow dimmer, the trouty lips would deflate, the deep, blue eyes would become shallower, the sounds of Navi would grow quiet, the impressions of dubious former presidents would cease to cause uproars of laughter, and the image of the good old country boy and his guitar would fade with the passing of each day in the overbearing Ohio, summer sun. Sam would be forgotten.

Kurt knew that is was silly to get upset about Sam. They had never really been that close. Sam was just another one of the guys and he seemed to fit in with them immediately. Kurt had always felt on the outs with the guys and after he realized that he was on his way to creating 'Finn number two' out of the new kid, Kurt had decided that it would be best if he just gave the boy some space. The lack of a true bond never stopped Sam from standing up for Kurt. Sam was just one of those kids with a big heart and although Kurt vowed that he would never forget that, he knew that it would shrink away over time just like everything else about Sam would.

Kurt looked over at Mercedes and his heart slightly broke for her. Sam would always mean more to Mercedes than Mercedes meant to Sam and not because Sam was just playing her or just wasn't that into her but because Sam was really Mercedes first boyfriend. They were kind of perfect together. Mercedes was loud and sassy and Sam was calm and collected. Not that Mercedes had horrible self esteem issues but Sam certainly did help build her up with that kind, and thoughtful heart of his. Kurt knew that they hadn't crossed the love line yet but that didn't mean that they didn't care for each other. He knew that this would be hard for her. It would be harder on her than anyone else and yet Kurt knew that over time her memory of Sam would fade too.

Deep in thought, Kurt could vaguely make out the sounds of his brother and his boyfriend laughing with each other. It always warmed his heart to know that the two of them got along so well. It was one of the many things that made it easy to see a future with Blaine. These things were always welcomed in Kurt's mind because there were always a few other things that made Kurt apprehensive about their future.

They were young and still had a lot of growing up to do as individuals. They would be attending different high schools for their senior year which would make it hard to spend time together. Blaine's parents were always somewhat of a wild card. Blaine had yet to tell them about Kurt and although Kurt agreed that that was probably best, it still worried him. Despite the promise that the two boys made to each other before nationals there was always the possibility of them not ending up in New York together.

That was it though, there were always possibilities. There were an endless, unlimited, infinite, amount of paths either of their lives could take. Not everything can be planned to T. Kurt's mother had not planned on getting cancer and leaving her husband and son. Danny had not planned t be attacked, resulting in his mother wanting to relocate and leaving Blaine all alone. Sam's father had not planned on getting laid off. The Evans' hadn't planned on having to live in a motel. They hadn't planned on having to move back to Tennessee in order to live with family until they got back on their feet. Sam hadn't planned on hurting Mercedes in the process. It was just how life played out and no matter how good two people were for each other or how amazing their lives could have been or even how much they need one another, life could step in at any time and force a goodbye. It could happen to anyone. It could happen to him and Blaine.

Kurt couldn't imagine his life without Blaine. Sure he would function but there would be just be this hollow in him, a gaping void that could only be validated by a short boy, with an affinity for coffee and coming up with sickeningly sweet endearments who had curly, dark hair, the voice of an angel, and golden, brown eyes that open up into the most kind, honest, and playful soul that Kurt had ever known. It made Kurt nauseous to think that the Blaine he knew would ever fade from his mind and become an insignificant six letter, one syllable word from long ago. Kurt didn't think that that could ever happen. Blaine meant so much to him. He gave him hope, understanding, normalcy, acceptance, safety, warmth, joy, laughter, and most importantly love. They had given the world back to each other after the cruelties of society had taken it away. They meant so much to each other. How could he ever forget Blaine?

As Blaine sauntered up behind Kurt to wrap his arms him and rest his head on Kurt's shoulder after the family room had been cleaned from Sam's Goodbye Party, Kurt realized that it wasn't the way that Blaine had made him feel that he would forget, it would be the actual feeling of Blaine himself. The squeeze of his strong arms or inviting hands, the rough scrape of his five o'clock shadow or his calloused fingers along his cheek, the warmth of his body pressed into Kurt's, the slight hesitation in his lips when he went in for a kiss, the weight of his shoulder as he leaned into him. Kurt would forget the scent of peppermint and sawdust that seemed to cling to his boyfriend. He would forget the little things that simply made Blaine who he was, the idiosyncrasies that he fell in love with, that had him falling in love with Blaine again, every time they were together. Those golden, honey eyes would eventually turn brown.

Finn had left to drive the girls home, leaving Blaine and Kurt alone in the house. Kurt turned in his boyfriend's arms, wrapping his own arms around Blaine's neck and holding him close.

"We're not allowed to forget about each other, ok?"

"What? Kurt ar…"

"Blaine, just promise me we won't forget each other. I never want to ever have to say goodbye to you but life just happens sometimes and I, I just…"

"I promise, Kurt. And just for the record, I will never say goodbye to you."