"No entiendo lo que está pasando!" Santana shouted at her friends. She and Quinn received a call hours ago from a very distraught Blaine. "Things were fine yesterday. You were going to that damn party and he had some big party to work. How did you guys go from that to him dancing on your pole?" Through his tears, Blaine explained the situation from start to finish. When he was finished, he looked up towards his friend. "Damn."

"I know." He sobbed. "I messed this up so bad and now he's going to leave. I can't lose him like this. I have to let him know how I feel about him!" The pharmacist ran his hands over his face in an attempt to calm himself down. It was a losing battle from the start.

Santana, ever the inquisitive one, strode across the room and sat on the coffee table in front of her friend. She grabbed his hands away from his face and forced him to look at her. "So let him know how you feel."If only it was that simple.

"He's leaving for New York. He's done. I hurt him and now he's leaving." The young man sobbed. "My chance is gone." Santana sighed and shook her head.

"Oh my God, Anderson. Really?" She was getting a headache and it was Blaine's fault. "So you're just going to give up? You chased after your douche bag ex-husband for years and now you're giving up? I find that hard to believe!"

"What am I supposed to do?" He shouted. The girl's jumped back at the volume of his voice. Blaine didn't shout. Obviously things were changing. Twice in the past few months, Blaine raised his voice. Things were changing and both girls hoped it was for the best. While they didn't want their friend to run around screaming at people, they wanted him to make his voice heard.

"Tell him how you feel; make him listen!" Santana answered. She was surprised the pharmacist hadn't already come to that conclusion. It was obvious.You want someone to know you like them, tell them. Duh!

"But before you do that," Quinn cut in. She crossed the room and sat next to her friend. He immediately curled into her side. "You need to figure out what you want. If he wants to be with you but still wants to go to New York, you need to know how you guys are going to work that out. Because he's going to question that and you need to have an answer."

Finally, an easy response."I've already decided that, whether Kurt and I end up together or not, I'm moving. I'll miss the heck out of you guys, but I don't want to stay here. Someone once told me that I'm also bigger than Lima, so I want to give that a go. I want to see what it's like to get out of this world."

Quinn and Santana shared a smile. "I think he's finally getting it." The Latina whispered. Her blonde friend nodded.He is.

Hours later, the friends sat on the couch bouncing ideas off one another. They needed to figure out a way to make Kurt listen to Blaine. "Wait! I have an idea." The pharmacist shouted, popping up from his spot between the two girls. They gave him their undivided attention as he explained his plan. "And for this, I'll need you guys, Sam, Puck, and the Warblers. Are you guys up to help me? I know it's late."

The girls looked at one another before turning to their friend. "We're always up to help you, Blaine." Came Quinn's response.

Santana spoke up next. "Don't forget that." The pharmacist smiled at the girls as he pulled out his phone. He had plans to make; plans that couldn't wait.

Kurt wiped his eyes for what felt like the millionth time. Packing his things was far more difficult than he'd anticipated. Luckily, he wasn't packing everything. The house was paid for, so some things were able to stay. Maybe he'd come back and live –probably not- or, one day, when he was in a better place and the hurt in his heart was a dull thud rather than a painful sting, he'd sell it. For the time being, he packed. Everything that he could use in New York was going, which was still quite a bit.

Three suitcases into his packing, Kurt heard something hit his window. Assuming it was a bird or a bug, the ex-dancer ignored it. He continued to pack until he heard something else hit the window. "What the fuck? It's like 4 am." He groaned. The young man stood from his seat on the floor and walked towards the window. He pulled the large, black curtains back and looked out. There, beneath the streetlights, stood Blaine; dapper as ever in a pair of nice slacks and a cardigan sweater. He was throwing rocks at the window. His graying hair was gelled down, more so than when he went to work, and he was wearing his glasses; glasses that Kurt once told him looked better than his contacts.There's something about a man in glasses.

Kurt sighed as he pushed the window open. "What do you want?" He asked with an uninterested tone. "Because I told you that-"

"Stop talking." Blaine shouted up to him. "You had your chance to talk earlier, now it's my turn." The brunette was taken aback by the elder's tone. Blaine wasn't the kind of person to raise his voice –something everyone knows- and he wasn't the kind of person of person to tell someone to stop talking. Intrigued, Kurt shut his mouth.Whatever he has to say, must be important. I guess I can listen for a while."Are you going to let me talk?" Blaine shouted up. He sounded more like his usual self.

Kurt nodded and propped his elbows in the window, giving Blaine his full attention. "First, I wanted to apologize for not being there when you woke up." When Kurt began to open his mouth, Blaine shot him a pleading look. "Please don't say anything. Please. I won't have the courage to do this in five minutes." Kurt's mouth snapped shut and, once again, he gave Blaine his undivided attention.

"Like I said, I'm sorry for not being there. It wasn't intentional. I left to clear my mind. Right before you fell asleep; you said you never wanted to leave. I couldn't let you do that, Kurt. I gave up my dreams for a man once and I couldn't let that happen to you. So I took Doo Wop for a walk. It wasn't because I needed to get away from you; it was because I was scared that you'd actually do it. I never want you to give up anything for me, Kurt." The pharmacist walked closer to the house, giving Kurt a better view of him. He looked sad.

"When I got my head straight, I went to get us coffee. I went home so we could talk, but you weren't there. When I tried to call, I realized my phone was dead. I didn't intentionally ignore you. I know I should have charged my phone and called but...I couldn't. I couldn't talk to you over the phone; I had to do it to your face. So, I drove around all day like a stalker looking for you. When it got late, I went to your job. I went there to talk. That's all I wanted. I wanted to let you know how I felt." A choked sob cut the pharmacist off. When he looked up, he saw the tears flowing down Kurt's face.

"I'm so sorry, Blaine. I should have let you say that. Instead I yelled at you. I'm just..."

"It's okay. I know you were scared. I am too. But I won't give up on this; I won't give up on us." Blaine turned and motioned to something Kurt couldn't see. A moment later, Quinn, Santana, Puck, Sam, and the guys from the party were all traipsing across his lawn. He watched intently as he motioned to Puck who was holding a guitar. As the young man watched, Blaine's friend began to play and Blaine began to sing.

When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
There's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?

A slow smile crept across Kurt's face as the elder man sang to him. Never in his life had he imagined that he'd experience such a romantic moment. It exceeded any and all expectations.

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up

As their eyes met, they shared an intimate smile; each hoping that the other's smile was a promise for a brighter future; one that involved them being together.

And when you're needing your space
To do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find

'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it
No: I won't give up

Kurt ran the back of his hand over his eyes, trying to wipe away his tears. Blaine was offering things he didn't expect to find for years. Blaine was offering a future together. He was offering a chance to have someone by his side as he tried to navigate life. That was more than Kurt could have ever asked for.

As the pharmacist continued to sing, his friends joined in. It was amazing to hear them harmonize together. It reminded Kurt of being in his high school's glee club. It offered the nostalgic moment that he needed while packing up his life to move away from home.

I won't give up on us (no I'm not giving up)
God knows I'm tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)
We've got a lot to learn (we're alive, we are loved)
God knows we're worth it (and we're worth it)

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough

I'm giving you all my love

I'm still looking up

Sometimes you have to take chances, son. If it doesn't hurt sometimes, then you're not sticking your neck out enough.Kurt didn't try to stop his tears as Blaine sang the final note. "Kurt, I meant what I said. I won't give up on us. If you'll have me, wherever we end up, I promise to be there whenever I can in the morning. Obviously I'll be working so I might not be able to if you get up to late but I'll try. I'll always try."

Blaine was so busy rambling that he didn't notice that Kurt was no longer perched in the second floor window. "...and I promise that I'll try to bring you coffee every morning. I know you need your coffee and I'll do my best. I mean, unless you get up before I do, then I won't be able to bring you coffee. And I'll do my best to-" His words were cut off by a pair of lips; the softest lips he'd ever felt.

Instinctively, he kissed back. When he pulled back, he was relieved to see Kurt smiling at him, only inches from his face. "You're rambling." The brunette advised as he laced his arms around the elder's neck. A light blush rose in Blaine's cheeks. He was rambling.In my defense, I'm super freaking nervous right now."I won't give up on us either. And I like the idea of you coming to New York with me – if that's what you're offering. I just can't imagine asking you to give up your life here to go there." The pharmacist shook his head adamantly.

"I already made up my mind. I stayed in Lima because it was safe. I think it's time I get out of here. What better place to go than to New York City with the most wonderful man on Earth – a man that I'd like to be my boyfriend."

Kurt tried not to squeal. "Of course I'll be your boyfriend." The two shared another chaste kiss –we'll be doing a lot of that. "And I am the most beautiful man in the world." Blaine chuckled and pulled hisboyfriendcloser, nuzzling his nose into the younger man's neck.

"You are." The elder whispered. He lifted his head slightly, just enough to make eye contact with his boyfriend, and smiled. "I lo-" Before he could get the words out, he heard the strumming of a guitar. What are they doing, we didn't plan on another song.

The men pulled apart a moment later, trying to figure out what was happening. David stepped into the forefront of the group and began to sing. Kurt and Blaine stood back and watched, dumbstruck.

Got the body of a goddess
Got eyes butter pecan brown I see you girl
Droppin Low
She Comin Down from the ceiling
To tha floo
Yea She Know what she doin
Yea yea yea
She doin that right thang
Yea yea yea yea ea
I Need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang
Cause I'm N Luv wit a stripper

"Really, guys? Really?" The pharmacist scoffed to no avail. His friends were dancing and singing on the lawn as if it was a concert venue. He felt the shake of Kurt's body as the dancer giggled in his arms. "Come on, guys. That's enough. The song is embarrassing and you might wake the neighbors." Again, the group paid the young man no mind.

She poppin she rollin she rollin
She climbin that pole and
I'm N Luv with a stripper
She trippin she playin she playin
I'm not goin nowhere girl I'm stayin
I'm N Luv with a stripper

Eventually, Kurt's laughter grew to be contagious and Blaine found himself joining in as the group continued. He watched as the Warblers danced with one another and with the other group of friends that Blaine brought to Kurt's house.

Eventually, Blaine turned to his the younger man –his boyfriend- and smiled. "Are you ready for this; a life of being randomly serenaded by a crazy group of people, singing oddly accurate songs that are still a bit offensive? If we're going to be together, you have to be ready for things like this." He asked.

Kurt smiled and leaned in for a chaste kiss, they couldn't seem to get enough of kissing one another. When he pulled back he smiled. "Baby, I was born ready."

Hours later, when Blaine's friends were gone and Kurt's bags were packed –Blaine has to put in notice to his job and the leasing company that owns his house, so he'll be a while- the coupled lay cuddled in Kurt's bed. The sun was beginning to rise but both men were understandably exhausted. "I'm going to sleep for the rest of my life." Kurt yawned as he snuggled closer to his boyfriend.

"Then you'll miss your train." Blaine responded, hugging the younger man closer. Kurt hummed as sleep began to overtake him. The pharmacist watched as his boyfriend slipped in and out of consciousness. He had to say something to let Kurt know he would be there in the morning; something he meant. Something he didn't get a chance to say earlier in the evening. "Hey, Kurt."

"Hmmm..."

"I love you."

He felt Kurt smile into his chest. "Does that mean you'll be here when I wake up?"

The pharmacist chuckled. "Of course."

"Good. Because I love you too."