"So, we've had six sessions."

"Five and a half actually."

"How so?"

"I left halfway through the fourth one."

"Right."

Blaine fidgeted in his seat.

"Six sessions and you still haven't told me how you two officially got together."

"Prying are we?"

"I'm curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"Luckily I don't have any pets."

Blaine managed a grin.

"So do tell me."

"It started with a bird.

"A bird?"

"The death of one."

"Isn't this meant to be a happy story?"

"Our story isn't happy."

"Yes it is."

"In what way?"

"You loved him through the entire thing."

Blaine was speechless.

He had never been speechless, not even when his father cut him off when he announced his sexuality, not even when he was punched senseless after his prom.

But now he was completely and utterly speechless.

He didn't know what caused his brain to stop thinking coherent thoughts and for his tongue to turn like sandpaper in his mouth. He didn't know if it was the black outfit that made Kurt look like the most beautiful person in the world, or the fact that he was singing one of Blaine's favorite songs with such raw emotion that he made Blaine want to rush over and hold him close.

And as he sat on the uncomfortably hard leather sofa in the council room and listened to the boy that lit up his life the moment he walked into it, that was when he realized it.

I've been looking for you forever.

"So that was the moment."

"That was the moment."

"It's very sweet."

Blaine nodded, smiling softly.

"Did you two kiss?"

"That's none of your business."

Amanda raised a knowing eyebrow.

"Okay yes, we did."

She grinned spectacularly.

"You seem ecstatic over this."

"I am. I think you two are adorable."

"Except we're over now."

"Blaine…"

"I'm depressed and he's dead. He's left me, went to a place that I wish I could go to as well sometimes, so that I could hold him the way that I used to and feel his lips against my palm."

Sometimes Blaine felt angry. Angry at Kurt for leaving him, angry at Amanda who was breaking down the walls he had spent so long building, angry at his Mother for not understanding, angry at his Father for neglecting him, angry at himself because no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get over Kurt.

He would try letting his frustrations out in the gym, endlessly boxing; pretending that if he continued punching, Kurt would come back. He would go swimming, diving to the bottom of the pool and closing his eyes, letting the pressure of the water push against his ears and make his head swirl.

It was moments like that when he really felt Kurt around him, those moments at the bottom of the pool with the silence ringing in his ears and his body sinking but floating at the same time. The silence would be replaced by Kurt's angelic voice murmuring in his ear, the current of the water turning into warm arms wrapped around his torso, the pressure of the depth morphing into butterfly kisses on his neck.

And when his lungs would feel like they would burst any second and his eyes stung from the chlorine and his fingers felt wrinkled; he would surface, with the feeling of Kurt slipping away from him.

Somewhere Only We Know was their song, Kurt and Blaine's.

It was the song Blaine sang to Kurt in the car, the song Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear when he said goodnight on the porch. It was the song Kurt hummed to Blaine as he massaged the tense muscles in his back when Blaine was particularly stressed out about a test. It was the song Blaine sang in the dark as he held a trembling Kurt trying to run from the nightmares that haunted him after Karofsky threatened to kill him.

Blaine wasn't the type of person who would sing such a personal song in front of a crowd of people he didn't know, nor was he the type who would sing to someone he liked in front of said crowd. But Kurt had changed Blaine, for the better, and Blaine knew that Kurt would've done the same to him.

"I'm never saying goodbye to you."

Six words that were murmured in Blaine's ear as they held each other tightly, as if their lives depended on it. Six words that were murmured in Blaine's ear as he clutched tightly onto Kurt's jacket and Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist. Six words that would mean so much at the moment and six words that would be just as meaningful in months from then.

Six words that Blaine didn't want to believe, because he didn't want to get his hopes up. He knew that Kurt was going to say goodbye, whether it be in a week or a year or even whispered when both were 95 and curled together in a bed, sharing their last breaths.

"Your Father's meant to be here today."

"I asked him to."

"Did he say yes?"

"He didn't say anything, he never does to me."

The door opened.

"Sorry I'm late."

"Mr Anderson, is it?"

"Phillip Anderson."

"Take a seat."

"I'm fine; I'll be leaving soon anyway."

Blaine looked at Amanda pointedly, as if to say I told you so.

"Do you know why I asked Blaine to bring you in today?"

"No."

"He's told me about you."

"Oh has he? What has the little shit said about me now? Has he moaned about how I 'ruined his life' and 'ignore him on a daily basis' and all that crap?"

"Well-"

"Don't listen to him; he's just trying to get sympathy. Blaine asked for this. He went off with his scum of a boyfriend, even though he was beaten up for having one in the first place but no, he never learns from his lessons. It's all about 'love'. Guess what, I don't give a fuck."

"Mr Anderson, your son is an extremely kind and polite young man-"

"Not now he isn't. Right now he's a depressed, quiet fuck-up."

"So help him."

"He's beyond help."

"You're his Father, you're meant to support him."

"Don't you fucking tell me what to do-"

"Don't talk to her like that."

"Excuse me Blaine?"

"Blaine, I can handle this."

"Look Dad, I'm fucking tired of you treating everyone like crap. I have done everything right. I have gotten the best grades and recovered from the prom experience. I have attended numerous performances and heck, even won a few trophies. But you don't give a shit about any of that because I'm gay. Well fucking deal with it and start supporting me like a normal Father would."

The door slammed.

"I told you it would happen."

"He is, pleasant."

"Isn't he?"

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing for something that's not your fault. My boyfriend's dead, I still can't move on from him and my Father hates me."

"How are you so blunt with all this?"

"Because it's a fact."

"Well you want to know another fact?"

Amanda stood up from her desk and went to kneel in front of Blaine, placing her palm against Blaine's cheek where tears were slowly starting to roll down.

"Tell me something I don't know."

"You're going to be fixed. You're not broken Blaine. You're going to be fixed."