Time was ticking.

I knew I had to do something, but my mind wasn't thinking straight. My body wouldn't let me get up and go to that airport.

I knew I couldn't stop him from leaving to go to NY. He had to accomplish his dreams and I wouldn't let myself hold him back.

But I needed him. I couldn't live without him.

I was just so frustrated.

Frustrated because I wanted him to go, but I didn't want to see him leave.

Frustrated at myself because I was just sitting there and not doing anything.

My phone vibrated in my hand, startling me.

I looked down at the text I had just received.

It was Rachel.

"We're leaving to go to the airport, Blaine."

Shit.

I had 20 minutes until they arrived at the airport.

That left me with 20 minutes to figure out what the hell I was going to do.

I didn't have to stop him from going to NY, but I could at least tell him I loved him, one last time before I never got the chance to say it to his face again.

I stood up, shaking, from fear and hope and hatred towards myself for doing what I was about to do.

Because I didn't want him to stay. I wanted him to be happy. But I needed him to stay. Every time I was away from him, I felt like I was slipping back down into that black hole of depression I was once in before I met him on the Dalton staircase that morning.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

"My name's Blaine."

"Kurt."

If I felt so lonely when he left me for a few hours, I knew I wouldn't be able to stand a year away from him.

I would probably end up self-harming myself once more.

And I didn't want to go through that ever again.

So, I wiped away the last tear drops running from my gleaming eyes with the back of my palm before running to my moms room and grabbing the thing I thought would help me get him to stay.

Then I grabbed my coat and my dangling keys.

And opened my car door, fastly, because I only had 10 minutes until the plane took off.

I pulled into a empty parking spot, not caring how well I parked.

4 minutes.

I jumped out of the car, leaving it unlocked, and leaving the keys inside.

The only thing I needed was right in my pocket.

I ran as fast as I could, pushing people out of the way whenever they were in my path.

I finally got to the airport building, and pushed my way through the doors, tumbling down onto the floor, before looking up and realizing that it was a automatic door.

Idiot.

Whatever. I didn't have time to worry about how stupid I looked right now, because, really, I didn't care.

All that I cared about was Kurt.

I looked up at the clock.

2 minutes.

I was running, full pace, through the airport, when I realized that the airport security were chasing after me and yelling.

"Stop!"

"Is he crazy?"

"You can't do that, sir!"

Keep running, I told myself.

Don't stop.

You have to do this.

You have to get to Kurt before it's too late.

So, I kept running.

I was so out of breath and light headed, I almost stopped.

I almost stopped, but then I remembered why I was there.

Because of him.

Because I loved him.

Because I couldn't stand to be away from him for one second.

Because he was my whole entire life.

And I couldn't let that slip right out of my hands.

1 minute.

I was running like the world depended on it.

Because, for me, it did.

My heart was racing, and my palms were sweating and I would not stop sprinting.

Not for anything.

WAIT.

STOP.

I knew that boy.

I knew all of his features.

I could read him like a map.

I knew all his secrets.

All his hopes and dreams.

I knew he wanted to go to NY more then anything.

Don't take that away from him, Blaine.

You can leave now.

You can turn right back around and he'll get to go and live in NY and be happy.

No.

I came all this way and I was not going to stop.

"KURT!" I called.

"KURT! STOP!"

He whipped his head around, scanning the whole airport, looking dazed and confused.

I kept running.

Then, all of a sudden, BAM!

I ran right into him.

Into his perfect body.

Into the boy that I loved.

He stumbled backwards, gasping and held his hand up to his head as he tried to steady himself.

Then he looked taken aback, shocked.

"B-Blaine. Wh-What are you doing here?" he whispered out, softly.

"I love you." I blurted out before I knew what I was saying.

Kurt smiled softly and shook his head.

"I know- but I have to get on my plane. Right now. I'm just waiting for Rachel to get out of the bathroom" he mumbled, looking slightly upset.

"Stop. Just listen to me. I love you, Kurt. I love you more then anything in the world. You are my world. You saved me from myself. You saved me from the person I never wanted to become and made me happy with who I am today. I want you to go to NY, I do. I want you to be happy. I want you to accomplish your dreams. But I need you. I need you to stay in Lima with me. I know that sounds selfish, but I can't stand to be without you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I will never stop loving you. So, you can either get on that plane and go to NY or-"

I fumbled in my pocket, searching for the thing I took off my mom's dresser.

I was shaking and nervous, but I knew this is what I needed to do.

I need to be with him forever.

And my mom gave me it, she told me to have it for when the time was right.

And now was the time.

I pulled out the ivory box, and looked up at Kurt's face.

It was a mixture of passion and confusion.

Then I opened the lid and got down on one knee.

Kurt gasped, tears streaming out his beautiful bright blue eyes.

He lifted a hand up to his mouth, and I realized he was trembling, too.

"You can marry me." I finished, trying to sound confident, but it only came out as a whisper.

My stomach was turning and I couldn't stop the tears running down my face.

I looked up into Kurt's eyes.

He was smiling.

He was smiling even though he was crying.

"Blaine- I- Yes." He squealed, giggling now, and jumping up and down.

I got up off my knee and swooped him up in one swift movement, wrapping my arms around his warm body and pushing his smooth hair out of his eyes before looking into them and letting out "You've always been my teenage dream, Kurt Hummel-Anderson."

Then he shyly smiled back and whispered in my ear "I love you. And I'll be your teenage dream as long as you will let me."

"Forever" I breathed out before I kissed him, soft and passionate on the lips.