The Ten Year McKinley High School Reunion.

He would have been lying if he said that Kurt Hummel was not the reason for him transferring from Dalton Academy to McKinley High School. After Kurt left Dalton, after their magical night at his Prom it had gotten harder for Blaine to cope at Dalton without Kurt there beside him. Seeing each other after school wasn't enough for Blaine. The closer they got to each other the more Blaine wanted to spend every waking moment with Kurt. The eight hours of school a day was too much time apart. After much convincing from his parents they conceded and transferred him back into the public school system. He joined the New Directions and became one of their headline vocalists and in their senior year he led them through Nationals and won. Towards the end of their senior year, Kurt and Blaine seriously started talking about attending NYU and living in New York together. They rented a small place in Astoria just barely big enough for the both of them and Kurt's clothes.

Things were amazing for a while but unfortunately things change, like they always do. Kurt was wooed by the New York life where Blaine just wanted a low profile college experience. He didn't get drawn in by the glamorous side of living in New York. As Kurt continued to study fashion during the night and attended his internship most evenings, it was becoming increasingly difficult for them to spend time together.

It happened one particular evening a few days after Blaine celebrated his twentieth birthday; alone.

He had great dinner plans but since Kurt got caught up at his internship, Blaine spent his entire birthday working on his music theory homework. Hours later than he said he was going to be home, Kurt showed up at their place - cheeks rosy and eyes ablaze. Kurt found Blaine lying on their bed on his stomach, his nose in his textbook; sad eye pouring over his homework. He looked up and saw Kurt's silhouette in the doorway. He sighed and closed his book as Kurt took his first steps into the bedroom.

"Where have you been?" Blaine said as Kurt slithered onto the bed, his hand instinctively reaching for Blaine's curly brown hair.

"Blaine, everywhere I turned there were designers. It was better than being at Disneyland. You should have seen it. I wish you could have." Kurt rambled on but Blaine wasn't listening anymore. The smell of vodka was wafting off of word he spoke, his eyes hazy with jumbled thoughts. Blaine shook out of his hold and stood up from the bed.

"No, you don't." Blaine said as he stalked away from their bed, leaving Kurt looking confused back at him. His eyebrows knitting together.

"What are you talking about?" Kurt asked as the situation forced him to sober up. He stood up as well; not knowing what else to do. Always following Blaine's lead. Blaine took a second to imagine everything that he was about to say. He closed his eyes, blocking out all the white noise that was causing static to build up in his ears. After a few moments of blistering silence he turned back to look at Kurt.

"You don't wish I was there. You love being the center of attention. A one man show right?" Blaine said with the hint of a dead smile. He was trying to keep the sadness out of his voice. "There's no room for me anymore." He could see the hurt welling up in Kurt's face and he knew he had to just do this quickly or else he would back out. He would tell Kurt that he was sorry and that tomorrow everything will be back to normal. He will curl back up into himself and the cycle will start over again.

"I'm moving out." Blaine said, cutting right to the chase. Kurt's face fell, his eyebrows unfurrowed and he just became blank. For once he didn't have anything to say; shell shocked.

"I already have a new place but I wanted to tell you in person." Blaine said. He was struggling so hard to get the words out but he couldn't stand the look on Kurt's pale face. His hands were trembling and even as much as he was fighting it, the tears came. He couldn't help himself, couldn't stop them no matter how hard he tried. He looked up into Kurt's blue eyes and saw matching tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Why?" Kurt choked out. He wanted to say more, to start begging for him to stay but the words wouldn't leave. They just became dying squeaks in his throat.

"Until there's room for me in your life, you will always be pushing me further away." Another tear trailed down Blaine's tear streaked cheek as he picked up his book off the bed and stuffed it into his bad on the floor. He pulled it over his shoulder as he started walking towards the door when Kurt finally mustered the energy to say a whole sentence; which made Blaine stop at the doorway.

"Happy Birthday." Kurt whispered. Tears staining his alabaster cheeks. Blaine turned and they looked at each other for a long moment. "When will I see you again?" Kurt whispered like he couldn't speak any louder than that. Blaine swallowed the lump in his throat as they stood staring each other down from across the bedroom that used to belong to both of them. It was killing Blaine that Kurt wasn't even trying to put up a fight to try and keep him from leaving. Didn't put up a fight to keep him. It killed him more than anything.

"Soon." Blaine said as he turned and walked out of the room. The apartment that used to be theirs, that used to be so full of love and song and happiness. Now as he was leaving it seemed like such a strange, unwelcoming place.

Soon.

That was what he had said but it had been eight years since then.