Kurt was in the study looking for something he needed for work and couldn’t find it. He was looking on Blaine’s desk and some papers fell to the floor.

“This is why I tell people to clean.” Kurt mumbled frustrated, picking it up and realising it was a contract.

He started reading and his mouth dropped at the salary and the job description. Blaine had been out of work for a little while now and Kurt knew he was having trouble finding some work. This job was to help manage a record label in LA, and Blaine would be helping to assess the talent. That night, the middle age man was reading the latest Vogue in bed and when the shorter man climbed in on the other side, he handed him the contract.

“How-where?” Blaine asked nervously.

“I was finding something and I saw it,” Kurt asked. “This job is amazing.”

“It is in LA,” Blaine looked at him. “I can’t commute and leave you to raise a 14 year old alone most of the week.”

“You don’t have to commute,” Kurt said. “We will move to LA.”

“What?” Blaine asked. “You – you would do that?”

“Do you remember thirty years ago,” Kurt smiled. “You were offered a great job based in LA and you said no because I had a great job here. And I promised that next time would be your turn – it’s your turn.”

“Kurt, no,” Blaine stopped. “Our entire life is here. We will be literally on the other side of the country to two of our kids, and Rachel and Finn.”

“We have the internet,” Kurt looked at him. “Rachel and Finn have each other. We will contact Aiden and Eliza all time. You are taking that job, Blaine.”

“Now you’re forcing me.” Blaine laughed.

“If it means you take it, then yes,” Kurt smiled, leaning in and kissing the shorter man. “Will you take it?”

“I’ll call tomorrow.” Blaine laughed, sinking into the kiss.

The next morning, the men were having breakfast when fourteen year old Katie came down to the kitchen. The men had decided that she would get a chance to know what was going on, before any decisions were made. As much as they were moving, so was she.

“LA,” The girl put down her toast. “Like, six hours away, California?”

“California.” The men said in unison.

“But you can say you don’t want to go.” Blaine said quickly.

“I know how hard finding work has been. My Glee Club might be disappointed though.” Katie said quietly.

“There will always be other clubs,” Kurt said quickly. “You’ll find other friends.”

“I’ll go,” She nodded. “LA will be fun.”

Turned out for Kurt, breaking the news to Katie was much easier than Rachel.

“You won’t be my New York buddy?” Rachel asked. “You are moving to Mercedes?”

“It’s a four year contract,” Kurt said quickly. “We will be back for visits to see the other two kids.”

“And your job?” Rachel asked.

“I am finding something,” Kurt answered. “This is my turn to follow Blaine.”

“I am going to murder Anderson the next time I see him!” Rachel breathed in heavily.

“Okay Rachel, calm down,” Kurt laughed awkwardly. “We will make it through.”

Rachel just sighed and they continued with their lunch. Blaine was told he was starting in the New Year and before the men knew it, it was moving day and their entire New York place was boxed in for storage because their place would be rented out to a family. Katie was enrolled in school in LA, the one that Mercedes had sent her daughter to, and her son Cameron was now a freshman at – so Katie would at least know one familiar face on her first day. Rachel and Finn had loaded their suitcases in the car and the small diva lasted until the domestic part of the airport before she burst into tears.

“Rachel.” Kurt put his bag down.

“I am going to miss you so much,” She sobbed. “All of my kids are out of home and now you guys are gone, all I have is Finn.”

“It will be okay,” Kurt hushed the woman. “I promise. Besties for life. We will be back before you know it.”

“Besties for life.” Rachel laughed.

“Bye Aunt Rachel,” The fourteen year old who was just shorter than her hugged the woman. “I’ll miss our singing lessons.”

When Rachel heard that she wanted to start singing, she offered to help them after telling Blaine and it had been two years now and the girl enjoyed the time she spent with Rachel practicing hitting her high notes.

“One more warm up?” Rachel said as the girl followed her lead and Rachel hugged the teenager. “Don’t get too good on me.”

“I’ll try not to.” The girl laughed.

They got in the plane, and as it slowly flew away from New York, Kurt looked out the window and remembered the last thirty five years of his life. But this was what they needed to do, and knew they would be back soon.