Chapter 21: Goodbye

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AN: Kurt's narration in the beginning started me on crying, then I finally stopped when Burt started dancing, then I was completely stoic for the Klaine scene, then Kurt made that speech in the choir room and I was a WRECK! Really-so beautiful!

Kurt taught me how to be myself and I watched him grow and come into himself. He's not only an amazing singer and absolutely adorable-he's brave and always takes the high road and is intelligent and loving and comforting. I watched him become a man. He is an inspiration. He will be with me forever in my heart 3

Kind of a dick move for the schools to only tell them if they got in a day or two before they planned to go to NY though-what if they already had an apartment leased?

HOW THE FUCK DID KURT NOT GET IN! THAT BITCH LOVED HIS AUDITION? HE IS SO MUCH MORE TALENTED AND UNIQUE THAN RACHEL! There are a million Rachel's, but one fabulous countertenor that good at acting and dancing and singing. Kurt was so much better than her! I mean, what is wrong with that school?

And am I the only one that felt Kurt should've gone to New York anyway? I mean, he can work towards Broadway in his year off (which lots of people do, so him not getting in isn't the end of the world, just illogical). He can get connections! I mean, I understand staying with Blaine, but gosh! Think of your future!

Enjoy, and be sure to check out the sequel, "Turning Tears to Roses" about Klaine's summer, coming soon!

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Kurt had said 'goodbye' to Rachel at the airport, had sat through a talk with his father, and had even comforted Finn when the tall teen had locked himself in his room, pretending he wasn't crying after he and Rachel fought before she left.

But now he couldn't hold it in anymore, not when Blaine was right in front of him, copper eyes full of concern. Especially not when they were alone.

In hindsight, maybe breaking down as soon as Blaine opened the door to his house wasn't the greatest thing he had ever done, but he couldn't care less. He was wrapped up in the smaller male's arms as he cried, and that's what he'd wanted since he got that damn letter telling him he wasn't good enough, but Rachel was. Rachel was always better.

Kurt knew he couldn't deal with that on his own. He needed Blaine.

"Hey, it's okay," Blaine cooed, running a tentative hand through Kurt's hair.

Kurt sobbed into his neck, clutching so tightly to Blaine's back he was surprised Blaine hadn't pushed him away.

"Shh, you'll be okay, Kurt, I'm here, I love you."

Kurt didn't know what it was that set him off, the words or the arm wrapped securely around his waist, but soon he was ranting.

He told Blaine about how he was afraid he'd be stuck in Lima forever-he wasn't talented enough to get into NYADA so he certainly wasn't talented enough for Broadway. He had thought being different made him special, but apparently it just made him a freak who would be forced to do community theater while his best friend got to be a star. He wasn't manly enough to be a leading man, and he would stand out to much in any other role-that's what he deduced, anyway.

He told him about how his father and been comforting and sweet and everything, but in those first few seconds after Kurt told him he hadn't gotten in he had looked so disappointed. After all the trouble his dad had gone through to say goodbye and be the best dad he could be, Kurt had to tell him his son was a failure who would be staying indefinitely.

And he confessed that he was afraid Blaine wouldn't want to be with him anymore when he had first found out he hadn't been accepted. Why would Blaine, beautiful, talented, amazing Blaine, want a boyfriend who couldn't even get into college?

Kurt wasn't sure how coherent his ranting was through his sobs, but he felt a lot better now that he had said it.

"Kurt," Blaine gasped, tugging him down so they were curled up on the floor, Kurt's head still firmly planted on the side of his neck. "You are wonderful! You aren't a freak or untalented or unmanly! You deserve to be in New York more than anyone! You are kind and generous and gorgeous, and screw any school that can't see that.

"Your dad is still proud of you and loves you, and the same goes for me. You're amazing, angel"

Kurt's sobs had subsided during his boyfriend's speech, and he had finally calmed down enough to think clearly. He had known what Blaine was saying was true all along; it was just easy to forget with everything that happened. That, and it was always nice to have someone else confirm your worth.

Kurt kissed the side of the curly haired teen's neck as he eased his breathing back under control.

"I don't know why it'd do without you, Blaine Anderson."

"I could say the same thing about you, Kurt Hummel."

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Blaine was surprised when he opened his eyes and his boyfriend was still curled up on Blaine's side, fast asleep. Normally Blaine was the one to wake up first, and this new development baffled him.

Now he knew why he often woke up with Kurt staring at him. When Kurt was asleep, his gold lashes fanned over his high cheekbones. His skin was completely smooth and calm. He looked like a beautiful porcelain statue, untainted by the world and innocent.

Glasz eyes blinked open slowly, shimmering like gems in the early morning sun. The sight made Blaine gasp.

"Good morning, baby" Kurt said thickly, yawning cutely at the end. He froze, seeming to realize what was happening. "You woke up before me?" he asked incredulously.

Blaine chuckled at the older boy, nuzzling their noses together. "Is that a problem?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "'Course not, I was just surprised."

Blaine smiled, pecking him lightly on the lips.

It may be a horribly selfish feeling, but Blaine was glad Kurt was staying. He knew Kurt was shaken up about it, but he was just happy he didn't have to say goodbye. He got to be with his perfect lover, at least for as long as Kurt would have him. And now they could move to New York together and Kurt wouldn't get bored waiting for him, right?

Unless Kurt got sick of him first or realized how much better he could do...

"Wanna lie in bed all day?" Kurt suggested, petting Blaine's curls sweetly.

Blaine sighed happily, pushing up into the familiar comforting touch.

"That sounds awesome."