Blaine walked out of the art building, an unpainted canvas in hand. He lifted his free hand, combing it through his dark brown curls as he gazed at the dark sky above him. It was only seven, but already the city before him was illuminated by the lights from the buildings all around him. Blaine loved it in Seattle, but every night he found himself thinking about the lack of stars. He knew they were there, he did graduate after all, but he missed being able to see them. Each night he would think back to his time at Dalton, sometimes subconsciously, sometimes simply to reminisce. But tonight his mind wandered to the night he had spent with Kurt under the stars outside of the Windsor dorm room... his last night with Kurt before they went their separate ways. Sure, Kurt had kept in touch with Blaine... for a while. But when Kurt got discovered the phone calls changed to emails and eventually those emails became texts that were obviously thrown together quickly. And now? Now it was rare to even get that.

As Blaine walked towards his small flat downtown he saw Kurt. Many times. Every other billboard featured his beautiful face next to a plain looking girl. The posters were for his latest production of Grease. The fact it was being advertised all the way in Seattle just made it clear how big of a deal Kurt was now. Around one of the posters was a group of girls, they were all giggling and Blaine slowed down a bit, overhearing their conversation.

“...he totally disserves better then that girl,” one of them said.

“How could he date her while he’s got all of us?” Added another, beginning another round of giggles from the girls. Blaine rolled his eyes. These girls were not only vain, but quite stupid apparently. Blaine walked over, unable to resist bursting their little fantasy bubbles.

“Sorry ladies,” he said as he leaned against the poster, “he’s not into you or his lovely co-star.” There were a series of shocked gasps from the girls standing in front of him. “Oh, relax. It’s simply because he’s gay.”

“What?” The first girl gaped, making herself even less attractive.

“You’re such a liar!” A blonde girl to Blaine’s right said angrily.

“’fraid not. See, I went to school with him. He’s most definitely gay.”

“God, you’re such a creep!” A redhead yelled, dragging her friends away from the poster. With a laugh, Blaine turned to the poster, touching the cheek of his ex-lover.

“I miss you, you know,” he whispered, resting his forehead against the picture. From the angle he could see the dates of Kurt’s show. “I can make it,” he whispered to himself, and his decision was made. He was getting on a plane in the morning and seeing Kurt in all his success for the first time.

*~*~*~*~

“Kurt, what the hell!” Tia screamed at him, they were both seated on the couch across from his balcony in Kurt’s large flat, their scripts out as they tried to get some extra practice in before opening night the next day. Everything was going fine, and they were both having a blast, and then Tia moved in, trying to kiss Kurt. When he moved back, a disgusted look on his face, Tia took it in all the wrong ways. The fact she was as vain as they came didn’t help, either.

“Look, Tia. You’re gorgeous. Trust me. But, well,” Kurt looked her square in the eye, “I’m gay.”

The shock was evident on Tia’s face, along with some guilt. Suddenly, it was extremely awkward between the two. “Oh,” Tia said finally, “sorry.”

“It’s fine. Just don’t let this,” he motioned to the two of them, “interfere with work.”
With a nod Tia grabbed her stuff and exited quickly. Kurt sighed weakly when the door clicked shut. Why was this constantly happening with his female co-stars? He stood up, giving the pile of papers on his coffee table one look before deciding he was too emotionally exhausted and walking out onto his balcony which was twenty stories above the beautiful New York. Walking over to the metal railing, he placed his elbows on, resting his chin in his hands as he stared out into the darkness of the city that never sleeps. There were no stars in the sky here. Kurt’s mind wandered to his memory of his last wonderful night at Dalton. Even though five years had passed, Kurt saw it in his mind with such detail that he felt like he was there once again. Kurt could feel the grass under him and Blaine’s heartbeat in his ear as they lay on the grass together outside of the Windsor dorm. He away from the stars to stare at Blaine and he could see every curve, every shadow, and every detail of his face through the darkness. Kurt could feel Blaine’s breath on his face again, and he let out a jagged sigh filled with emotion, returning to his New York.

Ever since he was discovered three years ago he’d found less and less time to talk to the man who was once his love. They’d drifted so far apart in that time that Kurt no longer knew where Blaine was, and that was Kurt’s biggest regret. Every show he preformed he would scan the crowd, looking for Blaine, and each time Kurt would see only strangers. Kurt always wondered why Blaine had never came to one of his shows, and while he knew it was probably something to do with distance or money; he still worried to the day that Blaine had found someone new: someone better.

Since gaining his newfound fame, Kurt had been approached by a lot of the guys who used to bully him. Amazingly enough, Karofsky was one of them. In fact, it was only a week ago that Karofsky had shown up... with his boyfriend. Although Kurt couldn’t let go of the pain the kid has caused him, he was glad he finally came out of the closet. Sadly, most of his old bullies tried to tell him they were great friends, but Kurt simply responded to them with, “No, you were never my friend. In fact, you made my life a living hell. Now get out of my face.” Which tended to scare them off. That or his body guard.
Kurt pulled his phone out from his pocket, shifting through the texts he had received and hoping that the impossible would happen and there would be a text from Blaine. He had almost reached the end of his inbox when he gasped, nearly dropping his phone to the street below him.