Kurt sighed, as he flopped down on the small couch of his New York City Apartment. He let out a groan as the phone in the kitchen began to ring, and he reluctantly stood, padding out into the white washed kitchen.

"Hello?" He asked his tone frustrated, he'd much rather be trying to get his sketches finished.

"Well, way to be angry." His long-term boyfriend teased, causing a smile to pull at the corners of his mouth.

"Sorry, Blaine, honey. I just got home from picking up material for that dress, and I've got three sketches to finish before Friday," He sighed, looking at the calendar, two weeks from now there was a big circle on a Tuesday, the day Blaine was moving in.

"Understandable." Blaine chuckled. He knew how much pressure Kurt was under, newly graduated from college and trying to make a name for himself in the fashion world. Blaine often got emails full of photos of Kurt's sketches, trying to get some sort of opinion. He wished he could be there for Kurt, he wished he could storm into his apartment and just hold him. But, living five hours away made it rather difficult. Blaine had graduated a year before Kurt, he had decided to go into teaching. He was a certified music teacher. Only a week after his graduation, he had got news of his Grandmother's death, and learned that in her will, he had inherited her lake house in Vermont. He had been living there for two years. Kurt had drove to visit him there once, and Blaine had driven to New York to see Kurt numerous times, but it was never the same as when they dated while going to Dalton together. Then they could see each other every day, they spent every night together. It was bittersweet, graduating from Dalton.

"Plus, I miss you, and I can't wait for you to move in." Kurt half-smiled, before jumping up to sit on the kitchen counter, his legs dangling.

"I miss you too." Blaine frowned, looking out the window over the lake. He didn't want to move and leave this view behind, he didn't want to leave. He loved it here. He loved Kurt more, of course, and would give anything up to be with him, he just wished he didn't have to. He had had the conversation with Kurt a thousand times it seemed. If Kurt was going to make a name for himself, he had to be in the center of everything; New York. He couldn't just move to Vermont, there was nothing going on in Vermont. As he had explained to a heartbroken Blaine, if they were going to live together, they had to be in New York, at least until Kurt made his mark. By that time, Kurt had rationalized, Blaine would absolutely love the city and not want to leave.

Blaine was less than excited to move from his large sprawling lake house to a tiny cramped apartment, but for Kurt, it was worth it.

"What, you're not having second thoughts about moving in, are you?" Kurt asked, his tone sounding frustrated again, he didn't understand why Blaine was so hesitant to leave Vermont.

"No, none at all, Love." Blaine half smiled, trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince Kurt.

"Good." Kurt smiled, thinking about wrapping the curly-haired boy in a hug, "So, why did you call?" Blaine made a face, having to quickly think of an excuse, he had honestly called to try to convince Kurt to move in with him again.

"I just missed your voice, Kurtie-pie." He half smiled, it was true, just not why he had called.

"Well, you'll hear it all day everyday soon, I'm sure you'll be sick of me." The younger, yet slightly taller boy laughed, "I've got to finish my sketches and dress, and get some dinner. I'll talk to you later, love?"

"Of course, Kurt." Blaine smiled.

"I love you, Blainey-boo." Kurt sang before hopping down off the counter.

"I love you too." Blaine replied before hanging the phone up, his gaze still on the lake.

Kurt hummed to himself as he walked back into the living room, pulling out his sketchbook, happily working on a suit he had started designing a week before. He was so excited that Blaine was moving in. He admitted, it was going to make the already cramped space even smaller. He didn't have a work space, so he had set up shop in the living room. He sighed, setting his sketchbook down before quickly looking around the living room. There was a mannequin with a half a dress he had started for the girl who lived down a floor. Her senior prom was coming up, and she paid Kurt to make her dress. He really should work on it, he just didn't want to. He let out another sigh before going to get his scissors and pins; it was going to be a long night.

Blaine let out a groan as he hung up the phone. Cities weren't his thing. He had gone to college outside of New York City, so he and Kurt had stayed close together, weekends either spent in Kurt's dorm or his own. Friday was the last day of the school year in the district Blaine worked in, and two weeks from Tuesday, he would be leaving all of it behind to move. He hated having to tell the kids he worked with he was moving. Blaine worked in an elementary school, and because of that, he taught every child in the building. The school was K-4, so everyday of the week, he had a different group of students. This year's first graders had had Blaine as their music teacher since he had started teaching there, and it was hard for him to tell the students he'd be leaving.

"Mr. Anderson!" They had all cried out, "You can't leave!" Within the jumbled voices of twenty two first graders, one little girl, Eliza, had started to cry.

"Now now, everyone sh!" He had said, firm, trying not to cry as he watched Eliza, "Today is our last day together as a class, so let's make it good. No crying, no yelling, no fighting." He had smiled, and the kids had settled down. Blaine had gone over and picked up his ukulele; a class favorite, and started to play. The kids smiled, singing along with him to Do-Re-Mi from the Sound of Music. When the bell rang, the kids filed out of class one by one, telling him goodbye, and how much they'd miss him. Except for Eliza. She stayed in her chair, a frown on her face. Blaine walked over and sat down next to her. He knew that Eliza came from a broken home with no father, and she had adopted Blaine as her father figure.

"Why are you leaving, Mr. Anderson?" She had asked him with a sniffle.

"Eliza." He had sighed, unsure of how to tell her. She got up and went to his desk, pointing to a picture of Kurt and himself.

"Is it him?" She asked, looking at the photo, "You're happy, Mr. Anderson. Who is that?" She had cocked her head to the side like a confused puppy.

"It is him." He had responded with a nod and a slight smile before standing up and walking to his desk, sitting in his chair, "That's my boyfriend."

"He's happy too, Mr. Anderson." She had smiled, before quickly leaving, leaving Blaine alone.

"He's happy too." He repeated, "He's happy too."

The beep of his oven telling him it was warmed up brought Blaine back to reality.

Was he really willing to give everything he had here up for Kurt?