Story: Did He Just Say?
Author: n.r.o.k.
Summary: What was going through Kurt's head right after Blaine confessed?
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Glee, Kurt, Blaine, or any of RIB other characters, because if I did, it would most likely be called 'The Klaine show'. This story contains a little of the plot from Glee season 2 finale.
A/N: Yes, I know this has been done to death and it's been a while since the finale, but I really wanted to write one, so here it is.
"I love you."
I'm sorry, what? Did he just say what I think he did? No, no, no, please tell me I did not just hear that. This isn't how it was supposed to happen. We were supposed to be at some fancy restaurant-sometime around eight- that had dim lights, and cozy booths. We were going to stare into each others eyes, and then he would grab my hands and start rambling on about how long he's been looking for something like this, and how happy he is to have finally found it.
Then he'd finally come to the end of his speech, and he would look back into my eyes, because at some point his would have dropped to stare at our linked hands, and then he would utter those three final words, "I love you."
I would smile bashfully, with an elegant blush upon my cheeks, and shyly repeat the words. My eyes would leave his to glance at the poorly put together flower arrangement on the table-because let's face it; this is Ohio- out of embarrassment. He would put a finger under my chin and tilt my head back up to look at him, and as I stare into his warm hazel eyes, I would realize that he's slowly moving closer. We would meet halfway across the table and share a sweet, tender kiss; and no one would jeer, or hiss at us, because this was my perfect fantasy, and in my dreams Lima wasn't filled with ignorant meat-heads that couldn't stand the sight of love that wasn't set within their heterosexual parameters.
This is what I think in the moments of near silence after Blaine's confession. At first I'm angry because I didn't want this important first in our relationship to occur in a noisy, over crowded coffee shop, but then I realize- it doesn't matter where it happens. I'm sitting across from my handsome, kind, smart, boyfriend, who just confessed his love for me. And while I'm sitting here, internally raging over the fact that it wasn't said in some dimly lit, 'romantic' restaurant, he's watching with his head in his palm and a smile on his face as if he doesn't even care if I return his sentiments.
"I love you." I reply. "You know if you think about it, Kurt Hummel has had a pretty good year." And it's the truth. Though it's been filled with many more downs than ups, I found the love of my life. Sure we just confessed our love while we were surrounded by the almost overpowering noise of people talking, and the sounds of the espresso machine, but having Blaine in front of me, and knowing that he doesn't just care for me, but loves me, well I just don't see how it could get more romantic than that.
And yes, there was no sweet, tender kiss shared across the table, but who cares? There's no doubt in my mind that there will be once we get back to my car, though decidedly not so sweet and tender if I have anything to say about it.
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