AN: Written awhile back and is set in Season 2 when Kurt goes back to McKinley. I seem to have created a collection of these drabbles but don't ask me if they all go together. Inspired by lyrics from "Breathe" by Taylor Swift/Boyce Avenue.
I didn't want to let him go. It might have taken me awhile to realized it, but I loved Kurt with every ounce of my soul. The thought of not seeing him everyday at school made it difficult to breathe and yet I had to let him go. I knew he really wanted to be back at McKinley and all I wanted was for Kurt to be safe and happy. I knew his dad wouldn't let Kurt go back if that first criteria wasn't met and the pure joy on Kurt's face when he told me the news was all the proof I needed for the second.
Kurt never really belonged here at Dalton. He was too much of an individual to be happy with all of this school's rules and traditions, though no one could fault his efforts. He followed the rules, wore the school uniform while on campus, and kept his opinions about the traditions to himself, but it was a necessary acceptance. I had seen him off campus, and could tell he was happier away from all of this. Knew that though he enjoyed being with the Warblers he still longed for the New Directions. In some ways the Warblers, and Dalton, had needed Kurt just as much as he needed them for a time.
But that time had passed. Apparently Santana had discovered Karofsky's secret and blackmailed him into being nice to Kurt. Not the best scenario, but it worked to Kurt's advantage - he could go back to his friends and compete in Nationals. I envied him and at the same time worried that I might lose him for good. Could our love survive us being at different schools? Would Kurt still love me once he had the security of being with his friends?
I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to those questions. Just like I didn't want to let Kurt go but just like time would answer those questions, I had to let him go. If I tried to keep him at Dalton, I'd lose a part of him anyway.
This was what was best for Kurt, and come what may I had to find a way to go on.