Hello, fellow Klaine shippers and welcome to my fifth fanfiction so far! M rated for the second part, however I will be posting a clean, K-rated, strictly fluff version for those of you who can do without all the smut. I'm a young writer who is trying to improve, so reviews, no matter how good or bad they may be, are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters mentioned below. I also don't own Long Live, the fantastical song written in italics in the story. Otherwise I would be rich by now. xD
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"And with that, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you McKinley High's graduating class of 2012! Whoops, seems I need to give a speech first. Sorry, the excitement is obviously affecting my memory Stay in your seats for a second while I try to come up with something."
The crowd laughed at this. Despite having being tortured, taunted and teased all throughout his high school life, all could agree that there was no one better than Kurt Hummel to be a Valedictorian on their graduation day. After all, being headstrong, courageous, perky and sarcastic, how could anyone else measure up? A combination of a kick-ass graduation speech and a full house (a figurative one, that is) led to a huge standing ovation as Kurt read what had turned out to be both the first and last lines of his speech.
"And now I can finally say, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you McKinley High's graduating class of 2012!"
There must have been thousands of people outside on that gorgeous summer day, yet as he stepped down from the podium, somehow the diva could hear his fellow glee clubbers cheers ringing out above all the rest. Kurt didn't have much trouble finding them, jumping about in a group, screaming at the top of their lungs. He didn't waste a second, running towards them at full speed, finding himself squished in a bone-crushing group hug mere moments later. "Guys! You're killing me!" he yelped, desperately trying to be heard above everyone whose arms were wrapped around him. "All right, fine. You guys are lucky I love you. But if you mess up my hair... Heads. Will. Roll." Kurt said, the ear-to-ear grin on his porcelain face contradicting his supposed serious tone.
"You were, like, awesome bro!"
"Hell yeah, Hummel!"
"Woo hoo!"
"Great job white boy!"
" I never knew dolphins were so good at speaking!"
Everyone stopped and gave Brittany questioning looks, but when the smile on her face remained concrete, they could tell she was serious. Oh, Brittany, Kurt thought to himself a little sadly. I'm going to miss you. And then they all erupted into laughter and victory cries once again, interrupting Kurt's thought process. He sighed, wondering what life would be like without them. He wished he didn't have to find out so soon.
"All right everybody, calm down, calm down. We still have a few things to get through here." Principal Figgins' serious yet congratulating tone was enough to quiet down the giddy students their parents, and even the crying babies wailing in their mother's arms stopped to look up at him, holding their breath. After retrieving a few certificates from next to the podium, he began.
"Kurt Hummel"
Kurt perked up instantly, not hesitating to fly up to the podium. Everything was sort of a blur after that, at least, to him. The only names he could hear were the familiar ones, the ones he'd come to know so well, thanks to Glee club.
"Finn Hudson"
"Mercedes Jones"
"Mike Chang"
"Artie Abrams"
"Matt Rutherford"
"Tina Cohen-Chang"
"Rachel Berry"
"Blaine Anderson"
After shaking hands with the principal as fast as humanly possible, Blaine ran quickly to his lover, swinging him down like a blushing bride into a celebratory kiss. The Glee girls screamed in approval as the guys' catcalls resounded in the air. But neither Blaine or Kurt could give a crap. When they were this close, both physically and emotionally, nothing else really mattered.
As Kurt and Blaine stumbled their way behind their friends to continue their make out session, Principal Figgins continued, rambling off names and congratulations' for students.
"Samuel Evans"
"Quinn Fabray"
As soon as both of the two were standing side by side on stage, clinging to each other with one hand and their diplomas with the other, they leapt-quite literally leapt- into a kiss that would've made Kurt and Blaine proud.
"Santana Lopez"
"Noah Puckerman "
"Brittany S. Pierce..." he trailed off. The crowd was silent, waiting curiously to see why. Even Kurt and Blaine pulled their lips away from the other's for a minute to glance anxiously in Principal Figgins' direction. "Congratulations! You did it! You graduated!"
"GO BRIT-BRIT!" Santana screamed from the stage, loudly enough to cover up Kurt's "Holy crap!", dropping her head-bitch facade long enough to give Brittany a ridiculously adorable kiss. Kurt couldn't help widening his smile at that point. He was proud of Santana for having the guts to finally tell Brittany how crazy she was for her, and more importantly, come out of the closet and admit to being, as Brittany like to call it, a "Lebanese".
He couldn't think about that or anything else after that because he was interrupted by Blaine Anderson's heavenly lips paying a quick visit to his own. "Ready?" the beautiful boy said, with a smile that could melt the polar ice caps. "Blaine, honey, please. When haven't I been ready for singing under any circumstances?" Kurt said, sarcasm and excitement now equal in his voice.
It was time for the grand finale. Giggling and whispering, the Glee club made their way backstage, also known as the area behind the outdoor stage.
"We have one more special treat for you today." Principal Figgins recited in an almost robot-like fashion. Gesturing to the stage behind him, he spoke into the microphone with some very lame false enthusiasm. "Please welcome the New Directions for their final performance of the year!"
The crowd clapped politely, but weren't exactly gaga over the idea. What they weren't expecting was how good it was about to be. "Cue music." an unidentifiable voice ordered. And so began the New Directions final performance.
I said remember this moment
In the back of my mind
The time we stood with our shaking hands
The crowds in stands went wild
Rachel's beautiful voice could have been recognized from a mile away. No one was shocked to hear her voice, it was what came next that shocked them.
We were the kings and the queens
And they read off our names
The night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same
You held your head like a hero on a history book page
It was the end of a decade
But the start of an age
It wasn't Rachel voicing those last few lyrics, it was Tina. And she was wonderful. But as the song came to the chorus, her voice was just a part of the thirteen in the group, all of whom were now blending beautifully together, united as one.
Long live the walls we crashed through
How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you
I was screaming long live all the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders
One day we will be remembered
They had come up with some simple but very nice looking choreography for this number. On their own, without Mr. Schuester or anyone else. But the audience didn't care about that, with this quality of entertainment going on.
Hold on to spinning around
Confetti falls to the ground
Kurt's favourite thing about this performance was that they had actually managed to get real confetti that they had rigged to fall at this part of the performance. He smiled as the shiny paper hit the stage.
May these memories break our fall
Can you take a moment
Promise me this
That you'll stand by me forever
But if God forbid fate should step in
And force us into a goodbye
If you have children someday
When they point to the pictures
Please tell them my name
Tell them how the crowds went wild
Tell them how I hope they shine
Long live the walls we crashed through
I had the time of my life with you
Long live the walls we crashed through
How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you
I was screaming long live all the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid
Singing long live all the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
And long, long live the look on your face
And bring on all the pretenders, one day
We will be remembered
As the music came to a stop, the cheering started. We will be remembered, Kurt thought, smiling to himself before joining in on the second bone-crushing group hug of the day, and what may have been one of their last.
And there you have it! I'm sorry, I know it was less Klaine oriented than you would like but the next chapter will be full-on Klaine, I promise. Read and review please! They are like crack to writers!