"You're still here?" Kurt said. He turned around to look at the window. It was still dark outside, the sun was about to rise.

"As if I'd leave you after last night. How do you feel?"

Kurt shifted a little to look at Blaine and found his entire body ached and their was a sharp pain from inside him. He winced but the discomfort didn't last for long because their were hands stroking down his back and soft lips kissed his forehead.

"Oh darling I am so sorry."

"It.. It felt good at the time."

"I couldn't control myself, I'm so sorry Kurt. I .. I think it'll be easier if.." He shook his head and didn't continue.

"What is it Blaine?"

"I'm sorry. Kurt I woke you up early because I have to go away."

Kurt was knocked from his dreamy state in a second. He sat up and felt that stab of pain again.

"What? Why? Did I do something wrong?"

Blaine instantly reached for him and ran his hands over Kurt's back.

"Shush, no Kurt. You haven't done anything wrong. I just have to go somewhere."

"Could you be more cryptic? Where are you going? And for how long?"

"I can't tell you where I'll be but i'll be close. I'll still be able to protect you."

"I don't need protecting I need you."

"Kurt." Blaine sighed , his eyes looked so sad. It made Kurt feel a little more accepting.

"You're going to come back right?"

"Yes. I'll be near Kurt."

"I just don't understand,if you're going to be near me why can't you come see me?"

"It's complicated, Kurt I'm not meant to be with a Human, there are strict rules, I don't like them but the rules of magic are almost as strict as the rules of physics."

"Magic?"

"Something like it, stuff of the ancients that still remains."

"Ancients?"

"One day i'll be able to explain. I know it's a lot to ask, that you trust me when I'm not telling you anything but it's the only way Kurt."

Kurt took a deep breath, he felt dreadful. He had wanted to keep Blaine near him but after him giving his virginity to him he was leaving. Kurt was scared that he might not come back. He needed a friend, he needed his lover and he was leaving.

"Are you okay?"

Kurt shook his head.

"No, I don't want you to leave. I need to know how long Blaine, I needed to know how long I have to manage without you."

Blaine closed his eyes and leaned his head against Kurt's shoulder.

"How about a week? How about I come see you in a week whatever happens. I promise."

"A week?" Kurt thought about it. A week could either pass very slowly or very quickly. Given the current circumstances Kurt knew it was going to feel like forever. But he would have something to hold onto, something to keep going for. It would be just enough.

"You promise?"

"I promise Kurt. In seven nights I will be back in your bed."

"Okay." Kurt sighed.

Blaine ran his fingers along Kurt's jaw. Kurt turned his head and leaned into his kiss. There was something about it that wasn't right though.

"Why did that feel like goodbye?" He asked not opening his eyes.

"I'm never saying goodbye to you Kurt."
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Kurt woke up to an empty bed.
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"Kurt."

There was another knock on his door. Kurt sighed and put his copy of vogue down.

"Come in."

Burt looked nervously at Kurt.

"I'm okay Dad."

Burt relaxed his shoulders slightly.

"Why haven't you come down for breakfast?"

"I just feel a little ill that's all."

Burt went and sat on the side of his bed.

"Do you really feel ill or are you depressed?"

"Perhaps a little bit of both."

Burt sighed.

"I am ill Dad, I'm not lying about that."

"Do you need to see a doctor?"

"No. I just need some rest."

"How about breakfast in bed?"

Kurt smiled.

"Coffee and maybe some cereal."

"Can do."

"Thanks Dad, you're the best."

"I know, it was written on that mug you gave me for fathers day remember."

Kurt smiled and watched as hid Dad walked out f his room. Then he flung himself into his pillows and groaned. The amount of blood on his sheets had surprised him, he would have to wait for everybody to leave the house before he washed the sheets. Thank god that he had an en-suite. At least he knew for certain that Blaine was real now. The not so dull ache inside him was proof enough. It felt very awkward to be hiding this and having his father come into his room.

There was another knock on the door and Kurt pulled himself up trying not to make a noise for the pain.

"So, tea, grapes, yogurt and muesli and aspirin. I know you said coffee but you wanted to sleep and coffee will keep you awake."

"Thank you." Kurt said truly meaning it.

Burt put the tray on Kurt's bed. When Kurt looked down he saw that their were some papers on the tray.

"What are those?"

"There print outs and brochures from other schools in the area. Some are public, some are private. There from within two hours drive, whichever one you want we can work it all out." Burt rested his hand against Kurt's shoulder. "We'll look around whichever ones you want, I don't want you to worry about anything except finding the one that feels right, okay?"

Kurt took a deep breath, he had to get back to his education with as little disruption as possible. The fact that he accepted that didn't mean that it was going to be easy. He looked at the titles of the print outs, schools he knew in Lima and the neighboring towns.

The brochure was different from the others, it was glossy and black bordered in red with a picture of a large old brick-built building on the front with along drive way. He would have glanced at it and passed it off as being too expensive if the name hadn't of caught his eye.

"Dalton."

"Yeah, I hear they are really good. I'm not going to lie to you it is two hour away and it's known for being tough and you'd have to board but I think it's probably the best of the lot of them."

"I've heard of it."

It had taken a while for Kurt to remember where he had heard it, hadn't Blaine whispered that to him? Wasn't he meant to go there for some reason?

"It looks expensive."

Burt straightened his back a little.

"Well it is, but it's strange I looked on their website this morning and they advertised a singing scholarship."

"Singing Scholarship, I've never heard of a singing scholarship."

"I know right but it's not just about sports anymore. I guess a posh school like that focuses on the arts and culture and things. Let me think, it said something about it's glee club being well known and the place was open for anybody to try out but being a counter-ten or something would be an advantage."

"A counter tenor?"

"Yeah I think that was it."

"Dad, I'm a counter tenor."

I his excitement Kurt forgot his soreness and sat up. He hissed and shut his eyes.

"Kurt?" His dad said worriedly. "Are you alright what is it?"

"It's just a pulled muscle in my back Dad. I did it yesterday but it feels worse today."

"How did you pull your muscle?"

"Dad, what's with all the questions?"

"It wasn't one of your bullies?"

"No. I was trying to copy Shakira, I just thought after the twisted ankle at the start of the year you would prefer not to know the details."

"That nurse just didn't believe you'd been dancing on a table in the food court sober. So.. do you want to visit Dalton, I can organize it for you?"

"Yes."