If there were four words you never usually heard together, it would be the phrase 'Kurt Hummel was nervous'.
However, as the boy in question continued to fix his hair into perfection in front of his mirror, the very statement could not have been any closer to the truth. Kurt's mind felt as if it was running at a hundred miles per hour, his thoughts rushing together and clashing, creating a dozen different scenarios on what was about to unfold.
As he twisted a stray piece of hair around his comb, Kurt's eyes strayed to an envelop lying upon his table. He glared at the offending object, hating the fact that such a small thing held such a huge and significant impact upon his future.
"Kurt! Blaine's here."
At the sound of his fathers call, Kurt felt his stomach twist in a knot. The call was a warning, letting Kurt know he had but a few moments until his boyfriend appeared in his room. Giving up with his hair – after finally deciding that it was as good as it was going to look that day – he settled his comb down on the table, turning in time as Blaine knocked on the door.
"It's open," He replied, getting up so he could move some of his magazines from where they lay on his bed.
"Hey," He heard Blaine say after the door clicked close behind him. Kurt put his magazines on the table, before turning to face the other boy. He watched as Blaine smiled warmly at him, but Kurt couldn't help but notice that hidden behind it Blaine was just as nervous as he was. He felt himself relax at that knowledge, and returned the smile.
"Hi," He replied, walking over to Blaine and placing a kiss on his lips. As he did so Blaine moved to bring Kurt in closer, letting the kiss last longer than Kurt intended, and he understood that it was exactly what they both needed to help them relax, if only a little bit.
"I've missed you this week."
"Ditto," Kurt returned, smile growing slightly at his own use of his boyfriends usual catchphrase. He watched as Blaine's smile grew ever so slightly too, amused.
"Have you cleaned again?" Blaine asked, his eyes roaming around the room as Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Organized, Blaine," He said, slapping his boyfriend playfully on the arm as he let out a sigh. "It's really the only thing that has kept me somewhat sane at all this entire week."
And suddenly the mood had changed again. Blaine nodded in agreement to Kurt's words, and Kurt moved to grab his envelop off from where it sat on the table, before perching at the end of his bed.
"I can't understand why I'm so nervous about this," He said, laughing nervously as he did so. Blaine quickly moved to sit at his side, shifting the bag that he had brought with him off his shoulder so he could get more comfortable.
"I do. Kurt this is a big thing for both of us, regardless of whatever happens. If I'm honest, I'd be more concerned if you weren't nervous."
"It's just – if we end up disappointed Blaine -"
"Hey," Blaine interrupted, moving his hand so it was clasped tightly around Kurt's. He moved his thumb to rub smooth circles over it, hoping that he was calming the younger boy somewhat. "We've talked about this. No matter what's written on these papers, we'll work it out. Together. Just like we've managed to work everything else out that's been thrown at us in the past."
Kurt turned his head slightly to look at Blaine, still unable to convince himself that everything would be okay, even with the words of reassurance. His stomach had returned to doing backflips, anticipation building up over what it was they were both sitting on the bed together for in the first place.
"You don't need to worry so much anyway -" Blaine continued, sensing his boyfriends' worries. "No matter what, you always have Paris waiting for you."
"Paris is and always will be a second choice to this though. Sure, I want to visit there one day, and it would be nice to be closer to my Grandma, but this? This has been my dream ever since before I can remember," Kurt paused, letting out another sigh as he did so, attempting to collect all his thoughts together. "Let's – let's just open our letters. If we don't do it soon I think I might actually explode."
Blaine nodded in agreement, moving to find his own letter that was buried at the bottom of his bag. Kurt watched him as he searched for it; his heartbeat quickening at what was about to happen. This was it. This was finally when they would find out what they're futures held. In just a few moments they would find out where they would be living for the next few years, and whether or not they'd be living out their dreams just as they had mapped and planned out. But not only that. They'd finally discover if they would be on their way to achieving their dreams together. And just the fact that everything could change in a matter of moments was what left Kurt feeling so anxious. The two of them had agreed that no matter what happens, they would solve it together, supporting each other in whatever way they possibly could. But saying something and actually acting on it was different. And Kurt wasn't sure he wanted to see know what would happen if he was left disappointed. He couldn't even bring himself to think about it.
Once Blaine had finally found his own –rather crumpled – letter Kurt turned his own over, moving his hand to pull at the flap that was stuck down. Blaine however rested his hand on top of Kurt's, stopping him from opening the envelope.
"Wait," Blaine said, and Kurt turned to look at him in confusion as he did so.
"Blaine what -"
"We should open each others," He interrupted, and Kurt noticed that Blaine was offering his envelope to him. "We should open each others, and then tell each other what they say."
Kurt raised an eyebrow slightly, not sure why exactly it mattered as to who opened who's envelope. Still, after hesitating for a moment to look at Blaine's equally anxious expression, he nodded, and handed his own envelope out for Blaine to take. Blaine took it and smiled slightly as he let go of his own, letting Kurt take it away from him. The two of them looked at each other for a moment; before they turned the envelopes over, ready to open them.
"Okay. Are we going to agree on the count of three or -"
"Oh my god Blaine," Kurt groaned. "You're killing me here. Can we please just open them?"
Blaine watched as his boyfriend looked up at the ceiling, and had the situation been different he probably would have laughed at the action. Instead, he found himself sighing slightly before replying.
"I'm sorry. You're right. Let's just – let's just open them."
"Thank you," Kurt let out, sounding relieved.
The two of them looked down at the envelopes in their hands once more, before finally deciding that there was no use in prolonging the inevitable any longer. Hesitantly, they moved to open them, the air in the room around them filling with the heaviness they were both feeling. The room grew silent once the letters were out of their envelops however, both of them reading over the words that were there. For a while, neither one of them sure of weather to speak first, instead just letting the words that were in front of them seep into their mind.
"You made it," Blaine finally spoke quietly, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. Kurt – who had been busy reading over Blaine's letter for the second time – almost missed the other boys words, before slowly turning to look at him with wide eyes.
"W – what?"
Blaine continued to look down at the paper in his hands, shuffling slightly as he cleared his throat.
" 'Dear mister Hummel. We are proud to inform you that you have been accepted into our fashion and design program -"
"What?" Kurt asked again, his full attention falling on Blaine. Blaine smirked slightly as his boyfriends' shocked reaction, and continued reading.
"Please let us know as soon as possible as to weather or not you are willing to accept your offer with us by the email address provided. If you do decide to accept this placement, we will contact you approximately two weeks before classes begin with your registration materials.'"
Blaine felt his smile grow slightly as he heard his boyfriend chanting beside him, a string of 'oh my god, oh my god' being muttered, and he finished skimming his eyes over the letter, deciding Kurt could read over the rest of the details himself later.
"You made it, baby," Blaine said, turning to look at Kurt. His face fell slightly however as he caught sight of his own letter in Kurt's hand, suddenly remembering that he had no idea what his said. He had been so caught up in Kurt's happiness that he hadn't even realized that Kurt knew then whether he had been accepted or not.
Kurt turned to look at him, his eyes bright, and Blaine felt something shift within his stomach. He couldn't tell from Kurt's expression what he had read in the other letter, and he suddenly realized that the chanting from before could just as easily have been bad instead of good.
Kurt on the other hand was ecstatic. He resisted the urge to bounce on the bed from where he was sitting, knowing all too well there would be room to celebrate later. He caught sight of his boyfriends' still anxious expression and his hand clenched tighter onto the letter that was still in his hand. As Blaine's earlier words sunk in to his mind, Kurt shook his head, already feeling the brush of tears begin to litter his eyes.
"No. We made it. Blaine -" He sniffed, a stray tear falling from his eyes as he spoke. "Blaine sweetie, your letter said the same. You've been accepted too."
Blaine watched Kurt for a moment, his mouth dropping in awe until he finally sprang to life.
"What?" He asked, reaching over to grab Kurt's arm to read the letter. There it was: in print. Almost an exact copy to Kurt's letter, only slightly different. Blaine didn't bother reading most of it, already knowing the jist of what half of it said. His eyes lingered on that opening sentence, the same that he had just read out for Kurt only moments ago.
'We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into our music education program'.
"Oh my god," He breathed out, understanding suddenly exactly how Kurt must have felt only moments before. How he must have felt when he realized that not only had a little piece of his own dream fallen into place, but he actually got the chance to pursue it with his boyfriend right beside him, pursuing his very own dream as he did so.
"Kurt – oh my god. Oh my god we're going to New York. Kurt. We're going to New York together. Kurt. Oh my god -"
He was cut off as Kurt leant over and pulled him in for a kiss. Blaine could taste the salt from the tears that Kurt was crying – happy tears, because the two of them had finally, finally made it – and Blaine moved his hand behind the younger boys head so that he could pull him in closer.
Kurt was just as ecstatic as Blaine was, if not more so. He felt as if he was floating on clouds, and he might as well have been. Finally, everything was beginning to go as he wanted. He had made it – they had made it. All the tears that he had shed with Rachel when the two of them thought their respective dreams would be dashed, that competition would be too fierce to get into the college they all wanted and they would have to settle for something lower - all of that seemed like a lifetime away now. All the anxiety and worry of the possibility of having to say goodbye to Blaine, of having to settle for a long distance relationship from across states – perhaps even from across an ocean – had disappeared. Because now, now none of that was going to happen. He had got into the college that he had also dreamed of, and he was taking his man along with him. It was the perfect scenario, the one that he dreamt of but tried hard not to get his hopes up about – because he knew there was a strong chance it wouldn't happen. But it had, and now he could think about it. As much as he wanted to. They could plan it, they could live the dream.
"Where else did you apply too?" Kurt asked, placing another kiss onto his boyfriends' lips. He didn't have to know, but the curiosity had been killing him for months. Blaine knew about the offer in Paris that he had received early on, but Kurt had no idea where else Blaine had even sent his applications to.
"I sent one to a college in California," Blaine replied, kissing Kurt as the other boy pulled away slightly to let him speak. "One to California, and one to Harvard, just to keep my father quiet. Harvard didn't accept me though, so California was my fall back. Not that any of that really matters anymore."
"Hmmm," Kurt hummed, moving to bring Blaine into a hug, resting his chin on the smaller boys shoulder. "We're going to New York, Blaine."
It didn't matter where else Blaine had applied too. They both knew that Blaine's heart had been set on New York just as much as Kurt's had been, and that the other two colleges had only acted as backups and distractions to make it appear that Blaine was interested in other options. None of that mattered any longer though.
"I know baby. I can't believe it. God – I'm going to New York with you."
Kurt let out a small chuckle of laughter, pulling away slightly so he could look at his boyfriend. He wiped his eyes slightly, still glistening with the tears that were falling, before the both of them let out a small laugh.
"We need to phone Rachel later. She's been dying to find out if we got accepted or not for days now. She'll be ecstatic to find out she's not going off to New York by herself."
As if on cue, the sound of a phone ringing went off, and both Kurt and Blaine turned to look at it. As Kurt's ringtone rang clear in the room, he rolled his eyes, moving to go answer it.
"Speak of the devil," He picked it up, Blaine laughing slightly as he watched him. "Rachel? No we just opened them – no literally: we just opened them. Well if you let me get a word in edgeways I'd tell you. Rach – just – Rachel! Stop. Please. Look – I'm – I'm putting you on speakerphone now okay? Yes – just – shut up for a moment."
Kurt pulled the phone away from his ear, clicking a button on it and moving to sit next to Blaine again, lying the phone down between them so they could both speak.
"There, now speak Rachel. Blaine can hear you too now."
"Blaine Warbler! I want to know right now if you and Kurt have got accepted or not. Although considering that Kurt actually answered the phone instead of letting it go to voicemail, I am assuming it is nothing but good news that you have to share with me. Which if it is, this means we must all meet up and plan for our new lives together."
Kurt groaned, knowing all too well there was no way to stop Rachel from whatever track she was currently caught on.
"Rachel?" Blaine asked, and the phone went quiet for a moment as Rachel waited for him to continue. "It was good news. Kurt and I will be joining you in your New York adventures."
There was squeal on the other end of the phone, and both Kurt and Blaine smiled at each other as they heard it.
"Oh my god this is fantastic! I'm so happy for you two! Of course New York only accepts the best, and they must have seen what talent we have and noticed how much we deserve to be there. We need to start discussing our plans for when we move out there as soon as possible though. There's so much we need to plan! Like are we all getting an apartment together? Or do you two want one alone? Or are we going to stay on campus? The campus is beautiful anyway, so I really wouldn't be opposed to it -"
Kurt and Blaine both looked at each other, both of them amused as Rachel continued to plan over the phone. Blaine reached out and grabbed a hold of Kurt's hand, griping it tightly. Kurt squeezed back, and they both smiled at each other.
For the first time in what felt like almost forever, there was no fear of the future: only optimism as they allowed themselves to think of what they had to look forward too. Together.
Okay, so here's the deal. I have been working on different parts of this college fic for months now. I'm not even joking, it has seriously been that long. I originally wrote a chapter back in February just for fun, and that was shortly after I wrote 'Silk Scarves and Guitar Strings'. Since then, I have since been experimenting and writing various scenes and scenarios that will happen in the future of this story. After finally thinking about and it and actually understanding just how many months this has been tucked away on my computer, I have finally decided to upload it. I have considered putting it on different websites, from livejournal to tumblr, and for now I have decided to post it here.
This is a sort of taster really to see how things go. I have a lot of things planned and a lot of things already written for this, and I'm really looking forward to getting them out. I'm not sure how long it will take, but I really, really want to post them. I don't know what sort of time frame will be between updates, but hopefully, there shouldn't be too much of a delay.
This chapter is a newer one. I've been writing this over the past two days and err - I'm not sure how I feel about it. But it's the beginning, so I'll forgive it. Of course this is going to be it's own little universe, and what a strange little universe it will be :)
