Slightly AU fic because it's way ahead of the actual show. I won't say what's happening yet, but I think my lack of titling ability gives this one away. I still want you to read it though, because I love you all so much and my aim is to please.
I know that in the actual show, Kurt is a senior, therefore older than Blaine, who I know is a junior, but for all intensive purposes, it's reversed in this fic.
I'm hoping to eventually turn this into a multi-chapter thing, rather than just a oneshot, but given my schedule, I don't know if I'll really have a lot of time for it. Anyways, I'll stop talking and let you read. If it doesn't work out the way I plan, I still want you to read it and like it and stuff like that.
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PROMISE RINGS
Part One: Looking Back
Blaine Anderson walked through McKinley's nearly empty halls. Summer was getting closer by the day, and he hated the thought. The banners on the walls were so colorful, meant to be cheerful, but really, Blaine couldn't be more miserable.
"Congratulations, Grads of 2011!"
Just seeing it made him want to tear it down. He wasn't ready to leave. Not by a long shot. This was only Blaine's second year here, and already he was missing the obnoxious comments of Sue Sylvester. He turned the corner to enter the choir room for the last time. Mr. Schuester stood at the front of the class, announcing his own congratulations to them before the bell rang.
Kurt sat up in his usual seat in the top corner waving at Blaine to hurry up. He made his way up the stairs without a word and took his place next to his boyfriend. Blaine shot him a weak smile and held out his hand.
"What's the matter, Blaine. You seem upset?" Kurt said, lacing their fingers together.
Blaine stared to the front of the class, not paying much attention to Kurt at all.
"Blaine!"
"Huh? What? Sorry, Kurt. I'm just.. A bit out of it right now. What's Mr. Schue talking about?"
"Oh, nothing really. Talking about how he's gonna miss all the grads this year, and how we did so well at Nationals and blah, blah, blah."
"Ah, okay." Blaine slumped over in his chair a bit and started thinking, oblivious to the annoyed look on Kurt's face.
About Karofsky, how Kurt had snuck into Dalton two years ago to spy on the Warblers, but wound up transferring there in the end. He had to hand it to David. If it weren't for him terrorizing the daylights out of Kurt, they might never have fallen in love. The time he had talked the Warblers into helping him sing to Jeremiah at the GAP. Being rejected, feeling alone until Kurt told him he loved him. He remembered the day Kurt interrupted the Council meeting, barged in wearing all black and announcing Pavarotti's death. The way he sang Blackbird in his memory. Their first kiss in the Senior Commons.
Fast forward a year. Kurt had practically begged him to transfer to McKinley.
"I want the rest of high school to be magic." he had said.
It had been difficult, but Blaine wanted to see more of him. There was no doubt about it. It was leaving the Warblers that had been difficult. But hell, if it meant being with Kurt more, he would do it. Blaine thought of the night last November, and he couldn't help but grin.
Of course, Santana of all people had been the first to notice, coming up to Kurt's locker barely two weeks later to tell them they'd "done Auntie Tana proud."
And now here he was. Sitting next to Kurt. Waiting for the inevitable. This was the last day before their lives began. There would be no more getting slushied. No more Cheerios, extra Glee Club practices, fundraisers for Nationals.
Blaine turned to stare at Kurt. This would be the hard part. No matter what he told himself, he knew he'd never be ready. And there was no way that he could make Kurt leave.
Mr. Schuester started talking about plans for next year. How under Blaine's influence, New Directions should try to be a bit more 'Top 40' so they'd gain more members.
Through Blaine's cluttered thoughts, he heard something about "That new Adele song"
He squeezed Kurt's hand tighter, and the bell rang. Convocation was tonight, and that would be the end.
...
Principal Figgins called out the names, and the students walked across the stage to get their diplomas.
"..Noah Puckerman, Quinn Fabray, Blaine Anderson."
Blaine almost didn't hear his name. He had been too busy staring out into the audience at Kurt. He shook Figgins' hand and took the rolled up piece of paper casting his trademark smile out at the crowd, who clapped in his honor as he proceeded to sit down with the rest of the senior class.
After Lauren Zizes sat down next to him Principal Figgins reached for the microphone.
"Students, parents. Let's all congratulate the graduates of William McKinley High School, twenty eleven."
There was the thunderous roar of applause from everyone, and the words of "Don't Stop Believing" droned through the speakers.
A small tear trickled from Blaine's eye. It really was over.
End of part one! I think I will be able to make this into a multi chapter fic. I have lots more to work with, and I can see how I can make this go now. Please be patient with me, and I promise to put out new installments ASAP. I can't promise it'll be a long fic, but we'll see!
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