"Good morning, Stardust," Kurt whispered as he lifted up Blaine's hand to kiss it. Blaine smiled and opened his eyes to see Kurt lying on his front next to him, glancing at him with big eyes and a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Good morning. Are you feeling any better?" Blaine asked without thinking. When the words left his mouth he remembered that Kurt had very likely been asleep and wouldn't remember anything of what had happened early that morning.

"Better? What do you mean?" Kurt inquired, his brows furrowing as he sat up in the bed. He was staring down at Blaine with confused eyes, looking like there was something he wasn't telling him.

"It's nothing. It's ridiculous. Well… last night I woke up because you were freezing. You were so cold and I got worried, so I got up to get the blanket we had dropped by the door - and you started crying, telling me not to leave you. But… I would never leave you. You know that right?" Blaine explained, choosing his words carefully while he observed how Kurt's face change from confused to scared. Blaine started to feel uneasy and concerned that he had stirred up something that didn't concern him.

Kurt looked away from Blaine. He looked out the window, to the door and then down in the bed. His breathing became unsteady, and Blaine knew that he was doing his best to keep calm and gain control over his heart pace.

"The other day I… I overheard your dad on the phone. Saying that in a few weeks you'll be going to a military school in Jersey, and that you already know, and that you are excited about it. I didn't mean to pry, or eavesdrop, but…" His voice was cold and hurt at the same time, and Blaine had to blink rapidly a few times. He didn't understand a word Kurt was saying and felt like someone had buried his head in a pile of snow.

"I didn't think that was who you are. I didn't think that… that you could be… that you could actually want something like that for yourself. You're so much better than that. At least… I thought you were -" Kurt sniffed, still not looking up, but his fingers frantically turning over a corner of the blanket again and again.

Blaine swallowed, and tried to gather his thoughts, finding the best way to explain the situation to him, but for some reason all he could think of was how exposed he felt and how awkward it was that they were having this conversation while being naked - he hated himself for being so immature and ridiculous that he couldn't even give a proper answer to something that obviously was troubling Kurt deeply.

He closed his eyes before he quickly opened them again and moved across the bed to grab for Kurt's hand. But Kurt just pulled away and looked up at him with teary eyes and an expression that mostly resembled despise covering his face.

"Please - listen to me. You got it all wrong. That's not the way it is. My father - he wasn't home when I got back from Washington. He got back a few days after me, and he said that… he had signed me up for a military school that he will ship me off to in the middle of October," Blaine started out. He watched Kurt's lips transform to a thin line, and his face turned colder and harder, while he was doing his best to avoid Blaine's eyes.

"Kurt. That is not me. I told him that I wouldn't go, and that he can't make me," Blaine said, and he head his voice shake and his heart differencing speed. He started feeling sick and needed fresh air.

"I dreamed about it. Last night. You; wearing a uniform and opening fire at innocent people. You were so cold and careless about… and you had blood everywhere and… you weren't the Blaine that I know. The Stardust that I love -" Kurt cried silently, now staring into Blaine's weary eyes.

Blaine's heart dropped, and a rush of relief welled in over him. Kurt believed him, he actually believed him - but it scared him that Kurt had thought that he would actually be excited about going to a military school, and that he had dreamed about him like that.

"But that's not going to happen. I promise you - I'm not going, and he should know that," Blaine assured him, hoping he was better at convincing Kurt than he had been at convincing himself; he had no idea how to avoid his father sending him away.

"But why didn't you tell me what you heard? Why didn't you ask me about it? So I could explain to you that it wasn't like that," Blaine wanted to know.

"I didn't want it to be true, and I couldn't believe that it was. But I was afraid that it might be, that you could have changed. So I waited for the right time, but it never came. In the end I figured that I would just… see what happened when it got closer, and enjoy my last time with you if it was true." Kurt sounded embarrassed. Ashamed that he had seriously thought that Blaine could be like that after all that he knew about him.

"What happened? When you said you wouldn't go?" Kurt asked curiously, a wet trail from a tear glistening as it was drying on his cheek. His voice was back to soft and his face as dreamy as always.

"He… he hit me. Fist in the face - dramatic and cliché," he said, trying to hollowly chuckle away the situation, not wanting to make a big deal out of it, but he felt Kurt's arms thrown around his neck and Kurt's naked body clasp against his.

"He hit you? I am so sorry." Kurt released his grip and sat down so he could see Blaine's face and cup his cheek.

"No one should ever hurt your face," he wailed, his eyes intensely penetrating Blaine's.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it. It's not the first time, and… it probably won't be the last," Blaine said and shot Kurt a smile he hoped didn't seem to empty.

"It's not okay. I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting you, but… we'll figure something out. You can come stay at my place," Kurt tried, even though it was obvious that he knew it wouldn't be as simple to get out of Blaine going to that school.

"Your dad lives at the other end of town. My father would know before I would even be inside your house, and then he would hunt me down and drag my ass to Jersey himself - besides… your brother is in the army. Do you really think your dad would house someone hiding from military? Even if it's just school," Blaine sighed, and let his head drop to rest his cheek in Kurt's hand.

"Don't give up. We'll work it out. Come 'ere."

Kurt dragged him down with him to lie on the pillows. The blanket was barely covering them anymore, but it didn't matter, cause their bodies against each other kept them warm.

"I have to go soon. I need to get home before my dad gets home from the tire shop," Kurt exclaimed silently. Blaine felt his guts do a roll and his eyes go dry.

"I don't want you to leave. I wish you could stay with me," he pouted, placing his head to rest on Kurt's chest and his palm softly on his ribs.

"I want to stay too. But I can't…"

"I wish we could be like this forever. Not caring about school or work or parents, not even clothes. We wouldn't need silly things like food, or water, or clothes. We could just lie close, naked, forever -" Blaine said, closing his eyes to dream that it could happen.

"I like waking up to the smell of your hair and the feeling of your body warmth radiating to me. I like listening to the silent hum of your breathing and having you wake me up with kisses and your fingers on my skin." Blaine didn't blink. It was the truth, and it was all that he wished from his life; to wake up with Kurt every day for the rest of his breathing seconds.

"Me too," Kurt sniffed and closed his arms around Blaine to drag him into an awkward positioned hug, giving Blaine the chance to smell Kurt's hair one more time.

"I have to get ready. But it won't be the last time you see me. I promise." Kurt let his fingers run through Blaine's curls, down his back to stop on his hip, where he stroked his fingertips over the lower portion of his back, making Blaine clasp his lips against Kurt's neck from the chills.

Blaine laid down on the mattress, watching Kurt as he stood up to drape himself in the sheet they had been sleeping with. He picked up the pile of his clothes on the floor and walked down the hall to the guestroom, with all movements of his muscles visible through the thin white fabric. The way the sheet was draped around his body like a toga, and his graceful, dancing walk made him look like an angel.

The entire house was big and empty, and his room was cold and lonely without Kurt. Blaine wandered up and down the stairs and from room to room not finding rest anywhere. Eventually he started thinking that maybe time had completely stopped.

He wanted to sit down and read or play music somewhere, but all he could think about was Kurt. Every inch of the house reminded him of Kurt, every song and melody he could play, every comic book he owned.

In the end he put on a pair of shoes and started to walk down the sidewalk. Towards town, not towards the green patch they had been Friday night. He didn't need anymore memories crashing in over him.

The day was cold, and he regretted that he hadn't put on a coat instead of just a sweater but he didn't intend on turning back to get one. He felt like he was suffocating in that house; a feeling that had lasted since Kurt left two days ago.

The sky was gray and little Lima was practically deserted. A few kids were in the gardens playing and jumping in puddles from the night's rainfall, and a few housewives were on their way home from the grocery store down the street.

Blaine passed his old school where there still was light on and the classes were filled with students. It made him think about Dalton in Westerville two hours away - he should have been there by now. His senior year.

It was hard to believe that it only had been a few months ago that he had been a good student getting good grades and not having a direction in his life. He had spent his days on school, homework and music - music had been the only real holding point with essence in his life; and now he was walking by this school, feeling so distant - like he had become a completely different person.

He had a new holding point in his life, and found his direction. He still had his music, but now there was Kurt; the one thing, person, that was keeping his head up. Only problem was that he had no idea how to make that direction a reality, because he was stuck there, and had no horizon of getting away.

The sidewalk felt endless, and it was stupid because no matter how much he walked around he didn't want to go home either - it felt pointless to go home just to be restless.

For a second he considered going by the record store but he didn't really feel like it, so instead he decided to walk down the part of town he usually didn't go to. He might as well try to do something inventive.

The church was only just outside town, and Blaine hadn't thought he would ever find himself there, but suddenly he was standing there. The gates to the little cemetery were old and rusty, and the creaking was loud when Blaine pushed them open.

The ground was muddy, and it felt like every sound of the world disappeared the second he stepped foot inside.

As he walked down between the graves he felt like his feet was getting heavier and his chest colder with every step. Even though he knew exactly where he was going he did his best not to think about it, think about what it was that he was about to do.

The headstone was big and beautiful. It was marble, and a little dove was sitting on the top. Of course the stars and stripes was in the right corner, it was his father that had arranged it all. Small leafless bushes were planted on the pebbles making the plot looking peaceful - something he had wished for his mom for as long as he could remember; a place she could have some peace.

"Mom, I'm so sorry about everything. I wish I hadn't been such a jerk and said something - talked to you before it was too late," Blaine whispered, feeling a little awkward but knowing that he couldn't stop now that he had opened up.

"There was so much I wanted to do with you - tell you about and share with you. It shouldn't have been like that. You should have left him long ago. He was no good to you. This is all his fault. He's such an asshole, and… all my life, growing up, I never understood how such a good person like you could end up with such a… heartless bastard. You deserved to be with someone good."

He looked up in the sky where clouds were dark and threatening, and the wind was getting stronger around him, the trees in the corners of the cemetery swaying.

"But, mom… I won't stick around here. I can't. I'll get away as soon as I can. But I won't forget you. I never could… And I won't be going alone. I… mom, I'm in love. Even though people was starting to suspect I would never find someone. I heard them talk about it, how they found it odd that I'm 17 and never had a girlfriend. I don't care. Cause I have found the one I was waiting for. Kurt."

He paused, as if waiting for an answer. He wished so badly that he could have gotten an answer. That by some magical force his mom would appear in front of him, and he could tell her about all the things he wanted to say, and she would listen and tell him that she was so happy that he had found the person that could make him happy.

"I don't know where we're going. Or how, or even when - but we'll leave together some day. I so wish you could have met him. He's so beautiful, and dreamy, and… he's the best person I've ever met. The only person that has ever made me truly happy. I love him."

He squeezed his lips tight and balled his fists in his pockets. He felt like breaking down on his knees in the pebbles, and make the dirt soak the knees of his jeans. He wanted to kiss the headstone and scream for her to come back to him, but all he did was stare at it and rock back and forth on his heels.

"I will come back, mom. I promise I won't leave without coming back and saying goodbye. I just… I can't anymore right now. I miss you so much. Everything is different without you. It feels like the whole world has turned dark and cold. I just don't know how to deal with anything anymore. I'm sorry. I have to leave. I love you, mom," Blaine said as a last before he turned and ran out of the cemetery.

He had no idea where he was running, or even why he was running - he just knew that he couldn't be there anymore. It was hard and he felt like he couldn't breathe. The darkness of the day felt like it was surrounding him to eat him up, and the faster he ran the more he felt like he was losing eyesight.

He just needed to get out of there.