Blaine knew this day was coming, ever since Kurt got his NYADA letter, however much he didn’t want it to. He wanted Kurt to go to New York, and go on Broadway, and live his dreams; but Blaine didn’t like the bit where he had to stay behind in Ohio.
It was the day before Kurt and Rachel were leaving. Blaine had brought Kurt up to the nicest spot in Lima, with a picnic blanket and their usual coffee orders. The sun was setting, so everything had a slight tinge of pink to it, and Kurt and Blaine were cuddled together, watching it set.
“I’m going to miss this.” Kurt whispered.
Blaine looked confused. Kurt had always said that he couldn’t wait to leave small-minded Lima, that New York was where he should be
“I mean us.” Kurt continued. “The little moments like this, with you, the simplicity of the moments, that make me happy, and glad I didn’t give up in those times not so long ago, before you saved me.”
Blaine stopped him there. “I didn’t save you, Kurt. You didn’t need saving. The courage was always there inside you, you just needed to find it.”
Kurt looked up at Blaine and placed a soft kiss on the boy’s lips. Tears were forming in his eyes.
“Kurt, what’s wrong?” Blaine asked
“You’re perfect. You’re perfect for me. That is why I’m crying, because I’ve got to break up with you, you can’t sit here in Lima for a year without me, when there is boys literally begging you to date them.”
“But, I don’t want anyone else but you. As you said, I’m perfect for you, and you’re perfect for me.”
“I’m not Blaine. You deserve someone utterly perfect, I am not.” Kurt sat up, and looked into Blaine hazel eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Kurt stood up, and started running home, he couldn’t let Blaine see him like this, he wanted Blaine’s last memory of him to be a good one, and he deserved that.
“Kurt, wait!” Blaine yelled after Kurt, not bothering to pick up the blanket, or his coffee as he started running. “Kurt, please!”
Blaine caught up with him.
“Blaine, no. Don’t leave yourself hung up on me.” Kurt said, tears now falling down both boys’ faces. “There are so many people better for you than me; you deserve someone who can be there for you. I can’t be.”
“Kurt, I love you. There is no one better for me than you.” Kurt shook his head at this, cursing himself for crying. “At least take this,” Blaine dove into his pockets, and pulled out a llama-shaped pin. “I know how much you love accessorising you’re outfits, and I thought this one would remind you of me. They’re cute and hilarious.”
Kurt smiled, took the pin from Blaine’s shaking hand, and pinned it to his jacket.
“Thank you.” Kurt whispered, again looking into Blaine’s –now tear-filled– eyes.
Kurt kissed Blaine’s cheek for the last time, turned away from him, and walked into his house. At least he didn’t break the promise he made to Blaine when Kurt had transferred back to McKinley from Dalton. He didn’t say goodbye.