A/N: ok so i know i said two more chapters but i changed my mind. This is the last one. i just want to thank everyone who stayed with me and who reviewed. I'm going to miss reading your thoughts and comments. At the moment i have no plans to write another multi chapter fic but there are a few one shots floating around in my head that might need to be written. This last one is short and simple and i hope it wraps it all up nicely. The ending alludes to the fact that blaine is going to transfer but i just want to say that i really, really, really don't want him to. I think that that is the dumbest, most unrealistic plot line ever. i also really love the warblers. Anyways i hope it doesn't disappoint.
thankyou all
lessthanthree
Katie

PS. If my geography is off, blame google maps.
PPS. I wrote this while sitting in a starbucks (that'll be more significant once you read)

"Wait, wait, wait! Let me guess, a medium drip and a non-fat mocha latte for that guy?"

"We come here too often, don't we?"

"Hey, you're one of the few customers who actually tips so I ain't comlpainin'. That'll be..."

"5.47, keep the change. I hate to break the news to you though, but school starts again on Tuesday so you'll probably be seeing less of us."

"Oh bother. Well I suppose if it means that you guys are off to better your educations so you can get high paying jobs so you can continue to tip me so well then I approve."

"We'll do our best."

The two boys chuckled a bit as they moved to the other side of the counter to wait for their drinks. They had definitely become regulars to the Lima Bean over the two month break from school and really, even before school let out. They had fallen in love with the little coffee shop for several reasons. First and foremost, it wasn't Starbucks, which as Kurt stated on several occasions was 'too horrendously cliché that you practically screamed how unoriginal, uncreative, and mindless of a drone you were as you walked, hopelessly down the street with the most phoney sense of urban hipness ever known to mankind.' More importantly, though, it seemed to provide them with somewhat of another safe place. They couldn't spend all their time at the Hummel house, not that they did but the Lima Bean was one of their more frequented hang outs where they felt the most comfortable just being themselves, just being together. There was a good chance that the majority of the patrons walked in and out without noticing the two boys with their hands clasped across the little table for two, right in the center of the shop but if they did, no one ever said a word. Kurt figured that gourmet coffee was simply not a real draw for the true red necks of Lima; the Seven Eleven provided adequate caffeine for their 'oh so sad and pathetic pallets' and when the ignorant folk of Ohio attempted to step outside of the box they ended up stumbling into one with just a fancier label called Starbucks. The customers of the Lima Bean seemed to be a little more cultured and that had given them the brain capacity to be at least indifferent. The staff seemed to adore the boys, and whether that was due to Blaine's generous tipping and charming smile or the fact that seeing the two boys fight the uphill battle for the right to be together actually warmed their hearts, Kurt didn't know but he was glad to be greeted with a smile anyways.

But it was even more than that still. It was there, sitting in those two chairs wooden chairs that they got to know each other, where they had their first fight. It was standing in that line up where hopes and dreams were formed, destroyed, and formed again. It was where they had begun their first summer together in a way that neither would ever forget, where those three little words were exchanged between them for the first time across that table . It was where they had spent those lazy days of that summer getting to know each other even more. It was where they would draw the gruelling Ohio summer to a close.

As Kurt sat down on the 'surprisingly more comfortable than they look' wooden chair across from his boyfriend for the countless time that summer, he couldn't help but feel a little spoiled. Mind you, he had been deprived of everything that Blaine represented, gave, was for the entirety of his existence so you couldn't say he didn't deserve the Warbler in any sense of the word. Still, Kurt had spent practically every other day with his best friend, his boyfriend, his Blaine for the past two months. He had become closer to the boy than he ever expected, dreamed of, knew possible. He had been the happiest he could ever remember himself being and even when he had been devastated, Blaine helped remedy that faster than anyone else could ever do. Now though, as Kurt playfully returned the foot nudges that his boyfriend was sending his way under the table, their table, he couldn't help but think it was all going to be taken away.

School would start in three days. He knew those three days would go by faster than any other three days of his life. Blaine would be back in his Dalton dorm, back in his grey slacks, white button up, navy blazer with red piping, striped tie, surrounded by his make shift family, back where he had a true home. There would be no need for him to escape to Lima anymore. There wouldn't be time. With a senior year course load, the Warblers, and an hour and a half drive between them, Blaine just wouldn't be able to see him as much as the two boys had become accustomed to. Blaine would be back where he was happy and Kurt would be trapped within the relentlessly oppressive walls of McKinley High. At least with the return of threatening jocks maybe the embarrassment that was the pamphlet fiasco would fade if only for the need of true friends.

"Whacha thinkin about?"

"Oh, you know, just how this has been the best summer of my life and how much I'm going to miss you when school starts back. Nothing much really."

"I know, I'm going to miss you too but it won't be that bad. We did the distance before."

Blaine had a point, they had done the distance before. They had spent the last two months of their junior years at separate schools just after they had gotten together. They had done it and they had survived and Kurt couldn't have wanted it any other way but now was different. Now they had spent the summer opening up to each other, sharing their demons, weaknesses, hopes, and dreams with each other, sharing their soles with each other. Before they had been drawn together but now they were glued. Last year Kurt had had the excitement of Nationals to keep his mind occupied but now he feared that it would never stray from the gel obsessed Warbler with the golden eyes, perfect, plump lips, and velvety voice. Feared that he would spend every day missing the boy, missing what they had. Feared that the distance would take away what they had.

"I love you, you know."

Kurt looked up at his boyfriend and couldn't help the feeling of awe that swept him. It was a familiar feeling, one that seemed to come every time Blaine spoke those three little words. It always amazed him at how good that the simple statement could make him feel. Its meaning and power had not faded in the least since Blaine had first uttered them a mere two month ago. They still surprised him, caught him off guard a bit, still shot him to the moon and beyond. They were still expressed sweetly and calmly and a matter of factly. Like there was no doubt in Blaine's mind but nor was there any revelation. Like it had always existed and was so painfully obvious that voicing the words themselves was simply an afterthought. Looking into Blaine's breath taking eyes he could still see the same honesty, adoration and selflessness. He could still see into the depths of his boyfriend's sole, maybe even further than before. He could still see his Blaine, his boyfriend, his best friend. After all of the ups and downs of the summer Blaine was still the same, together they were still the same, still just them. Just the two boys who saw only each other.

Kurt realized then that if the summer hadn't changed them then the school year couldn't either. Being apart could not take them away from each other because they were simply stronger than that. They both dove, head first into this knowing that they were taking on the ignorant world by simply holding hands or sitting so that their shoulders touched. If they were able to fight hate, disgust, fear, they had to be able to fight the Ohio 161 highway. Their bond was deeper than physical closeness, it always had been and it always would be. This year would just help them grow even more as individuals and as a couple. It's wouldn't make them grow apart, Kurt was sure of it.

"I know, I love you too."

And who knows, maybe Blaine would surprise him. The boy did have a way of sneaking up on Kurt when he least expected it.