How was it that one human being could break down Kurts emotional walls just by the power of his smile? Just the sight of Blaines hopeful little grin was enough to make Kurt choke back tears. He swallowed the rising catch in his throat and thought, You can do this Kurt, you owe it to Blaine... and yourself.

“Its good to see you, Kurt,” Blaine said.

“You too,” Kurt whispered back.

Stalling was not Kurts intent, he just didnt want to admit to Blaine the reason why he was there, which wasnt to make up. Hed reached his breaking point and now, after Kurt had given himself time to reflect, he had to follow through with that choice. The trouble was, Blaines handsome face tugged at Kurts heartstrings, making him wish with all of his heart that it didnt need to turn out this way. What caused Kurt to get on with it was when Blaine showed signs of forcing himself to speak; he always furrowed his eyebrows whenever he pushed himself.

“Blaine,” Kurt said, raising a hand to stop Blaine from uttering any words of sentiment. “Please let me go first, or else I wont be able to say what I came here to tell you.”

Blaines face fell; he got the feeling whatever Kurt planned to tell him wouldnt be pleasant for either of them. His body became tense with anxiety and he shuffled his hands together nervously. Kurt gestured for Blaine to take a seat on the bed and he complied, but Kurt didnt bother to join him there.

Kurt was too edgy to sit still. “Ive been keeping something from you Blaine, and that needs to stop. Remember that time when you joked about how you knew that God hadnt actually sent me to you? Well... in a way – a very big one – He actually did...”

Blaine cocked his head to the side in puzzlement. “What?”

“For this to make sense, I need to tell you what happened to me eleven years ago. I was seventeen at the time and at a rebellious age, but in my case, that didnt even begin to describe the phase I was in. I had thought that the reason I felt so different from others was because I was gay. But when I went off on my own to find a place within the gay community, I still felt like I didnt belong. All of that changed one fateful day though, when a group of ignorant haters cornered me and decided they could beat the gay out of me, or kill me, Im not sure. Either way, even with my skill in combat they-- wait, there were four of them, so it was hardly a fair fight – got past my defenses and started pounding on me.”

“As they landed blow after painful blow, something snapped inside of me and my unknown power awoke at last. Power erupted from me, literally Blaine, in my untrained ignorance my hate towards those men fuelled my energy levels and I tore their bodies apart. Turned them right into dust and… it felt good. The unleashing of my seemingly unlimited power couldnt be stopped, even if I knew how to stop it. I nearly leveled the whole town, and the only thing that stopped a widespread massacre was Holy intervention. Three Archangels descended on the scene, no doubt expecting to find a demon going on the warpath. What they found instead was an unhinged youth with powers both angelic and demonic in origin. The demons showed up next, lead by my mother who finally told me the truth; how shed managed to seduce an angel and kept her physical form long enough to have me. All just so theyd have something to flaunt at their enemies.”

At least Blaine knew him well enough not to say anything, because any efforts to comfort him would only fall flat. Kurt hated to be coddled, even when no one aside from Blaine had ever tried to before – not there had many chances for that sort of thing.

“I was in no state of mind to embrace either my angel or demon brethren, not when they were obviously only interested in my power and not me as a person. I told them all to stuff it and went on my snarky way and for a while I managed to evade them. I started to learn on my own how to contain newfound abilities and I self taught myself how to use them to my advantage as well. I travelled around, not staying in one place for very long. Then, as I told you before, I decided I didnt want that life anymore, so I came back here to Washington,” Kurt explained.

Blaine felt so much compassion for Kurt, whom he knew wasnt telling him about his past to gain sympathy.

“It didnt take too much for be to build somewhat of a life for myself but it was one where I was essentially alone. That was done on purpose though, because I knew that I was far better off on my own for the most part. The only social interactions I considered worth my efforts were sexual in nature and never became even remotely serious. For a while I was content, but unfortunately neither the angels nor the demons had forgotten about me, or the power I possessed. They came to me, again and again, both offering a place in their ranks. I blew them off each time but then the angels got even more persistent and went so far as to suggest that I go through a test of faith, that if I were to pass, it would grant me a position with them – this time as their equal.”

Blaine hadnt spoken so much as a word throughout Kurts long story but there was no need because his eyes said it all. God, Kurt wished that he didnt have to do this now after seeing how much Blaine cared for him. But there was no helping it, no matter what Blaine had or hadnt done, he deserved to hear the truth.

“You were that test Blaine, I was instructed to help you through your struggles. Thats why I started watching you and I went into my assignment with the intention of keeping our exchanges as strictly business. But from the second after I appeared to answer your prayers, right in this very room, my plans changed. You looked so vulnerable and alone and as we started to talk, I just... I couldnt resist you, you drew me in and made me feel special.”

Blaine stared at Kurt shockingly. “You... I was your assignment?” Blaine said, still in denial.

“Yes, Blaine,” Kurt confirmed. “I cant change the fact that you were my assignment first and my friend second... nor do you have any reason to believe me when I say that... you became so much more than anything I could have thought Blaine, so much more. Suddenly I wasnt spending time with you because I had to, it was because I wanted to. I liked being with you, enjoyed talking to you, and came to treasure the moments we spent together, just sharing space and then... that initial like began to grow into something far deeper... into love.”

Blaine eyes widened. He could barely register what Kurt had just said. “You love me?” Blaine breathed.

Kurt nodded. “I do and I think I have from the beginning. I was just too naive when it came to the matters of the heart to realize. Our friendship became so important to me that I ignored the signs that things were getting too out of hand. I stopped caring about any consequences that could happen by not wanting to admit the truth. I just... wanted to be with you Blaine, all of the time. I wanted to be your whole world. And most of all, I wanted you to love me back. I got selfish... and possessive over you, I didnt want to share you with anyone, God most of all...”

“Kurt... I...” Blaine attempted to say, only for Kurt to raise his hand up.

“Please let me finish Blaine and then Ill let you have your turn,” Kurt said.

Blaine nodded his head and whispered, “Okay.”

“I was so happy when you kissed me. In that moment I thought, finally, Blaines made the right choice. I wanted to make you just as happy as you made me, I wanted so many things... and I expected a bunch too. All the while I never stopped to think about what you wanted, or how you might feel. No, I was too swept in my own wants and needs that I didnt even consider yours. To sum it up: I was an inconsiderate self-adsorbed asshole, Blaine, and I am sorry for that. After our fight I was angry for a long while and I kinda… wanted to stay angry with you. We both know how stubborn I can be. Eventually I had to accept and acknowledge the mistakes Id made, if I had any hope to be able to face you again,” Kurt explained. He took a gingerly step towards Blaine but stop himself right before he was in reach -- too close and yet so still far away.

“Its time I accept the cold heart truth, Blaine; that you can never return my feelings. You chose God long before you met me even. Its time for me to respect your choice and not resent you for it. Just because I love you doesnt mean that you wanting to be a priest still is wrong. If thats what you really want, then I have no right to try to stop you,” Kurt said, powering through his building emotions. “Blaine, what Im trying to say is... I cant do this anymore. You were right when you said that you dont need my help. So its time for me to go, before I end up hurting you anymore than I already have.”

Blaine bolted up from his spot on the couch in alarm and blurted, “You cant leave me!”

“Blaine, I am begging you! Try to see where I am coming from; I dont want to end up resenting you. So please Blaine, please, if you care for me at all – even as just a friend – then please just let me go. You have your life to live and I have mine. I believe in you and how youll find what youre looking for, even without my help... but its not going to me, Blaine. Its time for me to move on, we cant go backwards.”

Blaine found himself faced with the most difficult decision, one hed never thought he would have to make. He knew he had to give Kurt the respect he deserved, it was the only option: it was time for him to let go. Even if the void in him since Kurt had broken their connection never went away, he would just have to learn to live with it.

“What about the angels?” Blaine dared to ask. “They won't be amused with you dropping your assignment just like that.”

“Fuck the angels Blaine, Ill deal with them if and when the time comes. Youre not just an assignment to me okay, I want you to be happy.”

“I want you to be happy too, Kurt.”

Kurt smiled weakly and said, “I know.”

There was no other way. This was their goodbye. Blaine opened his hands to Kurt, who took what Blaine could offer and hugged him. Blaine held Kurts body close to his, just for a moment before he pulled back. Kurt ways crying, so was he, and he couldnt tell if their were tears were bittersweet or from utter sadness. “Best of luck in life,” Blaine said, cheesy but it would have to do.

Kurt laughed awkwardly. He shuddered as he fought to keep his crying under control. In a moment's weakness, Kurt brought his face closed to Blaine and kissed him softly. He made sure to keep the caress short and sweet, though when it was over Kurt didnt feel much better.

“Goodbye, Blaine,” he breathed softly.

Blaine took a step backwards. “Goodbye...” he began, but Kurts figure faded from view before the word Kurt escaped his lips, “… my friend…” Blaine finished.
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“Wow Kurt, you sure fucked up big time with priest boy,” Santana taunted.

Kurt snarled at his cousin, who had appeared right when Kurt was putting a small pack together in his apartment. He should have known better that he could leave town without someone from the higher ups – or in Santanas case it was the opposite – showing up. It could be worse Kurt supposed, Quinn could be there too.

Fuck please dont let that happen, he thought with a shudder.

Kurt hissed, “You do not want to push me right now, Santana.”

Santana rolled her eyes at Kurt and she leaned down beside him to get into his personal space. “Try me, drama queen.”

Kurt clenched his fist and without warning, punched Santana square in the chest and the amount of power Kurt had put into the blow sent her flying backwards onto her ass.

Santana swore as she stood back up and glared at him accusingly. “You fucking bastard! You punched me in the boob!” she bellowed.

“Well it was right there in my face,” Kurt threw back.

“Okay yeah, you can pack a mean punch. Big deal,” Santana said. “But theres no point in attacking me when Im not the one who youre really pissed at, Cuz. You only have yourself to blame too, cause youre the one who was stupid enough to fall for a human. That is so pathetic, Kurt, even for you. What you should have done was fucked Blaine back when you had the chance and ya know, used him for all of his worth and then dumped his sorry ass. Forget saving him, like any of those inferior insects deserve our help. This is what happened when you involve yourself with angels Kurt, they are nothing but trouble,” Santana said.

Kurt just rolled his eyes during Santanas long-winded rant. “Are you done?” he asked flatly.

Santana, who was still massaging her now tender right breast, threw her cousin and fake hurt look. Only Kurt wasnt in the mood for jokes – not that he ever was – so she stopped her usual tactics to push his buttons.

“Where are you even going?” she said.

“Anyway from here and as far away from you as I can possibly get,” Kurt muttered.

“So youre turning tail? You?”

“Call it what you like, because I really dont give a shit.”

“Wow, have you ever changed, Kurt.”

“Have I? Thats funny because I still feel like Im the same abrasive man Ive always been. The only one whos acting different is you Santana, you and your fellow demons. Why is it that all of a sudden the idea of a rogue half-breed running around unattended bothers you so much that you wont leave me alone? You spent the past twenty-eight years acting like I didnt exist, so whats the deal here? Is it because youre afraid that Ill eventually side with the angels? Well then, if thats the case allow me to put your minds at ease. I wont be doing that, just like I am never going to join your ranks either. Im choosing the only person who even remotely cares about my well being--”

“Blaine?” Santana said, her wry smile showing that she had interrupted him intentionally.

“Myself,” Kurt snapped.

Santana circled around Kurt while he stuffed another shirt into his backpack and snorted at him in amusement. “You seriously think that either of us is going to let you go off on your own? There is no third option; its either choose sides or be annihilated. So whats it gonna be, Kurt? Are you gonna beg the angels for another assignment, or are you gonna go hit the bars with me, find some hot ass to fuck and then to make it a great night, go join winning side?”

Kurt stood up and shot Santana the most defiant look he could manage, getting up nice and close to invade her personal space. “You can tell Lucifer that he can go fuck himself,” he whispered in her ear.

Her patience gone, Santana threw her arms dramatically in the air to signal her defeat. “Fine then. But the reason Im gonna let you go is because I wanna watch when youre ass is brought down.”

That was it, Kurt was so done with his shitty life that he didnt want to remain for a second longer. Without any hesitation, Kurt shifted out of physical form and went to the one place no one, not even Santana, could follow him to. Off in his own space, Kurt assured himself that he had no plan of hiding there forever. He would rest for a moment and once his energy levels were back, hed set off to find somewhere new to live, somewhere that was better suited for his needs.
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Out of everyone in Blaines family, hed always felt closest to his brother Cooper, who was ten years his senior. Despite their age gap, the two understood each other very well. Theyd both been raised by the same parents and that meant there was a lot they could relate to. Cooper had become a successful leader of a software company and even when he was kept busy with work, hed managed to find a wife and start a family.

Unfortunately what that meant for the pair of brothers is that Cooper had little to no time to spare for Blaine anymore. The last time theyd seen one another in person was close to two years ago. Blaine didnt resent him for that though, since he knew it wasnt purposely done, life just went that way sometimes. College was hectic enough for Blaine in addition, but as he found himself sitting with Cooper for the first time in years, he felt quite disconnected from him.

“Hows Joshua doing these days?” Blaine asked, referring to Coopers four-year-old son.

“Hes growing like a weed and looking more like his mother every day,” Cooper said boastfully. “He and Courtney really wanted to come, but we couldnt manage it Im afraid, so sorry about that Blaine. As soon I can, Ill invite you over for a long weekend, okay?”

Blaine smiled at his brother. He was glad hed had the idea for them to go out to dinner just by themselves. “Id really like that a lot. I could use a good break,” he said.

Cooper raised a curious brow at Blaine. “I know we havent had much time to talk Blaine, but if theres anything you want to say to me then just go ahead and say it. This is me were talking about, youve always been able to come to me when youre going through stuff. Or you used to. Blaine, please tell me whats going on because you look like a guy whos had his heartbroken,” Cooper admitted to Blaine.

Blaines straw fell out of his mouth in surprise. He thought he was being so careful to hide his true feelings. Heck, hed managed to push his thoughts about Kurt aside to ace his last final exam, so he thought he was doing really well in his attempts to move on. Now he wasnt so sure anymore. Maybe, just maybe, he could admit some things to Cooper and it would be okay.

“I um... am I that obvious?” Blaine asked, stalling for more time.

“Not really, I mean, I noticed but Mom and Dad have no idea,” Cooper said.

Blaine breathed, “Oh, thank goodness.”

Cooper smiled at his brother. “Blaine, you know its not too late to change your mind about entering the priesthood. Not if youre having second thoughts... or if youve met someone who youve developed feelings for... like a girl from church or school...” Cooper said in attempts to gently coax the truth out of his baby brother.

“There isnt anyone like that in my life,” Blaine muttered back.

“What about a boy then?”

Blaine gaped at Cooper; he couldnt believe that his brother had just said. “And what do you mean by asking me that!”

“Im just asking what our parents were always too afraid to ask themselves. Not that theres been any reason for them to worry about it. As far as theyre concerned you were just going through a phase back then, so they believed you when you told them you honestly wanted to become a priest and left it at that. Ive always regretted not being there for you when you were going through all of that, Blaine. I should have tried harder to be more available, so youd have someone you could share your feelings with. I cant go back and change the past, but Im here for you now Blaine, you are not alone in this. Dont shut me away; talk to me....”

Here was a chance for Blaine to properly define what Kurt was to him and hopefully if he admitted it to Cooper, he could finally come accept it. “There was a guy... his names Kurt, we became friends and we started spending a lot of time together. It was nice, I felt like I could really be myself around him. But he was only ever just a friend Cooper. Yes Kurt is gay and out but that shouldnt mean that the two of us couldnt remain friends,” Blaine explained.

“I get the feelings that something changed?” Cooper said.

“I kissed him one night, I didnt mean to but I couldnt help myself,” Blaine whispered, his voice full of shame.

“Blaine, you might be surprised to hear this coming from me, but I dont think being gay is a bad thing. Not if thats who you are. I know what weve been taught and I wont argue that our folks wont freak out big time. But the world is changing, albeit slowly, and progress is still being made. I still have my faith, and I'm sure that the God I believe in wouldnt turn away from you if you are gay, Blaine.”

Despite Coopers touching words, Blaine was still stuck too deep in denial to admit what was deep inside his heart. “It doesnt matter if Im gay or not, I can never act on my feelings, whatever they are. Being a priest is my calling Cooper, its what Im meant to be. What happened with Kurt was a sign, and I cannot let it happen again. Im not meant to share my life with anyone but God, and thats okay, because it means Ill never be alone.”

“Blaine...”

“Its not like Im throwing my life away, Coop, I get to share Gods word and teach His values to others...”

“Even if those others are forsaken homosexuals?” Cooper challenged.

Blaine sighed; how could he explain his views to Cooper so he finally understood. “With any luck, maybe I can let those archaic beliefs change into something far more open-minded. You said it yourself, the world is changing Cooper and I want to do what I can to help that change happen.”

“What about Kurt?”

“Hes gone. He left to go find where he belongs,” Blaine vaguely explained. “This is where I belong Cooper. Four years from now, I will take my vows and become the man who I was born to be: a man of the cloth.”

Cooper reached out to touch Blaines hand. “Are you sure, little bro?”

“Yeah, Im sure,” Blaine said. To himself he added, Because I have to be.

They hugged it out – brothers style – and Cooper refused to let go until Blaine assured him he was going to be okay. Cooper relaxed after that and the remainder of their dinner proved to be quite enjoyable. The void left by Kurt wasnt magically gone, but Blaine did feel somewhat better now that hed shared things with Cooper.

On the walk back to the hotel, Blaine stopped in his tracks, and when Cooper noticed he wasnt beside him anymore he asked, “Whats up?”

Blaines eyes narrowed as he scanned the area around him, as if he were looking for someone. “I feel like someone is watching me,” he muttered apprehensively. Who could it be? Blaine knew who he wanted it to be: Kurt. Was he out there somewhere in the crowd – just beyond his view? Blaines hopes were quickly doused when his eyes fell on a pretty blonde girl, who was starting straight at him.

“Someone you know?”

Blaine shook his head; there was something about her intense look that put Blaine on edge. “No, Ive never seen her before.”

The blonde studied him for a moment longer before turning away from him and she disappeared into the crowd. Blaine was left feeling dazed and confused, like the girl had looked right through him, all the way to his mourning soul.
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Pupils studying to be priests normally didnt wear the famous collar they were known for until their vows were taken, so Blaine wasnt used to the stiff fabric against his neck. He pulled awkwardly at the front of his formal graduation shirt to make it more comfortable somehow.

“Blaine, stop fussing,” his mother chided.

Blaine sighed, “Im not trying to...”

Grace Anderson rolled her eyes, albeit playfully as she came over to fix her sons collar for him. She smiled at him warmly, beaming with pride. “You look so handsome, Blaine,” she said.

“Considering thats hes becoming a priest in four years, I dont know if thats a good thing,” Cooper teased from behind her.

“Oh, dont you start Cooper, not on such a special day for us as a family. Blaines graduating, hes one step closer to making his dreams a reality,” said Grace, who was already welling up with emotions and risking to cry tears of joy.

“Mom, youre making too big of a deal of this,” Blaine mumbled embarrassingly.

“Let your mother have this one Blaine, and Im just as proud for the record. The foundation youve laid out for yourself is something you will benefit from for the rest of your life,” Jonathan said to his son.

At one point Blaine hearing such words of praise from his parents would have filled him with warm contentment, but instead it left him feeling hollow inside. Blaine didnt want to consider the reason for this, not on today of all days. With a smile forced upon his face, Blaine simply diagnosed his current state to be nothing more than pre-graduation jitters. To further put himself at ease, Blaine told himself that everything, all of his lingering doubts, fears and insecurities would pass in time. It was a big claim, but then, Blaine was that much in denial.

Per usual, Blaines family was clueless to Blaines inner struggles and after sharing a few more words of encouragement, Cooper and their parents headed off to take the seats for the ceremony. Alone, Blaine let out a long sigh. There wasnt much time left for him to linger; pretty soon he needed to go join his fellow graduates. He had every intention to, Blaine assured himself, he just needed a moment to give his appearance one quick look over. If he werent careful the many photos his family would surely take tonight could turn into a total disaster.

Blaine hurried along to the bathroom and was relieved to see no one else was there. He went to the mirror and planted his hands on the white-rimmed sink in the middle. With no one there to see him, Blaines demeanour began to crumble and match how he felt on the inside. He took a deep breath as he brought his hand to his chest. Why was his heart beating to so fast? There was no reason for him to be this nervous. All he had to do was wait for his name to be called, walk across the stage to get him diploma and walk off it again. Easy as pie.

“If only...” Blaine muttered tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He took another breath as he brought his face up to look in the mirror and the person he saw in his reflected wasnt the least bit recognizable. Blaines eyes were puffy, red and had bags under them, while his mouth hung down in a permanent frown and his posture was limp and droopy even. If that werent bad enough, the usual gleam in Blaines eyes was nowhere to be found. Blaine broke down crying at the sight of himself. He looked so pitiful; like there wasnt an ounce of happiness left in him. Blaines body shook uncontrollably and he ran his hands down his face. Thank God no one was around to see him like this – he couldnt even bare the thought.

“Whats wrong with me? Why do I feel so broken?” Blaine said under his breath.

Blaines mind started to run wild, and thought after though entered his mind -- broken-broken-up-heartache-break-up-relationship – on and on until it came to one single conclusion: I miss Kurt. He missed seeing Kurts smile, hearing his musical voice, he missed having him in his life.

He closed his eyes and turned his heads upwards and when he opened them back up he stared at the ceiling. “God, if I were finally able to admit that I care deeply about Kurt, that I might even be in love with him, would that make me a bad person?”

Of course there was no answer, so Blaine was left to figure things out on his own. He splashed cold water onto his face, as if that could shock his senses enough to come to his senses, but all that did was make him wet and miserable.

Blaine sighed, “I dont want to live like this anymore.” No more days filled with an unbearable depression, no more denial, no more locking away his pain: he was so sick of it all. What could he do to stop it though? Hadnt Blaine spent an entire dinner ensuring Cooper that this was what he wanted to do? Now was not the time to get cold feet all of a sudden. Blaine glanced at the door, he was supposed to go to his graduation ceremony – the last four years of his life had been for this very day. It was time for him to continue forward and towards his chosen path. He would go out there with his head held high.

“Oh, who am I kidding,” Blaine muttered. At the rate he was going, Blaine doubted he could even manage a smile – of any sort.

It was as if meeting Kurt had reawakened a part of himself he had tried to forget, and as their connection grew, that part routed itself deep inside of Blaine, but now that Kurt was gone, it was dying off and leaving a unbearable emptiness in its wake. If Kurt had meant nothing to him, then perhaps he could have walked out of the bathroom without a fight. Instead he just stood still and said out loud a question that refused to go away.

“Christianity teaches us about forgiveness, but will anyone forgive me if I were to throw my future aside for a man?”

Muttering to himself would get him nowhere though, so Blaine tried to think what Kurt would say if he were there to hear him whine. The answer – in the form of a mental image – came easily to Blaine, who in his head imagined that Kurt would say something along the lines of, Who gives a fuck if people will forgive you or not, Blaine. Its your life; its your happiness thats on the line. Dont let anyone, not your parents, not your teachers, not even the Lord All Mighty push you around. Its up to you, Blaine, you and you alone.

Just the idea of Kurt saying that to him, in his snarky yet still caring voice – was enough to make Blaine laugh. His reflection caught his attention again as he noted the little grin on his face. Just the thought of Kurt, wonderful, compassionate and amazing Kurt, who was his best friend in the world, was enough to make him smile. Seeing the proof on his face brought on a total moment of clarity, where he could finally accept what his heart had been trying to tell him all along: he loved Kurt – with all of his being. Blaines joy was short lived though, because as incredible as it felt for him to finally accept the truth, his epiphany had come too late. Kurt was gone, and Blaine had no idea where he could be or how to contact him. Ever since Kurt had cut their connection Blaine couldnt feel him anymore – he was just gone.

That didnt stop Blaine from speaking his mind though.

“Kurt, I miss you so much. I wish you could hear me... I wish I could feel you. Id even take us being at level one right now,” Blaine said out loud. “How about it God? Could you just give me a hand? Just this once?”

The minutes went by and Blaine waited for something to happen, a sign, anything, but it never came. Utterly defeated, Blaine walked out of the bathroom and out into the hallway. He wasnt sure what to do. Could he really go through his graduation knowing what he knew now? Maybe after the ceremony was over he could talk to Cooper first and let that help him gather enough courage to seriously rethink his life. Yes, he owed himself that at least.

Blaine started to make his way to the correct area until he caught the hint of something that caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

Kurt? he called out.

No, there was just no way, he had to be imagining things. Blaine was so emotional he had just thought he could feel Kurts presence for a moment. That was it. But what if he had? What if Kurt was close? He suddenly felt it again: weak little tendrils stretching towards him in the back of his mind, so faint that he could barely register them. But there was no mistaking who it was, it was Kurt! Blaine bolted forwards, not towards the auditorium but out of the main building and down a familiar street. Blaine kept on running, darting through the people on the sidewalk, barely holding himself at bay as he waited until the walk light changed. He sprinted up the stairs of Kurts apartment and nearly fell over as he cleared the last one. Please let him be there; dont let it be too late for us.