Hey, I Missed You
A/N: I've been writing a lot of fanfic lately, which I'm not readily admitting to be honest, but I find it addictive and a good vent for anything creative I have within me. So, I'm continuing with my trend of writing in cannon. And strictly Kurt and Blaine, as this is the pairing I know and care most about.
The Klaine scene at the end of the "New York" episode was most definitely the highlight of the whole episode, if not the series. I wasn't expecting any Blaine, so for him to admit his love so readily and beautifully had me in massive fits of squee (Before Klaine, I prided myself in never 'squeeing')
This story contains spoilers...shocker
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy and the gang
I missed this: sitting across the table, drinking our coffee, sometimes holding hands, our thumbs softly stroking the softness that was each other's skin. We weren't holding hands the moment I told him. We were just talking.
And when Kurt was jabbering away so happily, in so much contentedness, that cord around my heart that had been there since that day in November when we first met, it tightened its grip and pulled at me. His eyes were so full of life and love and excitement.
"I had Breakfast at Tiffany's," I felt myself smiling at the boy. How adorable. "I got to sing on a Broadway stage."
And before I could even think about what I was saying or even process those words, I felt them tumble out of my mouth.
"I love you." I brushed the side of my face with my finger, and continued to stare at Kurt. I didn't care at that moment that I had just blurted out the most sacred, romantic thing one can say to their other half. I didn't really care if Kurt said it back. I wasn't worried. In a way, I already knew he loved me because surely he reciprocated this feeling of desperate love and want and need. I could have sat there and watched him forever. I'd been in love with Kurt Hummel for so long and to finally say those words, without any more than a quick thought, was so relieving.
I watched as Kurt swallowed back his coffee, a smile tugging at my lips, his face turning into that shocked and ever so happily surprised expression that I had seen him wear after I first kissed him. His eyes widened and bore into mine. I could stare into his eyes forever.
"I love you too," he said, his voice high, and I could tell he was happy. And I couldn't help but smile and sigh because I knew that. I knew we loved each other. I loved him more than anything else in the world, in my life at that moment, or at any particular moment in my life; he was the most important part, the most desired person. How I ever thought I could be just friends with him was so far away in my memories I could hardly believe I had even attempted it.
"You know, when you think about it, Kurt Hummel has had a pretty good year," he laughed. No drips of sarcasm in his tone; his voice light, and breathless. And considering what he had been through; all his pains and torments throughout the past months; he was still thinking this year was pretty good.
We fell back into our conversation easily after Sam and Mercedes left us, and I had to ask about the musical he proposed to write, as we made our way out the coffee shop, hands slightly brushing.
"Were you being serious about Pippa Middleton's musical, Kurt?" I heard myself laughing.
"Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't..." Kurt mused, taking my hand as we walked down the street. I didn't even look around to check if people were looking. All I could concentrate on was him.