A/N: Livestream. Nao. Be there or be square. http : / / tinychat . com / 8wpbg

"After party!" Whooping cries echoed throughout Rachel's house.

Her dads had kindly vacated the house for the night, leaving the New Directions to party as they saw fit.

Santana and Brittany had immediately taken over the stereo, turning it up so loud that they could practically feel the bass line pumping through their bodies, before dancing, getting everyone involved, pulling them to their feet if they'd sat down.

Blaine joined in easily enough, making Kurt laugh as he tried (and failed) to copy Brittany's dance moves. Kurt stayed on the outskirts of what had suddenly become the dance floor, moving to the music but not quite dancing yet.

Blaine had pulled him in, catching him as he stumbled, forcing the other boy to dance with him. Kurt laughed, relaxing into his arms, smiling at everyone's antics as they gradually drank more and more.

Kurt and Blaine, however, had one drink each, conscious of the fact that they had to leave early the next morning, in order to be able to get to Dalton's graduation ceremony in time.

As the night went on, the music gradually got turned down, and the crazy dancing changed into relaxed chatting. Santana looked up from where she was staring at the half-dressed Britney with a gasp.

"You realise we'll probably never see each other again?" she asked, tears prickling in her eyes.

Brittany wrapped her arms around her best friend, practically dragging her into the corner and whispering into her ear.

"Guys…guys…" Finn muttered, drunkenly sitting up from where he'd almost passed out on the floor.

All heads turned to him – they were nearing the 'I'm-about-to-pass-out-so-make-it-quick-or-I'll-fall-asleep' zone.

"Never forget, okay?" he mumbled. "Never forget about any of us. We always have to stay on…Book-Facebook and stuff. Okay? Otherwise that would be…sad…"

Kurt shot a mildly amused look at Blaine, who squeezed his hand in return. They were squashed onto one couch – the only ones with enough motive and energy to climb up.

"How many of us do you think will stay in contact?" Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear. It was half-rhetorical.

"All of us." Blaine whispered back, grinning and kissing Kurt's temple. "In like, twenty years we'll all be together again."

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The New Directions sat around the table, all of them morbidly hung over and depressed.

"What are you guys gonna do now?" Blaine asked, breaking the sad silence that was hanging over them.

"New York!" Rachel said immediately.

"Go home?" Brittany was a little confused, not to mention hung-over, which didn't help things.

The others shrugged.

"I want to do something to do with dance." Mike nodded.

"Another year of school." Tina said dejectedly.

"I think I might go to college." Mercedes said softly. "Study fashion, or design or something."

Murmurs of agreement accompanied her statement, before everyone sank back into silence. Kurt glanced at his watch and gasped.

"Blaine, we have to go! Now!" he ordered, jumping up from his seat as the rest of the New Directions moaned and covered their ears, his voice much too loud for their poor, hung-over heads.

Kurt went around the table, saying his good-byes, followed by Blaine. When they walked the two to the door, most of the girls were crying, and Puck looked as if he had tears in his eyes.

"Hey, we'll stay in contact, okay." Blaine said, giving them all comforting pats on the back. They nodded slightly, but they all knew that it wouldn't happen – at least, not the way they hoped it would.

Kurt swallowed a lump in his throat and tugged on Blaine's sleeve, trying to get them out.

"Bye guys!" Blaine grinned, and closed the door behind him. "You okay?"

Kurt took a deep breath. "I don't want to leave them."

"Hey…" Blaine rubbed small circles onto his back, leading him to the car. "We're not going forever. It's just vacation."

"Blaine." Kurt sighed, "We're going to New York."

"For a month! And not for a month either. We'll be able to hang out with everyone still."

Kurt scoffed as he got in the passenger seat. "They have lives. And most of them probably didn't figure out their college stuff…so they'll be doing that…"

Blaine shook his head with a small smile.

"It'll be fine, babe."

A/N: So this was like, a part of that massive story that was irrelevant but I still wanted to use, so it's here now :D