Kurt's POV
I got off the phone with Blaine, and my mind started racing. He didn't want to go into musical theatre? I had always assumed that since he loved acting and singing that he would want to do it for a living with me. With me might have been a bit of the problem. I had always assumed that we would go to the same college, have the same job, hang out with the same friends… maybe that wasn't quite healthy. But all the same, I had thought that we would do everything hand in hand.
I jogged down the stairs to see if the chicken was defrosted, only to bump into the oafish person living in my house. Normally, I would have apologized, but I was still appalled at his behavior towards Blaine.
"Whoa, sorry man," he said. I ignored him and continued to the kitchen. However, he wasn't finished. "Listen dude, I know that I did something bad but you have to forgive me sometime!"
I whipped around, nearly smacking him in the face with the back of my head. "Sometime? Yes, Finn, eventually. A long, long time down the road. But now? No. Is there a chance in hell that it'll be soon? No. None at all. And if you don't stay out of my way, I swear to God I'll break Lucifer out of his cage myself and sick him on your ass."
Finn stared at me with shock. He wasn't used to me acting so aggressively, but he would if he kept getting in my face.
"Boys!" I heard my dad yell from downstairs, "Stop fighting and take a second to breathe!"
I huffed off into the kitchen to make dinner. I could hear Finn whining from upstairs, "Burt, I didn't do anything wrong this time!" and Dad replying with, "Shut up, kid. You're fighting a losing battle."
Dinner came and went, like dinners do. It was filled with tension between myself and Finn, worry between Dad and Carole, and just overall discontentment. Once everyone finished eating, I quickly darted up to my room. I couldn't take the awkward stares for a second longer. I had just settled down to read the February issue of Vogue when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," I called absentmindedly, absorbed in Emma Stone's fabulous outfit. My God, that red coat was amazing.
My dad stepped in, with a "You got a sec, Kurt?"
I nodded, albeit confused with where this conversation was headed.
"So… not that I don't love having you here, but when are you getting back to your life in New York?"
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "I really don't know Dad. Blaine needs me here with him, but I also can't miss much more of school without being expelled just because of attendance… I can't decide between my old dreams and my new ones."
"You don't have to choose one or the other. You're issue with Blaine was that you guys weren't communicating, right?" I nodded reluctantly. "Then just work out a schedule that you guys stick to no matter what. But Kurt, you can't give up Broadway. You would suffocate without it."
I sighed, knowing what I had to do. "I guess it's time to start booking plane tickets and letting Rachel know that I'm coming home." As much as I loved Blaine, I really missed New York City. I missed the constant noise, the people on the streets, my apartment, my job in Vogue, and most of all, the city itself. I knew that it was really where I belonged.
A few days later, Blaine and I were at the airport. Blaine wiped away a tear, trying to be strong, but I cried enough for the both of us.
"We're going to make this work, I promise," I sniffled, "I won't neglect you this time, but you need to make sure that you tell me what you need. Okay?"
He nodded, and sang, voice breaking,
Hey there Delilah Hey there Delilah Oh it's what you do to me Hey there Delilah Hey there Delilah Oh it's what you do to me A thousand miles seems pretty far Hey there Delilah Oh it's what you do to me
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.
With that, I had to turn my back on my boyfriend and head into the terminal. I worried about whether or not he could handle being by himself, but he was strong and had friends. Blaine would be fine.
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, it would not be headed where it was.
Hey! Sorry, massive surprise project and uncooperative jerks of partners. Fun! Thanks to GarethGlee14 for reminding me that I had to write this. Review please!