I Will Never Say Goodbye To You

Klaine Fan Fiction

Just to inform you this story should be rated T. I did not know the direction at the start.

That is 13+ guidelines.

Chapter 1 – Last Day At Dalton

Everything is perfect. Kurt has graduated and I have just finished my final exams. This September we are moving to New York together. I have my secret plans locked in a small velvet box, that each morning I slip in my pocket waiting for the right moment to ask the right question. A small broach in the shape of the the little bird that changed us is pinned to the front of my Dalton blazer. I have it because it took until Kurt sang the Beatles song 'Blackbird' about Pavarotti (his sadly deceased canary) for me to realise how much I love him... cause I'm that intelligent. Last day. Last day at Dalton Academy for Boys. Wes and David graduated last year but they're coming to visit today to help all of us get over last day tears... Yes I said tears.

Boys cry too.

I'm late for class but I don't mind. I'm just strolling along listening to my footsteps echo in the empty corridor. A few boys in my year have skipped class. Final class, final day... why not? Nothing to loose... except an hour or two of time you could be using to say goodbye to your much loved friends. Yeah, no one can give you shi... I'm not gonna say that. Kurt thinks I'm too sophisticated... maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I probably am. I've lived in a boys school almost full time since the end of freshman year. I'm not all to sure about other private schools (never stayed in another one long enough) but here we are taught to be polite, honest and sophisticated. (I need to find another word for sophisticated...) If we choose not to co-operate, then our actions are punished with strict consequences. Talking about strict punishments I should probably hurry. My geology teacher is nice enough but I know the rules well. I miss my name in the register and I will be held back after school writing lines for 10 minutes of every name after mine I have missed... seeing as my name is the second in the register I can only hope he has not started yet. Last day or not I have to abide by the rules.

My pace started to increase as I realised just how late I was going to be. I turned a corner,

"Knock, knock!"

"Who's there?"

"BLAINEEEEEEEE!"

...and I was tackled.

"UGGH! WES!" slam, ouch, "OWWWW! DAVID!"

Smushed under two oversized children. Grreeaatt...

"Missed you!"

"Seriously guys. Do you want me to die?"

"Wow. I can see the headlines now. 'Tragedy! 18 year old Warbler dies. All celebrate.'"

"Get off me you hefalumps!" I laughed, "Or I'll kick you where it hurts."

"David's isn't big enough to hit. But don't try mine, it's too big... it'll just hit you back."

"Wow, Wes... Wow."

They rolled off me in unison and helped me up.

"Come on guys I'm late for class... really late."

"Well great Blaine missed you too."

I laughed and threw a playful, half-hearted punch at his arm. I had surprisingly only missed two names. 20 minute detention. Oh well, I'll just say my goodbyes before packing.

Done, dusted, sorted. Kurt hates it when I say that. He says I'm disorganised so I sort things at the last minute and that's what I say once I have... he knows me so well.

I leave detention to find boys in hysterics, boys holding back tears and boys who don't care. So I join the group. As a kinda leader (almost) I comfort people. The Warblers mostly.

"We're gonna see each other at graduation," I whisper to a boy named Alex, "You don't have to say any proper goodbyes yet."

He whimpered softly. Alex is autistic. We shared a dorm for half of my first year but he used to wake up in the night and scream. Teachers had to climb four flights of stairs at 2:00 in the morning so he was moved down to sleep next to the teachers lounge and I slept on my own for the rest of that year. Not that I minded, I used to sleep on my own at home too. I used to spend a lot of time on my own waiting for my 'father' to stop pretending that I don't exist.

No I don't want to talk about it...

Jeff and Nick were the next to burst into hysteric tears. I gave (and received :D ) many hugs and had various differant goodbyes. From the 'I'll miss you' man hugs, to the 'I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!' tears and tackle hugs. Man I'm going to miss Dalton. My friends, my school, my town, my state. Dalton, Ohio forever 3... well this just turned into the corniest rom-com everrrr. What would it be called... 'There's No Place Like Home'... gosh I am NOT good at this...