The three weeks between the prom and nationals were busy for both of them. Kurt had extra glee club practices and they both had a lot of schoolwork with end of year exams and assignments, plus Kurt had spent the whole last week planning a funeral for Coach Sylvester's sister. They didn't get to see each other as often as they would have liked to, but they always talked on the phone for at least a few minutes every night.
"Are you busy tomorrow night?" Blaine asked. "After tomorrow's chemistry exam, I finally have two days with no exams and no assignments due."
"Mr. Shue scheduled another song writing session until nine o'clock. He seems a bit panicked that we still haven't come up with anything decent. Then I'll probably be up late studying for my History exam. I'm sorry, I wish I was free."
"That's okay, we'll see each other on the weekend like we planned. I miss you."
"I miss you too. Goodnight, Blaine."
"Goodnight."
The next night, Kurt walked out of the school just after 9:00. Song writing had not gone well. Santana's tribute to Karofsky's abs had been truly disgusting – and that was still the best they had. Quinn had started singing a venom-filled song, obviously directed at Finn, but had ended-up screaming and storming out. And no one seemed to have any better ideas. He was frustrated that he'd just wasted three hours, and was dreading the number of hours of studying he still had left.
The New Directions members went their separate ways as they reached the parking lot. As Kurt reached his car, he was surprised to see a familiar silver car parked next to his own. And there was Blaine, looking his usual dreamy self, leaning against the door.
"I know you're busy tonight, but I thought you could use some coffee for your late night studying," Blaine says, handing him a cup of coffee.
Kurt takes it and sets it on the roof of his car. "Thank you," he says, slipping his arms around Blaine. "Did you really drive all this way jus t to bring me coffee?"
"No, I just needed to see you, even if it was only for a few minutes," he says, pulling Kurt even closer to him.
The parking lot empties as all the other New Directions members leave and there's no one else around.
"How did the song writing go?"
"Awful, we've still got nothing."
"Well, you've still got some time before you leave. I'm sure you guys will come up with something great."
"I hope so, since we don't really have a back-up plan if we don't," said Kurt, leaning in close to Blaine.
They stood there with their arms around each other. Kurt wasn't sure how much time had passed, but things like studying never seemed as important when he was with Blaine. He was in no hurry to get home.
It was 9:45 when he finally got in his car. He could still feel Blaine's long, lingering goodnight kiss on his lips. His father wouldn't be impressed with his late arrival, but he didn't care. The frustration he'd been feeling earlier had been replaced by the giddy feeling he always got when he was close to Blaine. It would probably be easier to study now anyway, he reassured himself.
Things continued to be busy right up until Kurt's departure for New York. Mr. Shue kept adding extra practices. Blaine was feeling overwhelmed with the number of assignments he had due in the next week. They managed a quick coffee date on Saturday, but it didn't seem long enough to either one of them.
The night before Kurt left, Blaine was on his way to Kurt's house, trying to ignore the guilty feeling he was having for not spending more time studying for the math test he had tomorrow. He wasn't looking forward to having Kurt gone. Sure, they'd gone four days without seeing each other before, but he'd always known that Kurt was close enough that he could see him if he wanted to. He didn't like the idea of him being so far away.
The sight of Kurt's room was a bit shocking to Blaine, even though he'd expected Kurt to be packing. There were clothes everywhere. How could Kurt even manage to fit all of this stuff in his closet, he wondered?
"Oh, good," said Kurt when he saw Blaine. "You can help me pack. I can't decide what to bring."
"It's just four days. You have enough stuff here for four months."
"It's not just four days. It's four days in New York. I don't know what to wear for New York."
Blaine helped Kurt sort through things for an hour or so, but it was obvious that it was going to take a lot longer than that for Kurt to finish packing. "Kurt, I think I'm going to go. I have a math test tomorrow that I should finish studying for."
"I'm sorry it's taking me so long to pack," said Kurt, leaving his suitcase to come put his arms around Blaine. "I promise you'll have my full attention as soon as this New York trip is over."
Blaine sighed, "It seems too long to wait. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too."
"No you won't. You'll be having a great time."
"And wishing you were with me the whole time. It would be great if we could go to New York together sometime." He pauses, pulling back to look at Blaine. "I think that's where I want to go to school when I graduate."
"I thought that might be what you had in mind, you talk about New York so much. Don't worry, I already checked out the programs at NYU and they look good to me."
"Really? You'd come with me?"
"I'm definitely not going to let you go so far away for more than four days, so four years is definitely out of the question. Just think about it, as soon as we graduate, Baby, you and I are headed to New York."
"Okay, now I'm really excited to see all those places we'll be able to visit together next year. I'm not sure if that last outfit was good enough for that. Are you sure the skulls weren't too much?"
Laughing, Blaine says "Okay, I'm going to leave you to make the final decisions. Don't lose too much sleep, though. You look stunning no matter what you're wearing. Goodnight," he says, kissing Kurt.
"Goodnight," Kurt says happily. "Thanks, Blaine."