So I have never written any form of fanfiction in my life, despite being an avid reader of it, so we will see how this goes. I realize that I am a little late to the game with the whole Klaine fanfiction and whatnot, but lets be honest. Klaine will never die. Their love is much too powerful. Anyway, I had an idea. And usually when I have an idea I never end up going through with it because I am a lazy piece of trash and a professional procrastinator. But I really wanted to do this because there is no high level of commitment and I can work on it whenever I want. So its perfect for me!
Also, a little introduction to the story because my summary sucks. Basically when Kurt and Blaine broke up, I died. I was not okay, as I'm sure most of you also felt. So the way I was able to cope with it was by pretending that Blaine never cheated on him in the first place. But my imagination can only take me so far. So I began to write this. This is pretty much my take on what could have happened if Blaine had never cheated. Kurt is still in New York, and Blaine begins to feel like Kurt doesn't care about him anymore due to him being to busy with his internship at Vogue. So Blaine takes off to New York to save their relationship that he feels is crumbling down around him.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Maybe not even this idea. I don't know. So my sincerest apologies to anyone who had this idea, or written a story similar to this one, but I have no way of knowing that so... Sorry.
Blaine sighed, feeling dejected as the call was forwarded to voicemail. Again.
I really should be used to this by now, he thought.
Ever since Kurt had moved to New York for his internship at Vogue, the time they spent talking to each other seemed to be decreasing every day.
"I know he's busy with his new job, and I am so proud of him for even getting such a hard internship in the first place, but it would be nice to be able to have a real conversation rather than him going on and on about what he did that day, or how annoying Rachel is, or about how funny his new coworker is! He never lets me get a word in!"
Blaine threw up his hands in frustration as he and Sam walked down the hallways of McKinley High School.
"I mean, just the other day we were talking on Skype when I finally got the chance to speak. All it was, was a simple question about which bow tie goes better with my yellow polo, and all he said was that "a yellow polo is a crime against humanity" he then proceeded to drone on about the importance of knowing which colors you should never wear with certain skin tones, and all the new and exciting things that he has learned since he started working for Vogue. I feel like I can't tell him anything without him turning it around so he can talk about himself! Its like he stopped caring about me as soon as he arrived in New York." Blaine sucked in a deep breath after finishing his rant.
"Why don't you tell Kurt any of this?" Sam questioned.
"BECAUSE I CAN'T GET A WORD IN WHEN WE TALK!" Blaine shouted a little too loudly.
"Okay, okay. Blaine calm down. It's important that you listen to this. Okay?"
"Okay," Blaine said looking slightly guilty about his outburst.
"Blaine. You need to tell him how you are feeling," Sam said, putting a reassuring hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Not communicating is going damage your relationship beyond repair."
"What relationship?" Blaine muttered bitterly.
Sam stopped walking abruptly, causing Blaine to stop as well. "Blaine." said Sam sternly "Do you love him?"
"What? Of course I do, but-"
"Do you want to keep him in your life? As your boyfriend?"
"Yes, but-"
"Blaine! If you truly love him, you have to tell him what's been going on with you lately!" Sam huffed, exasperated.
Sam left Blaine to think about what he said, turning into his class. Blaine stood in the rapidly emptying hallway mulling over Sams words. He knew if he wanted to save his relationship he would have to do something. When did Sam become so insightful? He thought before making his way to class.
Blaine took a deep steadying breath as he brought his hand to knock on Kurt and Rachel's apartment door. He had flown all the way to New York -on impulse he'll admit- knowing his relationship is too important to him for it to go on this way.
He stood there for almost two minutes waiting for someone to answer the door. Just as he was about to walk away, the door slid open to reveal a shocked looking Rachel.
"Blaine?! What on earth are you doing here? I don't remember Kurt saying anything about you coming to visit." Rachel exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug.
Blaine chuckled at the tone of Rachel's loud and demanding voice. He didn't realize how much he missed her.
"Well he probably didn't say anything because he didn't know I was coming," Blaine admitted sheepishly.
Rachel pulled out of the embrace to look at him with a confused look on her face. "What do you mean he didn't know?" She questioned.
"I mean that I didn't tell him. I didn't even know that I was coming until I found myself booking the next flight out here last night." Blaine said.
"What are you doing here? I mean, I'm happy to see you of course, but why the spontaneous trip? Its romantic and all, but why not wait until a break from school or something? Why not check with Kurt first?"
"I guess I just needed to talk to him?" Blaine said, though it sounded more like a question.
Rachel watched him toeing off his shoes and taking off his coat before saying "But you guys talk on the phone almost every night."
"Well, yes but-"
"It's not the same," Rachel finished.
"Exactly," Blaine said, dropping to the old couch heavily.
Rachel looked at Blaine, who was looking tired and conflicted. "It's more than that isn't it." Rachel guessed.
Blaine sighed, dropping his head into his hands. "No. Yes. I don't know! He's just been so distant lately! He's been so determined to do good at this internship that he can't focus about anything else, much less have a conversation about anything else." Blaine said tiredly.
Rachel groaned. "Ugh, you don't even know the half of it! Vogue this, Vogue that! We all get it Kurt! You work at Vogue! I don't think I can stand it any longer!"
Blaine laughed internally. She sounded almost exactly like Kurt when he was talking about her.
He nodded, feeling some relief that he wasn't the only one that felt this way.
Blaine opened his mouth to respond when the sound of the large wooden door opening cut him off and Kurt's voice floated towards him from the doorway.
"Rachel, we have to check out the new restaurant that just opened down the street. Kelly from the fourth floor was telling me all about it today, and I'm dying to try it. I'm am absolutely starving!" Kurt turned around from closing the door to see both Blaine and Rachel watching him from the couch with amused expressions.
Kurt blinked.
He stood still for a moment looking at them before he finally comprehended that Blaine was in his living room. In his apartment. In New York.
"Blaine! What? When?!"
Blaine seemed to be having a similar problem from the couch. It was as if all the problems he was struggling with went out the door as soon as he saw Kurt in the flesh for the first time in months. He had forgotten how beautiful his boyfriend was.
They moved at the same time. Kurt rushed forward as Blaine jumped up from the couch. They fell into each other as soon as they were close enough to pull the other into their arms. They both finally felt as if they were home.
Kurt didn't know how much he had missed his boyfriend in that moment. He had been trying to distract himself from the ache in his heart from being so far away from him with work, that he didn't realize until that moment how desperate he was to be back in his arms.
They pulled back to look at each other before crashing their lips together in a passionate kiss that held all the words they were unable to say in that moment.
"Surprise," Blaine said gently after pulling away.
Kurt just smiled at his boyfriend before pulling him into another kiss.
Rachel cleared her throat. "Well it's nice to see you two together again, I'll leave you to talk."
Both Kurt and Blaine had forgotten she was even there, being too caught up in the excitement of seeing each other again. Rachel walked into her room and pulled the curtain closed.
Kurt pulled back from Blaine just enough to look him, but still in his arms. "Are you going to tell me why you're here?" He asked playfully.
"What, I can't just miss my boyfriend so much that I impulsively buy a last minute plane ticket to New York, ride in a taxi to his apartment, and show up unannounced?" Blaine teased back.
"Well when you put it that way…"
Blaine chuckled and kissed him quickly on the lips one more time before stepping back and grabbing his coat. "Come on, we can catch up more over dinner at that new restaurant you were wanting to try out. Go grab a coat and tell Rachel we're leaving."
"I missed you," Blaine said softly as they settled down across from each other at their table.
"I missed you too. So much," Kurt replied, reaching his hand across the table to take Blaine's.
They sat in comfortable silence, content to just sit and look at one another with their hands entwined on the top of the table.
After a few moments their waiter came and Blaine began to order. As he was ordering, he felt Kurt's foot bump against his under the table. He glanced over at Kurt to see him gazing at him teasingly. Blaine smiled back at him and nudged him back as Kurt began to order.
Blaine felt himself getting slightly emotional. It felt so good to be back with Kurt. He had missed him more than he thought possible, and sitting here holding hands over the table and their feet touching under the table, made Blaine feel like he was on top of the world.
However, Blaine couldn't forget the reason he was there in the first place. He knew he needed to talk to Kurt at some point, just not yet. Not when things were so perfect.
They talked about anything and everything as they ate. It reminded Blaine why he fell in love with Kurt in the first place. The way he talked to passionately about the things that were important to him, the way his eyes would light up with laughter as he and Blaine reminisce about their days in high school together.
It was as if nothing was wrong anymore. They had found their old rhythm again after having lost it for so long when Kurt moved away, and it filled both of them with happiness that neither of them had felt for a while.
Everything was perfect.
Until it wasn't.
Just as Blaine decided it was time he voiced his worries, Kurt's phone rang. The problem wasn't that it rang, or that Kurt needed to answer it. The problem wasn't even that all Blaine got was a rushed explanation of "Sorry, I have to take this. I'll be back in second." as Kurt was hurriedly getting out of the seat. The problem was, that Kurt was gone for a really long time.
Blaine understood that Kurt is very busy and it was probably an important call. But what he didn't understand was why is was taking him so long! Blaine had been sitting at their table for 30 minutes.
30 minutes!
Their evening had gone from utterly perfect to the complete opposite because of one phone call. A phone call that had been going on now for over half an hour.
Every minute that ticked by, Blaine was getting more fed up.
"Maybe something is really wrong at work. Maybe there is an emergency that they really need him for," Blaine tried to calm himself down.
By the time he had fully convinced himself that whatever Kurt was needed for was extremely important, 45 minutes later, Kurt came back to the table.
"Sorry that took so long," Kurt said.
"No, it must have been important, it's totally fine. Was it about work?" Blaine questioned, telling himself he had no reason to be upset.
"Oh no, it was just Stacy. She is going on a date later with some guy she met later tonight and needed to know what to wear." Kurt brushed it off.
"And that took 45 minutes?" Blaine said, beginning to feel extremely annoyed at this point.
Yep. He definitely has reason to be upset.
"Um, yeah. Fashion is not a joke Blaine." Kurt said seriously. "Now let's get back to the apartment before it rains. I can't ruin my new shoes. They cost a fortune."
Blaine didn't respond. He just shrugged, paid the bill, and waited for Kurt to put his coat back on so they could leave.
Self absorbed, high-end, fashion employee for Vogue, extraordinaire, Kurt Hummel was back.
Blaine really should have brought up his feelings over dinner. Maybe this could have been avoided.
It was as if the phone call had flipped a switch in Kurt. He was no longer the witty, sassy, and charming Kurt that Blaine just had dinner with.
The taxi ride back to the apartment would have been filled with uncomfortable silence had Kurt stopped talking on the way back. He went from one topic to the next, without even stopping to ask Blaine his opinion on any of it.
Blaine didn't even try to cut in. Knowing that if he opened his mouth before he was calm enough, he would end up saying something he would really regret. So he stayed silent for the entire way back, the whole time in the elevator, all up until the point of walking through the entrance to the apartment.
Blaine was snapped out of his thoughts by Kurt asking where Rachel was. He shrugged, and went to go get changed.
When he exited the bathroom, Kurt was just finishing getting ready for bed. Blaine silently walked towards the bed and grabbed a pillow before walking over to the couch to set up his bed.
"Are we sleeping on the couch tonight?" Kurt asked, sounding slightly amused.
"No, we aren't," Blaine snapped impatiently, all the angry and hurt feelings he had been holding back coming to the surface.
"Blaine."
"What?" Blaine said, not looking up from making his bed.
"Blaine!"
"What!"
"Blaine, look at me!" Kurt raised his voice.
"What Kurt?!" Blaine shouted.
"What is wrong with you tonight?" Kurt asked, taken aback by the anger in Blaine's voice.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it." Blaine said in a softer, but still irritated voice.
"Blaine, talk to me. I'm your boyfriend." Kurt pleaded stepping towards him.
"Oh you are? It sure doesn't feel like it." Blaine snapped without thinking.
Kurt took a step back, looking stunned. "What did you just say?"
Blaine took a deep breath. It was now or never. "I said it doesn't feel like you are my boyfriend, Kurt!" He stated simply.
Kurt was shocked. "Why would you even say that? Of course I am. Unless you broke up with me, which I'm sure I would have remembered."
"Would you have remembered that? Would you really? We never talk anymore! How would you remember something like that if you only have enough room in your head for anything unless it concerns Vogue, or the trendy diet you're thinking about going on, or your opinion on the latest Project Runway episode! When was the last time we talked, Kurt? Do you remember? Because I don't."
"We talk all the time, what are you saying?" Kurt said shakily.
"No we don't Kurt! That's what I'm trying to say! You do enough talking for the both of us! You're using me as an ear to complain to, and you don't even consider that maybe I want to tell you about my day too! Because that's what you're supposed to do in a relationship. You listen to each other."
Kurt stayed still, looking at Blaine with increasingly wet eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
"I just want to be able to talk to you, tell you I love you, have you tell me you love me too. I want to be able to tell you about my day, and ask how yours was before you launch into a giant monologue before I even get the chance."
Kurt opened his mouth again, but Blaine wasn't finished. Everything that had been on his mind for the last few weeks came pouring out.
"It's like as soon as you got the internship you dropped me. Was I just something to pass the time when you were living in Lima? A temporary fling until you could get out of there and find yourself a more handsome, more mature guy?"
"Blaine, that's not-" Kurt tried, his tears flowing freely now.
"That's exactly what it was Kurt!" Blaine Yelled. "Or at least, that how you made me feel. Do you even love me at all anymore?" He finished, his voice becoming frail and broken as tears streaked down his face.
"Blaine…" Kurt said uncertainty, taking a step forward towards Blaine once again.
Blaine held up his hand to stop him. "Don't," he said. "I'm sorry. I just need a little time to cool off."
He grabbed the pillow and blanket off of the small couch in Kurt's bedroom before making his way to the living room to sleep on that couch instead.
Kurt stood in the middle of his room with tears running down his face, deciding that he should give Blaine some space.
He felt absolutely horrible.
He had caused Blaine, his Blaine to feel unloved, and worthless. Something he had promised himself that he would never make him feel.
And now, their relationship, the one thing that Kurt could always count on, was crumbling down around him, and he didn't know how to stop it.
He loves Blaine more than he ever thought possible, and hated himself for making Blaine feel like that was not the case. He needed to make Blaine feel like the amazing, and lovable person he was. He just didn't know how.
But he wasn't going to let anything stop him. He would fix this. He has to fix this. He would not let the most important thing in his life get away.
Kurt was up all night working on his plan to plea for Blaine's forgiveness, and when he finally did get to bed, he was tossing and turning all night long. Although, this was not a new issue for him. He had been having a hard time sleeping ever since he left Ohio.
This probably had something to do with the fact that for two weeks before he left, he had convinced his dad to let Blaine stay overnight, and spent every night for two weeks sleeping in his arms.
Now Kurt couldn't sleep without the comfort that sleeping in Blaine's arms provided him. Settling into Blaine's arms and finally getting a good night's sleep was one of the things that Kurt was most looking forward to at the end of the night. And he had screwed it all up.
He couldn't stop replaying the conversation in his head. He was consumed with guilt. He couldn't believe that he made Blaine feel that way. The look of pain and hurt on Blaine's face kept flashing in his mind every time he closed his eyes.
He really hoped his plan worked. He wouldn't know what to do if it didn't. Were things past the point of no return? Where did he stand with Blaine? Were they going to be okay after this?
This was the biggest fight they had ever had, and Kurt was scared that it would ruin their relationship. He didn't try to push Blaine away, but that's what ended up happening. But he is going to fix it. No matter what.
Kurt finally fell asleep with hope that things would be better by tomorrow night. They had to be.