"So wait, and then Brittany said what?" Kurt laughed from the screen of Blaine's computer.
"She said, 'Mr. Shue's hair reminds her of a Brillo pad!" Blaine yelled. Both boys were now laughing from their stomachs, no noise coming out of their mouths.
"I can't believe someone finally said it," Kurt said, still laughing.
"I know. I'm so mad you missed it. You introduced the idea to me, anyways," Blaine said, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Ugh, is that really the time?" Kurt asked, glancing at his clock. It was now about 11:30 PM. "I have my 8AM history of theater class tomorrow and I have to get up at 6 to catch the subway and be there on time," Kurt said sadly.
"Okay, I'll let you go then." Blaine was clearly very sad also.
"I love you. Always remember that. And I can't wait until you're here with me next year," Kurt said. He blew Blaine a kiss.
"I love you too," Blaine replied, blowing one back. They waved goodbye and Kurt shut his computer and placed it on his bedside table. He then flipped off his lamp and laid down in his bed, but then remembered what was missing. He scrambled around at first to find what he needed to sleep. Soon enough, his hand wrapped around the soft fabric he was looking for. He rolled over and hugged it close to his chest, breathing in the faint scent it still held. He rested his face in its warm, soft fabric. It was an old, worn Dalton sweatshirt that once belonged to Blaine but ended up in Kurt's clutches when he mischievously took it from Blaine's room for this very purpose before he left for New York. Kurt blew one last kiss into the air to reach his mother and fell into a peaceful sleep.