A/N- Hiya, thank you for all the support on this story so far! I hope you continue to like it! Let me know what you think of this chapter please!

-I don't own anything from Glee!

April

"Kurt? Kurt, are you home?" Blaine yelled through the apartment before turning to close the door. When he turned back around, Kurt was pinning him to the door, kissing him.

When he pulled back, Blaine took in his wide smile and bright eyes, "So I guess it's good news?"

Kurt looked down at Blaine's hands where he was holding a bouquet of white and yellow lilies, his smiled widened, "You got me flowers without even knowing if it was good news or bad?"

Blaine blushed a little, "Well I figured if it was good, then they could be celebratory, and if it was bad, well then you'd need a pick me up. 'I have news, I need to you come home ASAP,' wasn't a very helpful text."

"Well, I was too excited and I didn't want to tell you over the phone."

"So?" Blaine pushed.

"So…I spoke with Isabelle today and she said that there's a position opening up at the magazine, and that when Anna asked her if she had any recommendations, that I was the first person she thought of."

Blaine's mouth dropped, "Kurt…please tell me what I think you're telling me."

He raised his head and looked away giddily, "Well I don't know what you're thinking, but if it's that you're now looking at the new accessories writer for Vogue, as in the actual magazine, then…"

He was cut off when Blaine grabbed him into a kiss then lifted him up, twirling him once, "Oh my God, Kurt, that is amazing! I don't even know what to say…This is like your dream job!" He pulled back and handed him the flowers, "We definitely need to celebrate! Whatever you want to do!"

"Well…" Kurt grabbed Blaine's tie and walked backwards, dragging him along towards the ladder to their bedroom, "I can think of a way I'd like to start the celebration."

Blaine smiled and quickly followed his fiancé up the ladder.

"Kurt? Kurt, everything ok?"

Kurt shook his head, ridding himself of the memory and looked to see his father standing next to him with a concerned face.

"Yea dad, I'm fine."

"You've been just standing there, staring at that engine for the past twenty minutes." He said.

Kurt looked down at the car he was working on, then back to his dad, "Sorry, I guess I'm a bit distracted today." He said apologetically.

"Ok, leave the car and come with me." Burt started to turn, but was stopped by Kurt.

"Wait, dad, what? I'm not finished here."

"Hey Mike?" He called out to one of the other guys in the garage and continued when he got his attention, "Can you finish this car when you're done there? I need Kurt for something."

"Sure." The guy nodded and went back to what he was doing.

"There, now come on."

Kurt followed his dad into the office and sat in the seat he pointed to, watching as his dad walked around the desk and sat in his seat.

"Look dad…" He stopped when Burt held up his hand.

"Kurt, you need to go back to New York."

His heart started to race, "I…what, why?"

"Ever since you were a kid, New York has been your dream. You don't belong here, stuck in the middle of Ohio working at a car garage. You have a job there, friends, a life…"

"I had a life there," He said sadly, looking down at his grease covered hands, "Now…I don't know, I'm not sure where I belong; I feel lost."

Burt got up and walked around the desk to sit in the seat next to Kurt, "It's ok to feel lost without Blaine, but Kurt, you're not going to find yourself here. You made a life in New York, and I know why you're scared to go back, but being here isn't going to make Blaine's death any easier."

"I just…" A tear fell from Kurt's eye and he continued to stare down at his hands, "Everything there is Blaine. I feel like everywhere I walk, I'll be seeing him, I'll feel like my heart is being ripped open again and again because he's not there to experience it with me. Even if there is something new, that will hurt just as badly because I can't share it with him. I don't know how to be in New York without Blaine."

He finally looked into his father's eyes, saw that Burt's eyes were misted over as well, "I miss him so much, and I feel like I can't just keep living life like he wasn't ever there. It's easier here, the memories not as fresh besides in our home. I can pretend here that things aren't so hard."

"Pretending is only going to make it harder. I'm not saying you should go back to the loft, I'm just saying you need to go back to your life. Break the contract on the apartment and rent another place, live with Rachel, do whatever you have to do, but Kurt you have to keep living. Blaine would hate to see you stuck in Lima working here. He always knew you would do great things and that you were better than Ohio, you can't give up on yourself, he would never want that."

Kurt put his head in his hands and took a few deep breaths. Burt just placed his hand on his son's back and rubbed it softly.

"I'm not saying you have to go tomorrow, I'm not even saying you have to go, but kid, Ohio isn't your home anymore. Carole and I love that you're here, but we can't help you heal like your friends can. You won't ever be happy if you're stuck in this place. Just think about it, think about where you want your life to go."

Kurt looked at his father and nodded before pulling him into a hug, "Thanks dad."

"Anytime, I just want you to be happy."

It took a few weeks, lists and journal entries and soul searching, but almost a month after the conversation with his dad, Kurt had made up his mind. He would continue to sublet his and Blaine's apartment until the lease was up, and then he would sell the place. He wouldn't be able to find happiness in that apartment any longer. All of his friends offered him a place to stay, but in the end he chose to live with Santana, which was a shock even for him. Rachel was constantly busy with her show, Sam and his girlfriend had just moved in together and Kurt refused to intrude on their new situation, and while Kyle and Max offered Kurt their gust room, seeing them together, especially with Mollie wasn't something he thought he could handle at this point.

Santana had an extra bedroom that she was using as a storage room. It was in the Lower East Side, which was a new neighborhood so that almost nothing reminded him of Blaine, but it was still close enough to the rest of his friends. Santana, like Kurt, seemed to be struggling, and so he knew that they would be in similar company in missing Blaine.

True to her word, when Kurt told Jackie that he was back in the city and looking to come back to work, his job was still there. He immersed himself in his work and on making sure things were perfect during the day, and at night he found himself either bantering back and forth with Santana or crying in bed and missing Blaine while she laid beside him and spoke to him with soft words she had previously only used for Blaine.

He knew that he was mostly just distracting himself when it was possible, that he tried his hardest to not think about his husband, but it seemed that everyday there was something.

The first warm day of Spring reminded him of the time that Blaine made him take a lunch break so that they could have a picnic in Madison Park. Every couple that past was what he lost and every child was what he would never have. Things weren't better, but his dad was right, at least he was home.

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