I have Tamagotchi fever. The only problem is that I don't have a Tamagotchi. And did you know those things are collectors items now and worth hundreds? And we used to throw them out once they died as kids because it was cheaper to buy a new Tamagotchi than buy new batteries.

I want one!

From Klaineforthewin: You know the phrase "a kiss to remember me by"? So like one of them is moving, or joining the military, or they're breaking up, or what have you, basically they won't see each other again for a long time to ever again, and the other one kisses them goodbye.

I refer to it as the army. You'll have to forgive my Australianisms here but I'd get far too confused if I changed it.

I wrote this story when I was publishing around Chapter 92. I couldn't get this out of my head because I had a dream that I was dating Blaine (as Kurt) and I left him for eight months and had to say goodbye. And when I wrote it, I wrote a sequel which will be up straight after this chapter is. I encourage you to read that too, it's called Four Years On.

Goodbye

"It's only four years."

"You can't use the words 'only' and 'four years' in a sentence and expect that it'll make me feel okay."

Blaine sighed, shifting his bag to his other hand. "I know."

Kurt sighed as well. He was still attempting to smile, but Blaine knew it had been fake for the past few days. In the few months of their relationship, they had simply been able to ignore the impending date coming up, ignore the fact that Blaine had already signed up for this, that there was no choice anymore.

Blaine had tried to convince Kurt not to date him. After all, he was leaving soon, he had tried to reason to the other boy. He loved Kurt, yes, more than he thought he could ever love anybody, but he didn't want either of them to end up heartbroken. But Kurt had fought back. "Why shouldn't we be able to have a few months of happiness, Blaine?" he had asked, and try as he could, Blaine couldn't argue. He had kept the physical aspect out of their relationship completely though, knowing that it would be even harder to leave if he so much as kissed Kurt.

And now it came to this. Both of them, standing outside the airport, trying to fight back their tears. And even as he thought that, he saw Kurt succumb, the first tear slipping down his cheek. "I just don't want to lose you," he whispered brokenly, successfully breaking Blaine's heart.

"I know," he whispered back, opening his arms. Kurt all but fell into them, burying his head into his shoulder. Blaine pressed his cheek against Kurt's temple, inhaling his scent for the last time in four years... and possibly the last time ever. "I know, but you'll never lose my heart. You'll never lose what we've shared."

Kurt nodded, pressing his head in closer. Blaine rubbed his back, his own tears beginning to fall. I never thought it would hurt this much, he thought bitterly.

Because he honestly hadn't. When his father had sat down with him and told him about the four year plan, Blaine had thought it was a great idea. Enlist for four years, serve the country, and then come back and do what he wanted to do - his music. He would be financially secure, his father would be happy and the rest of his life would be his.

But back at the start of the year, Kurt had just been a friend. And while Blaine had known it would be hard to say goodbye to his friends - Wes and David had both struggled to hold it together while saying goodbye, considering they had known each other for years - he didn't realize how difficult it would be to leave Kurt.

"I love you," he whispered into his boyfriend's hair.

Kurt pulled away a little, still keeping his head down. "I love you too."

But Blaine knew Kurt would be okay. He was heading off to New York in a few weeks time, to study fashion design. He would make a name for himself, build himself up to the top of the ladder where Blaine knew he belonged.

And he would do that, knowing his boyfriend was off in war. He would do that with Blaine's memory constantly hanging over him. And Kurt was loyal - he would never allow himself to fall for another, to 'cheat', to do anything to disrespect Blaine. And Blaine knew he deserved better than that. He deserved to be able to have a normal life.

"Kurt, I need to ask you a favor."

Kurt sniffed and nodded. Blaine couldn't keep the twang of guilt away - yes, Kurt had said once that he would do anything for him, but could he really ask...

Yes. You can.

"Don't wait for me."

Kurt's head reared up in surprise. "What?"

Blaine sighed. "Kurt, you're amazing. And you deserve to be happy, and I'm going to be gone for four years. I want - I just want you to be happy. So -"

And then Kurt was lunging at him, crashing their lips together feverishly. The salty taste of tears mingled with the kiss and Kurt was almost sobbing into his lips. "No," he whispered when he finally pulled away, shaking his head. "No. Four years isn't that long. I - I'll wait."

With that, Kurt turned and walked away. Blaine watched him go, Kurt's shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs, before his own tears clouded his vision. He wiped his eyes hastily before turning and walking into the building. He had a plane to catch, a new life to lead.

And a boy to forget.

I cried. I'll freely admit that.

MusicalEscape:

"OH GOD. He's taken out the violin. What to do with him..."

*the next day, wearing a mustache and overly large hat*

*sets down cardboard box* "Delivery for Kurt Hummel. Open this at home kid. Present from the Warblers. Just feed him on silver sparkles and juice and he'll be fine. And don't let him near any yarn!" *runs out of classroom*

"...who was that?"

"I think I know, but I'd rather not be certain..."