Kurt stared at Blaine through his computer screen, his trusty planner open and color coded on his lap. "Okay, what about the weekend of the fifteenth?" he asked Blaine.
Blaine had his computer on his desk with his very same planner open in front of it. They were trying to plan a weekend in the near future when either Kurt could come back to Lima or Blaine could go into New York. "Ugh, I'm taking my SATs that weekend," Blaine said. He studied his planner again. "What about the next weekend?" he asked.
"Nope, can't do that. Isabelle wants me to go to this fashion conference she's hosting. She thinks I'll keep her sane." Kurt rolled his eyes.
Blaine sighed. "Kurt, this is hopeless. We are already looking at weekends that are a month and a half from now," Blaine complained.
"But we knew this when we got back together. We might just be seeing each other over Skype for a while," Kurt said sadly.
"Yeah, but I just miss you." Blaine gave Kurt the puppy dog eyes.
"And I miss you too. But you're in your senior year of high school and on the way to nationals with the glee club, and I'm in my freshman year of college and working at a really popular fashion magazine. We're both busy. Not to mention, we live 600 miles apart. But I think we can do it." Kurt tried to look confident, but in reality, he just missed Blaine.
"I think we can too." Blaine's face read the same way. They just missed each other so much, but they were both proud of how much they were accomplishing. They were willing to make the sacrifices.