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“Moving on is when you think about him and don’t punish yourself for it, when he begins to evoke more of a scientific response than an emotional one, like “This is a 6’0” blonde-haired person who exists,” and not “This is a person I wish I’d never met; this is a person who has made me less of one.” Moving on is not to destroy or to combust or to set ablaze, it is simply to move, to advance through space and time, to leave behind the familiar dull of heartbreak for the unknown, the new, the strange.”—Stephanie Georgopulos
Moving On || Klaine
Blaine headed up the stairs to his room with Kurt trailing behind him. He had refused to go to his graduation party since he was needed home so he could pack, which was going to be hell in itself. Ever since he had told his parents two weeks ago that he was going to be a father things had been a little tense for his last two and a half weeks of school. His Dad was nearly on the verge of just disowning him, while his mother couldn’t be anything less than thrilled to be a grandmother. As Burt had told him there wasn’t anything he was going to be able to do for them and it was true. Blaine’s biggest worry was to make sure Kurt and their little girl was well taken care of.
He started packing his bag with little things he was going to need at Kurt’s parents, and what he’d need in New York before he’d be able to come back to get other things. Blaine kept looking up at Kurt with a big grin plastered across his face. His world had been completely flip flopped from what he had three weeks ago, and he was loving every second of it. After not hearing back anything from NYADA he looked into NYU instead since it was still close to where Kurt’s apartment was and he’d be able have a small job there as well. “Are we able to go shopping back in New York so I don’t have to take so many bags?” he chuckled and held up another vest before tossing it in his bag.