Confessions
"And then after… we go to the Macy's… sale… I'll help you… rehearse for… your Six Flag's show," Kurt huffed between jumps on the trampoline. He sat and pulled himself to the side as Blaine flipped, landing next to him.
"Awesome!" Blaine grinned huge, his hair sticking up in places. "So I can't believe you dad and Carole got you a trampoline. Well, I actually can't believe your jumping on it."
"It's actually Finn's. He had always wanted one when he was younger but his old backyard was too small. So he got it when they moved in with us. And I feel that I can't truthfully sing Defying Gravity anymore unless I am jumping on it." He smiled.
Blaine reached out and pulled Kurt into his arms. "God I love you so much."
They stayed like that for a long time, watching the sun disappear into the darkness.
Kurt broke the silence first. "Blaine?" He snuggled even closer to Blaine's chest.
"Mmm hm?"
"You know who I miss?"
"Who?" Blaine sounded as if he was purring. He lightly kissed the top of Kurt's head.
"Pavarotti. He was such a nice little bird."
"Well, I really don't need to rehearse tomorrow and if you want to skip Macy's, we can drive up to Dalton and visit where we buried him."
"That sounds good."
The darkness was quiet again, except for the sound of a bug zapper a few houses over.
"He reminds me of my mother." Kurt shifted so he could look into Blaine's eyes. "Pavarotti, I mean. God, that just sounds dumb. I-"
"I understand," Blaine's voice was soft. Kurt hardly ever talked about his mother.
"I got Pav right after I arrived to Dalton. I felt out of place. And, I don't know, he just made me feel better and more at home. Like when my mother would have tea parties with me in the front yard when I was younger because no one else would. I mean, my dad would play along, but I couldn't help but to be mad if he gave me a cookie instead of a scone or something." He laughed quietly. "But I miss both of them, my mom and Pavarotti."
Blaine was surprised at how much Kurt was telling him. "We can put flowers on her grave tomorrow, too, if you would like."
Kurt sniffled, wiping his nose with his sleeve. "I would like that."
Blaine hugged him tightly. "And after we get an apartment in New York next summer, we can buy a pet canary and name it Luciano."
He smiled. "I would like that a lot."