April 22, 2012, 6:40 a.m.
Go the Distance: Prologue
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April 2012
Lima, Ohio
The Lima Bean
When Blaine arrived at the Lima Bean the day after his father’s sudden announcement that they were to be moving to London in June, he took a deep breath before exiting the car and headed inside to meet Kurt for their daily pre-school coffee. He immediately spotted Kurt sitting at their usual table, and went to go join him, dreading the news that he was about to give his boyfriend.
“Good morning,” Kurt said as he noticed Blaine sit down, looking up from his book and taking in Blaine’s appearance for the first time that day, “What’s wrong? You look horrible!” he exclaimed, and indeed Blaine did. His hair was un-gelled, which if the rest of his appearance wasn’t such a mess Kurt would be happy about, but in combination with the plain blue, slightly wrinkled tee-shirt and then jeans he was wearing, and the fact that his eyes were rimmed with red and had massive bags underneath them, and the fact that he was wearing his glasses opposed to his contacts that he wore compulsively, Kurt was rather concerned.
“My dad decided to announce last night that we’re moving,” he said, and Kurt’s eyes widened slightly.
“But where to? And When?” he asked, and Blaine took a sip of his medium drip before speaking.
“We’re moving to London the week after school lets out.”
~O~O~O~
June 2012
Lima, Ohio
The Anderson Residence
Three days. That was how long Blaine had until he left for London. Before he left Kurt.
Blaine was lying in the center of his bed, looking around at the bare walls. He and Kurt had packed up the room earlier in the week, carefully wrapping, folding and packing all of his possessions, and packing them all up into boxes, leaving only Blaine's bed, empty wardrobe and a few other basic furniture pieces that were to remain in the house when they moved. He had sent a text message to Kurt a little while ago and was waiting for him to make the drive over, for what would likely be the last time. Ever.
A soft knock on the door woke Blaine from his trance, and he sat up to see Kurt standing in the doorway, smiling slightly.
"Your mom let me in, she said that she was going to go help your dad pack up his office and said that they would just spend the night in Westerville," he said, and Blaine smiled, standing from his bed and walking over to Kurt and opening up his arms, which Kurt gladly stepped into.
"I love you so, so much," he whispered, burying his face into the crook of Kurt's neck and inhaling deeply, trying to memorize his scent, musky vanilla and the moisturizer he used and just Kurt.
"I love you too, and don't you ever forget that," Kurt whispered back, before capturing Blaine's lips in a kiss. It didn't last long, but like all of the ones he and Kurt shared it left him itching for more.
Blaine kissed him again, letting his tongue trace Kurt's upper lip and trying to memorize every single inch of his mouth, before moving his mouth to Kurt's jaw, leaving a trail of kisses up to the sensitive spot behind his ear, where he sucked gently before moving down to Kurt's neck, and gently sucking, not enough to bruise, but enough to merit a small moan and buck of the hips from Kurt, who then pushed Blaine backwards so his knees hit the edge of the bed, before falling backwards, Kurt on top of him.
~O~O~O~
When Blaine awoke the next morning, Kurt curled around him, his naked body pressed flush against Blaine's he just breathed in and reveled in the feel of Kurt around him. Although neither of them said it, it felt like they were saying goodbye last night. The sex was slow, mapping out each other's bodies not unlike the way they did the very first time they had made love, just reveling in each other, doing the things that they knew made the other squirm with pleasure, loving each other.
"Good morning gorgeous," Kurt whispered, kissing the back of Blaine's neck lazily.
"Good morning beautiful," Blaine said, rolling over in his lover's arms, placing a kiss to the dark purple and red bruise he had sucked into Kurt's collarbone the night before wincing slightly as he shifted.
"You okay?" Kurt asked, and Blaine smiled.
"Just sore," he said, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend gently, "I love you."
"I love you too Blaine, and I'm going to miss you so, so much," he whispered, and Blaine felt tears prickle in his eyes.
"What are we going-" he started to say, but Kurt put a finger to his lips.
"Can we wait to talk about this?" I know we need to, but right now I just want to sit lay here and hold you for a few minutes," he said, and Blaine nodded, nuzzling into his boyfriend's embrace.
~O~O~O~
Somewhere in the Park
A few hours later they found themselves walking in a small park between the two of their houses.
"So what are we going to do when I move?" Blaine asked, breaking the silence between them.
"I don't know. I mean... I just don't know," Kurt said, looking at Blaine.
"I don't want to not be with you," he said quietly, but frowned, "But neither of us will be able to travel between London and New York, and we won’t be able to talk much because of differences in time, and I don't want to hurt you," he said, and Kurt nodded.
"I think breaking up may be for the best," he said, a sob escaping his lips, and Blaine nodded, his jaw quivering.
"I love you so much it hurts, and don't you forget it," he said, before wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck and pulling him down into a kiss that showed all the emotions he couldn't at that moment. Longing, love, regret, fear, and every single little thing he felt.
"I love you too Blaine," Kurt said, "I love you more than you can imagine, just please try to keep in touch," he said, holding back tears, and Blaine nodded, his eyes damp.
"I will, I promise," he said, not wanting to leave Kurt, wishing that he never had to repeat his freshman year, wishing he didn't have to leave.
Kurt pulled Blaine in for one last, soft, lingering kiss as Blaine turned to walk away, before turning and leaving himself, forcing himself not to look back at the boy he was in love with.