Blaine looked down at the ticket peeking out of his messenger bag.

Departing at 6:00PM from Grand Central

He knew that this ticket not only provided his departure time, but also the time of death for his relationship with Kurt.

As he sat on the couch of The Coffee Bean clutching his coffee cup as if it were his life-blood, he started to tear up. The last thing he wanted to do the night before was break up with Kurt. The hurt that he saw on his beloved's face once he suggested that they go their separate ways broke his heart into a million tiny pieces. Blaine never thought that he would ever be apart from Kurt. Kurt is... well, was his one true love and the person he wanted to spend his life with. But once Blaine saw him in New York, living his dream and seeing the endless possibilities before him in the city where dreams come true, he felt like the best thing for Kurt would be to sever his ties in Lima so he could live proudly and happily in the city he'd grown to love.

Although Blaine loved New York, he was starting to despise the city that took his love away. He would never be able to think of New York in the same way. The Great White Way would seem gray and Central Park would seem less green in the springtime. Everything would remind him of Kurt.

Even drinking his coffee made him think of Kurt; their times at The Lima Bean and how their relationship truly started in the lounge of a coffee shop. As he took a moment to absorb the environment around him, he saw people smiling, hustling in and out of the coffee shop carrying on their lives as if it was just any ordinary day; unaware of the ruin his past 24 hours had been. How could he carry on without Kurt? Would any day be ordinary again?

He sunk and brought his chin to his chest. The pressure of his bowtie pinched at his neck, but it was nothing in comparison to the pain within his heart and soul.

He sighed deeply and in one swoop gathered his coffee, his bag, and his composure and headed toward the door. He gave a slight smile to the barista as he pitched his used cup in the trash. The barista smiled back brightly, but Blaine just couldn't meet her eye without practically breaking into tears.

"Here I go," he said to himself as he gathered his scarf around his neck and pushed the door open with the brisk air lightly patting his face as he left the building. The gust of wind brought in the smells of autumn mixed with the aroma of the city and its hot dog carts. Though people hurried around him and taxis honked while pedestrians yelled, Blaine could only hear the clicks of his shoes as they made contact with the concrete. Content to stare at his shoes the entire time he trekked to Grand Central, he inched his bag up his shoulder and huddled in his scarf, hoping for a few lingering scents of Kurt's cologne.

"Hey! Wait!" said a voice behind him.

Blaine turned around quickly, hoping that it might be Kurt. His heart skipped a beat as he turned his head.

"Dude, you left your cell phone," said one of the baristas from the coffee shop. Blaine smiled meekly and thanked him for bringing it to him. As the barista walked away, Blaine flicked his phone on for just a moment to check the time.

4:41PM

The background of his phone was a photo of Kurt in his bed from the summer before his senior year. They had spent that entire day together; met at The Lima Bean for coffee, headed to a yard sale to find bargains and any new records for Kurt's growing collection of what he called "inspiring Motown divas," the afternoon cuddled on the couch watching "Down With Love" for the tenth time that summer, and ending with an evening at Breadstix and a nightcap at Blaine's house. It was one of the happiest days of his life.

As he watched the screen go dim, his slight smile faded and he looked intently at the crosswalk. Each step that he took down 40th Street toward the train station brought a further sense of dread. He remembered how Kurt had promised that he would never say goodbye to him, but Blaine never considered that he'd have to be the one to say goodbye.

As Blaine exited the chilly New York air and took his first steps into the terminal, he didn't even bother to look at the ceiling. The ceiling that Kurt had told him he could always look at and imagine looking at the stars in Lima with Blaine now couldn't even be confronted. He busied himself as he made a beeline for an empty table where he could organize his things before boarding the train.

As he was haphazardly rooting around in his bag for his headphones, he heard a voice behind him.

"I heard that this is the only place where you can see the stars in the city," said the voice. Blaine turned slightly and said, "here and on Broad..." He held his breath.

It was Kurt.