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Chapter 25
Kurt ran down the stairs at lightning speed, barely caring if his hair looked like he had been through a windstorm.
"Woah, are you that excited for your first day of classes?" Burt asked over a cup of coffee, "I thought we were over that phase."
"Yes, that ended with pimples, varsity football players, and slushies," Kurt mused, throwing an apple into his bag, "I'm off."
"It's 6:30 in the morning, Kurt, and you get that Senior Privilege that means you don't have class until 9. Where are you going?"
Kurt made sure the cuffs on his shirt were equally folded and looked up at his father, who wore an expression of disbelief on his face. "I'm going to Blaine's."
"Kurt," Blaine put his coffee cup down, "I know you two are in love and it may seem like you can't live without each other, but you can. You used to only see each other on weekends, you'll be fine. If you really feel like it's going to be that bad maybe you should consider it a test for if you both…"
"Don't," Kurt held up a finger, "I'm going to Blaine's because Danni is freaking out over going to school this morning. Blaine can't really speak about going to public school, so he asked me to talk to her."
"But seeing Blaine doesn't hurt, does it?" Burt smiled at his son, any judgment gone from his eyes.
"No," Kurt answered simply, "I'll see you later Dad, okay?"
"Kurt…" Burt said quickly.
Kurt turned and raised an eyebrow.
"Be careful today, okay? Avoid Karofsky." Burt gave him a pointed look before returning to the sports section of the newspaper.
Kurt spun on his heel and walked out to his car, already imagining the verbal bitch slap he wanted to give Karofsky if he even said anything.
The drive to Blaine's farm was now easier for him to navigate than the roads to McKinley. He arrived early, around 7. He walked slowly to the door, listening to any signs of movement.
"Oh thank god," he heard before he was crushed into a hug, "I didn't know what to do with her!" Blaine squeezed him a little more before pulling back. "She's freaking out."
Kurt broke from Blaine's grasp and darted into the house. "Upstairs," Blaine's mom pointed, a harried look on her face.
Kurt took the stairs by two as he made his way up to the small girl. She was huddled on her bed, "Kurt?" she whispered, "Why are you here?"
Kurt toed his shoes off quickly and jumped into the bed with her, pulling the girl into his arms, "Danni, are you scared?"
"What if they don't like me? Blaine said they would because I'm nice…but what if they think I'm funny or I'm stupid because I lived on the farm?" She looked up quickly and patted the other side of her bed. Kurt looked over his shoulder to see Blaine take his shoes off and join her on the other side.
"You'll be fine, sweetheart," Kurt soothed, gripping Blaine's hand behind her, "You're still young so lots of kids are moving around."
Danni sniffled a little, "What if they think I'm ugly because of my tooth?" She opened her mouth to reveal the gap where one of her front teeth would be.
"Tell them you got into a fight," Blaine suggested, "Then they will know not to mess with you."
She giggled a little and burrowed into the space between the boys.
"None of that," Blaine said, grabbing her by the waist and picking her up, "You need to get your butt dressed."
Kurt's ears perked up, "I can help you pick something, Danni."
She nodded quickly, "Blaine took me shopping yesterday so I had clothes that everyone else had."
Kurt felt his jaw drop, "You let Blaine pick your clothes? Oh dear." He walked over to her small closet and saw rows of jeans, a few jumpers, and a brand new pair of pink Converse shoes. "Maybe you didn't do too badly."
Blaine smiled proudly, running a brush through Danni's hair. "I may have had a little help."
"The lady helped us! She was really nice," Danni sighed as Blaine started braiding down the one side of her head.
"You can French braid?" Kurt asked, impressed.
"Of course," Blaine quickly worked his way through Danni's hair, pausing every now and then to make sure her braids were even.
Kurt looked through the girl's jeans and picked a pair of Bermuda shorts. Normally he hated them, but on little girls they worked. "This is pretty," Kurt looked at a short sleeved pink shirt with necklaces printed on it, "Kids Gap, really Blaine, the Gap?"
"It had kids in the title," Blaine reasoned, finishing up the braids, "Okay, go brush your teeth so you don't get toothpaste on your outfit."
She ran to the bathroom quickly, a smile on her face.
Blaine started making her bed, "Do you really think she'll be okay?"
"Kids can be mean," Kurt admitted, "but she's a great kid. She'll make friends, I promise."
Blaine nodded, though his eyes looked sad.
"You okay?" Kurt put his arms around Blaine's waist.
"She's growing up," Blaine laughed, "I feel like I'm so old."
Kurt put both of his hands on Blaine's cheeks and leaned down to kiss him, "You aren't old," he whispered when they finally broke apart.
Blaine grinned, "I have to go grab something, but I'll be right back, okay?"
Kurt nodded and stood awkwardly in the room. He moved around to straighten some things he saw out of place. For a brief second he allowed his mind to wander towards the future. He could imagine himself with Blaine in New York, their daughter getting ready for his first day of school, and the same scene happening. Blaine being so overcome with emotion that he needed to leave the room so no one would see. They'd be happy together, maybe even have a dog. Or a few children. Or a few dogs. Kurt felt his heartbeat increase dramatically when he thought about the possibility of a future like that.
Danni came running back into the room, fully dressed in her clothes. "You have some toothpaste," Kurt motioned to his mouth and she grabbed a tissue to wipe it off. "You look beautiful," he said, tapping the end of her nose lightly.
"My freckles look funny," she said, trying to cover them with her hand, "But Blaine told me that was where the angels kissed me."
Kurt smiled at the little girl, "Indeed it was. Come on, let's go get you breakfast. You can't be late for your first day."
"Where's Blaine?" She grabbed Kurt's hand and they walked down the stairs together. "He better not have gone to the fields already today."
"He said he was going to grab something," Kurt said absently, glancing at the now familiar kitchen. "What do you want for breakfast?" He had no idea where Blaine's mother got to, but she was nowhere to be found now.
"Eggs!" Danni said happily, sitting down on the bench at the small kitchen table.
Kurt wanted to say no, because Pam Cooking Spray did not go with his outfit, but the happy look on Danni's face told him to just suck it up.
"Err..where are you eggs?" Kurt opened the refrigerator and glanced inside.
"Right here," Mr. Anderson walked into the house holding several brown eggs. "Do you want me to do that, Kurt?"
"No, no," Kurt waved him off, "Go. I'm fine, I actually love cooking."
He smiled at Kurt before walking out, holding the door open for Blaine. "That boyfriend of yours is cooking, better hurry up and grab a seat," he joked before taking off for the largest barn.
"You're cooking?" Blaine's eyes got really wide and he slipped into the seat next to Danielle. "I love when you cook."
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Where do you have Pam?"
"Who?"
"Pam, the cooking spray." Kurt spun around, "Wait. You don't use Pam, do you?"
"No….we use butter," Blaine said helpfully.
Kurt wrinkled his nose, "How are you not 300 pounds?"
"We work our food off?" Blaine asked skeptically, "Do you want me to help you?"
"No," Kurt sighed a cut a small sliver of butter off from the stick, "Just sit back and watch a master at work."-
It took him nearly twenty minutes, but Kurt eventually turned out the best scrambled eggs either Danielle or Blaine had ever eaten.
Mrs. Anderson walked into the house soon after, carrying a pile of fruit, "Oh, Blaine, you cooked? I didn't smell anything burning."
"Kurt cooked," Blaine said, rubbing his stomach, "and it was good."
Mrs. Anderson raised an eyebrow at Kurt, "You can cook?"
"Yes," he admitted.
She nodded, "Good. It's good to know someone's going to be cooking for my boy when he gets to New York."
Kurt smiled widely at her, and she leaned down to kiss Danielle's head, "Baby, I need to go to town with your father. But you be a good girl today, okay?"
Danielle nodded and Kurt swore he saw her tear up.
"Why don't we go say goodbye to your father, and then Blaine and Kurt can take you to the bus stop?" She suggested, taking the small girl's hand, "I have no idea where Connor is. Probably with his nose in some book again. I swear, that boy."
Blaine cleaned up the dishes while Kurt leaned against the counter watching him. Once again, his mind wandered to this exact thing happening in New York. Kurt would make dinner, and Blaine would do the dishes. Eventually he hoped Blaine would pick up enough skill to cook dinner as well, but Kurt knew that would take time.
Blaine walked over and wrapped his arms low on Kurt's waist, "Please just never go to school," he mumbled, "I'm going to be so lonely. I don't even have that much work to distract myself."
Kurt cooed into Blaine's ear, rubbing his hands up and down his back to comfort him, "Just think, at this time next year, you'll be at Columbia, I'll by at NYU or Parsons or Julliard, and we'll be living together."
Blaine grinned and kissed Kurt's neck before linking their fingers together and pulling Kurt out of the kitchen.
"Did they already leave?" Kurt questioned when he noticed the empty spot where the better Anderson truck usually sat.
"I guess so," Blaine mused, looking around for Danielle or Connor.
"There she is," Kurt motioned towards the tree swing a few yards off.
Blaine pulled them over, "Are you ready, Danni?"
She nodded slowly, using her feet to sway the swing.
"Do you have your pencils? Your erasers? Your lunch? Your tissues? Your book? Your paper? Your folders? Your back pack?" Blaine asked quickly, going faster and faster with each word until Danielle was in a fit of giggles on the swing.
"Yes!" she said, nodding furiously, "You helped me pack my backpack and check it like a bajillion times last night!"
Blaine laughed, "You're right. Come on, we better find that book worm and walk to the bus stop."
"He's already there," she said, grabbing one of Kurt's hands and one of Blaine's and walking with them toward the bus stop. "He said he wanted to make sure he got there first so he could sit in the front of the bus. I told him all the cool kids sit in the back."
"Which is exactly why he'll be in the front," Blaine mused quietly so only Kurt could hear him.
Danielle skipped and walked the entire way to the bus stop. She immediately was approached by another little girl who grinned shyly at first, but then the two were talking and comparing backpacks. Danielle had a My Little Pony one, while the other little girl had a Barbie backpack.
"Forgotten already," Blaine sighed, "I knew this day would come."
Kurt grinned and they stood there in silence with Connor, who was already halfway through his next book.
Eventually the small yellow bus came, and Danielle had another moment of panic. She hugged Kurt tightly, then threw herself at Blaine. "I want to stay home with you," she whispered into his neck, "Please?"
"No, you go sit with Lori," he pointed to the little girl now looking out the window at them, "and you'll be fine. I believe in you," he knelt down to hug her again, "You go show them how smart you are, okay?"
She nodded, through she still had a few tears running down her face. "I love you, Blaine."
"I love you too baby girl."
"I love you Kurt," she looked up at Kurt with a watery smile.
"I love you too," he whispered before shooing her up the steps of the bus. He looked over to see Blaine with tears running down his face as well.
"She's all grown up," he said quietly.
They stood there for a long while after the bus drove away.
Kurt sighed and started pulling Blaine back towards the house. "I need to get going too," he said once they returned to the farm, "I still have to drive all the way back to McKinley."
Blaine nodded, looking around the farm, "I guess I'll work on some more college applications while I'm all alone."
"Shouldn't you hear back from Columbia soon?" Kurt questioned, wrapping his fingers around Blaine's belt loops and pulling him closer.
"Yeah," Blaine sighed, reaching up on his tiptoes to kiss Kurt. "Do you really have to go?"
"YES!" Kurt said exasperatedly.
Blaine pouted, "Fine. But I'll miss you."
Kurt was suddenly emotional too, "I'll miss you too. I'll see you on Friday though, remember?"
"You'll see me before then hopefully," Blaine whispered.
"Blaine, I don't want you driving all the way to Lima every day." Kurt said in a non-convincing tone.
"Yes you do," Blaine reasoned, "and I work during the day now everyday but Monday, so I'll be closer."
Kurt shook his head and leaned in for another kiss, "I'm never going to get work done this year, am I?"
Blaine looked thoughtful for a moment, "Nope," he decided.
Kurt broke apart after one final peck and jumped into his car, "I'll see you at some point," he said wistfully.
Blaine held up a finger and walked away. When he returned, he clutched a small grouping of daisies. "I picked these for you," he mumbled, turning away and flushing.
Kurt pushed himself out of the window slightly and kissed Blaine's pink cheek, "They're beautiful."
Kurt wouldn't tell Blaine this, but he'd put them in his locker amongst the other things he had: pictures of himself and his glee friends, a few pictures of himself and Blaine, a picture of his dream future hotel, a few random fashion images, and a large picture of just Blaine.
They kissed a few more times before Kurt decided he was going to be really late for his French class, and drove quickly out of the driveway.
He saw Blaine standing and waving until he was nothing more than a speck in the background.
Kurt knew he shouldn't feel so badly about leaving Blaine behind, but he still had to do it, if only for their future.
When Kurt arrived at school, the air seemed different.
He walked into school without anyone throwing him against lockers, without anyone throwing an iced drink into his face. No one called him names, and a few people even smiled at him.
Classes were changing and he spotted Finn walking hand in hand with Rachel down the hall, she ran over to him like they hadn't just seen each other last week. "Kurt! Did you hear the news?"
"No," he said absently, "I just got here," he was still looking around and wondering what the heck was going on.
"Karofsky's dad transferred jobs to Minnesota. He's gone!" She hugged him again, "He's gone, Kurt!"
Kurt felt like an extreme weight was lifted off of his shoulders, a weight he hadn't even known was there before.
"Oh my god," he said eventually, "I might actually get a happy senior year!"
"That's right, Lady Lips, we're going to nationals too," Santana said.
Kurt rolled his eyes, somehow when Santana said an insult, it didn't sound quite as demeaning. "Well, if I get a solo, it will."
It seemed weird to Kurt, that everything was falling back into place like they weren't seniors, like this wasn't the last year there were going to experience this.
He found it weird that no one was even pretending to be sad, because if they were being truthful, they all wanted to leave and become something bigger than this town. Even if some of their dreams weren't going to come true, Kurt knew his would.
The day passed with no importance, just boring, placeholder classes that really meant nothing in the grand scheme of Kurt's life.
But he missed Blaine, a lot. The painful sting of being completely cut off from him was more palpable every second.
He couldn't see him.
He couldn't hear him.
He couldn't even text him.
By Glee, Kurt was on the edge of his seat. He already decided that he was going to drive home to see his Dad for a few minutes and tell him the news about Karofsky, and then drive back to the farm. He'd say it was because Connor had a bad first day at school and needed someone to talk to.
His dad would buy that.
Mr. Schue stood at the front of the room, "Okay everyone, we already have a new recruit this year, his name is Victor and he's from Barcelona. Please give him a round of applause."
Victor walked into the room and since almost everyone knew him, they clapped happily. Kurt sent him a thumbs up and Victor smiled cheekily at him.
Even though Victor sometimes got on his last nerve, Kurt really did like him. He was funny, had a lot of things in common with him, and was great to go shopping with.
Victor stood in front of the piano, "I would like to sing a very special song for my audition. It's by my hero, Enrique Iglesias."
Kurt nearly snorted at the pun, but no one else seemed to get it, so he kept quiet.
The music started and Victor sort of swayed with the music. He opened his mouth wide and sang:
You can be a million miles away from me
You can be kissin' another man's lips
But I'm you man, I'm your man
If tomorrow would stay behind
And I close my eyes and I never wake up
I'm still your man
I'm still your man, I'm your man
The hair on the back of Kurt's neck stood straight up, because Victor was terrible.
I pray to God, I pray for time
I pray I can hold you in my arms
Pray with me eternally
Time is forever ours
It's the way that you smile
The way that you cry
Why I always want to be your man
it's the way that I feel, when I feel you inside
Why I always want to be your man
Kurt could barely listen to the words of the song because his ears were nearly bleeding. He just wanted the torture to be over.
You can be a million miles away from me
you can be kissin' another man's lips
But I'm your man, I'm your man
They can take away my heart and my soul
They can even tell me you don't love me no more
But I'm your man, I'm your man
I won't give up, I won't let you down
I promise to always stand by your side
Pray for faith, pray for you
Pray that we'll always be
Kurt said a silent "amen" when Mr. Schue put his hand up to stop him from singing. Kurt wasn't sure what he was going to do, because Victor always said he was a great singer.
Victor smiled and took a seat between Kurt and Finn, smiling as he sat down.
Kurt rubbed his temple and counted down the hours until he could see Blaine.
Apparently it wouldn't be that long.
Kurt pulled into his driveway and saw Blaine leaning against his truck, grinning at Kurt.
"Well, if you aren't a sight for these sore eyes," Kurt said, jumping out of the car and hugging Blaine, lingering a little breath in his scent. "How did you know I missed you?"
Blaine swayed a little, "Because I missed you. And because I got this," he held up a large white envelope. In the corner in blue print, it said Columbia.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered, "What is that."
"Early admissions," Blaine said, "Kurt, I made early admissions! I'm going to Columbia!"
Kurt knew that early admissions meant that Blaine was one of the lucky few who got a special scholarship to the school, and were immediately put into the honors program.
Kurt surged forward and hugged him tightly, "Blaine! Oh my god, yes!" In a surprising bout of strength, Kurt picked up Blaine and twirled him in a circle, crying softly into his shoulder. "I'm so proud of you."
Blaine gave him a watery grin and took his hand to lead him to the front porch step, "Now, you tell me all about your first day of school."
Kurt happily launched into his story about Karofsky, French class, and Victor's horrible singing voice.
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