Kurt, Rachel, Mike, Santana, Finn and me were the only ones who went back to the Muggle world. They still had contact with the other New Direction's members, but it was different.

And that effected Kurt and Blaine's relationship too.

The fact that Hogwarts was located in Scotland and Kurt was in New York didn't help either. And even though Blaine had adapted to Muggle technologies very easily, he still had trouble using phones and tablets (something invented in the Muggle world) so they only had their letters.

Eric and Charming did not like flying over the whole fucking ocean.

They were also busy. Everything in New York was new for Kurt and NYADA took a lot of his time. Blaine had his NEWTs to focus on and he was promoted: he was the newest Hufflepuff Quidditch team captain.

They were going strong.

But then the unthinkable happened.

My dearest readers, I am skipping over this because I can. Lemme just tell you, I heard it from Quinn (who did manage to use a fucking phone) because she went fucking crazy.

After her break with Finn, all her hope was on Kurt and Blaine's relationship. Well, Blaine… he did something bad.

Really bad.

It was this fellow ‘Puff (I never really grew attached to the other ‘Puffs so I can say that I hate ‘Puffs, except for the New Directions and MaF members) who decided to play with Blaine's misery. His name was Eli C. (I totally forgot that ass's second name. C can stand for Crazy or Clinical or Creep or Ciller – oh wait, that was with a K) and apparently he found Blaine writing yet another probably sappy love letter and thought it was a good idea to make Blaine totally… not Blaine.

Anyway, I heard from Quinn who heard from Sam. Thinking about it, I have the feeling they are together again.

Ugh.

Anyway, they final-fucking-ly made up at this American Muggle Thanking thing, but then I heard from Quinn that he was dating this rebound Squib.

You know, maybe I should tell you more about it.

Yes, I should.

But not much, because I cannot stand it.

Kurt's life was kind of amazing. He had finally moved on from Blaine. In fact, after weeks of misery; he found someone new. Sadly, his roommates didn't share his enthusiasm.

"You are dating a Muggle?" Rachel hissed. She lived with Kurt and Santana is New York. Santana stood behind her, shaking her head slightly.

"Please, not you too," Kurt rolled his eyes and groaned, "Quinn already exploded." "And I will too," Santana grumbled, "Kurt, we all know you are the biggest Muggleborn ever, but what will happen when he comes over and sees us casting a spell on something on or each other?"

"Remove his memory?" Kurt suggested.

"Please, we cannot do that all the time," Rachel snapped, "What about us, Kurt? This is our home. It's like the only place in New York where we can be ourselves. And now this random guy walks into your life and-"

"He is not some random guy," Kurt sighed, "Adam, he's-" Santana threw her hands in the air. "I don't even want to know."

"Guys, I'll promise, he won't notice a thing."

Well, that didn't work out.

"OH MY GOD!" Kurt leapt out of his seat when he heard Quinn, who was visiting, screaming. "Quinn?" he yelled and opened his privacy curtains.

Quinn was standing in her room with wand in her hand. She was looking at something- no, someone. Adam stood in the doorway.

Rachel, who also heard Quinn's scream, appeared too. When she saw Adam, she shrieked. She quickly got her wand and motioned something to Quinn, who nodded. They both turned to Adam and pointed their wands to him.

"Woah!" Adam said, "Don't- Do not- God, put those bloody wands away! I'm not a Muggle." Both women raised an eyebrow.

"Speak, Crawford- if that's your real name,” Rachel added dramatically and Kurt resisted the urge to hit her. Or himself.

Adam rolled his eyes. “Great, you're all witches. Just what I needed,” he said sarcastically.

"Who or what are you?" Quinn raised her voice sharply.

"Adam Crawford, Squib living in Muggle NYC," Adam sighed, "And you guys are witches. Neat. And judging by Kurt's look on his face, he's a wizard. Even better." He shook his head. "Ugh, wizards."

"What's wrong with wizards, Crawford?" Rachel said sternly. Adam waved his hand. "They're all the same: lazy. They just use their wands and tadaa- deed is done. They don't know how to work or how to respect it. With other words, how to respect us."

"Squibs?" Quinn clarified and Adam nodded. "To this day, the others still look down on Squibs. While Squibs have to live the hard life of being non-magical creatures, the magical ones drop everything when they are old enough and leave everything that is too ‘Muggle-ish' behind."

"Adam," Kurt finally spoke, "That is, no offense-" "So, actually a lot of offense," Quinn cut in. "-but that is bullshit. I've never looked down on Squibs and I've never met someone who did. Also, the Squib revolution?"

"That bloody revolution worked, yah, but it's not optimal," Adam answered, "But of course you lot don't know, because you're too busy with being magical wooooh!"

"Do you even know who you're talking to?" they heard. Apparently Santana had Apparated without making a sound. "That is Kurt Hummel, aka the most Muggle-ish Muggleborn in the entire world."

"Forget it!" Adam snapped, turned around and left.

They broke up that day. I have to admit, I cried from happiness.

Kurt had to admit, life was quite lonely without Blaine next to him. He hadn't heard of him since Thanksgiving. Quinn had been told that he was doing fine and he was leading most of the MaF meetings now, but that he often looked miserable.

Kurt suspected is was Tina who had informed Quinn.

"Is You-Know-Who on your mind again?” Rachel cooed. “Voldemort?” Kurt said plainly and Rachel hissed. A lot of witches and wizards still had problems with his name.

"Very funny," Rachel said sharply, "We both know I meant Blaine."

Kurt turned away.

"It's just… his seventh year is almost over and I haven't heard from him since Thanksgiving." "So you were thinking about Blaine," Rachel smiled. "Shut up you," Kurt said and threw a pillow in her direction, "I'm about to open my soul to you since Quinn is busy-" "Second choice. Nice." "-so you better listen. This will not happen again."

"Sure."

"Rachel, do you want to know what's on my mind or not?"

Rachel shrugged. “Why the hell not.”

"Okay, I appreciate your enthusiasm," Kurt said sarcastically before continuing, "But like I said, his last year is almost over. And I know we're not together anymore so I can't expect anything from him, but I really want to know what he's going to pick."

"Pick what?"

"Whatever he picks career-wise. I mean, Muggle or wizarding world? What his dad wants or what he wants? And if he picks the latter, will he come to New York or not? And what if he picks New York? What if he wants nothing to do with me anymore? Like I said, I didn't see him at Christmas because the three of us decided to stay in the city-" "Still regret that, uh?" "Yes, but like I said: what if?"

"O-kay," Rachel quickly processed all the information, "Well, he loves both worlds dearly. Uh, what do you mean with ‘what his dad wants'? It's his own decision, his own life. And I know that he will pick what he wants, because yes, he hates disappointing people, but his dreams are too big for that. I know how that feels."

Kurt hums in agreement.

"And you didn't contact him either, so he doesn't owe you or anything," Rachel stated, "And did I hear that correctly? You are afraid of losing him?"

"Well, he's my friend now-"

He was interrupted by Rachel slapping him. “Rach!” he yelled, “What has gotten into you?”

"Kurt, come on. You need to stop denying it."

"What?"

“It!”

"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what this it means.”

"Your feelings for Blaine," Rachel said. Kurt was about to open his mouth to protest, but Rachel shushed him. "No, Kurt. You need to stop lying to yourself. We have privacy curtains, remember? I can hear you talking in your sleep.”

"I talk in my sleep?" Kurt asked, horrified.

Rachel ignored him and continued. “And they're always about Blaine. His face, his lips, his style, his ass. Do you know how weird that was? I'm sure Santana heard it too.” God, Kurt wanted to disappear.

"I-" "Uh, uh, I haven't finished yet!" Rachel stops him, "Kurt, this thing is messing with your head and you don't even know. Your subconscious messes with you. You need to stop this. You either figure this out –together or not- or cut him off completely."

She was right, though.

He talked about it with Quinn the other day and she agreed too. After that, it was on his mind all day and night. But he just couldn't decide. Blaine really hurt him when he did whatever he did with that Eli C. guy.

That's how Kurt basically spent the last few months of the school year.

By the time he made up his mind, it was too late.

"Do you love him?" Quinn had asked on the last day of (Blaine's) school.

"Quinn!" Kurt had shrieked in return.

"Kurt, it's just a simple question. Yes or no?"

"Quinn, you and I both know that that is not a simple question," Kurt had said and he had gone with his hand through his hair- which he regretted.

"Kurt, it has been months. Do you fucking love him or not?"

Kurt had bitten his lip and he had thought about all the good memories with Blaine. The first day he entered the MaF room, how beautiful he looked at the Yule Ball (ignoring the fact that he was with Sebastian, of course), the bowtie he made in Kurt's fifth year, their first kiss, them singing, the weeks in New York and of course the last day in their version of the MaF room.

And then, it had hit Kurt.

It had hit him hard.

Right in the feels.

"Kurt? Do you love him?" Quinn had repeated.

"Kurt?" she had asked after a few minutes of silence, "Are you still here?"

"Kurt?"

"Yes," he had answered honestly. It had barely been audible since it was a whisper. But it had been said. There was no going back.

Days had passed and Kurt was sitting alone in the loft. Why did it take him so long? Now Blaine was out there in the world and Kurt had no idea where.

It had been days since graduation and he still hadn't heard from him. Of course. Blaine probably had given up on him. Kurt felt like crying.

Of course, Rachel and Santana tried to comfort him, but he felt horrible. He went home with them for the summer, but not for too long.

He stopped by Blaine's house, but his mom simply told him that he was already gone.

He spent most of his time at the Fabrays. Quinn told him all about her and Sam, but how she secretly had feelings for Puck. Kurt wanted to slap someone.

There were two weeks of summer left when he went back to New York. Santana stayed longer in Lima and Rachel, who had met her mom, stayed with her for one more week.

The first week alone was painfully lonely.

There was no Rachel.

No Santana.

But most importantly: no Blaine.

The days were all the same. He got up, he designed some clothes, he spent a lot of time in his local coffee shop, he did the necessary things, he went home, had dinner, watched some TV or read a book, skin care routine, sleep.

So he was waiting eagerly for Rachel to come home. The week was over, she had promised to arrive in New York on Monday.

Kurt cleaned the whole house. Mostly because the waiting was too boring.

Finally, he heard a knock.

He jumped out of his seat and basically ran to the door. “Rachel!” he screamed, “Finally!” But when he opened the door, he saw a familiar pair of eyes. They were big, warm and kind as always.

It wasn't Rachel.

Oh no, it wasn't Rachel at all.

"Hi."

"Hey," Kurt said breathlessly, "… Blaine."