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The next morning Kurt found it hard to concentrate. During breakfast, the talking he did felt forced, and he couldn't pay attention through his Monday morning classes. He was extremely relived when lunch rolled around. Blaine wasn't in Kurt's lunch period so it gave Kurt some time to think. He sat down alone at a table and contemplated the best way to break the news to Blaine. He would just have to tell Blaine. There really wasn't any way around the fact that Kurt was switching back to McKinley and he would have to tell Blaine. Well, he decided, he would talk to his dad first. Make sure everything would be fine. Kurt figured it would be...his dad just wanted what was best for him. Once it was all sorted out with his family he would let Blaine know. Kurt was glad to have a plan of action and finally started actually eating his lunch.

That night Kurt called his dad. After a long, heated conversation about how even though he was safer at Dalton he wanted to transfer back to McKinley his dad agreed.
"If you're positive it's what you want, I guess it's okay." his dad had reluctantly declared.
Kurt finished up the phone call with "I'm positive dad. Thank you. Actually living both school options really made me realize I had it pretty good. Not perfect, but still good. I love you. Say hi to Carole and Finn for me. Bye."
Kurt hung up the phone and sighed. It was true. He had had it pretty good. It was good he got to go to Dalton though, it helped him realize he could handle everything. He was a strong person. And he wanted to express that. And he could at McKinley. Now to tell Blaine. Oh great.

Kurt was really worried about talking to Blaine. He didn't really know why, either. Blaine was always so easy to talk to because he genuinely cared. Maybe that's what it was. Kurt knew Blaine would question Kurt. He cared to much to just let Kurt leave. Oh well, Kurt thought, I'm leaving. Blaine deserves to know everything though. Kurt figured he would let Blaine pick the spot where Kurt would break the news to him. Kurt decided to text Blaine, and let everything play out.

Blaine's phone vibrated and he answered it, reading the text Kurt had sent. 'I need to talk to you.' Kurt had written. Blaine sent back 'You can come to my room if you want.' His room was empty, so it would be a good place for whatever Kurt needed. I hope he's alright, Blaine thought as his phone vibrated once more with Kurt's reply of 'Ok, I'll be right there.'

Kurt grabbed Pavarotti, cage and all, and walked out of his room. His heart pounded as he walked up the stairs to the hallway where Blaine lived. He walked down the hallway, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Blaine opened the door, decided not to question the company of Pavarotti-Kurt really cared for the little bird- and stepped out of the way to allow Kurt to enter the room. Blaine closed the door behind him.

"So what's up Kurt?" Blaine asked.

"I…I have…something to tell you." Kurt said slowly.

Blaine sat down on his bed, and motioned for Kurt to do the same. Kurt sat down next to him, placing the birdcage on the table next to the bed.

Blaine smiled sympathetically, "I'm listening."

Kurt rubbed his hands on his pants nervously, and looked at Blaine. "Alright…I don't know quite how to say this…but I had, sort of a revelation the other night. Blaine looked up at him questioningly. Kurt took a deep breath, "This is gonna sound ridiculous…promise you wont laugh?"

Blaine took Kurt's hand loosely in his own. "I would never laugh at you Kurt."

Kurt's heart swelled and he felt a little calmer. "You would say Pavarotti's happy, right?"

Blaine was surprised to be hearing this question again, and he answered similarly as before, "Yea, I think he's happy. You're taking good care of him, he has food, water, and he's safe."

Kurt nodded. "Exactly, it would appear he's perfectly happy with everything." Kurt paused, squeezed Blaine's hand, and continued talking. "Well in the, revelation, I had, I realized I'm Pavarotti."

Blaine looked confused and Kurt realized this and explained more. "It would appear that I'm perfectly happy with everything too. I have food, water, I'm safe, and you're-" Kurt smiled and leaned towards Blaine "- taking great care of me."

Blaine smiled and blushed, but then realized there was a catch "But…"

Kurt picked up for him "But, I, like Pavarotti, and trapped. Pavarotti can't fly, and I can't express myself. Dalton's wonderful, because it, like the birdcage or the fact that his wings are clipped, has protected me-for the short time I've been here- from the cruelness of the world. However, it, like the clipped wings, has prevented me from being who I truly am. Pavarotti's a bird, he's meant to fly, and I'm, well, I'm me, and I'm used to standing out, being noticed and appreciated for who I am. But Dalton changed all that. It stamped out my individuality when I put on the uniform and blended in. Don't get me wrong, Dalton is a great school; but it's not for me. I need to go back to McKinley."

Blaine knew it had been coming, the whole time Kurt was talking Blaine had known, somehow. But nothing, nothing could have prepared him for when Kurt actually said it. So he just stared at Kurt, and stupidly replied "What?"
" I'm leaving Dalton. I'm transferring back to McKinley."

After a long silence something in Blaine's mind clicked and he registered what Kurt was actually saying. "But…but you can't go back! What about Karofsky and everyone else?"

"I'm sorry Blaine…I have to go back. I've really been thinking about it. I think I can handle Karofsky and everyone, I had been for so long, I can do it again, courage right? Dalton's a great school, but I've made my decision. "
Blaine just stared at Kurt. He was so brave; he didn't deserve any of the trouble he had gone through. Blaine couldn't believe Kurt would go back to that. He was so much better off here! But he knew he couldn't change Kurt's mind.

"I love you Blaine. This isn't goodbye forever. But it's goodbye for now." Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand again, got up, and left.

Blaine watched, frozen as Kurt left the room. As he watched him walk away, realization dawned on him. He loved the younger boy. And Kurt said he loved him. But now they wouldn't see each other every day. Their relationship almost definitely couldn't go anywhere. Blaine was heartbroken. All those times his touch had lingered a little too long, all the time he spent thinking about Kurt…it wasn't just caring. It was love. And now he couldn't do anything about it. He could still see Kurt, that was for sure. But they couldn't have a relationship. He wouldn't have time to constantly drive out to Lima to see Kurt. Especially now that midterms were coming up. But he would still be able to see Kurt once in a while. That would have to be good enough. He smiled slightly to himself as he thought 'if you love something set it free'.