Blaine sulked into the house, staring at his planner.
MD Monday 10:40 AM
Which meant that his mock trial had been moved up a week… which meant that Blaine would not be able to meet Kurt in three days for their three day weekend… which also meant that he was pushing back plans again.
He sighed and tossed his messenger bag onto the couch, scowling.
"What's up, buttercup?" Wes chirped, coming into the room grinning.
"Mock trial got moved up." Blaine sighed a bit.
"What? Can they do that?"
"Technically, we offered to do it." Blaine frowned. "This girl's grandfather is in the hospital and probably won't make it. Her trial was meant to be on Monday but she has to go to Wyoming or something… And there aren't exactly make ups at Harvard."
"So you and your partner switched dates with her?"
"Nobody else was going to." Blaine bit his lip. "Kurt's going to kill me."
"Kurt's not going to kill you. He's reasonable." Wes rolled his eyes. "You probably saved that girl's career."
"I know. I just miss him. I was really looking forward to seeing him." Blaine sat on the couch. "And now I have to call and tell him we can't meet. We still aren't even completely back to normal after the last fight."
Wes shrugged. "You two will be fine. Just call him and tell him now, that way he won't have his hopes up. Maybe you can meet him next weekend instead?"
"That's a good idea…" Blaine nodded. "Hopefully he'll talk to me long enough for me to suggest it."
"Don't be so dramatic, Blainers." Wes nudged him and then went down the hall towards his bedroom. "Call your lover!"
"Right." Blaine grabbed his phone out of his bag and then sat on the couch. Call Kurt. He should probably do that sooner rather than later.
He had just began to punch in Kurt's number when his roommate walked through, sending him a dirty look.
"What is your problem?" Blaine snapped.
"That would be you." The guy grunted.
"Nobody is asking you to stay."
His roommate narrowed his eyes before stalking off.
"Asshole." Blaine muttered, standing and going to his bedroom. He had more important things to worry about. Like his boyfriend.
Can you talk?, Blaine texted Kurt and sat on his bed to wait for Kurt's response.
Always, Kurt responded.
Blaine smiled brightly and then called Kurt. "Hey!"
"I am so glad you called! I've spent all day looking up things for us to do on our three day weekend. There is this really great theater that we have to go to. And, oh my God, one of the Top Ten Restaurants In America is there! We're going to go—and I'm paying, so do not try to argue with me." Kurt prattled on.
"That sounds really amazing, Kurt."
"And I was thinking maybe we can—."
"Kurt, Kurt… Hold on." Blaine interrupted, closing his eyes. This wouldn't go over well. "We need to talk."
"Oh no." Kurt said, excitement leaving his voice. "What's going on?"
"They pushed my project up. I can't meet you this weekend. I am so sorry. The person who was supposed to go can't because her grandfather is, like, on his deathbed. She asked me to swap places otherwise she'd have to withdraw and—."
"Blaine, it's fine." Kurt interrupted him this time.
"Yeah?" Blaine asked, sounding hopeful.
"Of course I'm not going to kill you… It was really nice of you to do that for her."
"Yeah only I'm a week behind on preparing for it so I literally have no idea what I'm going to do. Meanwhile I need to decide if I'm going to stay here and start looking for places to apply for summer work or an internship because my loans won't carry me through the summer and I'm really, really stressed out right now." Blaine rambled.
"You'll be fine. What day will your project be now?"
"This Monday. It was going to be the next Monday." Blaine groaned. "I mean, I know I'll be fine. I just wish I had longer to prepare because I had a system and now my system is shot to hell and I… I don't regret saying I would do it but man..."
"It'll be okay."
"You're sad." Blaine sighed. "I can tell. Kurt, I'm really sorry."
"I'm sad I don't get to see you sooner, yes. But I would have done the same thing if it came to a project deadline and someone in my class was in the same situation." Kurt sighed a bit as well. "Will I not see you until spring break?"
"No! I mean, no. I was thinking that we could meet up next weekend instead… If you can." Blaine said quickly. "I mean, can you? You don't have to. I hope you can."
Kurt, who was seated at his desk, quickly stood and ran to grab his planner. His heart sank when he finally found the page for the following week. "I can't next weekend… I have two midterms."
"This sucks. Kurt, I'm so sorry."
"No, no, no. It's okay." Kurt reassured him, swallowing a lump in his throat. This always happened. "So it'll be four weeks. That's okay."
"It's not okay. I miss you so much." Blaine groaned again. "It's the hardest part of all of this."
"Just hang around Wes more. He'll cheer you up." Kurt said, trying to make his voice cheerful. It was hard though. Who did he have to cheer him up? Blaine usually did that. Sure, he had his family there… but it wasn't the same.
"You don't understand. I feel like we haven't talked in forever. I know it's because I pretty much refused to talk to you and the fight and everything but I just want to kiss you, okay?" Blaine said, pitifully.
Kurt smiled a bit, sadly. "I want to kiss you too. And hug you. And maybe some other things."
"Speaking of other things, I'm pretty sure Wes has some girl in his room now. I've failed at cockblocking today. I need to step up my A game."
Kurt laughed loudly, holding the phone out so he didn't hurt Blaine's ear. When he quit laughing and held the phone back to his ear, he heard Blaine giggling. "Why would you even do that?"
"I don't know. It's just turned into our thing. He makes it impossible to have phone and Skype sex because he's always here… I feel obligated." Blaine laughed.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're so weird."
"I know." Blaine smiled. "But you still love me."
"On Mondays and Tuesdays."
"Good thing it's Tuesday."
Kurt swallowed and bit his lip before speaking. "I do love you."
"I know. I love you too… It'll get better soon, right?"
"I don't know. We keep saying that and it's not happened yet, has it?"
Blaine took a deep breath, clearly trying to decide what to say. What could he say, though? It was true. Their situation wasn't ideal and it didn't seem to be getting any easier to handle.
Kurt interrupted his thoughts by speaking again. "Hey, listen. I promised Carole that I'd go out to dinner with her and Melody since Dad's working late again, so I need to get ready. She wants to go somewhere nice and you know how long it takes me to get ready to go anywhere nice."
"I wish I could take you somewhere nice."
"When we see each other, we have to have a makeup Valentine's dinner." Kurt pointed out. "We'll just go somewhere really nice then."
"Alright. Well, I love you. Call me later tonight?" Blaine asked.
"I'll call around bedtime. I love you, Blaine. Bye."
"Bye."
Kurt hung up, smiling widely as Carole and Melody came into the house.
"Hey, hon!" Carole smiled and touched his face. "Did you have a good day at school?"
"Yeah, it was alright." Kurt shrugged a bit.
"What's wrong?" Carole asked, looking concerned.
"Blaine can't meet this weekend. It's no big deal." Kurt lied, shrugging again. Too much shrugging. He was going to give himself away.
"Oh, sweetie… I'm sorry. I know you were looking forward to seeing him." Carole frowned.
Kurt looked down as Melody wrapped her arms around his leg, nuzzling him. "It's okay. I'm kind of getting used to it. I think I'm more annoyed I didn't expect it."
Carole opened her mouth but Kurt shook his head, smiling.
"Really. It's whatever. Just let me change and I'll be ready to go." Kurt scooped Melody up. "Want to help me decide what to wear?"
"The purple one, Kurt! The purple shirt! And the yellow pants!"
"Clearly you don't get your fashion sense from me." Kurt joked, carrying Melody off to her room.
"I drew you a pick-ture today! It's you… you and Blaine and the doggy!" Melody exclaimed as Kurt tossed her onto the bed (very carefully, of course) and went to his closet.
"Did you?" Kurt gasped, opening the door and then looking back at her with his mouth hanging open.
"It's pretty!" Melody nodded happily.
"I'll have to frame it!" Kurt smiled and then pulled a pair of jeans and Melody's favorite purple button down shirt out of his closet.
"Perfecto!" Melody giggled.
"Blue jeans will go with purple shirts better than yellow pants." Kurt said slowly, tapping her nose.
"But I like yellow and purple." Melody protested, jumping off of the bed.
"Well I don't think they go together in the way you wanted me to wear them."
Melody pouted, crossing her arms over his chest.
"However your purple and yellow dress is really pretty. Maybe mommy will let you wear it?" Kurt asked, arching his eyebrow.
Melody giggled loudly. "I don't wanna, Kuuuuurt!"
"Okay." Kurt scooped her up. "Because I think you look gorgeous in what you're wearing."
Melody giggled again and nuzzled his shoulder. "I love you, Kurt."
"When I'm complimenting you." Kurt kissed the top of her head. "Can I get dressed?"
"Uh huh." Melody sat still when Kurt placed her on his bed and went into his attached bathroom, leaving the door open. "I miss Blaine."
"Me too, sweetie." Kurt came out of the bathroom, straightening his shirt. "But we'll see him in a month."
Melody hopped off of the bed, taking Kurt's hand as they walked out. "Ready, mommy!"
Carole, who had just finished getting ready, smiled happily. "Well, let's go!"
…
"I'm sorry you won't get to see Blaine for a while, Kurt." Carole said halfway into their dinner.
"Me too but it's fine." Kurt forced a smile, taking a bite of his salad as Melody colored her activity sheet that the waitress had given her. He shrugged a bit. "Does he talk to you a lot? He probably does."
"I haven't heard from him in over a week actually." Carole admitted. "He's just busy."
"I can't believe he hasn't talked to you." Kurt looked genuinely shocked.
"He'll call when he has time. I'm sure he's got a lot on his plate. Just like you do. I got up to get some water at four and your light was still on, Kurt." Carole looked at him. "I hope you're getting enough sleep, hon."
"I slept late this morning." Kurt promised. "I just wanted to get it done. Sometimes it's easier to stay up late than to get up early."
Carole patted his arm and smiled. "You're so close to graduating. Less than a semester."
Kurt smiled, this one not forced. "It's a little surreal. I should be getting a Parsons letter in the next five weeks."
"You'll get in. You got in for an undergraduate degree, so there's no doubt in my mind that you'll get in."
Kurt's smile grew. "Thanks."
"Do you know where you're going to live?"
"Well Rachel and Mercedes are going to move in together and Quinn doesn't want to leave her apartment, so I'm going to stay with Quinn."
Melody reached over, pulling a mini tomato out of Kurt's salad and popping it into her mouth.
"Melody!" Carole gasped.
Melody giggled and gave Kurt a sweet smile.
"Little booger." Kurt ruffled her hair and put a few more of his tomatoes on her plate.
"I'm not a booooooger!" Melody squealed, nuzzling his arm.
"If you say so." Kurt laughed.
Melody ate another one of his tomatoes and went back to coloring, humming as she did.
"I haven't even gotten to talk to Blaine about it yet." Kurt said, looking Carole in the eye. "He literally has no idea what my plans are. He just never has time to talk. He's always busy… and lately, he spends half the time we're on the phone talking to his mock trial partner."
"I'm sure it's because he's spending so much time with his partner." Carole frowned. "He cares about you a lot, Kurt."
"I know that. I do." Kurt said, his voice firm. "But it doesn't make it any easier. Sometimes it's like I'm putting in more. And then I feel bad for thinking that because this is his dream but we should be important too."
"Long distance relationships are hard, hon. They're a lot of work. There will be plenty of ups and downs but if you keep at it, it will get better."
"It feels pretty hopeless right now."
"Have you talked to him about it?"
"I hate to talk about depressing things when we talk…" Kurt sighed and looked down. "Plus, it kind of feels like something I should say in person, you know? That way some assignment can't get in the way."
"Focus on the things that make you happy." Carole squeezed his hand, watching him carefully. "Hold onto that."
Kurt looked at Carole's hand on his, his eyes zoning in on his promise ring that didn't seem to mean as much as it had a few years ago when Blaine had given it to him.
"Blaine makes me happy… when I have him." Kurt whispered. "It's just so hard to fight for him this much. What if he'd be happier…" he trailed off.
"What if he'd be happier what?" Carole asked, meeting his eyes.
"I don't know." Kurt forced a smile. "Never mind."
"Your happiness matters too, Kurt." Carole squeezed his hand once again. "Don't forget that."
Kurt nodded and squeezed her hand back. "I won't…"
Carole gave his hand another squeeze before turning her attention to Melody and her drawing. "Is that Oreo, hon?"
"Yeah! Oreo wants to see Blaine at dogger school!" Melody nodded eagerly.
Yeah, me too, Kurt thought to himself before his eyes widened.
And why couldn't he go see Blaine at Harvard?
So Blaine couldn't meet half way… Maybe Kurt would just go all the way this time.
***LTC***
This was going to be great.
Kurt couldn't remember very many times that he'd surprised Blaine, but he'd definitely never surprised Blaine quite like this.
He assumed Blaine would be busy a great deal of the time, of course. However, they would at least get to sleep together. He would get to feel Blaine's arms around him, they would get to kiss goodnight, kiss in the morning when they woke up. Even if Blaine wasn't able to spend time with him apart from when they were sleeping, it would still be worth it.
He only hoped the visit went well. There had been enough fights between them to last four years as far as Kurt was concerned. Maybe things could look up for them now, maybe it would be alright. Maybe they would be okay.
He took a deep breath, stopped at Blaine's doorstep, and knocked.
Please let it not be the asshole roommate… please let it not be the assh—
"Kurt! Hey! I didn't know you were coming—wait. Does Blaine know you're coming?" Wes threw open the door, grinning.
"I thought I'd surprise him since he couldn't meet—Blaine!" Kurt beamed, beyond excited. It was Blaine. And he looked good. Frazzled, maybe, but good. Then again, he was gorgeous. When did he ever not look good?
"What are you—What-?" Blaine, who was now in the doorway holding a burrito and wearing a very confused look on his face, looked at Kurt. "Kurt?"
"I figured I could come to you that way you can get work done and we can spend some time together when you're free." Kurt smiled, stepping up to him. "This way we don't have to wait until spring break to see each other."
"Why would you do that without talking to me?" Blaine asked, now looking somewhere between confused and annoyed.
Kurt felt his heart drop to his stomach. This was not what he'd been expecting. Blaine wasn't happy to see him. Blaine wasn't happy to see him.
Wes coughed loudly, sending Blaine a look.
"I thought you would be happy." Kurt's smile fell and he tried to push away the coldness that was kind of sweeping into his heart, into his stomach, taking over everything. Because Blaine didn't want him here.
"I pushed back our trip for a reason, Kurt." Blaine said slowly, frowning.
"You sounded upset and I wanted to surprise you." Kurt swallowed and then looked Blaine in the eye. Why did he feel this way? He had never felt unwanted in Blaine's presence before.
"I have a lot to do this weekend, Kurt. I thought you understood that." Blaine's facial expression softened and he moved forward, pulling Kurt into a hug. "I love you."
"I love you." Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine, holding him close.
"I'm sorry. I'm just surprise is all." Blaine mumbled into his hair, giving him a squeeze. "I love you so much."
Kurt smiled and pulled away, touching Blaine's face. "You dropped your burrito."
"Damn." Blaine pouted a bit and then picked it up, tossing it out into their large garbage can that was outside their porch ("because it's easier to take it out on Monday mornings, Blainers. Duh."). "I thought about that burrito for a long time."
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"For like four days, Kurt. I'm not exaggerating."
"Oh my goodness. You haven't had time to get Taco Bell?" Kurt gasped. "Are you sure I'm not seeing a ghost?"
Wes, who had left the area, walked back up and punched Blaine in the stomach. He then grinned and said cheerfully, "Not a ghost! My hand didn't go through!"
"Thank you for that assessment, Wes." Blaine grunted.
"Anything for you, Blainer Boo." Wes patted his head and then went back into the house.
"Here, here, let me get your bag." Blaine said, coming to his senses and picking up Kurt's bag. "I really am glad to see you. Sorry, I'm just stressing a lot now. It's a lot of work we have to get done over the weekend and both Adrian and I have been busy for other classes so we're more behind than we should be… for being really behind already."
"I'm glad to see you too." Kurt gave him a genuine smile, leaning and wrapping his arms around Blaine in a tight hug. "I've missed you so much."
Blaine dropped his bag, arms going around Kurt and giving him a tight squeeze. "I missed you too."
Kurt closed his eyes, wanting to stay wrapped in his arms forever. He smiled when Blaine pulled back and then kissed him slowly. Blaine stiffened when a throat cleared.
Kurt pulled away, licking his lips. He then turned behind him, seeing Blaine's other roommate. He'd only seen the guy once or twice before and the exchanges hadn't been particularly friendly, so Kurt wasn't about to say anything.
"Is he, like, staying here again?" The guy asked bluntly, scowling.
"Are you?" Blaine asked, a sarcastic sweetness in his voice.
"That's just fucking disgusting." The guy scoffed and stormed past them, making his way to his bedroom.
"Kurt, Asshole. Asshole, Kurt. I'm sure you remember him." Blaine scowled himself. "I hate that guy. I think I'd rather spend an hour alone with my grandmother every day than just pass him on my way out the door every day."
"For someone who acts so entitled, you'd think he would be good looking." Kurt shrugged one shoulder and then wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, kissing him again. "You know, Blaine Anderson, you're sexy when you're mad… Especially when you're not mad at me."
"Oh, yeah?" A grin slowly spread across Blaine's face. "Well you just so happen to be sexy all of the time. I don't think I can keep up."
"Oh, you're managing." Kurt giggled a bit and kissed his cheek.
"I have to leave in a few minutes to meet Adrian so we can work on our trial stuff… But I'm pretty sure that Wes is staying in, so maybe you two can hang out?" Blaine kissed Kurt's nose.
"Sure. And if he's busy, it's fine. I assumed you'd be busy a lot of the time. I brought some homework for when you are… and the newest issue of Vogue."
"God, I don't think I've even looked at a Vogue issue since I started at Harvard in August." Blaine whined.
"Which is why I brought all the issues you've missed. I also have a care package from Carole—and Melody. Melody said I had to stress and Melody." Kurt said very seriously.
Blaine laughed. "You know, I get excited every time you guys send me one? But especially excited when it's from you. That stuffed dog you got me was really cute."
"Well I know you've had a pretty stressful few weeks. I thought you could use a smile." Kurt beamed at him. "But go and get ready to meet your partner. I'm fine."
"Okay, okay, okay. Here, come with me. We'll put your bag in my room and I'll find Wesley. If he mentions anything about me and alcohol, I really think he's making it up but I was so drunk that I don't even remember getting drunk, so there's that." Blaine grabbed Kurt's bag and led him down the hall.
"What did you do or not do?" Kurt asked, resisting the urge to roll his eyes when he saw just how spotless Blaine's room was.
"Something about a shirt and an ice cream or something. I don't know." Blaine placed Kurt's bag on his bed and then ran to his drawers, taking all of the stuff out of one and quickly shoving the stuff in another drawer. "Here, for your stuff. And there are plenty of hangers and—."
"Go. It's fine." Kurt promised, kissing him.
"I love you." Blaine said, giving him a goofy smile. He then lowered his voice and said, very quietly, "Thank you for coming to see me."
"I couldn't go any longer without seeing you. I just couldn't. I missed you too much." Kurt kissed him once again. Man, he really had missed the kissing more than he'd thought.
"I'm taking you out to dinner tonight. A nice one. For Valentine's Day." Blaine promised, pulling away. "Since we missed it again. So look up online and pick anywhere and we'll go, okay?"
"Okay." Kurt smiled brightly. "Bye, I love you."
"I love you too. So much. So, so much." Blaine kissed him quickly and ran from the room.
Kurt sat on Blaine's bed and swallowed a lump in his throat, looking at the framed pictures of him and Blaine on Blaine's nightstand and dresser. He missed Blaine so much.
"Yo, Kurtsie." Wes wandered in.
"Hey." Kurt sniffed a bit and smiled brightly.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Allergies." Kurt lied, smile growing. "How are you? Do you like Harvard? I know Blaine loves it here."
"Like is a strong word for school that is this much work." Wes laughed a bit and plopped on Blaine's bed as if he did it all of the time—and for all Kurt knew, he probably did.
Kurt laughed a bit and sat down on the bed as well.
"Are you two okay? Since the fight?"
Kurt nodded, looking at the photo album which was on Blaine's night stand. "Yes, I think. We've been talking almost daily since then. We're trying to communicate better and talk through things…"
"Then why do you look like you might cry?"
"Maybe because I've been doing that a lot lately. I don't know." Kurt sighed a bit. "He didn't look happy to see me."
"He practically growls at me when I come into his room if it makes you feel any better. He's super stressed out." Wes said gently. "He's always like this before a mock trial. A lot of work goes into them, I guess, and it being moved up… Sometimes he turns into a jerk when he's stressed out."
"Is he doing okay? Really doing okay?" Kurt asked, looking at Wes.
"I think he would be better if we weren't living with a homophobic asshole, but there isn't a whole lot he can do about it… But he's doing okay, I think." Wes frowned. "But he heard about his grandmother. About her leukemia."
"My dad told me. I didn't want to say anything because… you know." Kurt said, trailing off and shrugging. "I didn't know how he'd react. I don't like to make him think about that stuff."
"No. I don't either." Wes agreed. "But his brother called and told him. At least he found out from Alex."
"How did he take it?"
"Weirdly… You know, she's the only reason he went to Dalton and got to go to UK. Even if she's horrible, I feel like Blaine still…" Wes trailed off, trying to find the right words. "I think he doesn't like her, but I don't think he dislikes her as much as he dislikes his parents."
"That makes sense but she still doesn't sound like a nice woman."
"She's the worst. Talk about privileged snooty women." Wes groaned. "I just hope he doesn't go visit her."
"Does he want to?"
Wes sighed. "He doesn't want to but I'm pretty sure he's feeling obligated."
Kurt frowned.
"I wouldn't worry about it. If he doesn't have time to come see you in Lima, he definitely won't make time to see her in Westerville." Wes reassured Kurt. "Still, I kind of feel bad for the woman. Even if she's a big, snooty bitch."
"I don't have any sympathy for her. She's horrible to him. They all are." Kurt said very seriously.
Wes hopped up. "Do you want a snack? Blaine probably won't be back for a few hours."
"Sure, but don't you have homework?" Kurt asked, standing as well.
"I'll make time later. I want to catch up with my friend." Wes grinned and walked out of the bedroom. "Come on before the big, bad asshole comes out and tries to make gay soup out of you."
"I'm trying to decide if that was offensive or not." Kurt commented, following him into the kitchen.
Wes grinned again and draped an arm over Kurt's shoulder. "If you haven't figured out I'm offensive by now, Kurtsie, we haven't spent enough time together. Luckily I have no major assignments due next week, so there'll be plenty of time for that to happen."
…
Later that night Kurt was half asleep, curled on Blaine's bed in Blaine's sweatshirt, when the bedroom door opened and a sleepy looking Blaine came in.
"You're up!" Blaine said, tired face lighting up.
"Mostly." Kurt smiled and hopped up, going to hug him. "Your house is cold."
"I see you found a sweatshirt though." Blaine kissed his cheek. "Wes would have turned the heat up, you know?"
"I was fine with the alternative." Kurt smiled again. "I brought your old sweatshirt back. Maybe we can swap?"
Blaine laughed and nodded. "Okay. I can probably do that. Do you want to get ready to go? Did you pick a place?"
"I was thinking you could pick where we have dinner and I can pick where we have dessert." Kurt said, somewhat slyly.
"I knew you'd see there was a Cheesecake Factory near here." Blaine giggled. "It's seven, so we should have enough time. Do you need to get ready?"
"Not tonight. I just want to spend time with you." Kurt said, lacing their hands together.
"You mean you're even going to wear my sweatshirt in the restaurant?" Blaine asked, looking surprised.
"Of course not. I'm going to take it off in the parking lot and leave it in the car." Kurt laughed. "Did you really think I'd wear a sweatshirt in public?"
"What about the one with the shoulder, you know?" Blaine leaned down, kissing Kurt's shoulder.
"Yes well that one is fashionable. This one is hideous." Kurt remarked.
"Oh, I've missed you." Blaine slid his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him close, pressing against him.
"I've missed you too." Kurt looked at him. "So much."
Blaine smiled, hazel eyes bright. "Let's go. I don't want to get back home too late."
"Oh?"
"Extracurricular activities." Blaine said, nodding once with a serious expression on his face.
"I like the way you think, Anderson." Kurt nudged him. "Let us go."
…
"Thank you." Blaine smiled brightly as Kurt held the door open for him.
"You're welcome." Kurt beamed and then linked hands with Blaine as a hostess led them to a table. "I'm so excited."
"I bet you are. We're getting Cheesecake Factory after this." Blaine laughed.
"We are absolutely horrible at Valentine's Day. I think we've only had two real ones."
"We had three." Blaine protested.
"No. One we were together, but you had the stomach flu and we were stuck in the bathroom all night." Kurt corrected.
"Oh…. That's right." Blaine frowned. "Well… does the year we weren't dating count? We did sing Silly Love Songs and look at each other a lot?"
"It doesn't count because you sang a sex song to a hipster."
"I have no recollection of that. I have no idea what you're talking about. Clearly you're making things up in your head." Blaine maintained a very serious expression.
Kurt giggled. "Alright. I'll let you think it was all a horrible, embarrassing dream."
"Thank you for that." Blaine smiled a bit. "You know… I know at first it didn't seem like it, but I'm really glad you came like this. It means a lot to me. Sorry I reacted poorly at first."
"I'm sorry I didn't okay it with you… I really didn't think it would be a problem." Kurt admitted¸ making eye contact. "I'm sorry if you felt like I wasn't taking you seriously when you said you had a lot of work…"
"It's okay. I think I'm mostly tired more than anything… that and stressed out. I mean, Adrian is amazing and everything. He's really cool; he's on my level in the class. We're both kind of above most of the other students. Hanging out with him is great, but mock trials are a lot of work and we're not going to have as much time to prepare as the defense team." Blaine rubbed his eyes and yawned a bit.
"At least you have a partner you like." Kurt said.
"He's awesome. I hope he stays my partner for the rest of the semester. He usually is on the defense team but they moved some students around. He is so much better than my last partner. It's like night and day. The last girl made me do all of the work and she sucked in presenting our argument. Ugh, I don't want to think about it." Blaine shook his head, as if getting rid of the thoughts about his old partner.
"Is he cute?" Kurt asked before he even knew he had thought of the question.
"I mean, he's attractive. But this is purely for school. Besides, I'm dating you. I don't need to look at anyone else because look at you. You're gorgeous. I've always thought you were, but puberty has definitely done you well." Blaine gestured at Kurt.
Kurt rolled his eyes, not believing him. "I think you're biased."
Blaine thanked the waitress when she sat down their food and then returned his attention to Kurt, nudging Kurt's foot with his own.
"How is the internship going?" Blaine asked after taking a bite of his dinner, trying to not sound overly interested although he really wanted Kurt to say it was horrible, he was finding a new one, that Derek was an asshat.
"It's… It's like normal, I guess. I don't really talk to Derek anymore, though, if that's what you're really asking." Kurt eyed him, not looking annoyed. He was mostly surprised that Derek had shown up in the conversation.
Blaine bit his lip. Okay. Maybe he was more transparent than he thought. Then again, this was Kurt he was talking about.
"We're not friends. I've seen him outside of the internship once since we made up a few weeks ago and it was too awkward, so Alec and I left after like five minutes." Kurt admitted. "I don't think we'll ever be friends. He keeps making offhand statements about you and I when we're working together and it's… it's really getting under my skin. He says it like he's joking, but he's not. I can… I can tell that he really said those things to you. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Blaine looked down. "I just really wonder how he knew."
"I don't know, Blaine." Kurt shook his head, biting his lip. "I really don't know. I just know he didn't hear it from me."
"Did you ever say anything to Alec? You're closer to him."
"No. I've never talked about it to anyone but you." Kurt looked him in the eyes, pleading Blaine to believe him.
"Okay." Blaine nodded and smiled a bit. "Who knows? It doesn't really matter, though, as long as he doesn't do anything that comes between us."
Kurt leaned over the table, kissing him quickly. "Let's not talk about anything negative for the rest of the night. I just want to spend some good time together before I have to leave. We won't see each other until April on your spring break."
"At least it's a light work week for you that week… And you'll be staying with me two weeks later on yours." Blaine's smile grew. "Seeing you so soon after one visit may spoil us."
"We could use a little spoiling in that department, don't you think?"
Blaine reached over and grabbed Kurt's hand, holding it over the table. "I do. It's too bad you can't stay for a few weeks… or years."
Kurt smiled a bit. "I mentioned hypothetically coming here until you were done and then going to Parsons… Dad almost had a heart attack. He then had Paige and Taylor come down and 'talk sense into me.'"
"Oh?"
"Paige told me I should do it." Kurt laughed. "I thought Taylor's head was going to explode… Then again, I think Taylor's secret motivation is that she wants to be able to see me all the time."
"I think your dad called in the wrong people." Blaine laughed also. "He should have gotten your grandparents."
"No. Grandpa isn't such a big fan of me doing something impractical, remember? And Grammy loves you. She'd probably ask to come up with me." Kurt rolled his eyes, smile not leaving his face.
"You can't do that, you know." Blaine said gently.
"I know." Kurt nodded once. "I know. As much as I might really want to, this… will be good for us. We need to know we can live independent of each other. And we can do it. We've lasted this long."
Barely, Kurt mentally added.
Blaine looked down at his plate, which was still half full, and then pushed it away.
"Are you not hungry?" Kurt asked worriedly.
"I thought I was but I kind of have a head ache." Blaine admitted, frowning.
He didn't look sick, though. He looked nervous. Being apart was killing Kurt; was it killing Blaine too? It was almost like being around Blaine made it worse. It didn't used to be like that…
"Let's get you home if you have a headache." Kurt said quietly, standing. "I'll get to go boxes for our food."
"No. It's fine." Blaine said, alarmed. "Let's finish. I'm okay. It's not bad enough that we need to leave." He then smiled brightly. "I promise."
Kurt slowly sat back down, unsure.
Blaine reached over the table again, grabbing his hand. It was so weird, to just be able to hold hands and not glance around to make sure people weren't looking. Blaine was comfortable here in Massachusetts. It had really become Blaine's home.
"How's Kreacher?" Blaine asked. "I'll never admit it to anyone else, but I kind of miss the dumb dog."
Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling again. "Fine. He misses you too. Carole's trying to talk Dad into getting a new puppy 'for Melody' but I think it's really so Kreacher will have someone to play with. Oreo just lays there and stares at him."
Blaine laughed a bit. "Does your dad know how hard it was to train Kreacher?"
"It took a long time to train him too."
"He mainly only listens to you, too." Blaine added.
"At least it'll give me a distraction." Kurt said, feeling a bit more cheerful the more that they talked. "And puppies are really, really cute."
"Well when you all get it, I want to come to Ohio and see it." Blaine grinned. "I wish we could have pets here, but Asshole is allergic."
"Hey, you have your $800 fish." Kurt pointed out. "Don't go feeling too bad for yourself."
"I'm pretty sure the clown fish and the puffer fish are having an affair. Did I tell you that?" Blaine asked, still grinning.
"What is it with you and making up backstories for fish—in cups and live ones?" Kurt laughed, squeezing his hand.
"I guess I'm just cute like that or something." Blaine tilted his head adorably.
"Something like that." Kurt leaned over and kissed him. "I love you, Blaine."
"I love you too, Kurt." Blaine beamed as he pulled away. "You ready for cheesecake?"
***LTC***
"Holy cow. Blaine is actually up early on a day he doesn't have to be?" Wes gasped early the next morning when he went into the kitchen to see Kurt and Blaine at the kitchen table, still in pajamas and looking absolutely adorable as they ate their scrambled eggs and toast.
"There's some left in the big bowl if you want any." Kurt said cheerfully, waving.
"Man, I knew there was a reason Blaine picked you." Wes grinned.
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I made them actually." Blaine said. "Eggs aren't his forte."
"I know how to make them." Kurt said. "Blaine just makes them better."
Blaine grinned and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "We were going to get breakfast out but we figured we could do that tomorrow since he'll have to leave before I go into classes."
"Aww, you mean he's not moving in? Darn!" Wes teased. "I don't think the place has looked this neat or organized since the last time Blaine cleaned... which he never has time to do anymore."
"I do what I can." Blaine pouted, sticking out his lower lip. "And I keep my room perfect. You could help out."
"It's not your fault you're busy." Kurt kissed Blaine quickly when they heard Asshole walking down the hall, not knowing how long they would have until they could freely do so again. Everybody remained silent until the guy, who was talking obnoxiously on his cell phone, left the house.
"I don't know how someone with such little brains made it into Harvard." Wes muttered before going and making himself a plate.
"Do you want to sit with us?" Blaine asked.
"No. You two should have some alone time. Kurt leaves tomorrow." Wes said, messing up Blaine's hair as he walked by.
Blaine rolled his eyes but smiled brightly at Kurt. "What do you want to do?"
"Anything as long as I can be with you." Kurt responded. "Do you have any ideas?"
"How about we just lie in bed and watch When Harry Met Sally?" Blaine suggested.
"Is it on Pay Per View?" Kurt asked.
"No. I... bought this as a surprise for the next time I saw you... I bought the DVD for us. I figured we could add it to our collection of movies."
Kurt smiled, watching Blaine with bright blue eyes. "I love you so much, Blaine Anderson. I hope you know that."
Blaine's smile grew even more as he leaned in and kissed Blaine on the lips. "I love you too, Kurt."
…
Maybe Kurt should have walked on by the shop when he realized it was the one that Blaine and his partner were studying in. After all, it had been three hours. Surely Blaine was almost done, right? In all honesty, Kurt just wanted to see this Adrian guy. The one whom Blaine outright admitted was cute.
He trusted Blaine.
It wasn't like he thought he was going to walk into the shop and find them going at it in a corner booth or anything.
He just wanted to get some coffee, glance so he could see what the guy looked like, and leave without even mentioning it to Blaine.
However, Kurt forgot that he was many things—and one of the biggest things about him? He stood out. As soon as he got his coffee and was set to head out the door (rather annoyed he only saw the back of Adrian's head), he heard Blaine's voice.
"Kurt?"
Damn. Why do I have to stand out so much?
Adrian, who was sitting across from Blaine and looking over a notebook, looked up. He had dark brown, perfectly styled hair and brilliant blue eyes. The color of his eyes stood out even more against his nicely tanned skin. And he had freaking muscles. Muscles. The guy for real could have been a swimsuit model for a living.
Double damn. He's freaking gorgeous. I'm babysitting my sister when I'm in Ohio and he's spending time with that? No wonder he talks about him more than me.
"Oh, is this where you were going?" Kurt asked innocently.
"Yeah… it was." Blaine said, voice sounding it's perky, usual self. But Kurt knew Blaine. He was in trouble.
"Hi! I'm Adrian!" Blaine's partner stood and held out his hand, offering a bright smile.
And polite? Fuck my life.
"I'm Kurt." Kurt forced a smile and shook the guy's hand.
"Sorry I've been keeping him so long. It's my fault and not his. He's much better at this than I am. I usually do defendant and not plaintiff but my professor thought I was finding it too easy and now he's stuck with me." Adrian gave a one shouldered shrug. "You should sit with us!"
Kurt glanced at Blaine, who shrugged and moved his bag off of the seat next to him.
"Are you sure?"
"Well you're here, aren't you?" Blaine let out a laugh that didn't meet his eyes and then turned the notebook Adrian was looking at to another page.
"It's all starting to blur together now." Adrian sighed. "I'm still for going to see the Avengers sequel… threequel. Whatever you call a third installment."
"Yes but you work better under pressure. I however break out in acne and have near anxiety attacks." Blaine said, fighting a yawn.
"It's Saturday. That leaves… tomorrow." Adrian groaned. "I should have been a carpenter."
Blaine snorted and took a big drink of his coffee. "Do you want me to order you one, Kurt?"
"No, I'm fine." Kurt held up the coffee had had just bought before glancing at the notebook curiously.
"These are the notes we've taken off of two cases similar to the ones we have to do." Adrian explained, taking a drink of his coffee. "We have a case about cocaine possession. Our client is Jose."
"Jose sounds like the name of a drug dealer." Kurt commented.
"Okay, so, we just have to prove he's guilty beyond reasonable doubt. I agree with Kurt. Part of our evidence should definitely be the fact that his name is Jose." Adrian said. "It's believable and if you are the one to say it, Doc will eat it up."
"I doubt that." Blaine laughed a bit.
Kurt snorted. So professors loved Blaine everywhere. He wasn't surprised.
"Okay, okay, I'm tired. Let's go over it again." Adrian yawned. "We need to focus on getting the court-ordered evaluation to be counted in as evidence against him and go for 18 months instead of the usual sentence of zero to six since he's a repeat offender. It is less than 40 grams so it's only a misdemeanor, but that still affects schools grants and stuff which really sucks for Jose but whatever… Why would Jose even be in school? He's a drug dealer. He's probably making more than he'd make at a job he could get with a degree."
"I don't know. But we have the one minor witness and then the expert witness which really is going to seal our win. As long as we don't read from notes, make sure we get the guy's horrible personality out there, and connect with the jury. That's what always gets people. It not being believable enough." Blaine began flipping through a large stack of papers.
"Yeah but your body language is awesome when you do the trials, so I don't think we need to worry about it not being believable." Adrian said. "If Gary messes up playing the expert witness, I'm putting blue hair dye in his shampoo."
Blaine laughed loudly as Adrian snapped the notebook shut.
"Alright. We'll meet tomorrow night at 7, go over everything piece by piece, play it out, and then we're done. Monday morning we'll do it and we won't have to worry about this until the week after spring break."
"Thank God." Blaine stood and stretched. "See you tomorrow at 7. Have a good night, Adrian."
"You too, Blaine. Don't study the notes too hard. We've got this." Adrian smiled. "It was good to meet you, Kurt. Sorry I kept him from you so long."
"It's fine." Kurt said softly.
Blaine watched Adrian leaved the coffee shop and then turned to Kurt. "Really?"
"Blaine, I just saw the place and…"
"Do you have any idea how this makes me look? Do you not even trust me to work on a project with a partner?" Blaine stretched his arms out in front of him and then sighed. "I can't believe you were spying on me."
"Maybe I was trying to reenact how we met?" Kurt asked.
Blaine let out a sarcastic laugh and tossed his notebook into his messenger bag. "Come on."
He's really mad. Great, Kurt thought as he followed Blaine out of the small shop.
"You just kept talking about him a lot and I wanted to see him." Kurt admitted. "I wasn't going to come in, but I saw you through the window and it occurred to me that I would know what he looks like and…"
"Why can't you just be a Facebook stalker like the rest of us?" Blaine muttered, opening the passenger car door for Kurt.
"Well I wasn't expecting you to see me."
"How could I not notice you? Especially when you're in those jeans." Blaine huffed and got into the driver's seat after carefully shutting Kurt's door.
Kurt resisted the urge to smirk. It really wasn't the time. Not with Blaine annoyed at him again.
"I don't get it. I can't believe you were checking up on me."
"I wasn't checking up on you."
Blaine narrowed his eyes before backing out of his parking spot. "I'm not a child, Kurt. School is like my job. Would you drop in on me like that when I was at work?"
"It wasn't work. It's a project." Kurt said. "I didn't think it would be a big deal."
"It's embarrassing! I think it is very obvious what you were doing. I can't believe I am this old and my boyfriend is checking up on me! Have I ever done anything to make you worry that I'm messing around on you?" Blaine pulled out into traffic, heading towards his house.
"No, but you have been talking about this guy nonstop for a week and a half. One day after you cancelled our trip and you were talking about how funny he is, how good he is in classes, how great you are as partners. Sorry if I find it a little strange that all of a sudden you're best friends with the guy."
"First of all, I am not best friends with him. This is my first time working with him. He's a nice person, Kurt. And second of all, I seem to remember you telling me that Alec wasn't a threat to us and he wasn't."
"Do you remember how you reacted?" Kurt questioned. "Because I can remind you if you'd like."
"I know how I acted, but it was pointless, wasn't it?" Blaine asked. "Because nothing happened between you two. Exactly like nothing will happen between he and I. Adrian is cool. That's all."
"He looks like he stepped out of a modeling agency." Kurt sulked. "He has to be gay. He dressed way too nice to not be."
"I'm pretty sure he is gay." Blaine admitted. "But I've never asked. And for the record, I think you're much more attractive than him."
"Hmph."
Blaine sighed. "I don't want to blow this out of proportion. I… I'm a little annoyed that you did it but in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter. Okay?"
"It matters to me that you're spending all of your time with this gorgeous gay guy when I'm thirteen hours away." Kurt sighed a bit. "You enjoy spending time with him."
"You can trust me, Kurt."
"I know that I can trust you, Blaine. Things just don't feel right now. It probably doesn't even have anything to do with him at all. I'm sorry I tried to spy on you and your study buddy. I was walking around, I saw the place, and I went in. I didn't want to be seen. I just wanted to know what he looks like. If it makes it any better, I don't think he knew what I was doing." Kurt bit his lip.
"What do you mean, things don't feel right?" Blaine questioned.
"Things between us feel different. I don't know." Kurt frowned. "I've just... felt like things have been changing for a while now. It's partly why I wanted to come here to see you so bad. To feel like it isn't changing; that it's all in my head."
Blaine pulled into his driveway and then turned to look at Kurt.
Kurt took a deep breath and unbuckled his seatbelt. "I guess it's just a part of growing up, right?"
"Kurt..." Blaine ran his hand through his hair and looked at Kurt sadly.
"I'm trying so hard. I really am." Kurt opened his door. "But I'm struggling here and it feels like nobody notices... or nobody cares."
"You think I don't care?"
"I don't know what I think right now. When you saw me Friday, you looked annoyed. I never thought that..." Kurt got out of the car. "Never mind."
"What? Never thought what?" Blaine asked, getting out as well and locking the doors.
"I never thought I would feel this way when it came to us. Before we seemed so much better and now I'm not sure what I think any more. I don't want to talk about it right now, okay?"
Blaine frowned but nodded. "Okay."
Kurt followed Blaine into his house and down the hall to his bedroom. He could hear Wes chattering loudly on the phone across the hall and what he really hoped wasn't porn coming from another room. Was Blaine's asshole roommate really so deprived that he had to watch loud porn this early?
"What do you want to do?" Blaine asked, his voice too cheerful. Clearly Kurt's words had affected him. Kurt wasn't too sure how much, but there was a definite change.
"You still have some preparation, don't you? I'll just work on my homework and you work on yours. At least we'll be together."
Blaine nodded, closing the bedroom door and tossing his messenger bag onto the bed where Kurt was now sitting. "Kurt?"
"I really don't want to talk about it right now. Tomorrow, okay? If I do now I'll just get upset."
"Okay." Blaine leaned over, kissing Kurt's cheek. "I love you just as much as I did yesterday or last week or last year."
Kurt made eye contact, lacing Blaine's fingers through his own. "I love you too, Blaine... Let's get some school work done, though, okay?"
"Alright." Blaine sat on the bed, making sure that he was as close to Kurt as he could possibly get.
Kurt let his foot rest against Blaine's and began outlining an outfit in his sketchbook.
"Are you mad at me?" Blaine asked after a few moments of silence.
"No, Blaine." Kurt said gently, not looking up—making sure he didn't look up because if he saw Blaine, he might want to cry. He always wanted to cry when Blaine wasn't around and now he even wanted to cry when he was. "Are you mad at me?"
"No." Blaine's voice was soft. "I don't want to fight anymore. I'm so sick of tension and arguing and feeling like this."
"Me too." Kurt leaned over, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder as he continued to sketch.
Blaine leaned in a bit, pressing a kiss to the top of Kurt's head. "I love you."
"I love you too." Kurt swallowed back a lump in his throat. God, what was he? Five?
Blaine moved, grabbing his notebook out of his bag and opening it over his lap. If they had to do homework, they could at least do it together while they still had the chance.
***LTC***
"You slept late." Blaine said the next morning when Kurt came into the kitchen.
"Sorry. I had trouble getting to sleep." Kurt glanced around the room, making sure Blaine's roommate wasn't there, and then sat on Blaine's lap.
"You don't have to apologize." Blaine brushed his messy hair out of his face and smiled. "I miss when you're sleepy the most."
"Because I'm not as snarky?" Kurt yawned and nuzzled his shoulder.
"That might have something to do with it." Blaine teased.
Kurt rolled his eyes and then nuzzled his shoulder again, smiling when Blaine stroked the back of his neck.
"I can't wait for you to get to go to New York in the fall. We'll be so much closer… And it will be amazing to spend all summer with you in Ohio."
Kurt's head rose up at that and he pulled back to blink at Blaine.
Right.
He hadn't told Blaine yet.
Then again, he hadn't really had the opportunity.
"About that…" Kurt began. "I'm actually moving to New York two weeks after I graduate CCAD. I'm not going to stay in school housing. I'm going to be Quinn's roommate."
"Oh." Blaine said, looking surprised.
"I just… You've started this new life and I want to start mine too. I figure that this way, I'll kind of have the swing of things before school starts. It may make the adjustment period a little easier. And I could probably use that extra adjustment time." Kurt shrugged, making eye contact.
"If you want to do that, you should." Blaine smiled and brushed a few locks of hair out of his face.
Kurt cast his eyes down quickly, frowning at his lap. He hadn't wanted Blaine to react that way. He had wanted Blaine to offer to stay with him some, he wanted Blaine to say. 'Oh man I was really looking forward to spending 3 months with you. That sucks.' It was like Blaine didn't care. Or something. Kurt didn't know.
"You've seemed kind of… strange." Blaine looked at him. "Are you okay?"
"No." Kurt shook his head.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, frowning.
"I'm just sad." Kurt looked down.
"Do you… Can we… talk about it?"
"I want things to go back to the way they were." Kurt swallowed hard. "But I feel like it's so bad that they can't go back."
"What on Earth do you mean?"
"We didn't talk for a month, Blaine."
"We emailed." Blaine tilted Kurt's chin up, making Kurt look at him.
"We sent eleven emails over the course of the month, Blaine. I don't think it counts." Kurt hopped off of Blaine's lap and took a deep breath.
"I already apologized."
"This isn't about an apology. I know that it was my decision that led to the fight in the first place." Kurt raised his hands up, gesturing. "But I feel like I was abandoned."
"Kurt…"
"You shut me out, Blaine. You shut me out." Kurt shook his head, moving back as Blaine stood up.
"I'm sorry."
"I don't want an 'I'm sorry.' I'm angry by the fact that it got taken so far. I'm sorry I disregarded your feelings… but I feel like the way you punished me… It felt like a break up." Kurt said.
"A break up?" Blaine echoed.
"What do you think happens during a break up?" Kurt asked.
"You don't have to get snippy."
"I'm sorry but since January, I haven't felt like…"
"Like what, Kurt?"
"I haven't felt like we're in a real relationship." Kurt sighed. "We've been talking since we made up every day, but it's so… so forced and structured. Like it's something we have to do, like we're writing each other in. I don't want that."
"We don't live in the same state and we're both busy. How else are we supposed to do this?"
"If we didn't speak for an entire month, are we even doing it?" Kurt questioned.
"What do you mean?"
"If we can go a month without speaking, are we in a real relationship?" Kurt asked slowly.
"Of course we are."
"Then why couldn't you trust me? What is with that?" Kurt asked.
"Are you forgetting part of that whole argument? What about you not believing Derek said those things? What about you acting like I was your little deviant child? If you want to bring this up, fine. We will. I told you I wanted space and you chose to incessantly try to force me to talk to you instead of giving me time. And why don't I trust you? I have trust issues. Why don't you trust me, Kurt? What have I done to make you worry about anything? I try. I try so hard to trust you and be completely open but I don't think you understand how hard it is for me and that kills me because you're the one person that is supposed to get me. I try and I've come a long way. You can't pretend I haven't come a long way!"
"I just… I try, okay? I try but it's so hard for me." Blaine said, becoming nervous. "I try and I've come a long way. You can't pretend I haven't come a long way."
"You're right. You have. But, Blaine, I am so tired of arguing. I miss you. I miss you all of the time. And I thought this weekend we'd spend some time together and it would be good but I haven't felt right since I've been here. It's so exhausting to argue and to have this tension around you because it's not what I'm used to. I spent so much time looking forward to this trip and… and we fought and it's like we only see each other to fight and… I kind of wish I hadn't come." Kurt shook his head, refusing to make eye contact.
"Can't we just… talk… about this? Kurt, I… You regret coming? What did I do? I told you I was sorry for being so shocked and being kind of rude but don't let that have ruined our time together." Blaine pleaded. "You're being dramatic."
"We can't talk about this. I try talking about stuff all of the time and you just shut me out. I feel like I have been shut out or pushed aside so many times since you moved out here and I keep trying and trying and trying! It hurts, Blaine. It hurts." Kurt turned away from him. "I didn't want to argue. I just wanted to spend time with you and remember what it used to be like but you don't even want me here."
"Don't be ridiculous." Blaine moved, standing in front of him and tilting Kurt's chin up until their eyes met. "Kurt… please…"
"Our relationship is failing." Kurt frowned.
"No. Don't say that."
"We didn't talk for a month. This is my first time seeing you since January and it's been awkward or tense half the time and now we're fighting." Kurt whispered, looking miserable. Maybe it wasn't half the time, but it was definitely still there. It was at least there for him. "Everyone around us is moving forward, getting married, having kids, buying houses… and we have never been so far apart."
"We're fine, Kurt. Who cares if Rachel and Finn are getting married and buying a house? Who cares is Tina and Mika are having a kid? We don't have to do what other people are doing to be together." Blaine scoffed.
"I don't want to lose us but I can feel it happening. We're not the same and every day I feel like we're farther apart than we were the day before. And I just… I don't know what to do. What am I supposed to do to s-stop this? I just want to go back to the way we were, Blaine." Kurt felt tears fill his eyes.
Blaine looked away. This wasn't happening.
"You can't say we're okay when you don't even want to talk about marriage. You can't even commit to take the next step in our relationship—just seriously talking about it. Not only that, but we're growing apart. This is killing me!"
"Don't start the marriage talk." Blaine sighed. "Please don't start that talk."
"Don't start the marriage talk? We've been together since high school!" Kurt exclaimed. "Do you think I want to just have a promise ring for the rest of my life?"
Blaine looked down. He had known this would come eventually. In fact, he was kind of surprised it hadn't come up sooner.
"If you can't commit to me… what does that say?" Kurt asked. "What does that say about how you feel about me?"
"It's not that, Kurt." Blaine began.
"It is. At the end of the day, I would marry you tonight and you won't even give me an engagement ring… I don't know what to do anymore." Kurt grabbed his jacket off of the bed. "I need to take a walk."
"Do you want me to come with you?" Blaine asked.
"I would really like to be alone, but thank you." Kurt grabbed his jacket and left the apartment.
***LTC***
Blaine loosened his tie as soon as he got into the car the next afternoon, tossing his messenger bag into the floor of the back seat. Kurt was sitting in the passenger seat, looking down at his phone.
"That's over." Blaine said cheerfully, closing his car door.
"How did it go?" Kurt set his phone down and looked up at Blaine.
"We won. I'm telling you, the suspect's name being Jose sealed the deal." Blaine joked.
Kurt laughed a bit.
"That's great. I know you worked really hard on it and you were even crunched for time… I'm proud of you."
"Thanks, Kurt." Blaine looked at him, smiling. "That means a lot to me."
"You're welcome." Kurt smiled as well and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"And I was right. We'll be on time for the airport." Blaine's smile grew. "I was a little nervous it would go over. Once I had to be a juror in one that went over two and a half hours."
"Are you serious?" Kurt raised his eyebrow. "It's just like a project though, right?"
"It's like a legitimate trial. There's opening statements, closing statements, everything. Time for the jurors to deliberate. Supposedly one went over six hours once… I think it was a mock trial for final year students or something. That sounds crazy to me." Blaine shook his head, pulling out of the parking lot. "Which airport are we going to again, my love?"
Kurt felt his breath catch in his chest at the 'my love' and had to fumble to remember what Blaine had asked. "Uhm… Logan Airport?"
"Good. The one in Boston. I know exactly how to get to that one." Blaine made a turn at a four way stop sign. "Did you bring a book or something to read on the flight?"
"No, but I have my tablet. I'm just going to work on school stuff until it dies." Kurt said, watching him.
"Good. You'll be able to get some sleep when you get home." Blaine smiled.
"Yeah."
They fell into silence as Blaine drove, neither of them really knowing what to say.
Kurt didn't want to leave Blaine. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought. He wouldn't see Blane until spring break and things were still tense from the night before. Part of him wanted to beg Blaine to come back to Ohio with him, tell him that he couldn't live this way anymore, that he'd tried and it was too much.
But he could never do that. Never pull Blaine away from the place that was clearly making him happy. When had he seen Blaine so happy about something work related? Who was ever so happy about something work and school related? Blaine was here doing something he loved. Kurt would never try to come between that.
"We're here." Blaine said several long minutes later, getting out and grabbing Kurt's bag. "Are you ready?"
"Yes." Kurt mentally shook his thoughts away and got out of the car, reaching for his bag.
"I've got it." Blaine smiled, kissing his cheek.
"Thank you." Kurt said softly, smiling back weakly.
"Cheer up. Spring break isn't that far away." Blaine nudged him as they walked into the airport. It wasn't packed full of people like it had been on Friday when Kurt had arrived. It was kind of nice.
"I'll try." Kurt forced a smile.
"We need to figure out how we're going to make the most of both of our spring breaks, okay? I'll start a list." Blaine set Kurt's bag down when they'd reached as far as Blaine could go.
Kurt threw his arms around Blaine, burying his face in his neck and trying his hardest not to cry. Trying and failing.
"It's okay. It's okay." Blaine whispered, kissing his face repeatedly. "Shush, it's okay. It won't be that long."
"It's just hard." Kurt cried. "I'm sorry I said I r-regretted coming."
"It's okay. Don't worry." Blaine kissed him on the lips slowly before pulling away. "Shh, it's alright. It's okay. We'll be okay."
Kurt nodded, burying his face in Blaine's shoulder. He tried to stop the tears and the embarrassing sobs that were coming out, but it was hard. Very, very hard.
"Don't make me cry, Kurt." Blaine pleaded, giving him a big squeeze. "Please."
"Don't cry. Don't. If you start to cry, I'll just turn into a blubbering mess." Kurt let out a watery hiccough.
"Okay." Blaine squeezed him even tighter.
"I have to go." Kurt wiped his eyes. "I have to go back to Lima without you."
Blaine took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Spring break."
"Waiting for big dates to see you sucks." Kurt let out a half laugh, half sob.
"I know." Blaine swallowed hard.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, kissing him slowly and trying to pour every ounce of feeling he had into the kiss. Blaine moaned, kissing back just as passionately.
"I gotta… gotta go." Kurt pulled back very slowly, eyes on Blaine.
"We'll be okay, Kurt." Blaine whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." Kurt hugged and kissed him again quickly. "Drive safe, alright?"
"I promise. You be safe too." Blaine touched his cheek, not breaking eye contact. "And call me as soon as you land."
"I promise." Kurt wiped his teary eyes and then nodded. "B-Bye, Blaine."
"Bye, Kurt." Blaine said, waving when Kurt walked off. He stayed until he could see Kurt no longer and then pulled out his phone, his hands shaking.
"'Sup, Blainers?" Wes asked.
"We need to talk."