AN:I'm sorry for the delay. Work and RL got in the way. I'm trying to write the last two episodes before NaNo starts, but as always no promises.

2x10 Resolution

Previously on NYADA – Sophomore Year: Jesse leaving NYADA right before Regionals, results in Kurt's first competition solo – which he wasn't too happy about because he felt he hadn't earned it. Regardless of his feelings, they came in first place and secured a spot for Nationals. Kurt found out about Tisch and wasn't happy Blaine had kept it from him. When Blaine continued to keep college related things from him, Kurt had enough and started to spend more time with Adam, knowing Blaine didn't like it. To make it up to Kurt, Blaine invited him to prom through song and Kurt told Blaine that they needed to have a long overdue talk before things could go back to normal between them. And that's what you missed on NYADA - Sophomore Year.

It's a few days after Blaine's prom proposal and what Kurt calls their long overdue talk still hasn't happened because Blaine wants to wait until after his family's visit and prom. He hasn't told Blaine how much he doesn't like this plan because they are still not okay and he wants to avoid another fight.

So he vents to Adam when they meet up in the common room that afternoon.

For some reason the common room is empty when Kurt walks downstairs, his binder with clothing ideas for prom in one hand and a double espresso in the other. Adam is already waiting for him and his face lights up when Kurt enters the room. How he didn't realize Adam has a crush on him before, Kurt doesn't know, because the younger boy isn't exactly subtle.

"You wanted to see me?" he asks and Kurt sits down next to him and dumps the folder on the table in front of him.

"You have good taste in clothes so I thought you could help me choose an outfit for prom," Kurt explains, causing Adam to frown.

"You're going to senior prom?" he asks and Kurt nods because why wouldn't he.

"I don't know how enjoyable it will be with Blaine refusing to talk to me about anything more than 'nice day today, right?' but yeah I'm going."

"You deserve better," Adam suddenly blurts out and Kurt's eyebrows shoot up because he didn't expect that. When Kurt doesn't stop him immediately, the younger boy continues, apparently taking Kurt's silence as agreement.

"He's totally neglecting you. You wouldn't hang out with me so much, if he had time for you."

"He's busy with college," Kurt argues weakly, because it's true that he only started hanging out with Adam again because Blaine didn't have time for him.

"Yeah, but if he's this busy with college already, do you really think he'll have any time for you next year."

Kurt knows that things will be different next year and that it will be hard some times but they love each other so they'll make it work.

"If you were my boyfriend, I'd always make time for you," Adam mumbles and Kurt just stares at him because shit, he really should have had that talk with Adam.

Adam doesn't seem to get the memo that Kurt is quietly freaking out because he suddenly leans in. He stops him right before the younger boy's lips can touch his and lightly pushes him back.

When he looks up, Blaine is staring right back at him and his boyfriend doesn't look happy.

"Adam, you need to go. We'll talk later."

He pretty much shoves the freshman off the couch and when Adam spots Blaine as well, he runs out of the common room as fast as he can.

"It's not what it looks like," Kurt pleads as Blaine approaches him but instead of getting angry Blaine just sighs.

"I know."

"So you and lover boy made up?" Wes asks while they wait for his fancy coffee maker to finish brewing their coffees.

Blaine rolls his eyes but nods. Finally the machine beeps and he takes one of the cups of coffee while Wes takes the other. Coffee and a plate of biscuits in hand, he follows his best friend out into the living room, and sits down on the couch after putting the coffee and sweets down.

"There's still a lot we need to talk about because he wasn't happy I didn't tell him about Tisch and the apartment straight away but will be fine," he elaborates after taking a sip of his coffee.

Wes frowns and puts his own cup down.

"You still haven't talked. I'd smack you if I weren't afraid of you spilling coffee on my beige couch."

"Well, with prom in two weeks and his family coming up to visit in a few days I thought it would be best if we sat down together once all that was over. Once we could focus on just us," Blaine replies defensively, because it's getting on his nerves that everyone seems to think he is stupid or seems to know how to be a better boyfriend to Kurt than he apparently is.

"Blaine, you are my best friend, but you can't just keep ignoring the uncomfortable stuff if you and Kurt want to make it. So finish that coffee and go talk to him. You're officially banned from my apartment until I have confirmation from Kurt that the talk happened."

The look on Wes' face tells him that his friend is dead serious and Blaine puts his empty cup down with a little more force than strictly necessary.

"I hate you," he grumbles without much heat behind it though because he knows that Wes only has his and Kurt's best interest in mind.

"No you don't," his best friend replies before he pulls Blaine into a hug. "Now go and make things right with Kurt. Listening to you mope about him before you got together was enough for me, thank you very much."

Fifteen minutes and a cab ride later, Blaine arrives back on campus. It's Kurt's day off of rehearsals so his boyfriend should be somewhere on school grounds. He heads upstairs first but no one answers when he knock on Kurt and Jeff's door. After checking that his boyfriend isn't with the girls either, he goes back downstairs, cursing Kurt for turning his phone off.

He is about to head over to the rehearsal rooms when he hears Kurt's voice drifting through the open door of the common room. The smile on his face is quickly replaced by a frown though when he walks through the door and spies his boyfriend on the couch with Adam. Adam who in that moment leans in to kiss Kurt?

Before Blaine can make his presence known, Kurt pushes Adam back before he can actually kiss him and Blaine lets out a sigh of relief, causing Kurt to look up and meet his eyes over Adam's shoulder.

"Adam, you need to go. We'll talk later," his boyfriend tells the other boy before he pretty much shoves the freshman off the couch and when Adam spots Blaine as well, he runs out of the common room as fast as he can.

"It's not what it looks like," Kurt pleads as Blaine approaches him and Blaine sighs because he knows it's not but he still doesn't like that things went this far because both he and Kurt kept postponing the difficult talks.

"I know. And you were right, we really need to talk about the things going on in our lives right now and we need to talk about next year. I'm sorry I kept refusing to talk to you, kept my distance. I know you wouldn't have spent so much time with him if I had been available," he lays it all on the line, like Wes had ordered him to.

Kurt's face lights up and presses his lips to Blaine's to his surprise.

"I'm so happy you're finally seeing it this way too, but before we talk, I should talk to Adam. Because you were right. I was leading him on and that wasn't fair to either of you. I shouldn't have used Adam's feelings for me to get back at you. I apologize."

To be honest, the last thing he wants right now is Kurt going after Adam, but he understands why his boyfriend feels like he has to. Because Kurt has been in Adam's shoes. Liking someone and thinking there was no chance that that person ever liked you back until that person started sending you mixed signals. Things had worked out for him and Kurt in the end, but Adam needed to know that they wouldn't for him and Kurt – at least not as long as Kurt wanted to be with him.

So he tells Kurt to go after Adam and to call him once he is ready for them to have their talk. As he watches Kurt pick up his binders and walk out of the common room, he can't help but blame himself for everything that went wrong in their lives lately.

Adam runs as fast as he can the moment he sees Blaine and Kurt tells him to leave. Because while he doesn't think the senior would actually beat him up for trying to kiss his boyfriend, he also doesn't want to test that theory.

He doesn't even think about where to run to when he starts, but somehow he ends up in front of Trent's dorm room. His best friend pulls him inside the moment he sees Adam's tear streaked face and Adam's glad that Trent's room mate is gone, because he must be quite the sight – with his red rimmed eyes and tears running down his face.

"What did he do this time?" Trent asks, sounding exasperated, and Adam shakes his head, because it was his fault not Kurt's. He should have asked first instead of just trying to go for it.

"I tried to kiss him and he pushed me away," he confesses between sobs, as Trent holds him in his arms, so he can feel the other boy tense when he does.

"Oh Adam, why would you do that? I told you to wait until Blaine was out of the picture. And with the way those two were fighting constantly, it was only a question of when," Trent whispers causing Adam to cry harder, because now his stupidity and impatience has ruined everything.

"Why doesn't he like me?" he sobs against Trent's shoulder. "I'd be the best boyfriend he could ask for."

His tears dampen Trent's shirt and he knows he should pull away and compose himself but it feels nice being held, even if the person holding him, isn't the one he's pretty sure he is in love with.

A knock on the door startles them apart however.

"Trent. It's Kurt. Is Adam here with you?" Kurt calls through the door and Trent looks at him, the question clear in his expression. 'What do you want me to tell him?'

"Let him in," Adam whispers because NYADA isn't a large school and there's no way he can avoid the older boy for the next two years.

Trent doesn't look happy but complies after handing him a box of tissues. He cleans his face as best as he can while Trent goes to unlock the door, but he's certain that Kurt will be able to tell that he's been crying.

To his surprise, Kurt doesn't look angry – more sad than anything else.

"I know this is your room but can you give us a moment?" Kurt asks Trent who in turn looks plenty angry.

"It's okay Trent, but we can go to my room instead." Trent makes a face before he beckons Kurt into the room and steps through the door where he pauses and turns around to face them.

"You have five minutes. And if you hurt him even more, I will kick your ass, regardless of NYADA's policies."

Trent and Kurt share a look – one he can't decipher – and then they are alone. Adam sitting on Trent's bed and Kurt hovering awkwardly in front of the now closed door. Finally the older boy crosses the room and sits down in Trent's desk chair.

"I've come to apologize," Kurt starts and Adam's head shoots up because what?

"I found out you liked me a few weeks ago but didn't say anything because I didn't want to hurt your feelings. It was never my intentions to lead you on, but I didn't want to hurt you either by telling you that you and I, it's not going to happen."

The tears come back full force and he's certain he can actually feel his heart break.

"Why not?" Adam has to ask. "What's wrong with me?"

Kurt sighs and Adam can tell this conversation isn't easy for him either.

"You know I'm with Blaine, Adam. And we love each other. That's not something that changes just because we got into a fight. I'm going to be with him as long as he wants me and as long as I love him."

"But what if you break up?"

Because they have two more years before Kurt graduates. Plenty of time for him to fall out of love with Blaine.

"I'm sorry Adam. I think, you and I, we could be really good friends. You get my fashion sense, you are funny and I love the accent, but friends is all I see us being. I know it's not what you want to hear, but I'm really hoping we can still be friends."

He wants to tell Kurt that of course they can, but his heart is shattered to pieces and right now it hurts too much – just thinking about being in the same room as Kurt and knowing it's never going to happen.

"I need some time, but yes, I want to stay friends," he eventually gets out, but shakes his head when Kurt offers him a hug.

The moment Kurt leaves the room, Trent is back inside and Adam allows himself to fall apart in his best friend's arms once more.

"This sucks," he sobs. "I didn't think a broken heart would hurt this much."

"I know," Trent sighs and Adam wonders – for a moment – who his best friend is heartbroken over and how he doesn't know about it. But then Trent says Kurt's name and Adam starts sobbing again, mourning a relationship that never even started.

Blaine is pacing the floor while he waits for Kurt to come back from his talk with Adam. There's homework he should do while he waits – because college acceptance or nor he hasn't actually graduated yet –but his mind is filled with things he should tell Kurt.

His boyfriend looks sad when he lets himself into Blaine's room twenty minutes later – not that Blaine checked his watch – and Blaine immediately pulls him into a hug.

"I'm so glad you liked me back," Kurt whisper as they hold each other tight and Blaine agrees because while he isn't Adam's biggest fan right now, he doesn't wish a broken heart on his worst enemy. Because while it's indubitably part of growing up, it's the one thing he can do without.

"Me too," he replies before he lets go and leads Kurt over to his bed and pulls the younger boy down next to him.

"I'm sorry," he continues once they are both comfortable. "For being distant and not telling you why."

"So you were doing it on purpose," Kurt remarks and Blaine nods because Kurt deserves the truth.

"Why?" Kurt doesn't sound angry but the hurt is clear in his voice.

"I somehow got it into my head that I had to prepare us for the reality of next year. That maybe being apart would be easier if we'd already gotten used to it, knew what it was like," Blaine tries to explain, hoping Kurt understands what he's trying to say.

"I want to promise you that we'll see each other every day, but if we're being realistic, that won't always be possible," he continues when Kurt doesn't stop him and just keeps listening attentively.

"So I want to ask you again – if you really want to stay with me, knowing all that. I'd understand if you'd rather date someone still at NYADA. It would break my heart, but I'd understand," he concludes.

Kurt doesn't react at all for a few seconds but then he hits Blaine's arm – hard.

"You can be so dumb sometimes, Blaine."

"What?" Blaine asks because this is so not the reaction he expected.

"I was mad at you because we only have so little time left here together and instead of making the most of it, because we won't have that anymore soon, you disappeared constantly and made me feel like it was already next year. And next year will be here soon enough. I'd rather savor what we have now for as long as possible."

A huge weight is lifted from his shoulders as he listens to Kurt.

"So you want to be with me next year even if I'm an insensitive jerk sometimes?"

Kurt's expression softens.

"You aren't the only one who worries, you know? Because how do you know you don't want a mature, college boyfriend once you get there. Who knows if I will still be enough?"

Blaine has never thought about any of this because Kurt, well Kurt, but he understands where his boyfriend is coming from and in a way it's nice to know he isn't the only one dealing with those insecurities and feelings of inadequacy.

"You'll always be enough for me," he promises, regardless of how naïve it may be. Because he is madly in love and he doesn't see that changing – ever.

They may be young, but Blaine knows what he wants and that's Kurt. For as long as Kurt will have him.

His proclamation earns him a wide toothy smile, one of those rare ones that Kurt seems to reserve especially for him. The smile disappears as fast as it appeared though, and Blaine swallows hard, because has he messed up again?

"You know, we could have avoided all this," Kurt starts slowly. "So promise me please. No more running away from the tough decisions. We need to talk about things instead of letting them fester. I know we both don't like talking about the not happy things but we'll have to if we want to make this relationship work. So I propose total honesty from now on, " Kurt finishes and Blaine nods eagerly. Because his boyfriend is right, they can't let what happened, happen again.

"I promise, I'll try harder." He takes Kurt's left hand and places it over his fast beating heart as he promises to do his best, to try hard to do better in the future.

This time, Kurt tackles him before he smashes their mouths together for a heated kiss. They only break apart when the lack of air forces them to, both panting already.

"Beatz?" Kurt gasps when Blaine sucks his earlobe into his mouth.

"Play rehearsal. He won't be back for at least another hour," Blaine replies and Kurt pounces on him.

One of the buttons of his shirt goes flying as Kurt tries to undress him as fast as possible. Their elbows bump as Blaine tries to pull Kurt out of his tight sweater at the same time, but before long they're pressed together, skin to skin.

"Missed you, missed this," Kurt moans as he rocks against Blaine and Blaine nods furiously as his boyfriend's talented tongue renders him speechless.

It doesn't take them long to climax and after quickly cleaning up, Blaine pulls Kurt into his arms again, not ready to let go of him again. After all, they have a lot to catch up on.

They are enjoying their sweet lady kisses when a knock on the door forces them apart.

"Ignore it," Santana whispers against Brittany's neck, but unfortunately the blonde doesn't listen and instead grabs her top from the floor, puts it back on and opens the door just as Santana manages to put her own tank top back on as well.

"Ms. Carson," Brittany chirps and Santana relaxes. Because when it comes to teachers, Ms. C was one of the cool ones. And she had given Britt time to find a new home for Lord Tubbington – currently residing in her mom's apartment – instead of reporting her to the administration.

"Hello Brittany, Santana. I'm afraid I'm here on official school business," Ms. Carson greets them and Santana narrows her eyes because when has official business ever meant something good.

"It's come to the administration's attention that the two of you are in a romantic relationship," Ms. Carson continues and Santana freezes because it can't be. They've never acted like a couple in front of grown ups and if some of the other students have ratted them out, well she'll have to go all Bronx on them.

"They're, they are lying. I'm no dyke," she forces her voice not to quaver, ignoring the hurt look on Brittany's face.

The worst thing is the look of pity on Ms. Carson's face.

"No one is trying to put a label on you, Santana, but the fact is that you two are in a romantic relationship and that means you can't share a room."

"No," Brittany protests, but Santana knows she's not protesting what Santana tried to deny. Because Brittany isn't a coward, isn't afraid to let people know how much they love each other.

"I'm sorry, girls. But those are the rules. Students who are in a romantic relationship don't share rooms. I did manage to pull some strings for you however. Santana, you will move into Quinn Fabray's room and her roommate Christina Jacobs will move in here. Just don't let me catch you spending nights in rooms that aren't yours. I'm always on your side, but I won't condone you breaking the rules."

Santana knows that Ms. C is only trying to help them, but she still glares at the teacher, because this sucks. Not that she minds rooming with Quinn, but she's gotten very used to falling asleep with Brittany in her arms.

As soon as Ms. Carson has left the room, giving them the rest of the weekend to switch rooms, Brittany starts crying and Santana knows she should comfort her, but she needs to know who did this to them.

"I'll be right back," she tells her girlfriend after handing her a tissue, and storms out of the room.

There are ten rooms on their floor and Santana pounds on every door as quickly as she can. By the time she is back in the middle of the hallway, most of the other sophomore girls are standing in the doorways, curious expressions on their faces.

Quinn is frowning when their eyes meet and Santana guesses that she's already been informed as well.

"Who told on us?" Santana snarls once she has everyone's attention. "Who ratted us out to the teachers."

She's met with mostly blank faces but some of her classmates look at her like she is crazy and it makes her even angrier.

"You're all just cowards," she yells, tears suddenly prickling behind her eyes, because that's exactly what she is.

Before she can make matter worse, there's a tug on her hand and when she turns around, it's Brittany – eyes red rimmed from crying – who's trying to get her attention.

She follows her into their soon to be former room and locks the door behind them for good measure.

"I'm so sorry, San," Britt whispers as soon as they are alone again and Santana frowns because if anyone should apologize...

"What for? You didn't do anything wrong. I should be apologizing to you," Santana replies, feeling miserable all of a sudden.

"You wanted to know who told."

Santana stares at Brittany because this doesn't make sense. "What?"

"When you were sick, I told Mr. Meyers I could bring you your homework because you are my girlfriend. He insisted your roommate takes it. But that's me too. I'm sorry I told him I'm your girlfriend. You said we are girlfriends so I thought it wasn't a secret anymore," Britt rambles on as the puzzle pieces start fitting together.

Of course Brittany didn't think that girlfriends sharing rooms would be forbidden. Her girlfriend also thought that keeping pets in a tiny dorm room was okay. Britt was proud that they are dating and didn't hide it and it makes her feel even worse, when she thinks about her own reaction, how she tried to deny they are more than friends.

"Britt, honey. You didn't do anything wrong," she repeats because Brittany shouldn't feel bad about this.

"It's just this stupid school with it's stupid rules," she adds to make sure Brittany understands that Santana isn't blaming her.

"Maybe they'll let us stay here together if we break up," Brittany says and Santana feels like someone has a vice grip on her heart all of a sudden.

"We're not breaking up," she nearly yells. Even if the condition were that she told everyone about their relationship.

Brittany however just smiles. "Good."

She lets Brittany push her back on the bed and welcomes her soft lips on her own. If this is going to be their last night together for a while, she plans to make it a special one.

His family arrives in New York on a rainy Saturday morning in late March. Rachel isn't with them, but it doesn't surprise him, not after Spring Break. Thankfully, Mercedes got permission to visit though and his best girl nearly lifts him off the ground when she hugs him tight in front of NYADA's main building – both their umbrellas tumbling to the floor. She probably would have succeeded too, had he not had another growth spurt over the past few months.

As it is, he is now as tall as Blaine, his wonderful boyfriend who is greeting his dad and Carole while he and Mercedes hug it out, acting like they hadn't just seen each other not even a month ago.

"I can't wait to see the show. I'm so proud of you boo," Mercedes gushes causing Kurt to blush.

"I'm only part of the ensemble," he reminds her while he silently preens because of her compliment.

"It's a real show on a real stage with an audience willing to pay to see it. Who cares what your role is," his dad interrupts, eyes shining with pride.

"Dad, you haven't even seen it yet. What if it's really bad?"

He accepts his fallen umbrella from Blaine and quickly tries to fix his hair, soaked by rainwater.

"Impossible," his dad beams. "No with you in it."

It's all he ever wanted, his dad to be proud of him and it make him so incredibly happy to hear his dad say these things.

The rain starts coming down even worse and Kurt quickly leads his family into the main building where he finally greets Finn and Carole as well.

"This is where we have classes," he explains before he catches his reflection in one of the windows.

"Feel free to explore while I fix my hair," he tells his family before he grabs Mercedes' hand and pulls her along to the nearest restroom.

"Kurt, that's the boys' bathroom," Mercedes exclaims and digs her heels into the floor. "I can't go in there."

"Right." Back in Lima, he had avoided the boys' bathrooms at school like the plague, but ever since he came to NYADA, he hasn't had a reason to avoid them anymore and now he feels out of place as he lets Mercedes drag him into an empty girls' bathroom instead.

"I didn't want to ask out there, but how are things between you and Blaine? I mean, he showed up so I guess you made up," Mercedes asks once they are inside the bathroom and Kurt is attacking his hair with copious amounts of hairspray.

He's pretty sure he looks like a lovesick fool when he turns to face her but Kurt couldn't care less.

"They are amazing. We really talked about all the things that have been bothering us and we're definitely on the same page about next year," he beams, hair momentarily forgotten.

"Good. I was worried about you. Especially after what you've been telling me lately."

Kurt nods because he's been worried as well.

"And you and Sam?" he asks then.

"Great," Mercedes smiles back.

A tentative knock on the door makes them both look over to the door.

"Um, Kurt. In case you are in there, your dad wanted me to remind you that we have lunch reservations downtown in half an hour," his stepbrother calls out causing them both to giggle.

After checking on his hair one final time, he puts his hairspray and comb back into his bag and follows Mercedes out into the hall where Finn is waiting for them.

"Finally, dude. Won't they do your hair at the theater?"

Kurt huffs and decides not to answer a stupid question like that. They are heading to a nice restaurant so of course he has to look presentable.

He doesn't notice it until they're seated, but when he does he wonders why he didn't realize it the moment his family arrived in New York. Carole is quiet, the smile on her face obvisouly fake and she doesn't even chide his dad when he orders a bacon burger with extra fries.

"Dad, remember what the doctor said about your cholesterol level," he takes Carole's usual part, but his dad waves him off and reminds him yet again that he only just turned forty.

Kurt sighs because arguing with his dad about his junk food consumption is a lost cause and focuses on Carole instead. He tries to engage her in conversation but her eyes keep straying to Finn every few seconds and Kurt has a feeling he knows what's going on.

"Dad, Carole, why don't you head back to the hotel after lunch and relax for a bit. I promised Finn and Mercedes to show them around the theater before the show," he invents and swiftly kicks Finn's shin under the table when his stepbrother opens his mouth to protest.

He feel Blaine's eyes on him and hopes his boyfriend understands his telepathic message of 'I'll explain later'.

"Sounds good, Kurt," his dad tells him while Mercedes squeals. He'll have to try and get her backstage before the show somehow.

After a delicious meal – he and Blaine ordered two dishes to share - the four teens head toward the theater while the grown ups take a cab back to their hotel.

"Dude, no offense, but I don't want to see the theater. There's this huge gaming store that I promised the guys I would check out," Finn complains as soon as their parents are gone.

"We're not going to the theater. It's still closed for another two hours."

Mercedes pouts but Finn looks relieved.

"I just wanted to talk to you without our parents around," he explains to Finn.

"Oh, okay," Finn replies, looking confused.

"Do you want us to leave?" Blaine asks with a look at Mercedes who looks intrigued. Kurt shakes his head because if Finn goes through with his plan people are going to find out soon enough anyway.

"Did you tell your mom?" he asks Finn. His stepbrother furrows his brows for a moment before a lightbulb seems to go off and he nods.

"I told her before we left yesterday. I thought if she got mad she'd have the weekened to cool down and if she got sad, New York could cheer her up."

"So was she mad?" Kurt asks because it's pretty clear to him that Carole is sad. Finn shakes his head.

"Mom told me she doesn't want me to do it, but she's also not going to stop me if it's what I really want. She just needs some time to get used to the idea."

"Okay. What did you do?" Mercedes interrupts Finn's explanation.

His stepbrother shuffles his feet for a moment before he answers.

"I joined the army. I'm leaving right after graduation."

His best friend gapes at his stepbrother.

"Have you lost your mind? You can't even follow a simple dance routine and thinks it's a good idea to run around with a gun?"

"No one asked your opinion," Finn retorts and Kurt decides it's time to separate them before they get into a fight.

"Blaine, can you take Finn to that store. I feel better knowing he isn't running around on his own. Cedes, I need help picking my after show party outfit."

Fortunately, neither of his friends protests his plans and they depart to their separate locations after giving Blaine a quick kiss goodbye.

"How can you be so calm about this?" Mercedes asks as soon as Blaine and Finn are gone. Kurt sighs.

"I've said my peace but there's no changing his mind. I thought maybe his mom could get him to reconsider but if she can't then I don't think anyone can."

Mercedes nods.

"Finn and I are, we aren't close and most of the time I don't like him very much, but he's your brother, so I don't want him to get hurt," Mercedes offers as they walk toward the closest subway station.

Kurt nods in understanding because the truth is, if their parents hadn't fallen in love he and Finn would probably never have become friends.

"Just don't tell anyone until he's ready to tell them," he asks her and Mercedes promises to keep Finn's secret.

Back in his dorm, he and Mercedes pick the perfect outfit for him before he sends her back to the hotel to get ready and leaves for the theater.

He is not the first to arrive and it's already chaotic backstage with the parents of the younger actors milling around and fussing over their kids. As part of the ensemble, Kurt doesn't have his own dressing room but his heart speeds up when he steps into the room he shares with three other boys his age and there's a bouquet of roses waiting for him.

He texts Blaine a quick thank you, before he changes into his first costume and heads over to make up. To his surprise he is a lot calmer than he thought he would be and just prays that he won't get stage fright once he is supposed to go on stage.

Fortunately, nothing major goes wrong and before he knows it, Kurt is joining the rest of the ensemble on stage for their curtain call. The lights are still blinding him so he can't tell where his family is sitting but just knowing that they and Blaine are out there, that the witnessed his stage debut makes him feel like the happiest person on earth.

His dad allows him a glass of champagne at the after show party held backstage for the actors and their friends and family and Kurt is on cloud nine the whole time it's going on. Carole and his dad leave around midnight after Kurt promises to get Mercedes and Finn back safe and to stay sober and he, Blaine, Mercedes and Finn stay until the party winds down around two.

After making plans to meet his family for brunch the next day before they head back to Lima, they get Mercedes and Finn into a cab but when Blaine tries to hail one for them as well, Kurt shakes his head.

"Let's walk. I miss just walking around the city with you."

It has stopped raining hours ago and the school is informed that Kurt will come back late, so they intertwine their hands and slowly walk back to campus while the city that never sleeps watches over them.

"Blaine, can I open my eyes now," Kurt whines because his boyfriend is crazy and being led through New York pretty much blindfolded is scary.

"A few more minutes. We're nearly there," Blaine replies, his voice suddenly loud and clear now that they've entered a building.

They stop in front of what Kurt assumes to be an elevator and after a ding step on it. Kurt has no idea how far up they go but follows his boyfriend willingly once they reach their stop. It's quiet in the hallway they step into and Kurt still has no clue where he's been dragged off to.

In front of him, keys are inserted into a lock and when Kurt steps through the door, the warmth inside quickly warms him up.

"You can open them," Blaine whispers and Kurt snaps his eyes open.

They are standing in what appears to be someone's living room. Off to the left is a small open kitchen with a tiny table for two. The furniture looks well used, and while it's not Kurt's style, the apartment looks cozy.

"What are we doing here? Whose place is this?" he asks his boyfriend who's beaming at him.

"Mine. Ours when the time comes," Blaine explains with a huge smile on his face.

Kurt loves how invested Blaine seems to be in their future but he doesn't understand.

"How? I thought you won't get the keys until mid May." Blaine nods.

"I won't, but I told the tenants that my interior designer wanted to take a look at the place before I move in, so they let me come by today."

"You hired an interior decorator?" He tries to keep the hurt out of his voice, but doesn't succeed. Blaine however, just rolls his eyes.

"You, Kurt. You are my interior decorator. I want this to be our apartment once you graduate. So will you please help me decorate this place, so it will be truly ours."

Instead of a verbal answer, Kurt throws his arms around Blaine and pulls him into a tight hug before smashing their mouths together.

"I love you so much," he whispers into Blaine's ear because he can see it too. Can see them living here – just the two of them – in the hopefully not so distant future.

"But what about Harmony?" he asks a few minutes later when Blaine shows him around the apartment.

"Well, she can do whatever she wants with her room. And she doesn't have a problem with us taking care of the rest," Blaine assures him as he shows Kurt to what would be their bedroom.

It's a bit larger than the second room with a small walk-in closet and a tiny balcony overlooking the street below. There's a fire escape as well and Kurt can't wait to find out if it will lead them to the roof like apartment like Blaine's always seem to do on TV.

"There's only one bathroom but I figure that by the time you move in, I'll have plenty of experience with sharing with someone who takes his time," Blaine quips when Kurt inspects the bathroom, earning him a swat.

It's a bit strange, walking through someone else's apartment but Kurt can already see it in his mind, how he wants to change things for Blaine.

"I can't wait to get started," Kurt gushes once Blaine drops the keys into the mailbox in the lobby, "but don't think this little surprise will get you out of tux shopping with me."

Blaine hangs his head and sighs and Kurt laughs because he knew there was a reason why he absolutely had to see the apartment right now, when he wanted to take Blaine shopping for prom.

Quinn's former roommate is sitting on her former desk when Quinn returns from her run and Quinn rolls her eyes because apart from nights, it's like they never switched roommates.

"Santana kick you out again?" she asks while she strips off her sweaty work out clothes and picks up a fresh outfit for after her shower.

Christina just nods, apparently engrossed in whatever homework she's doing.

"I'm sorry. I'll go and get her after my shower."

Quinn thinks that Santana is lucky that her former roommate doesn't seem to care which room she is in as long as she has a space to study and to sleep. Hell, if she had a roommate that constantly tried to kick her out, that roommate would meet HBIC Quinn Fabray. It's probably why Santana is holed up in Brittany's room instead of trying to take over theirs.

She sends a quick text to Santana, before she steps into the shower and lets the hot water sooth her sore muscles. When she returns to her room, Christina is gone and Santana is sulking on her bed.

"Who knew you'd be the clingy one in a relationship," she quips, earning her a glare from her friend.

"Oh, come on, Santana. This isn't the end of the world. Blaine and Kurt are just as sickeningly in love and they don't get to share a room either," she reminds Santana.

"Yes, but they have roommates who help them with their 'secret' sleepovers," Santana whines. "Can't you stay at Nick's – at least after prom?"

She tries not to flinch, because she knows that Santana doesn't mean to imply that she's easy. She does however feel the need to set the record straight.

"We've been on three dates and have only kissed after the last one. Nick's only a junior so we won't even go to prom."

"Of course we are," Santana replies, clearly plotting something. "If Kurt and the hobbit get to go then so are we."

"Blaine's a senior, so of course he's going to go. And it's just prom," Quinn retorts, already bored with the conversation.

"You certainly changed your tune," Santana remarks, but the usual bite in her voice is gone.

"There are more important things in live than some stupid crown you can buy in every party store." She knows she sounds bitter, but it's the truth. After what she's been through this year, she doesn't give a fuck about prom.

Santana doesn't say anything and just pulls her into her arms briefly, reminding her why they are friends.

"You're right. Let's just have a girls' night in instead. I promise, Britt and I will behave," her new roommate whispers before kissing her temple.

"Okay," Quinn sniffles, because she's been an emotional wreck all year and it surprises her that Nick still wants to be with her, even after she told him the truth about the fall.

"And in two years, when it's our senior prom, people won't know what hit them," Santana continues and Quinn snorts.

"I'm glad you're my roommate," she admits, because while Christina was perfectly nice, they've never clicked like she, Santana and Brittany have. Santana smiles at her.

"If I can't room with Britt then I'm glad I got you as well."

When Kurt finally arrives at the ballroom rented for prom the party is already in full swing. He left the theater as fast as he could after the show and got ready in record time but it's still nearly nine when he gets there.

Blaine looks amazing in the tuxedo Kurt helped him pick when he rushes over to greet Kurt and hands him a glass of punch.

"Is it spiked?" Kurt asks because he is one of two sophomores allowed to attend senior prom and he really doesn't want to get into trouble for drinking.

"Not this one. I can get you some spiked one if you like though," Blaine yells over the music and Kurt accepts the glass gratefully, because he's always thirsty after a show.

For a while they watch how Blaine's classmates make fools of themselves on the dance floor and Kurt itches to join them. But apart from NYADA parties he has never really danced with Blaine and what if he just ends up stepping on Blaine's toes constantly. Just then the music changes to a slow song and Blaine steps in front of him.

"Will you dance with me Kurt?" he asks, hand outstretched in front of Kurt.

Kurt swallows his fears and puts his hand into Blaine's. He never thought he would get to do that in high school, dance with a boyfriend or just take a significant other to prom. But here they are, swaying slowly to the music in the midst of their peers and no one is giving them flack for it.

He has his arms around Blaine's neck while Blaine's encircle his waist and they are as close as is proper for a dance floor. And it doesn't matter when Kurt accidentally steps on Blaine's toes because they get to do this together, they get to have a normal teenage experience even though they are two guys.

"The seniors, we rented the last floor of a hotel for the after party. Do you want to spend the night with me there?" Blaine whispers while they dance and Kurt lifts his head to look into Blaine's eyes.

There's a shy smile on Blaine's face and Kurt understands what his boyfriend isn't saying but still hopes to convey. And he wishes he could say yes, even though the after prom thing is just a horrible cliché, but he can't, even if it would make Blaine happy.

"I'm not ready for more than what we've been doing," he replies watching Blaine's face for any sign of disappointment. If Blaine is disappointed he's hiding it well.

"But yes, I'd love to spend the night with you. I always do," he adds when he's sure that he and Blaine are still on the same page.

Before Blaine can reply, they are interrupted by the announcement of prom court. It didn't surprise Kurt when Blaine was nominated for Prom King and he keeps his fingers crossed that he'll go home with a king tonight.

Kurt cheers loudly when one of the girls from Vocal Explosion is crowned Prom Queen before he edges closer to the stage to support his boyfriend. When Blaine is announced Prom King his loud cheering earns him a few stares but Kurt couldn't care less.

The best part about a NYADA prom, he thinks a few moments later, is that Prom King and Queen usually don't dance with one another but with their respective dates – their princes and princesses.

And so who cares when some people are staring when Blaine calls him forward and they slow dance next to the queen and her prince while the rest of the NYADA seniors and their dates give them space on the dance floor.

The after prom party in a hotel in Soho is loud and Kurt is surprised the hotel even rented out a whole floor to a bunch of high school seniors. But this is New York and they've probably seen worse.

Even though they are away from the chaperones now, Kurt tries to limit himself to two classes of sparkling wine while he and Blaine celebrate with the rest of the class of 2010 who is getting drunker and drunker as the hours pass.

It's nearly four o'clock when he and Blaine finally retire to Blaine's room, too tired for more than hurried hand jobs in their shared shower before they both collapse on the large king size bed and fall asleep almost instantly.

Four hours later, he is woken by his phone ringing close to his ear. Kurt groans because while he didn't get drunk he did have more than two glasses in the end. He ignores his phone at first because it's barely eight and who the hell calls this early on a Sunday morning, but when it starts ringing again only moments later, Kurt rolls over to check the display.

It's his home number.

Kurt groans again because his father seems have a fucking sixth sense about Kurt doing something he isn't supposed to do. Because his dad had been clear – he could go to the after party but had to sleep in his room. And right now he was most definitely not in his room.

For a moment he debates letting the call go to voice mail again, but if his dad is really calling because he found out about the hotel, it's probably better to hear him out now before it gets worse.

It's not his father to his surprise, however, when he picks up the phone, but Carole, and she's crying.

"Carole? What's wrong?"

He feels nauseous all of a sudden; suspects the worst.

"It's your father, honey. He collapsed this morning and the EMTs are loading him into an ambulance right now," Carole sobs and Kurt nearly drops his phone.

"But is he, is he okay?" he stammers, praying for good news.

"He's unconscious and they suspect a heart attack, but they said I did the right thing in calling straight away and they are optimistic because he's still breathing, but other than that I don't know."

It's a split second decision and even when Carole tries to talk him out of it he doesn't change his mind. He has to go home straight away, because what if his dad doesn't make it and all he was doing was nurse a hangover with his boyfriend states away.

The moment he hangs up the phone he shakes Blaine awake. His boyfriend groans and looks a little worse for wear as well but Kurt keeps shaking him until Blaine finally opens both eyes and glares at him.

"I love you, but what the fuck are you doing Kurt?" Blaine grumbles and Kurt wraps his arms around himself while tries to keep the tears at bay.

"Carole called. My dad, he, he, he had a heart attack. I have to go home, to Lima," he sobs and lets Blaine pull him into his arm.

He doesn't know how long they stay like that but eventually Blaine picks up his own phone.

"Dad, I need to get me and Kurt on the next flight to Lima. His dad had a heart attack. Can I please use your miles."

If Kurt had the energy to argue he would because Blaine can't leave New York right now. His boyfriend has Nationals to organize and finals on top of it. He does however get Blaine to promise him on the ride to the airport that he won't stay longer than a day or two so he doesn't miss too much.

It's Blaine who calls NYADA and excuses them both and it's Blaine who calls the theater to let them know that Kurt can't do the Sunday matinee, while Kurt is busy trying not to fall apart before they make it to Lima and he gets any news.

When they arrive in Columbus it's not his dad who picks them up, but Blaine's and it feels so fucking weird, because his dad always picks him up, no matter what time or city he arrives in.

He makes it until he's in the backseat of the Anderson's car before he breaks down and soaks Blaine's jumper with his tears.