A/N: Alright so this one may be a bit of a stretch (although the last one probably was too considering that was all head-canon). Oh well, hope you like it and Happy Easter!
#3. Transfer
"I'll see you soon," Kurt said hopping out of the car with a hint of a mischievous smile hidden behind his coffee cup. A summer of those smiles had been a great test to Blaine's will power and dapper reputation.
"Promise," Blaine answered. He sat and waited until Kurt had walked across the parking lot and had disappeared into the high school because although the start of the school year was offering his raging hormones some relief, Blaine wasn't quite ready to give up all his time with Kurt just yet.
He took a sip from his own cup of coffee before pulling out of the parking lot, a sixteen year olds liquid courage. The knot in the tie around his neck seemed to slip tighter as he merged onto the highway. He didn't really know why he'd worn it. To keep up the element of surprise he supposed. Now it just seemed silly, dumb even. If he had told Kurt, he could have garnered his advice and support. Keeping it a surprise was supposed to keep himself free to make a decision that was entirely his own though. If he'd even hinted at the idea Kurt would have yanked him by the tie into the desk next to him before he could even finish the sentence and changing his mind would have been impossible. Regret would be imminent on both their ends and so no, the decision had to be made on his own, for both their sakes. But that didn't change the fact that he really, really, could use some of that courage that Kurt seemed to embody despite not always seeing it.
As he drove towards Westerville, passing the exit for his parent's house, he knew he was driving home only to bid it goodbye. Or at least, what had been his home for the past two years. Dalton couldn't be forever. He'd have to graduate at some point and he needed to find a way to live again beyond the oak doors and the blazer. He needed to be able to take off that armor and Blaine couldn't think of a better way to try than to do so by Kurt's side.
His parents didn't seem to care too much and the paper work was easy enough to figure out. So all that was left was to tell his friends. His friends who had invited him to a movie sleepover in their dorm his first weekend so he wouldn't feel so alone, who kept him caffeinated and motivated through his entrance test studying, and who went to bat for him with the almighty Wes and his Warbler council. He'd have to say goodbye to Wes too, and David and Thad, who'd broken sacred Warbler tradition for him. Twice. Because they let Kurt join mid-season as well. They, and all the Warblers, had believed in him enough to make him their lead in a time when he wasn't sure of anything.
A shiver ran up his back and his arm reached out to turn up the heat seemingly on its own. Blaine knew it wasn't the chill of the early dewy September hours though, the sun still low, rising along the highway behind him. It was his navy blazer with red piping and how it hugged his shoulders just so, never pulling, keeping him safe while making him strong and a part of something bigger, and how he'd have to take it off and leave it behind.
Blaine eased on the breaks as the Westchester exit approached. Instead of watching the road ahead and how it veered to the right, away from the highway, he fixated on the cars in the next lane over. They whizzed by, fast and free, westwards. All he had to do was throw on his blinker and he could go with them. He could go all the way to LA and live with Cooper, blazer still snug around him. He didn't want to run though, not really. He just wanted a way to move forward without saying goodbye. The closer he got to the school, as the houses got bigger and the trees lining the streets denser and greener, the more impossible the task seemed. If he walked into that building, he would never be able to walk back out. It'd be easier to just turn around and never see Dalton again.