Well...it's been two and a half years. Around the time I stopped writing this story I was going through a really difficult time in my life, and I just couldn't get myself to continue this story. But tonight I decided to go back and read what I had on this story, and it turns out I had finished the next chapter. Then I read it and was like damn, I want to know what happens next. So I thought hmm...maybe if I update it'll give me the confidence and motivation to end this story, since I only have about three more chapters planned.

Just as a heads up: Kurt isn't in this chapter, so if you'd like to wait and see if I update the rest, that's totally fine. If not, I think this is a good place to start.

Just as a heads up: Kurt isn't in this chapter, so if you'd like to wait and see if I update the rest, that's totally fine. If not, I think this is a good place to start.

Blaine groaned at the bright light coming in through his window, interrupting his much needed sleep. The sun. Who invented the sun? And why did this inventor have a personal vendetta against Blaine?

Blaine willed the sun to turn off and allow him more sleep but, alas, the sun was still as bright as before, if not brighter.

If that wasn't enough, Blaine's phone rang incredibly loudly next to his ear. Blaine wondered why someone could possibly want him this early. "Go away," Blaine said into his pillow before pulling it over his head. Blaine smiled when the ringing finally stopped, only to be startled by a second set of ringing. "Fine! I'm up!" He yelled into his empty room.

"What do you want?" Blaine answered groggily.

"Blaine, it's almost two in the afternoon," he heard Wes say across the line.

"What?" Blaine leaned over and looked at the clock on his nightstand. Wes wasn't lying.

"What happened last night? Where are you?"

"I'm in my apartment. Where else would I be?"

"Well, I thought you might have gone home with that guy."

Oh god.

Kurt.

Suddenly every memory of the night before hit Blaine like a freight train. Blaine frantically looked around his room, until he realized the inevitable had happened. Kurt was gone. Every remnant of Kurt was gone, even down to his side of the bed, which was neatly made back into place. Kurt's clothes were gone from the bathroom and replaced with Blaine's clothes from the night before. By the looks of his apartment, everything could have been a dream.

Blaine felt empty, as if there was now a void that he didn't even realize was empty until it had been filled. What surprised Blaine was that it didn't hurt.

"Blaine?" Wes seemed concerned at Blaine's silence.

Blaine felt unable to form words, like the part of his brain that controlled speech was disconnected. Everything felt disconnected. Kurt was gone, and he didn't even say goodbye. Blaine didn't know if that would have made it any easier, but maybe he wouldn't have woken up feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him.

"Blaine," Wes repeated. "Please talk to me."

Blaine looked around his room one last time, searching for something, anything, that would indicate that Kurt had been there, but he found nothing. Maybe it was a dream after all.

But even in dreams, Blaine thought, he deserved a goodbye.

Feeling numb and defeated, Blaine sat down on the edge of his bed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm fine," he finally said, trying to make his voice sound merrier. "Last night was great."

"I bet," Wes laughed.

Blaine's cheeks turned red as he began to remember that part of the night. Kurt's soft skin, his lips against Blaine's neck, their bodies wrapped around each other and the way Kurt looked as he fell asleep.

"So, David and I are going to be down by the diner for lunch," Wes began, pulling Blaine out of his thoughts, "and we were wondering if maybe you would like to join us."

Blaine nodded solemnly. "Sounds great."

To Blaine's chagrin they were sat at the table he and Kurt had sat at the night before. Kathleen, a younger waitress who was never as attentive or nice as Cynthia took their coffee orders and moved on, the diner buzzing with life on the beautiful Saturday afternoon. Blaine could hardly tell that it had been raining only hours before.

"So how was the party?" Blaine asked when they were finally settled.

"It was...a party," Wes replied hesitantly. "Well, I was having a pretty good time until David was puking everywhere."

David hit him on the shoulder. "We weren't going to tell him that part."

Blaine laughed and Wes continued, "Okay, enough about us. We want to hear what the hell happened last night. Who is this 'Mr. Indescribable.'"

Blaine's face dropped. He knew the conversation would come up, but not this quickly. "He was just a guy I met at the party," he shrugged. If Kurt were there he'd point out that he was lying.

Kathleen came by just in time with their coffee and took their orders. "And for you?" She asked Blaine after Wes and David were done ordering.

"Eggs sunny-side up and bacon, please," Blaine smiled, handing back his menu. "Wouldn't want to deny myself one of the greatest pleasures that is eggs and bacon." There was a bitterness to his voice.

Wes and David stared at Blaine as Kathleen left with their orders. "What?" Blaine asked, sipping his coffee.

"Is everything okay?" Wes asked, his tone becoming very serious. "Did he…"

Blaine instantly knew what he was talking about. "No, no, I just-" Blaine exhaled.

"On the phone you just sounded so...happy."

"I was," Blaine sighed. "I am."

"Yeah, especially if his hickey has anything to say about it," David chuckled.

"Shit." Blaine instinctively covered his neck with his hands. Kurt.

"I guess you don't have to tell us-"

"He left while I was sleeping, okay?" Blaine cut Wes off; there was no sense avoiding reality.

"Wow. What a douche," David said.

"But he's not," Blaine tried to explain as he remembered Kurt sitting directly in front of him in the exact same booth, his laugh, his smile, and he even remembered his coffee order. "He's amazing," he said as a smile formed on his lips.

"Well, did he at least give you his number?" Wes asked.

His smiled faded as he should his head. "It's complicated." Blaine had to remind himself that it was actually quite simple, they were just two people who met at a party.

Wes and David shared a look before Wes continued, "You at least know his name, right?"

"Yeah." Well, Kurt never did tell him his last name, but it didn't matter at this point, did it?

After they received their food Blaine stared out the window at the bustling city and wondered what else he had been missing all of these years. Maybe Kurt was a dream. Maybe he was his subconscious telling him that things needed to change, things needed to get better, and they could get better.

"Blaine?" David asked. Blaine looked at them and for a few moments, trying to remember where he was. "You haven't eaten anything."

Blaine looked down at his plate, which hadn't been touched, and then to Wes and David's, which were almost empty.

"Sorry," he said quietly before returning his focus back to the city. "I was just thinking about starting ice skating lessons."

Maybe emptiness was more painful than a broken heart.

After returning home from the diner, Blaine immediately began looking for a new apartment. It was like something had been triggered: the motivation to start over.

"And you want to move because…?" David asked over the phone the next day.

"Because my apartment is a piece of shit," Blaine said as he examined the coffee maker on his kitchen counter, he'd never even tried turning it on.

"Hey I'd gladly take that apartment off your hands. If you parents still pay the rent, of course."

"Do you need a coffee maker?" He asked, barely listening to what David was saying.

"Well if you're offering…"

"It's a nice coffee maker, very practical, I think you'll like it."

"I've seen your coffee maker, Blaine."

"Strange..." Blaine hummed to himself, drifting off.

"Are you sure you're okay?" David asked.

"I'm honestly going to cut off contact with the next person to ask me that," Blaine replied half-heartedly.

"Is there something you aren't telling us about that guy?"

"Kurt," Blaine gritted out. That guy. They kept calling him that guy. He wasn't something that could be encompassed in a generalized two words. He was Kurt.

"I'm sorry. Kurt. He seems like a real douche-"

"Stop!" Blaine raised his voice unexpectedly. "It was just a one-night-stand. That's it. I met him, we talked, and slept together. He didn't-doesn't owe me anything." Hearing the words come out of his own mouth made it all too clear: Kurt was gone from his life forever.

With every passing day the more personal the questions about Kurt became. Wes and David knew there was something more than what Blaine was telling them. They wanted to help, but there was no helping him.

As he lay awake the nights that followed the party, Blaine couldn't stop thinking about Kurt. Blaine had never felt for anyone the way he felt about Kurt. Was he going mad? Was he so starved for affection that he would fall for any guy who'd give him attention? Blaine scratched that idea, he'd met many guys before who seemed interested, but none of them were Kurt, and that was the problem.

He thought about trying to find him, but it was no use. All he knew about Kurt was that he went to a school for fashion design and that he had a friend who goes to NYU, but he couldn't remember their name. It was hopeless, like trying to find a needle in an 8.4 million straw haystack.

The emptiness continued for a few weeks, but rather than focusing on what Blaine was missing, he focused on the future. He focused on graduation and finding a new place to live, on telling his parents he was moving out and moving on, on learning to sing again.

His first karaoke night with Wes and David was the most fun he'd had since the night of the party. The bar reminded him of Kurt, and whenever someone went up to sing he imagined Kurt on the stage singing to him. But after a while he drifted back into reality and forced himself to forget, because that's all he really could do.

Exactly three weeks later and two weeks before graduation, he decided to tell his parents he was moving out.

It was difficult at first, but once his mouth started moving words began to spill out like milk across a kitchen table.

"Why didn't you tell us you were unhappy?" His mother said over the phone, her voice sincere.

Blaine paused. Why didn't he tell her? "I guess I didn't want to disappoint you," he answered quietly. Maybe that was the reason. Was that the reason? Where was Kurt when he needed him…

"Oh Blaine, we...if we had known." She sighed.

"But you did know. You knew I wanted to be a performer. You knew that was important to me. The only way to get myself to New York was to go along with your ultimatum. Now I've wasted four years doing something I hate. And it's not your fault, because I should have been strong enough to pursue my dreams on my own." Was he strong enough now? "I just didn't see any other way at the time. I was young…and naive…" Blaine drifted off, he couldn't keep his head in the past, he was the only one with control over his destiny, he had to to choose his own path.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "That's why I'm not accepting any more of your money."

And thus was the start of Blaine's new life, even though the old one hadn't entirely ended yet.

His first job was at the diner. Cynthia surprised Blaine with the job, telling him he didn't have to take it, but if he needed the extra cash the position would be open for him. Of course he couldn't refuse.

Blaine was on his way to creating the future he wanted, even if Kurt was never going to be a part of it.

So if you like this story PLEASE hound me to write more because that's my biggest motivation. I'm honestly sorry I never went back to finish this story, but at least I'm aiming to do that now.