The night before had been filled with such positivity, hope and happiness but the new morning came with a heavy weight that had an overbearing despair to it. Blaine turned in the bed, releasing himself from Kurt's hold so he could lie on his stomach and gaze at his lover.

Blaine had shared his heart, opened it as far and as wide as it had ever been opened and in the midst of their love-making the night before, Blaine had realized his love and shared it. It was something he had never experienced and he did not regret saying those three words one little bit. Now Kurt knew that Blaine loved him and Blaine knew that Kurt cared, he knew there were feelings there but how far and how deep they went, Blaine didn't know. He just hoped they were as deep as his.

It was all down to Kurt now. It was all up to Kurt to make the next move.

Blaine sighed and released his elbow so he could snuggle back down into the crook of Kurt's shoulder and body. It was warm, cosy and peaceful there. He never wanted to leave and selfishly he never wanted anyone else to lie in this spot, it should be a spot that from now on was to be only reserved for him.

Blaine closed his eyes and tried desperately to find the sleep that he had just been happily entombed within because the feeling of despair was starting to crush his chest. Nothing could stop him from thinking about the truth that this morning held:

Today was their last day together.

The heavy feeling still had not subsided at breakfast. They ate silently, facing each other at opposite ends of the table, each lost in their own thoughts of what was coming. When he had finally finished eating, Blaine rested his head in his hand on the table. He couldn't help himself, their time was limited and he couldn't spend the rest of the day in silence.

"What are you thinking about, sitting here all by yourself?" Blaine asked his voice filled with the melancholy that had consumed his soul.

"The fact that this will be our last night together," Kurt said softly meeting his eyes. Blaine's heart stopped within his chest upon discovering that their last day was also engraved on Kurt's mind. "Then you'll finally be rid of me," Kurt added playfully.

Blaine eyed Kurt achingly hoping that his feelings were not too close to the surface, ‘Oh, but I never want to be rid of you!' he thought to himself. ‘Be with me forever!'

"Well, you've been pretty tough to take," he said instead, hoping that his joking tone belied the emotions he was trying to control.

"My business is almost over, so I'm going back to New York."

Blaine's heart beat hard in anticipation. One. Hard. Beat. At. A. Time.

So this is what it feels like to be in love and having to wait and see if it is going to go unrequited.

Kurt paused seeing the pain that Blaine hadn't been able to stop from flashing across his face. Kurt smiled softly, "I'd really like to see you again."

"You would?" Blaine almost gasped. There was hope.

"Yes, yes I would. I've arranged for you to have an apartment, a car and a wide variety of stores, guaranteed to suck up to you anytime you want to go shopping." Kurt rested his chin on his hand and gazed into those beautiful honey colored eyes. "Everything's done," he declared. Kurt smiled proudly at his preparations but Blaine's face fell, hard, as he heard the list that Kurt had just rambled off. This is not what he wanted. It wasn't what he wanted at all. He swallowed his disappointment down.

"What else?" Blaine asked, the tears that he had prevented from falling down his face flooding his voice instead. "You gonna leave some money by the bed when you pass through town?"

"Blaine, it really wouldn't be like that!" Kurt exclaimed in shock. He hadn't meant it to sound like that at all.

"How would it be?" Because Blaine really couldn't see how else it could be. Didn't he mean anything to Kurt? What was this sound inside him? Was that the sound of his heart breaking already?

"For one thing, it'd get you off the streets," Kurt started trying to go with the obvious and steer away from the real issue that was at play here: Kurt owning up to his real feelings.

"That's just geography," Blaine retorted, disappointed and angry that that was all Kurt could come up with. He pushed away from the table rising to his feet. He suddenly needed air. He needed some space where he could recollect his thoughts and try to grasp those fragments of his soul that had started to fall away into hopelessness.

Kurt wasn't about to let him go though. He followed but stopped uncertain as to just how close he should stand. He hadn't missed what Blaine had expressed the night before and he believed he knew what Blaine yearned for, he did, but Kurt still had to ask. He had to hear it directly from his lips. 

"Blaine, what is it you want?" Kurt asked from a short distance behind him. "What do you see happening between us?"

"I don't know," Blaine answered shaking his head. He looked out across the balcony and beyond to the soft puffy clouds that he wished could carry him away, far away to somewhere where Kurt had immediately returned his feelings. He landed back in his childhood dreams and memories instead and decided to share his one childhood dream.

"When I was little boy, my mama used to lock me in the attic when I was bad, which was pretty often," Blaine began, a soft smile coming to his lips when he remembered his mischievous ways. "And I would....I would pretend that I was a prince, trapped in a tower by a wicked queen." He ran his hand through his curls as he remembered. "And then suddenly, this knight, on a white unicorn, with these colors just like a rainbow would come charging up and draw his sword, and I would wave. And he would climb up the tower and rescue me." The smile left Blaine's face as he returned to the balcony and sensed Kurt behind him. "But never, in all the time that I had this dream did the knight say to me ‘Come on, baby. I'll put you up in a great condo.'"

Blaine swallowed deeply, waiting, hoping that he hadn't said too much but really he had said everything, virtually begging for Kurt to be that knight who would come and rescue him.

Kurt floundered, lost in the abundance of emotions that he was not used to trying to process. He held his hand up to touch Blaine, still unsure as how to respond but stopped as the phone in his pocket started to ring.

"Yes," Kurt said impatiently into the phone annoyed that they had been interrupted.

"I had to call," Rachel told him excitedly. She was standing in her bathroom going through her elaborate morning skin ritual. "I just got off the phone with Santana. Get this. She wants to meet with you. Today!"

"What about?" Kurt asked unable to tear his eyes off of Blaine's back. He longed to be able to go to him, to wrap his arms around him and tell that yes, he did indeed love him. Yes, he did want him in his life forever. Why was it so hard for him to do that, to take that step?

"She wouldn't say," Rachel declared and Kurt snapped back to the phone conversation. His eyes remained on Blaine though as he spoke drinking in his gloomy stance.

"Kurt, I think we've got her. Head on the block," Rachel snapped her towel over her leg. "We've got her. She's really caving in."

"Have Santana meet me downtown this morning," Kurt informed Rachel quickly. He wanted to get back to Blaine as quickly as possible. He placed his phone back in his pocket but paused before braving to close the distance between him and Blaine.

"I have to go now," Kurt told him softly, both of them still unable to meet the other in the eye. "I want you to understand, I heard everything you said." He blinked hard and in that fleeting second of darkness his eyes caught a different image where he cupped Blaine's face and kissed him gently on the lips. But his eyes snapped back open and Blaine's forlorn expression tortured him once more. "This is all I'm capable of right now," he whispered. "It's a very big step for me."

Blaine tried to shrug off his response but inside he could feel his chest caving in on its self. ‘Don't worry', he told himself, ‘you don't really need him'. His hands came up though and straightened Kurt's tie.

"I know." He tried to make his voice steady but he failed miserably. "It's a really good offer for a guy like me."

"I've never treated you like a prostitute," Kurt told him. He stared for one last moment and turned to leave.

Blaine shook his head in disbelief at just how unaware and oblivious Kurt was to his actions and words.

"You just did," he stammered his voice wavering as a single tear slid down his cheek.