Hey guys!
So I know this is way over due but I felt like I had to end this chapter and offer some closure.
So I am going to get a bit emotional now.
This is the first Fic I ever wrote. When I started this story I was very sick. I had pneumonia and almost died because it was so bad, I then got chronic sinusitis, chronic fatigue, lung infection, chest infection, throat infection and a lot of other things plus a severe bout of depression.
I learnt who my real friends were when I got sick. Most of my 'friends' didn't believe I was sick, there were rumours spread that I was faking it, that I was on drugs, that I was pregnant, that I was being an attention seeker but I have plenty of doctor's certificates to prove that I was legitimately sick.
I was so depressed that I hated my life and everyone in it. But the only thing that kept me going was Glee and all of you guys and girls.
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So enjoy the very last chapter of Bye Bye Dalton
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Blaine checked his hair in the car's rear view mirror for the umpteenth time in the past ten minutes. He was nervous.
It had been a month since his beloved boyfriend had returned back to McKinley High and he hated it. Dalton just wasn't that appealing to him anymore. He had his friends, the Warblers, his solos and shared a great relationship with his teachers but that wasn't enough for him anymore. When Kurt left Dalton, a piece of Blaine left too, he couldn't focus anymore. The lectures were boring, teachers annoyed him and constantly having his phone taken off him when he was caught texting Kurt was becoming tiresome.
He was a mess. As soon as school was out he would ring Kurt and they would talk for hours or they would Skype. The Warbler liked being able to see his boyfriend when he couldn't do it in person. Blaine was constantly tired after staying up all hours of the night but it was worth it.
The thing he missed the most was not being able to touch Kurt. It had taken him two weeks to remember not to go to Kurt's room and walk him to class. As corny as it sounds, he missed the little things. Holding Kurt's hand as they walked to class, his boyfriend's hand on his knee as they listened to the Warblers council discuss their upcoming performances, the quick kiss on the cheek they exchanged before class or hugging Kurt from behind and resting his head on the countertenor's should when he became tired. The constant reminders around the school didn't help either.
Nick and Jeff were some of his closest friends; he knew it wasn't their fault that they had always been overly affectionate with each other. The way Jeff sat on his boyfriend lap at lunch and played with Nick's hair or in Blaine's opinion the stupid love sick gazes they shared, he always managed to catch the brunette staring at the blonde lovingly, the Warbler would roll his eyes when he saw them blush or smile nervously when they would catch one of them looking at each other. Disgusting. Well it would be cute if he didn't find them so irritating.
Everyone knew that Jeff and Nick were made for each other; they had been together for as long as anyone could remember but they were even more sickening when Nick had come back from his family holiday and had been without their partners for three long weeks. After Blaine losing Kurt then having to watch the couple reconnect was extremely hard for the troubled Warbler.
Kurt had explained to Blaine that he was finding it tough also. The distance was killing him. He had taken it for granted at Dalton, just walking a few feet then he could see Blaine whenever he wanted.
They felt lost without each other and Blaine knew exactly what he had to do.
Blaine took one last steadying breath, gathered his messenger bag, opened the driver's side door of his Maserati and took the courageous steps towards McKinley High school's front entrance. He saw a group of large jocks staring at him; the Warbler was beginning to become nervous under their gaze. One of the jocks with short spiky blonde hair gave him a small smile and an approving nod. Blaine felt some of his nervous tension leave his body with that small gesture. The Warbler was almost at the door when he felt the group start to fall into step beside him.
'Oh god," Blaine thought "please don't slushy me. These jeans cost more than their cars."
"Nice car," appraised a hulking, tan, brunette jock. Or maybe since Blaine was feeling intimated he only appeared to be huge. Blaine pushed through the double doors and turned to the football player.
"Thanks," Blaine said politely.
"How much did that set you back?" another in the group asked. Blaine chuckled to himself remembering how his parents had bought him that car since they had forgot his birthday and thought that it would be a good way to make up for it.
"Oh you don't want to know but it is probably worth more than some people's homes," Blaine told, one let out a low whistle in appreciation.
"So I take it that you are the new kid, word has been spreading fast through the school," the brunette jock asked. That's right, Blaine Anderson was willingly returning to a public school. Leaving the perfect enigma that was Dalton Academy. He was tremendously scared if he was perfectly honest, after hearing everything that Kurt had suffered through here and having his own troubles at the Sadie Hawkins dance, he was terrified. But he couldn't be away from Kurt any longer.
"Sure am. My name's Blaine," he told as he held his hand towards the jock. He mentally cringed at his stupidity but didn't worry when his hand was shook.
"Derek," he spoke then started pointing to his friends "that's Matt, Lucas, Rick, Gabe and Chase." Blaine nodded and said hello. They walked around the corner and into the main hallway, amazed when people split like the red sea at their presence. They moved along the hallway and Blaine scanned his eyes for any view of his boyfriend. He looked back to see Derek staring at him.
"You seem pretty fit," Derek conceded.
"Yeah, I have been a boxer for five years now," he casually left out the part about being in a show choir. He was on good terms with the jocks and he didn't want to jeopardise that.
"Really, well if you were interested, the football team are looking for players," Blaine's face screwed up in confusion. "We have a lot of muscle on the team but no speed. You should try out." Derek cajoled, his friends agreeing behind him. Out of all the things that had come into Blaine's mind about attending McKinley, this was the last scenario that he would have thought of.
"Yeah I'll think about, it's only my first day." Blaine explained.
"Sit with us at lunch and we can tell you more about the team," Chase encouraged.
"Um…sure." Better to make friends than enemies. "Can any of you tell me where Kurt Hummel is?"
"What would you want with Hummel?" Rick asked, disgruntled. Blaine automatically disliked rick.
"Hey Hummel's not that bad," Lucas told "his voice is annoying as hell and dresses weird but he is alright aside from that." Blaine, keep your mouth shut and don't say anything unless you want to die.
"I don't mean to interrupt," Blaine spoke "but it is kind of important if I see him before class starts."
"You could try his locker; he is always fixing his hair. Damn near sprayed me in the face with his hair spray. A locker shove set him right though," Rick said with a dark chuckle. Blaine gripped the strap of his bag and resisted giving into his desires and punching him the face.
"If you go to the end of this corridor then turn right, about half way down is his locker." Derek said as he gestured with his hand in the direction he should go.
"Thank you," Blaine said as he started off in the direction the jock had told him to, hoping that he wasn't pulling a prank and sending him the wrong way.
"See you at lunch Anderson!" they called as he rounded the corner. He shook his head, a disbelieving smile on his face. They either liked Blaine for his dashing good looks, his friendly personality or his car. Either way he was happy they weren't beating him up.
He hastily walked down the corridor and felt a huge grin spread on his face. There was Kurt, staring into the mirror on his locker door, fixing his already perfect hair. Blaine was also ecstatic when he noticed Kurt was wearing his white skinny jeans, the ones that looked like they were painted on.
Blaine noticed that Kurt was too preoccupied to see anything but himself in the mirror so he walked over to his locker and closed the door. His boyfriend looked adorably confused before grinning when he saw the now ex-Warbler in front of him.
"Blainey!" Kurt squealed as he launched himself at Blaine. The ex-Warbler laughed as he caught Kurt and hugged him back just as tight.
"Blainey?" he questioned. Loving how Kurt nuzzled his head into the crook of Blaine's neck.
"Shut up, I haven't seen you in five days, twelve hours and thirty two minutes. I'm allowed to miss you." Kurt defended.
"You counted?" Blaine asked curiously, he felt Kurt nod against his shoulder. He thought it was odd that the countertenor was still clinging to him and wasn't afraid of the surrounding people.
"Did you really expect anything less? Kurt asked cheekily. Seeming to have remembered something, he shot back and stared at Blaine. "What are you doing here? You are going to be so late for school!"
"I'm already at school," Blaine told, smirking delightedly when he saw confusion then realisation flash on his gorgeous boyfriend's face.
"Wait," Kurt said slowly, Blaine nodded with a huge grin before catching Kurt again as he hugged him. He never wanted to see that smile leave his boyfriend's face. It quickly changed when Kurt leant back and his countenance had changed to worry.
"Wait, wait. You didn't do this for me, did you? If-if you did this for me, it would be very romantic for one, but I mean, it could lead to resentment, which could lead to anger which could lead to a horrible, horrible nasty break up, like you know on 'The Bachelorette' when we watched it, because that was just-"
"I transferred because I couldn't stand to be away from the one I loved," Blaine said earnestly, the response seemed to make Kurt giddy as his smile returned. "Over the past couple weeks, I have realised that I can't be away from you Kurt. I'm a mess; ask anyone at Dalton they will tell you so. I have asked Wes and David so many times how they manage to keep their relationships with their girlfriends but Kurt that's just not who I am. They like there space and I couldn't think of anything worse than giving up the opportunity to be with you. I can't function without you Kurt. So I transferred, it was hard saying goodbye to all the Warblers but I knew it would be more rewarding if I came here."
"But where will you stay? You can't drive four hours every day going back and forth from school."
"I'm renting an apartment," Blaine explained, he continued when he saw Kurt mutter the ex-Warbler's last statement. "It is cheaper than attending Dalton and my parents agreed to it. So that means I get to attend McKinley and see you every day. Plus if I miss any of the guys from Dalton they can stay at my place."
"It just seems so surreal," Kurt said in a disbelieving tone. Kurt pulled Blaine closer to his chest again and whispered in his ear "I can't believe this is happening."
Squeezing Kurt one last time before letting go Blaine smiled at Kurt. "Believe it." Deciding that they could continue any intentions Blaine had back at his apartment after school, he reached for his timetable in his jeans and gazed at it.
"Wanna show me where room 102 is?" Blaine asked, Kurt nodded enthusiastically, righted his messenger bag as the set off towards the ex-Warblers first class; enjoying the grins spread across their faces.
They were almost at the class when they past the group of jocks Blaine had encountered that morning. Kurt stiffened beside him while his boyfriend was the epitome of calm. The group gave him a nod before walking off, the countertenor turned to him with a quizzical stare.
"What was that about?" he questioned; Blaine smiled and boldly took Kurt's hand.
"Nothing but I have a feeling that everything is going to turn out fine." As they entered the room, a thought occurred to Blaine. He felt, for the first time since his boyfriend left Dalton, he could identify himself as happy and complete.