Kurt looked composed as always; black jeans, white button up, red scarf casually thrown on his shoulders with a fitted fedora snugly perched on his head with a brooch Blaine had bought him for Christmas last year. But behind Kurt's composed style were his puffy eyes and trembling smile. Clearly they both had been through hell.

Blaine couldn't contain it anymore. He reached out and hugged Kurt so tightly he nearly knocked him over. Once Blaine was back in Kurt's arms, he started sobbing. Kurt replied emphatically, hugging him tighter and tighter as each second passed. Time seemed to stand still and the normally chaotic terminal appeared calm and empty with just the two of them embracing at its center.

"How did you... where... oh, Kurt," Blaine muffled between sobs, nuzzled in Kurt's scarf. "You say that as if you didn't send me your itinerary, Blaine. Besides, I told you once and I'll say it until the day I die - I'm never saying goodbye to you," Kurt said as he pulled away from the hug, grasping Blaine's hand.

Blaine tilted his head to the side and took in the sight of Kurt's face, beaming before him. He had stared into his eyes countless times for what seemed like an eternity, but in this moment Kurt's eyes exuded happiness and pure joy. Blaine realized that saying what he did that night in the park was one of the stupidest things he'd ever done.

Blaine picked a stray speck of dust from Kurt's scarf and pulled him in with a kiss. Gently placing his strong hands behind Kurt’s neck while cupping the other side of his face with his palm, Blaine fiercely placed his lips on Kurt and sighed slightly. Every emotion he had felt for Kurt - every moment of longing, every memory, every look - seemed to sprout from his lips at that moment. The kiss that he shared with Kurt, in the middle of Grand Central Station, was the best they had ever experienced. As his lips parted slightly to take Kurt in with each breath, Blaine knew that he wanted this kiss to last forever and that the past few hours would simply be forgotten.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

As Blaine slowly pulled away, he grudgingly pulled his phone from his pocket to stop its vibrating. "My phone is such a buzz kill right now," Blaine joked as he silenced the alarm he'd set to make sure he got on the train in time.

Kurt chuckled and latched on to Blaine's hand again. "Look, I know we probably can't forget what happened last night. But Blaine, I can't live without you. Being in this city without you is hard enough; I can't imagine my heart without you for the rest of my life. I want to marry you, Blaine Anderson. I will love you every minute of every day. Even if you get all weepy in the middle of a train station." They both laughed. Kurt continued, "Me without you can't happen. I know that this is hard and the distance is harder, but I'm not done with you or with us. And I'll never be. I love you."

Blaine teared up again. "Kurt, I only did what I did because I thought it was best for you! You seemed so happy with Isabelle and Vogue.com. I just didn't want to get in the way of your happiness." Kurt smiled at him and pulled him in for another sweet kiss. Kurt whispered, "You are my happiness," as he wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck and nestled sweetly into his shoulders. Blaine responded by hugging him tightly, breathing in Kurt’s scent – a mixture of cologne and the slight aroma of hair spray – and wishing he could bottle it up in his mind forever.

He wanted to spend all day with Kurt's arms around him, but he knew his train was leaving soon. "I don't want to leave now, but I have to go back to Lima. I want to stay, but we have to practice for Sectionals tomorrow and I have an English test this week and..." Kurt interrupted, "it's okay. I know you have to go back. But we can chat your whole ride back and we can Skype when you get back to your house. I'd rather spend the night talking to you than listening to Rachel practice yet another song from Fiddler On The Roof for the billionth time."

Kurt gave Blaine a small hug as he back away, but quickly took Blaine’s hand into his own, ensuring that in these final moments, they would spend each one touching each other.

Blaine smiled as he looked from their interlocked hands into Kurt’s smiling face. "You know I love you, right?"

Kurt took Blaine's face into his free hand. "You better. I love you too, Blaine."

As Kurt pulled Blaine in for one last kiss, his eyes closed and he got butterflies - both from the passion and emotion behind their kiss and the prospect that he and Kurt would spend their every day together; someday.

"Okay Kurt, I better go," Blaine said as he pulled away, still clutching Kurt's hand. "Goodb..." Kurt interjected, "what did I tell you about saying goodbye! I love you. I will talk to you in a minute. I love you, I love you, I love you. Now and always."

Blaine smiled the biggest he had in days. "Now and always."