"This one is my favorite," Blaine said, picking up a framed photo of him and Kurt from the previous year's prom. "Look at it, we had only been dating for a couple of months."

Kurt looked up from the box he was packing and strained his neck to get a good view of the picture inside the frame. Blaine brought it over and knelt next to Kurt. He ran his fingers along the edge with slight feeling of nostalgia.

Kurt smiled at the picture. "Keep it."

Blaine lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "What? Kurt I can't. It's yours."

Kurt stood up and kissed the top of Blaine's head. "It's okay. You're moving in with me in one year, so I'll have it back soon anyway."

He walked to the other side of the room and lifted a neatly folded pile of pants. He brought them back over to the box and set them down when he heard a quiet sniffle.

He looked down at Blaine, who was now sitting cross-legged on the floor with the frame in his lap and his head bent forward.

"Blaine?"

Blaine looked up at him with slightly red-rimmed eyes. He wasn't quite crying, but he definitely was not okay. Upon seeing this, fell back down next to him and wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders. "Why are you so upset?"

"I think it just hit me that you are actually going to be gone for a year." Blaine rubbed his nose and blinked a few times to compose himself. "It's always been this abstract concept—you leaving—that I didn't really think about what it would be like once you're gone."

"But I won't be gone." Kurt said reassuringly. He placed his head onto Blaine's shoulder and held on as tight as he could. "Even so, soon you'll be there, and we'll do all of the stereotypically New York things. Go shopping, ice skate at the Rockefeller Center, eat questionable food from a creepy vendor…"

Blaine laughed and pulled Kurt around by the waist. "That'll be the best," he said while nuzzling Kurt's neck.

Kurt giggled as Blaine's breath tickled his skin.

"Still, I'm going to miss this." Blaine breathed. He fell sideways from sitting position to the ground, taking Kurt with him. Blaine held his boyfriend tight around the waist. He could smell Kurt's forty dollar shampoo, and the clean smell of his t-shirt. Kurt's light skin was prickled with goosebumps from the air conditioning, but it was still soft as ever. Blaine held on, trying to imprint the sensations into his mind.

Kurt could feel the rhythmic thump of Blaine's heart against his back and began to focus in on the soft pulse. He smiled when he felt Blaine kiss the back of his neck and placed his hands on top of Blaine's. Soon, Kurt was asleep, exhausted from running around and packing the entire day.

When he realized Kurt was sleeping, Blaine carefully stood up in an attempt to not wake him. He took a throw pillow off of Kurt's chair and placed it under his head. Kurt murmured something about organizing the brooches, but Blaine shushed him and told him to finish his nap. Blaine took a picture of Kurt sleeping with his phone. Kurt was placed right in the middle of the half-organized room with boxes surrounding him. He reminded himself to save it for someday in the future.

"Remember not to take anything from strangers! And make sure you don't go out by yourself at night. Don't party too much. OH and don't you dare think about going somewhere with someone you don't know! Remember, stranger danger."

Kurt rolled his eyes as Burt kept reminding him of things he shouldn't do while in New York. Kurt had been accepted into Parson's on a full tuition, thanks to the rigorous studies at Dalton, lots of help from Blaine, and his flawless portfolio.

"Dad, don't worry about me. I've talked to Rachel, back from McKinley year, and she said I'm welcome to stay with her if need be. Besides, I'm not really a party person."

Burt sighed, "I know Kurt, and I trust you completely. I'm just going to miss my boy." Burt pulled Kurt in for the sixth hug he'd received from his dad since they arrived at the airport.

"I love you so much," Burt choked out, "I'm proud of you."

"I love you too."

Burt stepped back and clapped Kurt on the shoulder. "I'll see you in a month. Don't forget to call your old man from time to time."

Kurt nodded, and then turned to Blaine. The dark haired boy had a bittersweet smile on his face. When Kurt opened his arms, Blaine practically collapsed into them and let out a long breath.

"47 days until I see you again," he said.

Kurt laughed and let go of Blaine. "I'll skype you when I get situated in my dorm tonight, don't worry."

"Hey!" Burt exclaimed from behind them, "Don't I get a skype date too?"

Kurt grinned, "Yes dad, you get a skype date too."

Burt relaxed, placated for only a moment until he looked at the time.

"It's time it's time, your plane is leaving in twenty minutes!"

Kurt glanced at the clock to see that he had a good forty-five minutes until the plane left, but he should still start moving through customs. He gently kissed his boyfriend on the lips before he broke apart from a very reluctant Blaine.

He could see Blaine's eyebrows bunched together in a way Kurt knew only meant he was worried.

"Soon," Kurt promised, and that was enough for Blaine's shoulders to relax and a small smile to appear on his face.

"I love you both," Kurt said, addressing the two best men in his life. He then stepped into the line with his boarding pass and ID in hand.

After a flurry of motion and a rather embarrassing instance where he almost walked through the metal detector with one shoe on, Kurt was on the other side. He could still see Blaine and his dad standing at the entrance. He waved and laughed when Blaine blew him a kiss. As cheesy as it was, he loved it. As Kurt turned to walk towards his gate, he could his stomach flip with nerves and excitement.

His life was beginning.