As junior year came to a close for Kurt, he had a lot of time to reflect about the things that had changed in his time at McKinley's high school. But more so, he reflected on the times he wasn't at McKinley.

Kurt had loved being at Dalton and seeing Blaine every day, and as the last week of junior year passed, Kurt liked to reflect on those times the most.

So summer became just that. Lots of late nights and sleepovers and waking up to Blaine smiling at him, but more often waking up to him slobbering on his pillow, a small content smile on his face. Kurt loved making breakfast for Blaine and catching fireflies with him and even attending a New Directions barbecue or two.

As summer drew to a close, Kurt had a confession to make. He wanted his senior year to be special. And nothing felt special without Blaine.

And as he started his junior year, Blaine had no problem obliging Kurt's small wish.

McKinley started off pretty well for Blaine. He skirted through the first semester without one slushie.

There were school musicals, class elections, college applications, gay bars, and most of all, Kurt and Blaine's first time. It was everything they'd both hoped it would be, even though it took the snarky Sebastian to push them towards it.

After Christmas, college applications started coming back. Kurt sat on his bed alone with tears in his eyes as he read NYADA's rejection. Blaine came in and wrapped his arms around him and whispered it was going to be okay.

A week later Blaine had a small confession to make: He'd submitted an application to FIT for Kurt.

And he'd gotten in.

Kurt squeezed the ever-living daylights out of Blaine until he could barely breathe anymore with loud shrieks cutting between "I can't believe you did this!" and "Thank you thank you thank you!"

Blaine hugged him back with but one small regret.

Kurt was going to New York now.

Graduation came and Blaine had to say goodbye to a great majority of his friends. He was left at McKinley with only Tina and Artie now.

That summer was pretty similar to the last. They both discovered many more firsts, and had plenty of times to repeat firsts they'd already discovered.

But as the summer drew to a close, Blaine got sadder. Kurt got sadder. They both knew it was ending. Distance is a bitter betrayer of the best of relationships.

Blaine drove up with the Hummels in a minivan that Kurt whined couldn't possibly hold all the clothes he would need.

They spent the trip in New York doing every stereotypical tourist activity. Blaine insisted on taking pictures on top of the Empire State, Rockefeller, Statue of Liberty, Times Square and Kurt begged him to stop.

But Blaine had never been to New York before.

Kurt's family left a day before Blaine. Blaine had gotten the idea of buying a ticket and just flying home.

The dorm room at FIT was empty except for Kurt's bags, as Kurt's roommate had not moved in yet.

They spent their last night together amid laughs from memories of the past and nervous thoughts about the future. But Blaine was the first to say it.

He was the first to ask if they were over.

Kurt took a deep breath and let out a deep sigh.

He knew they were. But he didn't want them to be.

He took Blaine's hands in his and smiled at his boyfriend. He pulled him in for a deep kiss and pulled Blaine close to him, trying to imprint the feeling of Blaine permanently onto his brain. He wanted to remember everything about him.

He didn't want to forget. Not ever.

Blaine drew back and looked at Kurt with those puppy eyes that Kurt knew would haunt him.

"Kurt. Just tell me. Yes or no? Are you in this or not?"

Kurt bit his bottom lip and took both of Blaine's hands in his.

"Blaine Anderson. I love you. I always have."

Blaine pulled his hand back and glared at Kurt angrily.

"Kurt!"

Kurt sighed again and scooted closer to Blaine, not taking his hands this time.

"I know. I know. It's just- I love you, I do, but I don't-"

Blaine's facial expressions softened as he grabbed Kurt's hands this time.

"You don't know how to make it work."

Kurt nodded, closing his eyes and letting his tears fall. He felt Blaine's fingers brush the tears off of his skin.

Blaine didn't know what to say. Truth be told, he'd hoped that Kurt would have the answer.

"I don't either."

Kurt looked up at him and nodded sadly.

"Promise you'll call. I don't know where we'll be in a year, but promise you'll call."

Blaine didn't answer as he drew Kurt in for a kiss. Between both of them was a strong sense of desperation and longing and the sense that maybe, things wouldn't be okay.

Kurt dropped Blaine off at the airport the next day. They only hugged goodbye this time.

Even though they'd left things very open-ended, and even though Sebastian still went steadily after Blaine, and even though there wereplenty of men interested in Kurt in New York, neither felt right dating someone else.

They still talked once a week at least, but more often than not, it was every day.

Blaine graduated with honors and Kurt went back for the ceremony.

They hadn't seen each other in awhile and it was fairly awkward.

Blaine spotted Kurt first, sitting with Mike watching Tina graduate.

Blaine raised a hand and waved slowly. Kurt spotted him and waved back.

Blaine lowered his hand and stalled for a moment. He was on stage with the rest of his class about to receive his diploma and everyone was watching him, including his own parents.

But he decided that for once in his life, he didn't care.

He leapt off the stage and ran to the seat, tackling Kurt so hard that the chair fell backwards.

"Kurt Hummel I love you!" Blaine shouted as he kissed his ex-boyfriend more fiercely than he had in his entire life.

As Blaine finally drew away Kurt tried to regain his breath.

He smirked at Blaine and drew him in for another kiss.

This time when he pulled back he just shook his head and said, "I love you too."

Blaine and Kurt had another great summer together with no nights apart.

But Blaine had to move into his dorm at UC Berkeley before Kurt had to return to FIT.

They sat side by side on Blaine's still unmade bed.

"So." Blaine said.

"So." Kurt replied.

Blaine put his hand on top of Kurt's and squeezed.

"Here we are again."

Kurt simply nodded in response.

"Kurt, what are we going to do?"

Kurt just sighed and slowly intertwined his fingers with Blaine's.

"Weekly phone calls and Skype chats I suppose."

Blaine nodded.

"You think that'll work?"

Kurt turned to Blaine with a sad smile.

"It'll have to."

And the next 4 years went by in similar fashion.

Kurt graduated a year before Blaine as planned and got himself a very prestigious internship at Vogue.

Blaine went to graduate school at Columbia even though he told Kurt when they were older that he thought Berkeley was a better choice.

Blaine went to work as an entertainment lawyer at a prestigious firm upon graduation and he and Kurt quickly moved in together and a year later Blaine proposed at Katz's Café, the meeting place of Harry and Sally.

Kurt was glad to discover that, yes, indeed, they do get together in the end.

It took them 5 years to get the adoption papers together, but they were blessed with a baby boy and girl twins.

Kurt convinced Blaine that they would both be murdered if the girl wasn't named Rachel Barbara Hummel-Anderson.

Blaine eventually got Kurt to compromise to Rachel Barbara Anderson-Hummel.

The boy was named Alexander Burt.

Kurt just couldn't allow his favorite designer to go unnoticed.

They moved into the suburbs of New York after Kurt became an assistant editor and Blaine made partner.

Rachel grew up taking ballet and singing lessons although both of her fathers agreed she didn't need them.

Blaine jokingly blamed Kurt and said she took after her namesakes.

Surprisingly, Alexander was very interested in sports.

He stopped his sister from getting slushied too often in high school.

Alexander went to his father, Blaine's, alma mater on a full ride football scholarship.

Rachel followed her first namesake straight to Broadway. Her first show was with the legendary Mrs. Berry herself.

Her two fathers were in the first row, Kurt mouthing the words and Blaine wiping the tears off of his face.

But Kurt was unlucky. He lived long enough to walk Rachel down the aisle and play with Alexander's kids.

But soon after that he was in the hospital. The cancer spread fast.

Blaine sat by his husband's side every day. In the final weeks, Kurt deteriorated quickly.

But he never stopped smiling and saying I love you.

It felt important for some reason.

At Kurt's funeral Blaine could barely read out the epitaph.

Blaine retired and settled down to a life of playing with kids and watching performances on stage.

But just ten years later, Blaine died too.

Alexander and Rachel buried him next to Kurt and brought flowers once a week.

Blaine opened his eyes to a blinding white light. He shielded his eyes quickly and squeezed them shut, trying to gain sense of his surroundings.

"Finally. I've been waiting a decade or so."

Blaine's eyes flung open to see Kurt, circa senior year. He was flashing his winning grin as he reached out a hand to help Blaine up.

"Kurt… I- What're you doing here?"

Kurt smiled like Blaine was being oblivious.

"What did you think forever meant?"

"But I'm dead!"

Kurt laughed.

"Me too."

"You say it like it's not a big deal."

Kurt couldn't help but smirk at that.

"Trust me, it's not."

Blaine just smiled and squeezed the hand intertwined with his.

"So what now?"

Kurt smiled. Blaine didn't know anything. He didn't know that after all those years ago Kurt had relived Blaine's death over and over again. That from that day on he had know somewhere deep down that Blaine was the one. Now that Kurt had died, he remembered when he had to relive Blaine's death and how he had discovered that Blaine was it. Blaine was forever.

Blaine had no idea that from the moment on that staircase that it was going to be forever.

Forever.

Kurt liked the sound of that.

Kurt leaned forward and planted a kiss on Blaine's cheek.

"Let's go see."

Blaine turned slowly towards the white door. "This is it isn't it?"

Kurt nodded, dragging Blaine towards the shiny brass handle. Before Kurt turned it, he looked back towards Blaine.

Kurt wanted to thank Blaine. He wanted to tell him just how much he had enjoyed every single moment of their lives together. He wanted to tell him about how his heart had skipped a beat the first time Blaine kissed him after Pavarotti died. He wanted to say everything he felt his vows hadn't and he wanted to remind Blaine of how they both had felt when they saw their children for the first time. He wanted to remember every single I love you and every single kiss.

But Kurt just took both of Blaine's hands in his as Blaine looked very confused.

"I love you Blaine Anderson."

Blaine's expression quickly changed to a smirk as if he had known all along and he released one of Kurt's hands and reached for the handle, twisting it.

"Damn. I wanted to say that first."