“Should we be bad and get dessert?” Blaine reached over and placed his hand over Kurt's, giving it a squeeze. 

Kurt smiled over at him, giving him a coy look. “Sure, we'll burn off the calories later in bed.” 

Blaine almost choked on his sip of water at that comment, and gave Kurt a warning look to behave. Kurt simply smirked at Blaine, rubbing his foot up Blaine's calf. 

Unsure of what to say, Kurt had avoided the topic with Blaine. He encouraged Blaine to take the job, putting on a happy face about it, and didn't mention his lingering fears and doubts. Blaine, being excited about the job, got involved in wrapping things up in New York as much as he could for the period he'd be away, and wasn't around the apartment as much. 

This was their last night together, and Kurt was determined to make it a memorable one. He'd dressed in a grey Tom Ford suit for this elegant dinner, and Blaine's appreciative glances all night made his efforts worth it. He'd give Blaine some great memories to take with him to L.A. Hopefully, it would be enough.

Soon, they were back in the apartment, and Kurt led Blaine to the bedroom. Lighting one candle, he slowly undressed Blaine, worshipping his body with kisses and slow strokes. Memorizing how beautiful Blaine looked with his chin thrown back, exposing his neck for Kurt's small bites along his skin. Drinking in the gasps of pleasure as Kurt stroked his thick shaft, while his tongue swirled over the head. Digging his fingers into Blaine's ass, pulling him in completely, wanting to be as close as possible. To feel everything. To stamp it all into his memory. Sucking and biting on the skin at his hip, until a very satisfying mark glowed wetly against his olive skin. 

Mine. Kurt thought, but knew he had no right to say it aloud. No right to stake his claim. 

***

Kurt awoke to soft kisses. He rolled onto his back, and pushed his hand into Blaine's hair, finding it slightly damp, and pulled him closer for a deeper kiss. 

“Kurt, the cab is here. I have to run to catch the flight.” 

Kurt still felt only half awake. Giving Blaine another kiss, he pulled back and looked into Blaine's earnest, beautiful hazel-green eyes. “Goodbye, Blaine. Will you call me when you get there?” 

“Of course.” Another quick kiss, and Blaine was pulling away. Running a gentle hand along the side of Kurt's face, his expression soft and loving. “Goodbye, Kurt.” 

And then he was gone. 

***

Kurt got through the week. He worked, then came home to the silent apartment. When Blaine packed his suitcase, he left nothing of his anywhere. He'd never had much stuff in this apartment anyways. It was almost like he'd never been there. Except for the aching emptiness inside Kurt. 

Blaine called and texted, and Kurt found he could feign that everything was OK for them. Putting on a brave face, not admitting how lonely and sad he was feeling. Blaine mentioned visiting New York, or for Kurt coming out to L.A., but Kurt made reference to busy times at work and maybe later would work better. 

Deep inside, he was feeling a visit would only delay the inevitable outcome. Blaine sounded so happy with his work in L.A. Kurt wasn't enough for him to stay in New York. All sort of destructive thoughts like this circled in Kurt's mind, making him pull away from everything. His light dimmed. 

Blaine was frustrated when he could tell things were changing on the phone and with their texts, but he couldn't Kurt to admit anything was wrong. Soon, he started to worry that Kurt was losing interest in their relationship, and the communication became more sporadic.

And then it stopped entirely.

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A/N: A very short chapter. But more is coming soon....