Kurt closed his eyes and warm tears rolled from the corners of them, streaking his pale face with shininess. He looked at the pile of boxes against the door, all of his things ready to go to France. But he wasnt. Blaine and Burt carried the last of the boxes down the stairs, tucking them away with the rest of them. While Burt remained standing by the door with his head buried in his hands, Blaine walked to the couch and sat next to Kurt. He rested his chin on his fist, his eyes glossed over, dazed, distant.

From the floor, Archer squeaked and squirmed toward his teddy bear, which Finn had set down in front of him. He pawed at it and closed his mouth around its foot, slobbering on it. Blaine slid off the couch and knelt beside his baby, taking the bear from his mouth. "Here, sweetheart." He shook the bear and Archer cooed at it, causing Hunter to get interested and bat at it, too.

Wiping his eyes, Kurt sat up straight and whispered, "I have something to say." When everyone looked at him, almost hopeful that hed say he was putting off the entire trip, Kurt pressed his fingertips to his lips, "This is my way of saying thank you to all of you for being so kind to me. You all are amazing people and Ill be happy to see you again in a year."

He took a breath and closed his eyes, "Say goodbye to not knowing when the truth in my whole life began... Say goodbye to not knowing how to cry. You taught me that." Opening his eyes, Kurt glanced at Blaine and was startled by the wetness in his eyes. Blaine didnt cry in front of anyone except him. "And Ill remember the strength that you gave me, now that Im standing on my own. Ill remember the way that you saved me. Ill remember."

Flicking his eyes away before his own tears choked up his song, Kurt stared at the pattern on his skirt. "Inside, I was a child that could not mend a broken wing. Outside, I looked for a way to teach my heart to sing. And Ill remember the love that you gave me, now that Im standing on my own. Ill remember the way that you changed me. Ill remember."

He pinched the inside of his wrist to distract himself from the tears swimming in his eyes, his voice thick and weepy. "I learned to let go of the illusion that we can possess. I learned to let go. I travel in stillness. And Ill remember happiness. Ill remember. And Ill remember the love that you gave me, now that Im standing on my own. Ill remember the way that you changed me. Ill remember-" Kurt cut himself off when his voice broke, and he covered his face with his hands.

"Oh, sweetheart..." Blaine quickly got to his feet and returned to Kurt, sitting beside of him. Kurt collapsed on his lap and pressed his face to Blaines thigh, clinging to him.

"I dont want to remember," Kurt hiccupped, squeezing Blaines legs. "I want to see you every day-"

Bowing over Kurt, Blaine kissed his back, "Come on, little love... No, Ive never been afraid to cry. And I finally have a reason why. Ill remember."

Kurt shuddered, forcing the words out, "Ill remember."

No one dared speak for a moment, all of them thinking about how things would change without Kurt. Finn finally cleared his throat and wrapped his arms around his knees, pulling them to his chest. "Thats pretty, little bro."

Closing his eyes, Kurt slid out of Blaines arms, "Im tired. Im going to take a nap."

"Whatever you want, honey." Burt assured him, "I can go pick up pizza and salad. You dont have to make dinner tonight."

"Thank you." Without another word, Kurt walked up the stairs and disappeared around the corner.

Carole shook her head, "Ive never seen Kurt like this before. Its worrying me."

Blaine stood and crossed his arms, "Ill take care of him." Following Kurt upstairs, Blaine turned the corner and knocked on their bedroom door. "Kurt, sweetheart... its me." He opened the door and frowned at Kurt, who was lying on their bed and twisting the chain of his locket in his fingers. Kurt held his arms out, so Blaine slid onto the bed and gathered him in his arms. "Shh... Im here. Ive got you."

Kurt slid his hands under Blaines shirt and he stroked his rippling abs, the hard valleys on his stomach, his tight nipples. "Im trying to memorize you." He squeaked, tears filling his eyes again, "That way I can remember what it felt like to be held in your arms... because holding a pillow wont be the same."

Blaine closed his eyes, "Kurt... Kurt, please... Youre making yourself anxious-"

"Can I ask you to do just one thing for me?" Kurt begged, and Blaine opened his eyes. "Make love to me one more time. Please. Blaine, dont refuse me."

Blaine kept his face emotionless. It was the only thing keeping him from breaking. "Okay," he whispered, sliding off of Kurt and pulling his shirt over his head. "Roll over." Unbuttoning his jeans, Blaine pushed them down his thighs and kicked them off. Left in his boxers, Blaine shivered as the cool air brushed his bare skin. He peeled his boxers off and threw them aside, completely naked in front of Kurt.

"Can I touch you?" Kurt chirped, hesitantly flipping onto his stomach.

Blaine climbed on top of him and pinned his hands above his head, "Wait." He muttered, grabbing the zipper to Kurts skirt. "Ill lose control if you do." He yanked the zipper down and patted Kurts bottom, "Lift your hips."

Kurt pointed his bottom at the ceiling, and Blaine dropped the skirt to his knees. Pulling one leg up, Blaine managed to slide it off his legs. He stared at Kurts spankies, lifting the hem and ripping them in half with one tug of his hands. Pinching Kurts bottom, Blaine rolled him back over and started on the buttons of Kurts shirt. "Tear it," Kurt pleaded, lifting his legs and wrapping them around Blaines hips. "Blaine, I just want to feel you."

Blaine did as he was told and easily ripped the garment, leaving Kurt naked. The sight of Kurts nude body was still a surprise to Blaine, all of his beautiful curves and pale and pink skin. His hips were wide and his stomach was thin, absolutely no hair smothering his perfect body. Blaines mouth watered. "How are you mine?" he asked Kurt, slipping his arms underneath him. "You are so beautiful."

"So are you." Kurt ran his fingertips over Blaines hard arms, warming his skin anywhere he touched. "Do you like it when I touch you?"

"I love it." Blaine choked, "Im going to miss it, Kurt." Scooting to the bottom of the bed, Blaine touched Kurt when he squeaked. "Dont worry, Im not going anywhere. I just want to savor you... all of you." Lifting Kurts foot, Blaine pressed his cheek to it. "Cute, little foot..." He kissed Kurts toes, suckling the smallest one into his mouth.

Kurt sighed and lay back on the pillow as Blaine licked the bottom of his foot. "That feels very good."

Blaine nibbled his ankle, his dark eyes lifting to Kurts flushed face. Licking the inside of Kurts leg, Blaine pushed Kurts leg straight up, his toes pointed at the ceiling. He buried his face in the back of his knee, scraping it with his teeth. "You taste so good..." Blaine growled, "like raspberries and sugar."

Kurt cried out as Blaine tickled the inside of his thigh with his tongue. Sucking on Kurts soft skin, Blaine lowered Kurts leg to the bed again and spread his knees as far as they would go. He lifted his head and stared at Kurts crumpled face, his lips plump and quivering, his trembling lashes on his cheeks.

Dropping between his thighs, Blaine pressed his face to Kurts chest. He kissed both of his tiny nipples, breathing heavily on his soft skin. "Kurt..." he grumbled. "Kurt..."

"Inside," Kurt stroked Blaines sweaty hair, "Blaine... inside. I want you inside me."

A tear leaked from the corner of his eyes, "If I get inside you... I wont be able to pull out." He warned him, "Kurt... I wont."

"Thats fine." Turning his face into Blaines hair, Kurt whimpered in his ear. "Maybe itll be better that way. Then I wont be able to go."

Blaine sobbed and pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing himself up on his hands. Hovering over Kurt, Blaine pressed his bulky cock against Kurts little hole. "Kurt." Sliding inside, Blaine shouted and almost fell on top of Kurt. Hed never felt anything so good. "Oh... baby!"

Arching into Blaine, Kurt sobbed and tightened his legs around him. Blaine slammed himself inside, staying like that for a few seconds, not moving, just memorizing the tight heat of Kurt. Tears dripped off his cheeks and fell to Kurts chest and neck. Shuddering, Blaine drew out and pounded back in, the bed creaking with his jerky movements and smacking the wall.

"Blaine!" Kurts fingers curled into the pillow, "Blaine, dont pull out again." He pressed his heels into Blaines ass, keeping him pushed against his prostate. "Stay like this."

Blaine nodded, willing to do anything Kurt said. Leaning down, he nuzzled their lips and stroked Kurts tongue with his own. "I love you, Kurt."

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaines neck and held onto him tightly, "I love you, too. Ill be home soon. Blaine, everything will be alright."

"Kurt..." was all Blaine said, and he lay down beside Kurt. Kurt curled into his chest and sighed, wrapping his arms around him.

"Youll be okay," he whispered. "Youll be fine, Blaine. I promise." Cupping Blaines face, Kurt kissed his mouth.

Blaine stared over Kurts head at the clock on his dresser. Morning was coming too soon. He just had a few more hours until Kurt was ripped out of his arms. Kurt might have been so warm, but Blaine felt cold. He wouldnt be okay. He wouldnt be fine. Everything wouldnt be alright. But he kept his mouth shut.

Kurt moved against him, rubbing his cheek on his chest, "Blaine?"

Blaine looked down at him.

"Your hands are shaking." Lifting his eyes to Blaines face, Kurt frowned, "Youre biting your lip."

Blaine wouldnt tell him that he was scared.

He was about to lose his everything... his greatest love.