Week 11 Day 6

It was about noon that morning and Kurt was lounging on the living room couch watching TV. Burt and Carole were at the hospital talking to the doctors about Aunt Annie, Blaine was having lunch with his mother, and Finn was in his room skyping Rachel, so the house felt pretty empty.

Before he knew it he had fallen asleep, with the television remote in hand and the TV blasting. He was finally woken by the sound of the front door slamming, which caused him sit straight up, a little disoriented.

"There you are," Blaine said as he walked into view.

Kurt looked at the clock and became confused. "Arent you supposed to be at lunch?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and turning off the television.

"She wasnt feeling well today," he replied and sat next to Kurt. "So I thought it would be a great opportunity to spend some alone time with you." Blaine went in for a quick kiss on the cheek, which then lingered there for a few moments, and turned into a few more down his neck, until he was totally infatuated with Kurts neck, sucking and trailing his tongue against Kurts skin.

Kurt tilted his head back and closed his eyes. "So this is what you came back for…" he breathed. Blaine slowly moved his hand to rub the inside of Kurts thigh, making Kurt extremely hard. "Blaine," Kurt moaned as Blaine started palming him through his jeans, causing his breathing to quicken.

"We…we promised we wouldnt do anything," Kurt babbled. "My dad…rules…" Burt had told both boys that there wasnt to be any funny business while Blaine was living with them, and that they were to be responsible if he and Carole werent home.

"Weve broken the rules at least five times already…" Blaine countered, unbuttoning Kurts pants with one hand. "Just relax…" he whispered.

Blaine leisurely trailed his lips up Kurts jaw to meet their lips together, kissing him fervently. Kurt laid back onto the couch and pulled Blaine on top of him, after realizing that it was their last week together, and his parents wouldnt be home for at least an hour.

Blaine straddled Kurts hips and slipped his hand into Kurts jeans, palming him harder. Kurt tried to grab onto the leather of the couch to keep himself quiet, but he couldnt help but moan when Blaine finally took him into his hand. He rolled his head back and started arching his hips into Blaines grip, trying to get Blaine to go faster.

Blaine started kissing down his neck, and then suddenly stopped. "Shit," Blaine cursed, taking his hand out of Kurts jeans and pulling away.

"Whats wrong?" Kurt asked, somewhere between a pant and a whine. He opened his eyes and looked up at Blaine, who had his hand over his face and was moving off of him.

"Im really sorry, Ill buy you a new shirt, dont panic," he said while getting off the couch and rushing toward the bathroom.

"A new what?" Kurt looked down at his shirt, which was covered in blood. "Oh my god," he gasped. He touched his neck and looked at his hand, which was now covered in blood too. "Blaine?"

He immediately sat up, buttoned his jeans, and ran after Blaine. He didnt understand what was happening. He didnt even know where he was bleeding from he had left the room so fast.

Blaine was in the bathroom with his head over the sink, splashing water on his mouth. His hands were bloody and his clothes were stained too. "Whats happening?" Kurt asked from behind him.

"Its just a nosebleed," Blaine told him. "Its actually how I found out I was sick. I had at least ten before I finally went to the hospital, because one of them never stopped…It was one of the scariest moments of my life…" He looked away from him. "Only second to you falling in the water…" he said quietly.

They were silent until Blaine turned off the water."Is it stopping?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded and wiped his face with a towel. "You dont have to buy me a new shirt," Kurt added. "I didnt really like this one that much anyway," he lied. He tried to smile at him, but Blaine didnt smile back.

"I think Im going to go get some rest," Blaine said, not even making eye contact with Kurt.

After Blaine left Kurt looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a mess, his lips were red and swollen, he had red marks all over his neck, and his shirt he was wearing was covered in the blood of the man he loved.

Week 12 Day 3

The last week of summer had finally arrived, and Kurt had never wanted time to stop so badly in his life. He had less than one week left with Blaine, who was also leaving the same day as Kurt for Europe.

He wanted to spend every minute of every day he had left with Blaine, because he didnt know how long it would be before he saw him again. But it wasnt turning out that way. Blaine had spent most of the last few days with his mom, who was taking him everywhere. She was spending money on him like she had all the money in the world. Kurt understood why, she must have felt extremely guilty for everything that happened, but in a way Kurt was jealous, because she would have so much more time with him, and he wouldnt. But he didnt question it, because it was the happiest hed seen Blaine in a long time.

Ever since the nosebleed incident, Blaine would come home from wherever he had gone with his mother, say hello, maybe tell Kurt how his day went, and then go straight to his room. He felt like Blaine just didnt want to be around him, or he was losing interest. Whenever Kurt tried to talk to him about his chemotherapy Blaine would completely change the subject, the last time they talked about it was when Blaine told him he wouldnt be taking Jessicas fathers offer to file a lawsuit against the hospital.

The feelings of uncertainty he had about being apart from Blaine for so long intensified by the day. At first he was okay with the idea of Blaine moving to Germany to get treated by a doctor that had a 95% success rate, more than could be said by most doctors in the United States, but now the anxiety was setting in. He had never been away from Blaine more than a week, and now it could be up to a year. What if they couldnt make it?

"You know what the worst thing about this house is?" Burt asked as he was flipping through channels. Kurt was sitting on the couch next to him reading the new issue of Vogue.

"What? That Aunt Annie doesnt have ESPN?" Kurt asked, not looking up from his magazine.

"That, and she doesnt have any premium channels. What did she do all the time?"

"She probably did productive things with her life…" Kurts voice was extremely apathetic. Aunt Annie was still in the hospital, but things werent looking good. Somewhere in his heart he just wanted it to be over, because he knew how much pain she must have been in.

"Hey, wheres Blaine? I havent seen the kid for a while now."

"Hes parasailing with his mom."

"Oh…Well, why arent you out with him?"

"I didnt want to intrude. He hasnt seen her for two years, so they deserve some time together."

They were silent for a few moments until Burt asked Kurt the question he never wanted to think of, let alone hear out loud. "Have you ever thought about if he doesnt want to come back?"

Kurt looked up from what he was reading, confused at first by what his father was asking."What do you mean? Like he doesnt want to come back from Germany after he gets better?"

"Hes going to have a family there, something that he doesnt have here—"

"No, dad, hes coming back."

"Four months to a year is a long time, and I know how much you two have been through together this summer, but I just dont want to see you get your hopes up. You havent even known each other for three months yet."

"Thank you for your input but Blaine is going to come to New York when hes better. He told me so himself."

"Things change, Kurt. People change. I just want you to be prepared."

Kurt rolled his eyes and closed the magazine."I think Im going to take a nap," Kurt said, standing up abruptly and walking to the stairs. "Tell Blaine to find me if he ever decides to come home."

Blaine didnt come home for another two hours, but Kurt was still in his room. He tried reading for a while, to get his mind off of things, but it didnt help for long.

He laid on top of his bed and thought about what it would be like living without Blaine in New York for up to a year, depending on how quickly he went through chemotherapy. What if Blaine didnt want to come back? What if he did find a better life with his mom?

"Come in," Kurt called when someone knocked on the door.

Blaine opened the door slowly. "Sorry, your dad said youd be up here. Were you sleeping? I can leave."

Kurt sat up against the headboard and smiled slightly. "No, I was just waiting for you. Did you have a good time?"

Blaine left the door open and jumped onto the bed, an extremely wide grin on his face. "I had a great time. My mom took me out for ice cream after, and we shared a banana split. I felt like a kid again."

"Thats good…Do you think youll want to go out later? I hear theyre having a festival down at the boardwalk tonight…" Blaines expression didnt change so Kurt decided to take another approach. "Or…we could stay in and do other things," he said, trying to give Blaine a kiss.

"I dont know," he yawned, turning away from him. "Im really tired after this morning. And besides, my mom is taking me out to dinner tonight. Some five-star restaurant, dress and tie formal."

Kurt pulled away, caught off guard by the rejection. "Okay…" He said quietly.

"Shes been telling me all about Germany, and it sounds really great. Her boyfriends freaking rich, I mean, they have a pool, Kurt, an indoor pool."

"Sounds awesome," Kurt said unenthusiastically.

Blaine looked at him confused. "Is everything alright?"

He looked away and shook his head. "I dont know. I guess Im just not that happy that youre leaving."

"Wait, I thought you were happy for me, you told me to go."

"I am happy for you, Im glad that you have your mom back and that youre going to get better but…" Blaine still looked confused. "…Im just not as happy as you are that were going to be separated." Oh no. That came out wrong.

"I dont understand." He seemed to become upset. "You think Im happy that were going to be separated for months? You think Im happy that I have to leave the country to get cancer treatment?" He asked, although Kurt knew he didnt really want the answers.

"No, Blaine, I didnt mean it like that," he said quickly. "You just seem so much happier with your mom, thats all." Blaine got off the bed and started towards the door. "Blaine, its our last week together, and youre spending it all with your mom…I just feel…left out," he admitted.

Blaine turned around to face him, obviously getting angry."I havent seen my mother in two years, and you think Im spending too much time with her?"

"Its just youre going to be with her for months when you are getting the chemotherapy and—"

"Can we not talk about the fact that I have cancer anymore?" Blaine cut him off with an edge to his voice. "Thats all we ever talk about. My treatment, or how Im going to get better. Well maybe I dont want to think about that. I dont want to think about how I could be one case of pneumonia away from my deathbed."

"Then why didnt you tell me? If we are going to make this long distance thing work then you have to tell me these things. Germany is a long way…"

"You were the one who told me to go."

"Because I knew we could handle it."

"How are you so sure? I spend a little extra time with someone else and you get upset. How are you going to be able to wait for me if you cant even last a few days?"

Kurt felt like it would be hopeless to try to get through to him. "I knew you were happier with her," Kurt muttered.

"Oh, well if Im so obviously happier with her then maybe I should just go stay with my mom at the hotel. Youd probably like that, wouldnt you? You wouldnt have to worry about me getting blood all over your clothes."

Did Blaine think he was angry at him for that? "Blaine—" Kurt tried to stop him, but he had already shut the door and left.

Kurt didnt go after him.

Should he have run after him? Begged him not to leave?

Maybe this long distance thing wasnt going to work out. Blaine was right, how was he supposed to go so long without seeing him? He got jealous just because Blaine wasnt spending every minute of every day with him.

But he didnt know Blaine was feeling that way too. If he had known Blaine was having doubts then they could have talked about it, made a plan.

Maybe Blaine didnt need him anymore. Seeing his mother may have made him realize he was just holding on to Kurt because he was the only one who cared. He had been acting extremely distant for the last few days, and he only seemed happy whenever he had just seen his mom.

Was he losing him?

When Kurt finally went downstairs that evening to make dinner with Carole, something was different. The air felt thicker, and the house was quiet, too quiet. He didnt hear the constant sound of the television running, or Carole in the kitchen, or Finn and Burt talking about intellectual things like sports. It was almost as if the house was empty.

As soon he walked into the kitchen he knew, but he didnt want to believe it. In a way, the house actually was empty, because the person this house belonged to was gone.

Finn, Carole, and his dad were all at the kitchen table, as the feeling of sadness wafted through the air. His dad had his arms around Carole as she cried softly.

"What happened?" He asked as tears started forming. Like he didnt already know.

"Kurt…" His dad started. "Im sorry to tell you this but…Aunt Annie passed away earlier this morning."

Kurt looked away from them, his heart sinking. The last time he had seen her was over the weekend, and he had read her The Jungle Book by her bedside. "Was it…Did she…" Kurt couldnt finish his sentence. He just stood there, fighting off tears, because he didnt want to cry anymore.

"She passed away in her sleep, the nurses said it was peaceful," Burt continued, knowing what Kurt was trying to ask.

"I texted Blaine for you," Carole said shakily. "I thought you might want to be with him."

Kurt shook his head. "Thank you but he wont come, hes out to dinner with his mom tonight..." Kurt didnt even know if hed ever come back, hed taken a bag of his things when he left. Kurt tried to change the subject, not wanting to think about Blaine anymore. "Are you okay, Carole? I know she meant a lot to you." His lower lip was quivering and he didnt know how much longer he could hold on.

Carole stood up from the table and walked to Kurt, her arms open. "Oh Kurt, she meant a lot to all of us," she said, putting her arms around him. "I think you made her very happy," she told him quietly. "I know that you only knew her for a while, but she told me you reminded her so much of her son, my cousin Johnny, that she thought of you as her own son." She pulled away and looked at him, teary eyed and hurting, just like him. "And I want to thank you for that."

Thats when Kurt finally lost it, and the tears started streaming down his face. "Im going to miss her so much," he sobbed, pulling himself back into Caroles arms.

"I know, Kurt, I am too."

They all sat and talked for a while at the table, and it felt kind of nice, because they hadnt for a while, with everything that was going on. Once it became dark, Kurt decided to go into Aunt Annies room and look around for a while. He started sorting out her things because they needed to get them organized before they left anyway, so Kurt just decided to get a head start. Some of it was also to remind him of what a full life she had led, so he wouldnt remember how it was now over.

In a chest, he found some old pictures of her and her son, when he was just a baby. He knew she was a wonderful mother, just by looking at them. He also found some pictures of Aunt Annie and Carole, when Carole was about fifteen. And then he found the sweater she had made for Johnny, which she had never finished. So he sat in the corner of the room and knitted the rest of it, feeling like she would have wanted him too.

It was hard for him not to cry, because he really did love Aunt Annie. She had helped him through so much that summer, she was the whole reason he came.

His tears started falling onto the blue sweater, making tiny little stains. The room was dark, and the only way he could see was from the moonlight shining in through the window.

He heard the door slowly creek open, but he didnt look to see who it was, he didnt care who it was. "I really would just like to be alone right now," he said, thinking it was one of his parents or Finn.

"Kurt?" Said the familiar voice.

Kurt looked up and saw Blaine standing in the doorway, wearing a suit that was similar to the one he wore the day he sang for him in church. "Arent you supposed to be at dinner with your mom?" He asked, trying to sound sarcastic, but it just ended up sounding heartbroken.

"Someone else needed me a lot more," Blaine said, walking toward him. "I rushed over here I soon as I heard." He sat down on the floor next to him. "Im really sorry about all this. About Miss Annie…and about what I said."

"Im sorry too," Kurt choked, trying to hold back tears, it was too hard to be mad at Blaine, all he was wanted Blaine to hold him and tell him everything was going to be alright. "I didnt mean to say those things…" His voice was shaky and the tears were starting to fall faster now.

"Shh…" Blaine said, putting his arms around him. "I shouldnt have gotten so angry, I should have stayed and listened to you." He held Kurt tighter. "You know what my mom told me after I got the text message from Carole, right in the middle of our dinner?" Kurt shook his head. "She told me to stop being such an idiot, and that I needed to go after you."

"Youre not an idiot," Kurt mumbled as he smiled to himself. He would have liked to have seen his mom tell him that.

"Today I was. Ive been taking you for granted these past few days, not giving you the last days of summer you deserve. I think its because my mom makes me feel like a kid again, she reminds me of the time before I was sick, and sometimes I forget that I even am when Im with her. Then when I see you it all comes back, because I remember that I have to get better for you, I remember why I need to fight so hard. Like last week, when I started bleeding, it reminded me again that Im sick, and just because I try not to think about it doesnt mean its gone away."

"Im sorry that I do that to you," Kurt started sobbing into Blaines jacket. He didnt want to be the reason Blaine remembered he was sick all the time. He should make Blaine feel happy.

"No no, Kurt, thats the only reason Im here right now, and not in some casket. When I said you made my life worth living I meant it. You changed my life, and when Im better Im coming back here so I can share that same life with you."

"Youre going to come back?"

"I promise you Ill come back, no matter what happens, and its because I love you more than anyone in this whole world."

"And I promise to wait for you," Kurt said, pulling tightly at Blaines jacket, trying to get closer to him.

"Here," Blaine said pulling away. Kurt wondered what was happening for a few moments but then realized he was just taking off his jacket to expose his white dress shirt. "Thats better," Blaine whispered as he pulled Kurt in, letting Kurt rest his head on his chest.

They were quiet for a few minutes, Blaine letting Kurt calm down, holding him tightly. Its just what Kurt needed, because even though Aunt Annie was gone, he still had Blaine.

"How did you make her remember how to play?" Kurt asked quietly, the tears slowly stopping. Hed always wondered what he did, how he made Aunt Annie remember how to play the piano again.

"Kurt…Theres those times in our lives when we are given a gift..." He paused for a few seconds. "And then theres also times where you just have to wing it and hope for the best."

"So you didnt know she would remember?"

"It was weird. For some reason, I just knew she still had it in her, that she just needed to be reminded, but I had no idea it would work. I actually was nervous that I looked like an idiot, especially when I saw that you were crying."

"Sorry…"

"Dont be sorry." Blaine kissed the top of his head and rubbed his arm. "I guess we all need to be reminded sometimes. Just like you reminded me how to love, and how to be happy. Its almost like reminding someone how to play the piano, you just have to show them how beautiful it can truly be."

Kurt smiled and then looked down at the sweater in his lap, noticing it was still there. He ran his fingers across it, noticing where the stitching of the blue yarn switched between Aunt Annies and his, because his wasnt as perfect.

"Whats that?" Blaine asked, running his fingers over where Kurts just were.

"Its a sweater Aunt Annie was making. I finished it for her."

"Its really soft…" Blaine said, taking the sleeve and running across his cheek. "And warm."

"I want you to have it," Kurt whispered. He didnt even know he said it until Blaine looked at him funny. He looked up at Blaine and nodded. "I want you to have the sweater, and I think shed want you to have it too. Its going to be a cold winter, all those nights…" He took a deep breath, trying not to think about how Blaine was leaving him. "And I also think youll look really handsome in it."

Blaine kissed Kurts temple. "I would be honored to have it. And whenever I wear it Ill think of you, and of Miss Annie."

"Good. Just make sure you wear it with the right shades of blue so you dont clash."

Blaine laughed at how serious Kurt sounded. "I promise Ill make it fashionable." He pulled Kurt back into his arms and held him. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Kurt murmured.

Kurt slowly fell asleep in Blaines arms that night. But when he woke up the next morning in Aunt Annies bed, still in Blaines arms, he realized that he would be content with waking up every morning next to him for the rest of his life, if he could wait.

And when he looked down at the arms wrapped around him, he noticed Blaine was wearing the sweater, and he thought about Aunt Annie, and how happy it made her that they were together.

And then he thought about how he and Aunt Annie had originally made the sweater for a boy who would never come home.

But now he was giving it to the boy he knew would return.

Week 12 Day 7

The rest of the week seemed to go by like a dream. Kurt and Blaine spent much more time together, and it seemed like they could never stop smiling. Blaine took Kurt out to dinner with his mother during the week, who instantly fell in love with Kurt, telling him she was forever in debt to him. One day they all went out as a family to the boardwalk, getting ice cream at Susies, as well as saying goodbye to Susie herself, and thanking her for helping Blaine through the time before Kurt arrived.

Kurt and Blaine also had a few moments when they broke the rules…okay, they had a lot of moments when they broke the rules. Blaine snuck into Kurts room every night that week once everyone had gone to bed. They both concluded that the house must have been soundproof, either that or Finn was just listening to them, but Kurt thought if he could hear them Finn would run in asking who was being murdered.

One night Blaine took him under the boardwalk at three in the morning, the beach was closed and Kurt was afraid they were going to be caught, but that just added to the thrill of it. The whole night felt like a song by The Drifters, well, mostly the making love part of it.

On their final night together, Blaine took Kurt to the amusement park. They held hands as they walked from ride to ride, took pictures of each other, played arcade games together, and they finally kissed on top of the Ferris Wheel, all the things Kurt wanted to do when they started dating. Blaine also bought him a bouquet of white and pale yellow roses, which had a card that read You are my sunshine. Kurt won Blaine a puppy at the ring toss, and Blaine told him he would sleep with it every night while he was in Germany.

Kurt couldnt even fathom ever falling asleep that night, just the knowing he would be leaving in a few hours made his heart beat faster. He didnt want to leave, he didnt want to leave Blaine. It was weird to think that just twelve weeks ago he didnt want to get out of that car, he didnt want to come to the ocean, and he didnt know what the summer would bring him.

He paced the room as he waited for Blaine, although he knew he wouldnt be up for at least an hour, they had to make sure that both his dad and Carole were out cold, or they could risk waking them up.

Kurt looked at himself in the mirror of his bedroom. He looked somewhat different from what he looked like when he first arrived. Of course, he was tanner and his hair was blonder from the sun, but it was as if hed grown up some. He looked older, and he felt older, too. Hed learned a lot from this summer, most of it was thanks to Blaine, but some also came from Aunt Annie, who he missed dearly.

He went back to his bed and folded down the comforter and sheets, fluffed the pillows, lit some candles, tried to do anything that would pass the time. He wanted their last night together to be perfect.

He took one of the roses from the bouquet and sprinkled the petals on the bed. Kurt stood back and looked at the room. Was it too much?

Whatever doubts he had about the decorations went away when Blaine finally opened the door. He slipped in slowly and shut the door behind him, taking his time to make sure it didnt echo through the hallway. "Youre…prepared," Blaine said as he turned around.

Kurt took a few steps toward him and laid his hands on Blaines chest. "I guess Ive just been a bit…restless. We only have twelve hours and forty-five minutes left together…not that Ive been—"

Kurt was interrupted when Blaine placed his finger on his lips. "Shh…" He pulled Kurt in and kissed him softly, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing their bodies together. "Lets not waste it then."

They took their time, making sure every single move counted. Every touch, every kiss, and every caress was slow, and careful, and given the time it deserved. Kurt didnt know if he could go for so long without touching Blaine again, but at that moment he wouldnt think about it, because all that mattered was the boy laying in front of him, looking at Kurt like they were the only two people left in the world, and even if they were, hed be perfectly fine with it.

Kurt was kneeling between Blaines legs, and was trailing a rose from the bouquet up his chest, watching him smile at the feeling. "What was the first thing you noticed about me?" Kurt asked, a shy smile on his lips.

"Before or after I helped you out of the sand?" Blaine replied, not opening his eyes.

Kurt tapped him on the forehead with the flower and giggled. "Both."

"Well, before, the first thing I noticed was your ass, because it was only thing I could see when you had fallen face first."

"Reasonable…" It was the first thing Kurt had noticed about Blaine too, before he had fallen into the sand of course.

"And then I guess after…Well, it would have had to have been your eyes." Blaine opened his eyes and smiled at him. "Theyre still the sweetest Ive ever seen."

"Have I told you lately that I love you?" Kurt asked, before leaning down and kissing up Blaines torso.

"I think you have, but I could always use it some more."

"I love you," Kurt whispered multiple times as he kissed Blaines chest, and then his neck.

They had already both came once that night, but they were nowhere near tired. "Ill be right back," Kurt whispered into Blaines ear. He scooted back down Blaines body so he was back between his legs, staring down at his leaking cock, his heartbeat quickening.

He leaned down and licked a long trail up the shaft, hearing Blaine moan loudly. Kurt looked up at him, "If were going to do this youll have to be quiet," Kurt warned playfully.

"Ill be quiet, I promise," Blaine babbled.

"Remember to tell me when youre close, I want to try something."

Blaine nodded quickly and Kurt went back to what he was doing. He held Blaines hips and took all of him into his mouth. He noticed Blaine dig his nails into the sheets, trying to hold back his moans. Kurt swirled his tongue around the tip and then started sucking, gradually harder and harder.

It didnt take long for Blaine to start pulling on his hair, letting him know he wouldnt last much longer. Kurt pulled off and grabbed the condom on the bed next to him and ripped it open with his teeth. After he put in on Blaine he crawled up him, straddled his hips, and slowly lowered himself onto Blaines cock. "Oh my god," he whimpered.

"Are you okay?" Blaine panted, his whole body drenched in sweat.

"Mhm. Are you?" Kurt asked, because he knew how easily Blaine bruised, and he didnt want to put too much pressure on him.

Blaine nodded and grabbed Kurts hips, his touch careful yet forceful enough for him to start moving. He started slowly, and steadily became faster and faster as soon as he started hitting that special spot which made him throw back his head and cry out, despite all his efforts to stay quiet. As soon as Blaine took hold of his cock Kurt knew he was a goner, coming hard and using Blaines shoulders to stay up. Blaine wasnt too longer after, not exactly keeping his promise to stay quiet.

Kurt kissed Blaine passionately, knowing that they wouldnt be doing something like this for a while. "Dont forget about me, okay?" Kurt told him, feeling himself slowly coming back to reality.

"I could never…ever forget about you," Blaine panted.

"Forever?" Kurt asked, looking into Blaines eyes, the same golden ones hed always remember.

"Forever," Blaine repeated.

"Kurt…Kurt…"

"Five more minutes," he mumbled before realizing where he was. He was in his room, and it was still dark outside, but Blaine wasnt laying next to him. He felt around for a few moments before hearing the voice again. "Blaine?"

Kurt looked over and saw Blaine standing at the balcony doors. "Im sorry for waking you," he whispered. "But I thought we should watch one last sunrise together."

Kurt smiled and nodded, taking the sheet from the bed and wrapping it around his back. He took Blaines hand and was led outside, the breeze from the ocean steadily blowing, reminding him of exactly why he was going to miss the ocean.

He wondered what life would have been like if he had never met Blaine, but somewhere in his heart he knew that would never be possible, because they would have found each other some way. Kurt knew that he was destined to save Blaines life, and Blaine was destined to save his. But it wasnt just physically, because they saved each other by just being there, by giving the other someone to love.

No matter what, Kurt could no longer say he wouldnt come back to the ocean, because thats where it all started.