We all want to know, how it ends.

Hopeful. Excited
Kurt woke singing that Friday morning. He was ready to fly. New York was calling his name. Sure, he would miss his dad. Carole. Finn. His friends. Blaine.

Blaine

Oh, happily ever after, wouldn't you know, wouldn't you know.
Oh, skip to the ending, who'd like to know, I'd like to know.
Author of the moment, can you tell me, do I end up, do I end up happy?

They had discussed this day for months. They knew it was coming. Kurt had no qualms, no fear at leaving Blaine behind. He and Blaine, they were committed. Nothing was going to tear them apart. They were strong, together.

They were better, together.

Inhale, breathe steady, exhale, like you're ready, if you're ready or not.
Just a boy and a girl gonna to take on the world, and we want to get caught.
In the middle of a very happy ending, let's see what we've got, let's give it a shot.
Let's give it a shot.

We all want to know, how it ends.

Kurt wasn’t stupid. He knew New York was nothing like Lima. There would be tons of guys in New York. But he wasn’t going there for guys. He was going there for him, for his dreams. He was going there to sing. To learn. To try and fail. To try again and succeed. To make mistakes and make them again. To do what he loved and regret nothing.

Oh, happily ever after, wouldn't you know, wouldn't you know.
Oh, skip to the ending, who'd like to know, I'd like to know.
Author of the moment, can you tell me, do I end up, do I end up happy?

The future is a funny thing. It never is what you think, but by the time you get there maybe you don’t even remember what you thought. It can elate, it can disappoint. It can satisfy, it can satiate. It is the great unknown, toward which every step, carefully calculated or not, can be the greatest adventure of your life.

We all have a story to tell.
Whether we whisper or yell.
We all have a story, of adolescence and all it's glory.
We all have a story to tell.

Kurt rests his head on the window of the 747 that is transporting him to his adventure. Where will he be in four years? Eight? Will he make it on Broadway? Will he return to Lima? Will he marry Blaine? Will he live the life he always dreamed? Or will he find another path, hidden at first, which takes him in an entirely different direction, but makes him equally as happy? The questions circle in his head; he can’t answer any of them. But one thing is certain:

There is no turning back now.

Oh, happily ever after, wouldn't you know, wouldn't you know.
Oh, skip to the ending, who'd like to know, I'd like to know.
Author of the moment, can you tell me, do I end up, do I end up happy?

We all have a story to tell.