A/N: Hello! Jess here! Alright, so this is my first ever Klaine fic I have written. It is a future!fic and I started writing it over the summer and that was before we found out Blaine was a Junior at McKinley instead of a Senior, so in my fic Blaine and Kurt were Seniors and graduated McKinley together. Sorry if that throws you off but I didn't want to change it after I had already written so much of the story when we found out Blaine was actually a Junior.

The story is written from Blaine's point of view.

The whole entire thing is written through to completion and I'll be posting one chapter every Monday and Thursday until the end of the fic.

I do not own anything Glee related.

Enjoy and thanks for reading!

The morning sun crept through the window and glared over the nest of blankets tangled up on the bed. Blaine Anderson grumbled and pulled the pillows over his head hoping for a few more hours of sleep but only moments later, his alarm clock loudly shrilled to life. Flailing around, the 25 year old man untangled himself from the mass of pillows and sheets and lurched across the room to silence the blaring alarm. He leaned against the empty dresser and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, running a hand across the morning stubble shading his chin. Today was the day.

He had been looking forward to this day for the last few months and now it was finally here. Moving to New York was a huge step in his life and after his failure in Los Angeles, Blaine had been reluctant to take the next step in his life. Living with your parents at 25 years old leaves a huge dent in your ego, especially after how big Blaine's had gotten after his graduation.

High School graduation was just a blip on the radar of the perfect life he was about to start. He had the best boyfriend in the entire universe, Kurt— whose name Blaine could barely think of without being hit by dull waves of loss—, he had a full scholarship to one of the best colleges in California, and he was well on his way to becoming the star he had always dreamed of being. He and Kurt were destined to be together even though Kurt was attending school in New York and was perusing his dreams of Broadway, while Blaine was going to try his hand at acting and music on the Golden Coast. Everything was just so perfect. But life always seems to blot out the sun at one time or another.

School was great during his freshmen year and his summer back in Ohio with Kurt was simply sublime, because the distance between California and New York wasn't really as big as it seemed. But his sophomore year was a whole other animal. The phone calls and care packages with Kurt slowed and texts became one-sided. Blaine could feel Kurt pulling away and the distance between New York and LA became much further than Blaine had ever thought it could. During winter break, Kurt did not want to come back to Ohio, so Blaine spent the holiday alone in his dorm room only getting one text from Kurt on Christmas saying "Merry Xmas B. ~K".

Then summer came around and Blaine came back to Ohio. Kurt did not. With all the free time during the summer Blaine expected the calls to become more frequent and the letters to flow like they had before. They didn't. He heard from Kurt every few weeks via short email and "I love you" was no longer said. Blaine new the end was coming, but it hit him like a mac truck regardless when he got the call from Kurt one fateful day in July. Kurt had met someone else and he still wanted to be Blaine's friend, but Blaine could only just stare at the floor and try to keep his voice from shaking when he agreed it was for the best. Tears were clinging to his eyelashes before he hung up the phone.

Ever since, he has been in his old bedroom in Ohio, working with his father at his office as an assistant, all the drive to get out was gone. He cancelled his enrollment in school and cut all ties with any friends he had in California. His lust for life was dashed like a campfire in the rain. Kurt on the other hand seemed to flourish like the flower he was. He graduated college with honors and starred in a few Broadway productions. News spreads fast in a small town and Blaine had heard through the grape vine that Kurt Hummel was now in Paris indulging in his love of fashion. Stories made their way through town that Blaine wished he had been there with Kurt to help write. Instead, he has been stuck at home with his parents.

Not anymore. Today was move-out day. He had come upon this epiphany a few months ago sitting in the confinement of the office as he watched life simply pass him by. Here he was, a talented young man not following his dreams, and the old Blaine would never settle for such a life. That day, he booked his plane ticket for New York City, determined to make something out of himself. He figured that since California did not work out, so New York City may be just what the doctor ordered.

All of his belongings were packed and he had his plan in order. He booked a week at a hotel so he can have time to search for an apartment to live in and everything was set. All he was bringing with him was his guitar and a suitcase of clothes; the rest would be shipped out when he found an apartment. He didn't know what he was going to do, but all he knew was he needed to sing again. He had stopped singing after he moved back to Ohio but in the last year that has been leading up to his move to the city, he began singing again. In the shower, in the car, during his morning runs, at the office, and any time he had a free moment to himself. His parents noticed the shift too and ignored the change in their son, just letting him sing his heart out whenever he wanted. They were pleasantly surprised when he declared he wanted to move and they even paid for his plane ticket so he could save up for an apartment. Everyone was behind him today, and he was ready to go.

Blaine looked into the mirror in his bathroom, shaving the last of the scruff off his face, unable to keep himself from smiling. The nervousness of entering into the unknown tickled the back of his mind, but it was overshadowed by this new vigor he felt for finally getting out of Ohio for good. Slowly but surely, the old Blaine was resurfacing. After shaving, he got dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans, a polo shirt, black shoes, and packed the remaining bit of his wardrobe into his suitcase. He grabbed his guitar and the suitcase and thudded down the stairs. Dropping his luggage off at the door, he went into the kitchen to see his parents sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast and he slid into the chair next to his mother. She slid her arm around his shoulders and hugged him to her side as she ate her toast and gave a light sigh.

"We are so happy for you sweetheart," she murmured against the curls on her son's head.

"We really are son," his father chimed in.

"I love you guys. And thank you, for everything."

Blaine wrapped his arms around his mother for a moment before standing up and kissing her on the forehead. His father extended a hand which held Blaine's plane ticket and pulled his son in for a hug after Blaine pocketed the ticket. "Love you, son."

"Love you too, Dad." Blaine and his father parted when he heard the honk from the driveway signaling the shuttle was there to take him to the airport. He gave his mother's hand a reassuring squeeze and strode through the front door with his luggage, leaving his old life behind.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading! Next chapter will be posted on Thursday!

~ Jess