”I'm leaving.”, Kurt repeats in a breath and Blaine's eyes widens.

”I'm so happy for you Kurt.”, the man says in a whimper and smiles, but sadness shines in his hazel eyes. 

”I'm getting out of Ohio.”, Kurt says, as if he needs to explain one more time what's going to happen. 

Blaine smiles with a nod and tilts his head to look down at his restless feet.

”Kurt, I-”, he starts after a deep breath.

But Kurt doesn't let him finish the sentence because all of a sudden, every rule he's been putting up for himself seems to disappear and he can not help but to follow when his body takes a step forward, crashing his lips against Blaine's.

It's needy, desperate, messy but so wanted and craved. 

”Kurt-”, Blaine manages to breathe out between their lips but Kurt just shakes his head and captures Blaine's lips again.

”Just for tonight. I know we can not have forever after I'm leaving, but we can have tonight.”, Kurt barely hears himself speaking, but it's enough to convince both Blaine and himself. 

”Okay.”

And then their lips are searching for each other again, hot and desperate. Yet so passionate, as always between them. 

Somehow Blaine stumbles backwards and into the apartment after closing the door behind them. His hands are desperately touching every part of Kurt, like he needs to make up for everything they've been missing out on for the last few months. Fingers intertwines after the sound of two whimpers echoing between the walls. 

Kurt's hands travels from Blaine's curls and down to his spine. He needs to just touch him everywhere he can, while he can.

The boy finds the two of them ending up in Blaine's unmade bed. And holy hell he's been missing the smell of these sheets mixed with the smell of Blaine's salty skin. He sucks desperately on the man's neck, leaving a perfect shaped mark there before chasing his lips again. 

They just need to be close, and right now there's to much between them. Kurt rips his own shirt off, not caring where it lands before moving onto Blaine's grey sweatshirt. 

”I love you.”, Blaine breathes into Kurt's mouth, causing the younger boy to whimper again. 

Blaine lets his lips travel along Kurt's neck and the boy closes his eyes.

”I love you too, shit.”

”Take off your clothes.”, Kurt continues softly, but it really isn't a question.

He can feel Blaine nodding against his neck before his lips returns to Kurt's mouth, their tongues meeting right away, hungry and just as desperate as before. 

Blaine's hands are shaking against Kurt's thighs before he carefully tugs the tight jeans off. Slow, with his lips never leaving Kurt's during. The boy can feel him fumbling with the zipper of his own pants and quickly decides to help. 

His heart is pounding loudly in his chest, and he thinks that Blaine must feel it too as he palms the man through his jeans before pulling them off completely. 

He is vaguely aware of Blaine mumbling nonsense in his ear while pressing their naked chests together. Kurt's eyes feels like they might roll up and into his damn head. 

He needs this. He craves this.

”Please.”, the boy whimpers, his tongue returning into Blaine's mouth as he bucks his hips up to meet another erection against his own.

”Shit.”, is everything he can hear Blaine saying before feeling a strong hand tugging off his boxer briefs in one swift movement. Feeling that same hand wrapping around his erection not one second later.

”Blaine.”, Kurt's moan echoes between the brick walls and he tugs desperately at Blaine's underwear, wanting them off and gone more than anything.

And he doesn't need to think twice about it because Blaine is quickly tilting his hips up, allowing the boy to tug them off fast and easy. 

And finally, they're skin on skin, rolling their hips together, in each others arms. Lips never leaving each other. Tongues exploring every inch of the other one's mouth after months of forgetting what it really feels and tastes like. 

And they've been doing this enough times to make Kurt know what to do, so he wraps his fist around Blaine's dick, earning a broken moan into his mouth as he feels Blaine fumble with his hand on the nightstand. 

”Please remember me when you leave.”, soft, emotional words reaches Kurt's ears and he opens his eyes enough to see Blaine coating his fingers with that white, familiar liquid.

”Blaine-”, he starts but cuts himself off, tossing his head back against the pillow when he feels a finger running over and then into his ass. 

Fingers sliding perfectly into the heat of Kurt's body and then Blaine's wet, swollen lips are back on Kurt's. Sucking and kissing fiercely and just as desperate as before. 

Kurt is a mess under Blaine's hot body and is pushing himself down onto Blaine's now three fingers inside him. 

”Wait.”, Kurt manages to get out, voice low and raspy, causing Blaine's eyes to darken. 

The boy reaches after the small package on the nightstand and rips it opens with his teeth, eyes never leaving Blaine's hazel ones and the man groans at the sight. 

”Shit.”, he says and Kurt smiles, moving his hand up to cup Blaine's flushed cheek.

Kurt bites his lip, concentrating on getting the condom on Blaine's throbbing length with his shaky hands, covering it with lube afterwards, causing Blaine to toss his head back with a moan.

No words are being said before Blaine crashes their lips together again, spreading Kurt's legs carefully, running a finger over the hole before positioning himself to push in slowly. 

Kurt wraps his legs around the body on top of him, his hands tangling into Blaine's hair, holding on for dear life.
Just for tonight, he reminds himself, feeling his heart pound loudly.

Another breathless moan leaves Blaine's lips and Kurt pulls him closer and deeper with his legs around him. 

”Move.”, Blaine tilts his head up enough to meet Kurt's bright eyes before nodding, starting a slow pace, thrusting in carefully. 

The air is thick and heavy and Kurt isn't sure that he is able to breath properly, but he doesn't care. The feeling of Blaine inside of him and on top of him and against him and just everywhere, is enough to make him forget about everything else. 

They don't say much, they just simply breathe heavily into each other's needy mouths, their fingers intertwining over Kurt's head as Blaine speeds up his pace. Sometimes, their lips leave each others just for them to pull away enough to stare into each others darkened eyes. 

Just enough to be able to whisper broken, loving words into each others ears.

Kurt drags his nails up Blaine's sweaty back, knowing how it drives the man crazy. 

”Kurt-”, Blaine's voice cracks and his pace speeds up even more, thrusting into Kurt quickly while hitting that magical spot inside of him.

Kurt seems to forget everything that is waiting for him out in reality, but he doesn't care. The only thing he allows himself to think about now is the movement of Blaine's hips, the feeling of the man filling him up, those swollen lips meeting his over and over and the sound of two people chasing their breaths in the dark room. 

Blaine's hips are slamming against Kurt in a desperate pace now, making the boy a complete wreck underneath him. Kurt is barely even aware of when Blaine's hands grabs Kurt's hips hard enough to leave marks as the man comes inside him with a loud, broken moan. And Kurt can not help but to follow, whining when Blaine's fist wraps itself around his erection, jerking him off in pace with his hips. And then Kurt comes too, Blaine's name leaving his lips in a shout before spilling himself onto the man's hand and their chests. 

Blaine collapses onto Kurt's chest, chasing his breath in harmony with the boy.

”I'm always gonna want this.”, Blaine breathes, nuzzling his face against Kurt's neck.

”I'm always gonna be yours.”, Kurt bites his lips and blinks his tears away. 

This is not the moment for him to cry. He can do that later when he is alone in his room. 

”Please stay.”, Blaine whispers, fingers drawing patterns against Kurt's naked chest.

”Blaine-”, Kurt starts, a little breathless, he can't do it. He can't have Blaine beg for him to not follow his dreams. To not leave Ohio.

”Please stay the night, I meant.”, Blaine quickly corrects himself, as if he read Kurt's thoughts.

”I would never ask you to give up New York for me.”, he continues only to get interrupted by Kurt's lips on his.

”I know what you meant. It's okay.”, Kurt whispers against his lips, feeling the man shiver over him.

”And I'll stay.”, he continues, meeting Blaine's hazel eyes, getting more lost in them than ever.

Kurt barely remembers where he is when he wakes up. The sound of the rain hitting the windows reaches his ears. And then there is the sound of someone breathing heavily beside him. 

Blaine. 

And then Kurt remembers. He shifts to face Blaine, slowly stroking his cheek, temples and then lips. Smiling when a silent groan leaves those same lips before a pair of hazel eyes meets his own. 

”Hi.”

”You're here.”, Blaine states, as if he is trying to convince himself that this is not a dream.

”You're adorable.”, Kurt grins, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Blaine's still swollen lips.

He swallows loudly when reality hits him. 

Just for tonight, he remembers promising Blaine and himself.

He swallows again and closes his eyes when he feels Blaine's hand against his cheek. 

”What's wrong?”, Blaine asks. Voice sleepy yet so filled with concern that it makes Kurt wanting to cry.

”I'm just happy like this.”, Kurt tries his best to smile before receiving another kiss. 

He sees Blaine closing his eyes, pulling Kurt closer into his arms, kissing every inch of his face.

God, he never want this to end. How the hell will he be able to leave this man soon?

”And I just realized it's Monday.”, Kurt then points out, shooting a quick glance towards the clock.

”And I just realized you graduate in a week.”, Blaine says and Kurt meets his tear filled eyes.

One week and then It's over. His high school years. His time with Blaine. 

”Back to reality then, I guess.”, Kurt sighs, head dropping onto Blaine's chest. 

”And I need to go home and change clothes before going to school.”, he continues and Blaine groans against his mouth.

”I hate reality.”, he pouts, looking like a grumpy child, causing Kurt to grin. 

”I'll see you in school.”, he says before standing up, pulling his shirt over his head. 

He can feel Blaine's burning gaze on his back as he walks towards the door.

”And Blaine?”, he turns around.

”Yeah?”, Blaine answers, voice full of sleep and something sounding like hope.

”I'll remember you. And I'll never regret you.”, Kurt whispers with a weak smile, walking out quickly, not wanting to see Blaine's devastated expression on his face. 

It feels ridiculous, Blaine thinks as he stands in front of the class later that morning. It feels ridiculous to stand here, talking about grammar and the main parts in a sentence while the boy he loves sits in front of him, taking notes, pretending to not know him. Pretending to not know the his others tongue and the shape of his soft lips.

Blaine mentally slaps himself. He is standing in front of a whole class, supposed to teach. Not to think about the student in front of him.

”And I'm sure that all of you will find this useful in the future when you write applications for for jobs and other things.”, he finishes his sentence, reminding himself that in this classroom he is Mr Anderson. Not Blaine who only have eyes for Kurt. 

”Because who knows what the future holds for all of you?”, he continues with a little smile, trying his best to look anywhere instead of at Kurt. Yet, he can not help his eyes from landing on the beautiful boy, receiving an understanding look and a weak smile from him.

Whats the point? Blaine thinks, still looking at the boy. 

Whats the point of risking his job and his future life for months, only for things to get screwed up in the end anyway? He will never regret the risks he took while being with Kurt. But it feels pointless, because now in the end, when they actually can have each other, well in a week they can, they still won't be able to be together. Because then Kurt is leaving town, starting his future. Without Blaine. 

”And now, since this is our last class this year, because tomorrow you won't have this class like you normally would, I want you to grab a piece of paper and a pencil. And write down what you got out of this class this year and how you think it might help you in the future.”, Blaine tells the class, receiving a few groans from some students. 

He rolls his hazel eyes before sitting down by his desk again, watching the students write down their words on the papers as quick as possible to finish their last assignment in this class. He looks at Kurt who is glancing at him with a smile on his face. 

Blaine wants to walk over to him and grab that beautiful face and kiss it fearlessly. Every single inch of it. 

He reminds himself that he is staring after watching Kurt scribble something down in his note. He looks up again, watching a few students talking and showing their notes to each other while laughing. The sound of the bell fills the classroom and the students starts making their ways out. Some of them saying things like ”Thank you for this year, Mr Anderson” and ”Have a nice life, Mr Anderson”, and he tries his best to react and reply, but all he can think of and look at is Kurt. Beautiful Kurt who is standing by his desk, throwing his leather bag over his slim shoulders, walking towards Blaine's desk with a smile. 

”Thank you for this year, Mr Anderson. You're a great teacher.”, Kurt smiles and Blaine bites back a laugh while receiving Kurt's note.

”Thank you, Kurt. Enjoy your last week of high school.”, he answers, watching the boy walking towards the door along with the other students.

”I'll try my best.”, the boy answers while rolling his eyes, but shoots him a wide smile before closing the door behind him. 

Blaine groans, leaning his head back. It's all so ridiculous, he repeats in his brain. He bites his lip a little as he unfolds the last not he got, the one from Kurt.

”Dear Mr Anderson, 

what I enjoyed most of this class was that it changed my life.

And I'll always remember it, and I'll never regret it.

Kurt Hummel”

Blaine swallows loudly, realizing that he is crying.

”Shit.”, he says, wiping the tears away with his sleeve, sighing loudly. 

He shakes his head. This isn't how it is supposed to end. This isn't what his life is supposed to end up like. People aren't supposed to let the love of their lives slip away from them. 

Blaine bites his lip while standing up, placing Kurt's note in his pocket.

He's the only one that can control the story of his life and how it will be like. How he'll end up, he realizes.

His walk is nervous yet determined as he makes his way to a familiar office. He takes a deep breath, knocking on the door before opening it.

”Mr Figgins, I need to talk to you about something.”