A/N:

These next two chapters are short because it's the huge climax of the story, yes, the one I dreamt about, brace yourself. fortheloveofgoddonotskipaheadandruinit


Thursdays always made Kurt feel in a weirdly down mood. It was something about knowing you were past the middle of the week, and tomorrow would be the start of the weekend, that left Kurt in a slump every single time a Thursday rolled around. Not only that, but he knew things with him and Blaine were coming to an end. The long distance was killing them both, and even though they were each other's worlds, Kurt knew they were going to have to mutually agree that a break was what their relationship needed. He knew they'd be able to fall back into place once Blaine graduated and moved to New York, but for now, life had been just too crazy to focus on their relationship. The only thing is, Blaine hadn't been talking to him, like at all, so Kurt wondered how they'd be able to come to that agreement. He debated on going back to Lima, but work and school came first, and he'd already booked a trip home for Christmas. It was only October 4th, so there was still quite a while before that happened.

Work had been especially tough today. A critic had come in, to review all the progress the interns had been making, and to send a few home who weren't fit enough for the promotion. Kurt had been on his heels trying to impress the middle-aged man, making sure everything he did was meticulous, which left him exhausted by the time he'd gotten back to the loft. He'd napped for a few hours, then went for a bit of shopping with Rachel, who was in a peppy mood today, but that was like her normal self so it didn't raise any suspicions. Jesse was gone all day, and still hadn't been home, so it was just to two of them that night. Around 9pm or so, Rachel randomly got up from where she sat next to Kurt watching TV, and said she had to go run an errand. This was pretty weird, considering the time, and why she hadn't done said errand while they were out earlier.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Kurt asked, not really wanting to go, because he was so comfy where he laid eating a tub of strawberry ice cream, but offering anyways.

"No!" Rachel quickly cut in. "I need to pick up something for you."

"Sounds exciting. Okay, I won't keep you, have fun."

"Love you!" She called, before exiting the loft.

A million possible ideas ran through Kurt's mind of where she could be going. His birthday wasn't until the end of May, so he highly doubted she'd be getting something for that. It was too early for any Christmas shopping as well.

There was only one thing that was fitting all the information Kurt had, and he really wasn't liking the thought of it.


It was hard navigating the airport, but Rachel used her memory from when she picked up Jesse to guide her. She finally arrived where she was supposed to go, only to see Blaine standing there in a dark gray jacket, over a black sweater vest and a blue button up with a plaid collar. He was wearing black jeans, and his curls were tightly gelled, which was strange, because Blaine had stopped using gel completely over a year ago, knowing how much easier it was to style his hair that way, but mostly because how much Kurt liked it natural. He was looking around the airport nervously, luggage in hand, visibly relaxing when he caught sight of his sister. The pair hugged, but it was hard to be excited to see him because sadness was practically radiating off of Blaine, and it was evident how hard these past few months had been on him.

The boy who used to be Rachel's sarcastic, attractive, and peppy brother had been replaced by this new Blaine. This Blaine had bags under his eyes, showing how exhausted he really was, and looked as if he'd aged twenty years since she'd last seen him. His eyes, which were his most striking feature in her opinion, because you could always read them, were nothing but cold and dull, the light completely gone from them. They were glassy as well, like Blaine was barely holding back tears. This broke Rachel. He'd been alone for what, three months, and he already looked like this? How would he possible survive the next few, especially having lost the love of his life?

Blaine followed Rachel out of the airport, and to the car rental place, where he had rented one for his brief stay in New York. It had begun to pour rain outside, so both siblings were soaked by the time they'd found the right car and gotten inside. Rachel had offered to drive, knowing her brother was in no condition to be on the road right now, but Blaine insisted he was fine. He punched in the address on the provided GPS, and the two were on their way.

It was silent for a while, Rachel was scared to try to talk to her own brother, not wanting to say the wrong thing and piss him off. It was obvious he knew his future with Kurt was not looking too good, and it must've been why Blaine decided to come to New York in the first place. Rachel didn't have to worry about conversation starters after it turned out to be Blaine who spoke first after all.

"He's going to break up with me." It wasn't even a question.

"It's not my place to say, but I know he doesn't want to. You should see how much of a mess he is. I do think you two need to call it quits while you still care about each other, so when you come here next year, you two won't be on bad terms so it'll be easier to get back together again, if that's what you want."

"Of course that's what I want! I don't want anyone or anything else. But I know what you mean, it's just really hard to think of him seeing other people, and life without him."

"Blaine, I highly doubt Kurt will become promiscuous or anything, but I can't guarantee you'll both stay devoted to each other during your time apart either."

Blaine only nodded, eyes still focused on the road. Then, he began to cry, and not just little tears, it was full sobs. Rachel reached out and put a hand on his knee, rubbing soothing circles, as her brother tried to form sentences about how much this would hurt, and how he can't be alone anymore.

"Blaine, I think you should let me drive for a little. It's hard to focus on the road when you're crying."

"I'm fi-fine."

"No, you very clearly aren't, please let me drive." Rachel was starting to get worried for both of their safeties now.

Blaine didn't say anything, choosing to ignore her as he cried even harder, gripping onto the steering wheel as if it were life support.

"I seriously don't think this is safe Blaine, especially not on the highway. Just pull over or some- "

"Shut the fuck up, Rachel! Seriously, sometimes you are just so goddamn annoying."

This caused her to recoil, removing her hand from her brother's knee as if it burned her to touch. She sat back in her seat, and dropped the subject, facing forward.

He had only taken his hands off the wheel for a second to wipe at his wet eyes when it happened.

Little did he know, but that was the last conversation Blaine Anderson would ever have with his older sister.