Inspired by lyrics from "Who Knew" by Pink.
This was it. Kurt was really leaving for New York City without me. Despite his promises, I couldn't help but worry that I'd lose him. After all he was going to have a whole new world of adventures open to him and I would be stuck back here in Lima, Ohio. How I wished I could be going with him.
"I'll call as soon as I get there," Kurt was saying.
I shook myself out of my thoughts enough to nod in reply. And then he was wrapping his arms around me and pressing his lips against mine despite the fact that we were standing at the local bus stop, amongst the other passengers and family and friends saying good-bye. But then the realization that this would be the last time we could physically touch each other for the foreseeable future sank in and I was returning the kiss with just as much passion. Screw any homophobic idiots who might have a problem with our public display of affection.
And then Kurt was pulling away and boarding the bus. I watched him, keeping my eyes on him as much as I could. Kurt found a window seat on this side of the bus, and I saw him blow me a kiss. I returned the gesturing, missing him already. Mentally starting a count down of the time until I would see him again. My senior year was going to be hell but the memory of that final kiss would somehow get me through the rough spots until I could join him again in New York City.