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The next few weeks were nerve wrecking. Kurt kept his mind on school and his last showcase trying to push NYADA and leaving Blaine behind out of his mind. That was more easier said than done thanks to Rachel, who decided it was best to dwell on about how she chased Madam Tibideaux down and was—shockingly--denied another audition on the spot.

“I just don't understand, it wouldn't have taken much of her time.” Rachel kept saying. “I know exactly what song I would have performed. If she only gave me another chance, I could prove to her that I am meant to be at NYADA.”

“Rachel, fill out the application and submit it for your junior year or transfer for next spring semester. I'm sure with your roll in Wicked and all of your showcases, your resume is much more developed.” Kurt reasoned over lunch one day.

Rachel jabbed at the lettuce in her salad, she looked as though she were actually considering what Kurt said.

“She was already here, it would have taken five minutes at the most.”

Kurt sighed realizing his advice was falling on deaf ears. Blaine rubbed Kurt's back sensing his frustration.

“Rachel, Kurt has a point. Your resume is probably amazing by now and with your talent I'm sure you'll be a shoe in next year for NYADA.”

Rachel glanced back and forth and shrugged, still utterly defeated. Kurt hated when Rachel played the victim. He had more important things to deal with than Rachel's pity party. As horrible as that sounded in his head.

“If I get in, I'll put in a good word for you.” Kurt promised.

A smile stretched Rachel's features. Before she could say anything a shadow was cast over their table.

“Well look, if it isn't baby Barbra, old Betty White, and the Captain Gay Sparrow.” Sebastian smirked down at them, his hands shoved into his pockets.

“Anyone else just lose their appetite?” Kurt murmured.

“Calm down.” Sebastian said. “I'm here on gentler terms, so you can put your pitch forks and torches away. I'm here to congratulate you, Kurt, on your NYADA audition. My Dad happens to be old friends with Madam Tibideaux, he helped settle a law suit a few years back. I have it on good authority that she absolutely adored her little turban out of you.”

Kurt looked back to Blaine who just gave a confused shrug. “Why are you congratulating me exactly?”

“Because I'm trying this whole nice thing. I'm going to see how far it takes me, apparently no one appreciates it. Your welcome by the way, I see you and Blaine are back to being a sickingly adorable couple.”

“You know this all just sounds sarcastic coming from you.” Rachel chimed in.

“I said I was trying to be nice, I can't be blamed if you all take it in a different light.” Sebastian took a seat beside Rachel without asking. She scowled and pulled her salad away form him.

“I apologized for the nasty things I did this year, especially almost blinding you, Blaine. Now I want to start over. Hi, I'm Sebastian Smythe.”

“And we're not interested.” Rachel spat. She collected her belongings and stood up, he nose raised in the air. When neither Blaine or Kurt made a move to follow she stood there with an awkward expression on her face. “Guys?”

Blaine opened his mouth to say something but looked to Kurt to continue for him. Kurt eyed Sebastian caustiously. “Sebastian is like a bad rash you can't get rid of, regardless of how much expensive top of the line cream you use.”

“Is that analogy something you deal with in real life, Hummel? Cause if so, I'm a little uncomfortable being compared to a rash of yours.” Sebastian smirked smuggly.

Kurt shot him a look that told him to keep his mouth shut. “However annoying he was this year and how downright rude and mean he can be--”

“I like to think of myself as aggressively nice.” Sebastian winked at Kurt earning him another glare.

“He did apologize unprovoked, and admittedly he helped Blaine and I get back together.” Kurt turned his gaze on Blaine now giving him a soft smile. “He helped me realize how much of an idiot I was being.”

Rachel still looked wary of Sebastian. She opened her mouth to argue but decided to bit her tongue. Taking a seat back beside Sebastian she huffed and held her hand out to him. He arched a brow and took her hand. Rachel squeezed it tighter than she needed to, it caught Sebastian off guard but it made him laugh a little.

“Thanks Kurt.” Sebastian said, his nose wrinkling. “I get all tingly when you become the bigger man.”

“That's enough, Sebastian.” Blaine scoffed.

Sebastian turned his focus to Blaine, “Long time no talk, killer. Look I'm not going to be all Brady Bunch with you three. Blaine and I have history as friends, but you two I'm not going to link arms and sing Kumbaya just because I decided to turn up my nice factor toward you.” Sebastian stood up and fixed his shirt. He still had that arrogant air about him. Kurt couldn't help but smile a little.

“I was so looking forward to singing Kumbaya with you too.”

“Frenemies.” Sebastian said to Rachel and Kurt. “Don't expect sleep overs and movie nights. I'll tolerate you.”

“Wouldn't expect anything else.” Kurt said still smiling.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Don't make me regret being nice to you.” He didn't wait for them to say anything else and walked off.

“Bye Sebastian.” Kurt called after him as he walked off.

Rachel leaned forward on the table. “Did that really just happen? I think we may have entered the Twilight Zone.”

Kurt chuckled and sipped his Vitamin Water. “Sebastian has a softer side to him.”

“Kurt's right. This bad boy thing is just an act. I've been friends long enough to know that he is always this way to people he doesn't fully trust.” Blaine said.

Kurt shook his head. “I don't care if he trusts me or not, just so long as he doesn't try to blind anyone again.”

Rachel drummed her fingers on the table. “I still don't like him. Except, he called me baby Barbra. Does that mean he thinks I could be the next Barbra?”

Kurt and Blaine exchanged a smirk and ignored Rachel's question.

Walking back to the room, Rachel went a head wanting to get to Finn and Kurt's mailbox to check for the NYADA letter. Kurt didn't have the energy to argue to chase after her. Blaine held onto his hand and just chuckled softly as Rachel darted off. They walked in silence together for a minute. Kurt's mind swimming through a million what ifs.

“Blaine, when are we going to talk about it?” Kurt finally asked.

“Hm, talk about what?”

Kurt sighed, “You know what. When...if I move to New York. What are you going to do? We've discussed it on a basic level but then we brush it off.”

Blaine tried to keep the smile on his face. Kurt could see it in Blaine's eyes though that this was one conversation he didn't want to have. “I told you. I'm going to visit you every chance I get, and skype and-”

“I know, but for how long? I don't want to sound like a pessimist, I'm just trying to be realistic. How long can we go with just seeing each other through a screen, and for the rare occasion on a weekend here and there?”

Blaine hung his head coming to a stop. He kept a hold of Kurt's hand. “Kurt. I love you. I don't care what we have to do, I still want to be with you.”

“Transfer.” Kurt blurted out. Blaine looked taken aback by the suggestion.

“W-what?”

“You heard me.” Kurt took Blaine's hand in both of his. “Transfer. Maybe not to NYADA but to some other school in the city. I bet you could get into any of them. NYU is still accepting late admissions and I know they have a fantastic music program. We could an apartment and we'll both go to school in New York, you won't have to drive up on random weekends.”

Blaine stood there taking in everything Kurt was suggesting. He sighed shaking his head. “Kurt, I couldn't-”

Kurt tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean you couldn't? Of course you could. I'll help you with the applications.”

“No, my uh...my parents wouldn't let me.” Blaine said. “They're paying for my school and if they knew I wanted to transfer to New York to be with you...Kurt they would never let me do that.”

In that moment Kurt choked back tears. He knew that Mr. Anderson was thrilled with him, and Mrs. Anderson wouldn't do a single thing about it but he had no idea that he was hated that much. Kurt pulled Blaine closer to him ignoring that they were in public.

“Forget them.” Kurt said, desperate. “I don't want to go to New York without you. I won't. I'm not leaving you here to be some kind of internet boyfriend.”

Blaine stroked the side of Kurt's face. “I-...I'm sorry.”

Kurt quickly dried his eyes and started walking again leaving Blaine to catch up. He laced his fingers with Kurt and squeezed his hand reassuringly. “You said we'd be okay, didn't you?”

“I did.” Kurt muttered. “I want us to be. I'll never say goodbye to you.”

“I know babe.” Blaine kissed the back of Kurt's hand. “As long as you think we'll be okay than we will, remember I said that? Come on, let's see if your letter came. If Rachel hasn't already torn into it.”

As soon as they entered the building, Rachel was standing there bouncing on the balls of her feet she was waving a letter in the air. “Where have you been?” She scolded rushing over. “Kurt. Kurt, it came it's right here.”

Kurt couldn't feel his legs. He stared down at the envelope Rachel was waving in his face. Blaine smiled a helped to guide them over to the elevator. Blaine peered over at Rachel inside the elevator.

“Rachel, how did you know their mail box combination?”

Rachel smiled broadly, proud of herself. “Finn gave it to me last semester. I get things mailed to their box all the time. I send him little gifts.”

“Cute.”

“Oh my God.” Kurt murmured breaking up their conversation. “What if I didn't get in?” He asked, his face paled.

Blaine rubbed Kurt's shoulders and ushered him out the door as the elevator took them to their floor. “Kurt, you got in. I know you did. Sebastian seems to think you did.”

Rachel snorted. “Yes, and he is such a reliable source.” she flinched and changed her tone. “I mean, of course you got in sweetie. You were fabulous!”

Finn was already inside of the room, having just gotten back from class. They all stood anxiously in front of Kurt as he stared down at the envelope. Rachel was the first one to break the silence.

“Kurt. Open it.”

He took a deep breath and turned the envelope over in his hands. Slowly he slid his fingers under the fold and started to tear it. Everyone in the room held their breath and Kurt took out the folded paper inside. He flipped it open, trying not to get his hopes up. There was a terrified expression frozen on his face and his eyes quickly read the formal greeting and onto the body of the letter. Kurt stood very still, almost forgetting to breathe.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked, becoming concerned by the silence.

Kurt glanced up, “I got in.” he sounded unsure almost confused by it. Rachel and Finn cheered as Kurt repeated himself with more confidence. “I got in!”

Tears started to form and in an instant Blaine was in front of him, grabbing his face with his hands and pressing a kiss to Kurt's lips. Kurt broke the kiss gasping for air before wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck and cheering out loud. He kissed him again and buried his face into his boyfriend's neck.

“Oh Kurt!” Blaine exclaimed, his eyes watering. “I knew you would get in.”

“Kurt I'm proud!” Rachel didn't wait to be invited and welcomed herself to the hug between Kurt and Blaine. Finn decided to join as well.

“Told you you'd get in dude.”

The group hug broke and Kurt stood back, his face a light with joy. He had gotten into NYADA before, but now it seemed like he could actually go. In that moment of happiness Kurt forgot about the one thing keeping him in Ohio now, Blaine. He was focused on New York and getting to attend one of the best Musical Theater schools in the country. He jumped in the air and stared at the letter praying that he didn't read it wrong. It still said he had been accepted for the fall term.

“Oh my God.” Kurt exclaimed. Then his face fell as reality sunk in. “Oh my God. I have...I have so much to do. I have to find a place to live, and clothes. Oh, I need to go shopping and get a whole new wardrobe just for New York. And classes, I need to go on and sign up for those.”

Blaine watched Kurt with pride but there was a bit of sadness in his eyes. While Kurt was talking things over with himself, he turned to Rachel.

“Rach, can I talk to you out in the hall for a minute?”

Kurt had heard Blaine wanting alone time with Rachel but it didn't bother him. He was too busy fumbling with his phone to call his Dad and Carol and tell them the great news.

Kurt was still on a high a few days after the letter of acceptance. He couldn't stop smiling even though in his head he knew this meant leaving Blaine in Ohio. Over the last couple days, Kurt noticed a slight change in Blaine. He was a little more distant and more quiet than he usually was. Laying in Blaine's arms on the futon one night while watching the newest Project Runway, Kurt tilted his head back to stare at Blaine.

“You're quiet tonight.” Kurt observed.

Blaine smirked and ran his fingers through Kurt's hair softly. “I'm watching the show. I'm hoping that Carter doesn't go home.”

Kurt scowled a little knowing that couldn't have been the reason but before he could say anything Blaine continued.

“Also, exams are next week and I'm just a little stressed. Can you believe the year is ending? It all went by so fast.”

Kurt closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of Blaine's fingertips on his scalp. He hummed in response resting his head back on Blaine's chest.

“So much has happened. I got a role in Wicked, I broke my hand on some guys jaw, I got into NYADA for a second time, and I met you.” He said the last one with a great big smile that spread to Blaine. “When you stop and think about it, Kurt Hummel has had a pretty good year.”

Blaine chuckled lightly and kissed Kurt on the top of his head. “Blaine Anderson’s year hasn't been horrible either. Remember when I got to wear that eye-patch for a few weeks. That was the best.” He teased. “Oh and then there was you.”

Kurt elbowed him lightly and laughed along with Blaine. When their laughter subsided, he ran his fingers over Blaine's arm. Blaine shivered at the touch but rested his head on Kurt's with a gentle sigh.

“Have you given anymore thought of transferring?” Kurt asked quietly.

“Kurt, I told you that my parents-”

“What if I talked to them, or if you didn't tell them about me going to NYADA.” Kurt suggested.

Blaine shifted uncomfortably. This conversation wasn't something he was willing to have. “Can we just watch the show.”

“Blaine.” Kurt begged. “I told you, I'm not going to New York without you.”

Blaine shushed him and kissed his head again. “I know. I know. Fine, I'll talk to them. Promise me that you'll go to New York though.”

Kurt frowned and held onto Blaine's arm tight, wanting to sink into him. He reluctantly nodded. “I promise. My Dad and I are going to look at apartments after exam week. A friend of mine lives out there, I may be able to room with him until I find a place I can afford. I mean, we can afford. You can get things settled here and I'll just meet you out there at the end of the summer.” Kurt sounded so hopeful.

Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's neck kissing him a few times on the neck, making Kurt melt and totally forget the conversation. He shifted his position so that now Blaine was on top of him. Kurt ran his hand down the side of Blaine's face.

“I love you.” Kurt said simply.

Blaine smiled. “I love you more than anything.”

He leaned down and kissed Kurt passionately, pouring everything he could into the kiss. Kurt was surprised by it but didn't question the amount of emotion. This was perfect. Kurt couldn't wait until they were both in New York with their own apartment. If he could wake up beside Blaine every morning for the rest of his life he would be happy and content.