The drive to the airport was completely silent. Blaine and I were sitting in the backseat, holding hands tighter than ever. I never wanted to let go of his hand. It was warm, familiar and safe. I was about to let go and head straight into a new world. I was both terrified and excited. Blaine was looking out of the window and biting his lip hard. I could tell that he was already about to start crying. I changed place so that I was sitting right next to him instead.

"Don't cry," I said and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. He let out a long breath and hugged me close.

"How can I not?" I didn't have any good answer to that so I just held him tight and enjoyed the warmth that was radiating from his body. I was going to miss that warmth so much. I kissed him on the lips over and over again and then I kissed away his tears. I knew that Burt and Carole were probably watching from the front of the car, but I didn't care. These were my last minutes with Blaine in months and I was going to kiss him and hold him and hug him as much as I wanted. They seemed to understand though so they didn't say a word about it. We spent the rest of the way there kissing. The kisses weren't seductive or anything. They were simply kisses between two people who loved each other and wanted to remember what the other's lips felt like. Eventually, we arrived and had to get out of the car. The airport was just a big blur in my eyes. It was terrifying. After walking through what seemed like the whole airport, we got to the security check.

"Kid, we can't follow after this. You know what gate you're gonna go to, right?" I nodded, tears starting to fill my own eyes. This was my father. The man who had supported me and helped me through everything. He had been my savior and hero through my whole life and now, I was moving away from him. I was so happy he had met Carole though. I wasn't sure how he would've coped otherwise. My father and I stepped forward at the same time and I hugged him tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you so much, son," he said, crying softly.

"I'm gonna miss you too, dad." We hugged for a few more minutes, whispering apologies and loving words in each other's ears. He pulled back eventually and looked me in the eye.

"You're so amazing and special, Kurt. Don't you ever forget that." I nodded dumbly, lost for words. He stepped back one more step, allowing me to go hug Carole. She was already crying hard and enveloped me in a warm hug.

"The house is going to be so empty without you. I'm going to miss you so much, Kurt."

"I'm gonna miss you too, mom." She pulled back and looked me. I had never called her mom before. She looked happier than I'd ever seen her. "I always thought if you as my mom, you know. It just- I guess it never felt right to say it, but it does now."

"Oh, honey," she said and kissed my cheek. I was crying so much and I knew the worst was yet to come. I looked up at Blaine who was crying harder than ever. I lounged at the younger boy and almost crushed him in a tight embrace.

"You can't ever forget me, Kurt. Ever," he whispered in my ear. He was just rambling on and on. "I love you too much. Shit, Kurt. I'm gonna miss you. I can't do this. I can't live without you. How am I supposed to survive this? How? You're going to be miles away and I'm gonna be here. It's not fair. It's just not fair." He completely broke down and I almost had to hold up all of his weight as he clung himself onto my shirt. I couldn't soothe him or tell him to stop crying because I was almost just as hysterical. But eventually, I forced myself to get together.

"Blaine, look at me." He hesitantly pulled back, but only as far as he needed to be able to look at me. I rested my forehead against his and spoke softly, tears still running down my cheeks.

"We're being silly, I think we both know that. We talked about this so many times, and I still believe we can make it. We'll skype all the time, I'll come visit, you'll come visit, we'll text and talk over the phone. We will be fine. And just imagine, after this we'll never have to be apart again. At least not this long." I wiped away a few tears from his eyes. "So no more tears, okay?" I smiled softly at him. He smiled a little back, still holding me tight.

"I love you so much."
"I love you too and it doesn't matter if we're miles or inches apart. I love you either way." I leaned in and kissed him. I was sure some homophobic jerks were making comments about it around us, but I didn't care. I loved Blaine and I wanted to show it to the world. Our bodies were pressed as tightly as possible as we kissed. I wanted to remember the moment so much. I wanted to save it in my head for a rainy day in New York when I was missing my boyfriend more than ever and remember his full lips against mine, his body pressed flush up against mine and his hazel eyes only inches away from mine, staring into my soul. I wanted to remember it forever. I kissed him with everything I had. All the love and feelings I'd ever felt for him were put into that kiss. We had to pull back after a while, though neither of us wanted to. He kissed my lips a few more times, just small pecks.

"I'm already so proud of you, Kurt. And I'm going to be even prouder when I'm your date to some kind of big award party some day. When you win your first big award, I'm going to be so proud. This is the first step there. All you have to do now is take it." I looked into his eyes and couldn't help but to kiss him once more.

"I love you, Blaine Anderson."

"I love you, Kurt Hummel."

"Goodbye," he said with tears in his eyes, but a small smile on his lips. Before I walked away with my bag towards the gate, waving at them, I pressed my lips to his forehead and whispered in his ear.

"Don't say that. It's not really goodbye after all."