Ok I am on a role… This is the fourth story I have posted in two days! That's a record for me! This is just a story I came up with while listening to Lady Gaga's You and I, and it escalated into this. Hope you enjoy, please review! I don't own anyone in this story and I certainly don't own any of the songs so…
Kurt felt his stomach sinking, as he sat in front Blaine and Blaine took his hand in that 'I have something to tell you' way, Kurt hated it so much. He'd known that when Blaine accepted the job in L.A, with Kurt's support, that something less than great would happen with them as a couple. It had been such a good offer though that Kurt knew he could never keep Blaine from it, and would just have to accept the consequences, even if they broke his heart.
"Babe, I love you, you know that right?" Blaine asked and Kurt felt like he just wanted to cover his ears and sing.
"Yes, and I love you too," Kurt practically whispered, knowing exactly where this was going.
"But with me being in L.A. and you being here it's going to make things really tough, and you don't deserve that. I know for a fact that there are dozens of guys willing to be at your beckon call, and you shouldn't be with someone you are only going to see once every few months. It worked that first year with you at NYADA because we both knew it was just a year, but I don't know how long I'll have this job, it may be forever and I just…" Kurt cut Blaine off so he didn't have to listen anymore, he couldn't take it.
"I understand, and I agree, it wouldn't be fair to either of us to wait. Better to close on a good note as oppose to angry and bitter, right?" Kurt forced a soft smile when all he felt like doing was crying.
"God, you are perfect, and will always be the best thing that ever happened to me," Kurt couldn't hold back a soft sob, but swallowed it quickly and kissed Blaine's hand softly.
"You too."
TWO YEARS LATER
He and Kurt had ended on a good note, Kurt's career had skyrocketed even further after Blaine left and the job in L.A. for Blaine had been great, but there was always something missing, and both men pretended they didn't know what it was.
Blaine couldn't help but beam now that he was back in NYC, L.A. had been good, but NYC was home, and it's where his heart was, in more ways than one. As he walked down the street he saw a billboard with his first love's picture and he swelled with pride. He always knew Kurt would make it, but seeing his face 50 stories in the New York sky was more than a belief.
"Kurt!" A voice called out and Blaine turned to look to see the love of his life, looking impossibly more beautiful than he had the last time Blaine saw him. The man who had called out Kurt's name was now running up to the grinning countertenor. The man was gorgeous, with silky black hair, a beautiful jaw line, and a great smile. Kurt grinned and threw his arms around the man, kissing his lips lightly. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but it was comfortable and familiar and Blaine's heart broke, part of him had hoped that since he was back, they could have another chance. But it was ridiculous to think Kurt wasn't taken, he was perfect, successful, everything a man could possibly want. Blaine quickly ducked into a store as the attractive couple walked by, kicking himself for ever letting Kurt walk out of his life.
"It's why I love you, Brett," Kurt's voice hit him like a truck and his breath caught, that had hurt more than he expected.
Another three weeks passed before he had the courage to call Rachel and let her know he was back in town, she would tell Kurt and Blaine hadn't wanted him to know at first.
"Hello," Rachel's familiar busy, rushed voice greeted him.
"How's my favorite Maria?" Blaine asked, smiling.
"Oh my God, Blaine!" She squealed, "Give me a minute," he heard her say to someone, before speaking again. "How are you? Are you in town?"
"I'm ok, and yes, I'm back, permanently." Blaine held the phone back from his ear as Rachel screamed in joy.
"We have to have lunch! Have you told Kurt?" Suddenly her voice lowered and Blaine's stomach dropped.
"No, not yet, but I saw him a couple of weeks ago, with Brett," Blaine said but then Rachel giggled.
"Isn't he a babe?" she asked and suddenly Blaine was angry at her,
"Yeah, they looked good together." But then Rachel froze,
"Together? Oh my God! You thought they were together?"
"They weren't?" Blaine asked, trying not to sound happy. Rachel chucked,
"No, sweetie, they are just friends, Brett's a bit of a man whore, and Kurt respects himself way too much for that. He just broke up with Matt a couple of months ago, he's single right now. What about you?"
"I had a couple flings out there, but none of them could compare."
"Blaine," Rachel said softly, "You can't hurt him again."
"What do you mean? Our breakup was mutual," Blaine explained.
"No, he didn't want to hold you back, he knew if he asked you to stay you'd end up resenting him, and he wouldn't do that." Rachel explained and Blaine could do nothing more than stare straight ahead, "He is the first Emcee for Cabaret that the casting ever had to ask to gain weight. He lost twenty pounds that first month after you left, and he didn't have twenty pounds to lose. But it wasn't like he sat around and moped all the time, he just… existed. Took him nearly six months before I saw a genuine smile again."
"Fuck," Blaine breathed, had it known the reaction Kurt would have, he would have never left his side.
"I always found it interesting to watch his other break ups, he dated three guys that lasted longer than 5 months…. After every break up, he'd spend the night locked up in his apartment with a gallon of rocky road and watches When Harry met Sally, which never made sense to me but…" Rachel had by then processed the sharp gasp that escaped Blaine's lips, "But apparently it does to you." There was a question there, but Blaine knew that if Kurt had never told her that they had once said they were like "When Harry Met Sally" then it wasn't up to Blaine to tell her.
"Do you think I have a shot?" Blaine asked, he already knew exactly what he was going to do, if Rachel would help him. Rachel inhaled deeply,
"I can't pick the pieces up again, Blaine, if you hurt him again, there will be nothing left for me to fix." She warned, but Blaine only smiled,
"If he will have me, I don't plan on leaving his side ever again."
"Ok then," Rachel was grinning, he could hear it, "What can I do to help?"
Three nights later Rachel was literally dragging a whining Kurt into a bar, not just any bar, the bar that Blaine and Kurt used to go to when they wanted a night out. And Blaine had occasionally played shows there, and to Kurt it was like going back to the place where you were happiest, only he wasn't happy anymore. Kurt was successful, award winning, critically acclaimed, well respected and beloved actor, but he would always be missing the person that had made him truly rich, even when they were both poor, living in the Bronx. This bar had once been one of his favorite places in the world, but now, it was just a painful reminder of what he no longer had.
"Rachel, can we please go to another bar? Any other, I would rather be at home watching Project Runway reruns, but since you insist that we go out, can we at least go somewhere else?" Rachel almost felt bad for the pain and desperation in Kurt's voice but she knew it was all a means to an end.
"No, the headliner tonight is someone I've been dying to see, and you will not get me to leave," Kurt nodded and started to head out the door alone, but Rachel grabbed him and pulled him back. "Nope, you aren't leaving either, just come sit on the couch and prepare yourself to be swept off your feet." Kurt glared at her before looking at the couch,
"Damn it," he hissed, Rachel looked at him and he motioned to the couch, "Blaine was working late one night and I stuck around and everyone had left and we…" he paused, looking around carefully, "Had relations on the couch." Rachel's eyes widened and she took a step away from the couch causing Kurt to laugh for the first time that night.
"Five songs, then if you still wanna leave we'll go," Rachel offered. Kurt sighed heavily but nodded, knowing that was the best he was going to get. Rachel smiled, satisfied and wrapped her arm around his waist, pulling him into a half hug as they waited for the performer to come on stage. Kurt had turned around to get a drink when he heard the most familiar voice in the world come from the speakers. His head snapped towards the stage and sure enough, he had the same dark curly hair and the same beautiful hazel eyes.
"No!" he said to Rachel as he turned to leave but once again she stopped him,
"Hear him out, Kurt," she begged but Kurt just shook his head,
"How could you?"
"Ok, hi, my name is Blaine and I am here tonight for one reason really, and that is to get the love of my life back." Kurt turned slowly to the stage, "I can't see out there real good, so I hope you're out there, I am so sorry and I love you so much. I have been in L.A. for the past two years and it was fine, but someone was always missing. I should never have left, Babe and I am so sorry. Here's my first song, I hope you accept my apology and my love." Kurt swallowed hard as he stared at his ex on stage, though ex had never really fit Blaine. Blaine would always be the man he loved, but risking his heart again, was almost too painful to think about.
It's been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I'm back in town
This time I'm not leaving without you
You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh
I'd give anything again to be your baby doll
This time I'm not leaving without you
The expression on Kurt's face remained angry and hurt but his stance relaxed and Rachel gave Kurt a bit more space, now sure that he wouldn't run out.
I said sit back down where you belong
In the corner of my bar with your high heels on
Sit back down on the couch where we
Made love the first time and you said to meSomething, something about this place
Something 'bout lonely nights and my chapstick on your face
Something, something about my cool Ohio guy
Yeah something about, baby, you and I
Kurt and Rachel both smirked at the edits of the song, Kurt shook his head.
It`s been two years since I let you go,
I couldn't listen to a joke or rock `n roll
Muscle cars drove a truck right through my heart
On my birthday you sang me a heart of gold
With a guitar humming and no clothes
This time I'm not leaving without you
Ooh-oh ooh-oh
"It wasn't Heart Of Gold, and it was a piano not a guitar, but I was naked," Kurt said to Rachel who flinched,
"I didn't need to know that!" Kurt wasn't sure how he felt yet, but his heart ached in a good way for the first time in two years.
Sit back down where you belong
In the corner of my bar with your high heels on
Sit back down on the couch where we
Made love the first time and I said to youSomething, something about this place
Something 'bout lonely nights and my chap stick on your face
Something, something about my cool Ohio guy
Yeah something about, baby, you and IYou and I
You, you and I
You, you and I
You, you and I, I
You and I
You, you and I
Oh yeah!
I'd rather die
Without you and IC'mon!
Put your drinks up!We got a whole lot of money, but we still pay rent
'Cause you can't buy a house in Heaven
There's only three men that Imma serve my whole life
It's my daddy and Ohio and Jesus ChristSomething, something about the chase
Six whole years
I'm a New York man, born to run you down
So have my chap stick all over your face
Something, something about just knowing when it's right
So put your drinks up for Ohio
For Ohio, Ohio, I love youYou and I
You, you and I
Baby, I rather die!
Without you and IYou and I
You, you and I
Ohio, I rather die
Without you and IIt's been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I'm back in town
This time I'm not leaving without you.
Everyone in the club roared in approval, except Kurt who just watched Blaine carefully. His eyes were heartbroken and pleading, only Kurt would notice though, only he noticed how Blaine absentmindedly stroked the neck of his guitar as he waited for the applause to die down. It was a sign that Blaine was scared, of rejection, he only did that when he thought what he was doing wasn't going to be good enough.
"This next song, we actually did in our high school glee club together, we made it a duet, but… it's actually a solo song, so here I go…"
"He is not playing-"
Made a wrong turn, once or twice
"Ok, so apparently he is, fuck he knows how to straight for my jugular," Kurt's voice broke as he listened to his love sing.
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly lifeMistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still aroundPretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to meYou're so mean when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead.So complicated,
Look happy, You'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
(ohh ohhhhhhh)Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to meThe whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line and we try try, try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?Pretty, pretty, prettyPretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing than you are perfect to me
(you're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me
"You really are, Babe, and I was blind as to how good I had it. No, that's not really true, I knew how good I had it, I knew you were the best thing on earth, but I was young and stupid. This next song, is the first song I ever watched make you cry, and it doesn't fit us exactly, but…" Kurt's mind flew back to when he first knew Blaine and all the songs they'd listened to, nothing really prepared him for the tune that he heard.
Your Eyes How'd I Let You Slip Away When I Looked Into Your Eyes I Should Tell You I Should Tell You
As We Said Our Goodbyes
Can't Get Them Out Of My Mind
And I Find I Can't Hide (From)
Your Eyes
The Ones That Took Me By Surprise
The Night You Came Into My Life
Where There's Moonlight
I See Your Eyes
When I'm Longing So To Hold You
Now I'd Die For One More Day
'Cause There's Something I Should
Have Told You
Yes There's Something I Should Have
Told You
Why Does Distance Make Us Wise?
You Were The Song All Along
And Before The Song Dies
I Have Always Loved You
You Can See It In My Eyes
Kurt wiped away tears of disbelief and love,
"Your eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen, happy, sad, mad, turned on," Blaine let a smile show as the audience chuckled softly. "The point is, your eyes will always be the ones I want to spend the rest of my life waking up to." Kurt pressed his lips together, still not moving from his spot, unsure of if he should move on from Blaine, or if, Blaine was always endgame. "I love you, Angel," Kurt's breath caught at the nickname, it was one Blaine called him when he wanted to truly let Kurt know how much he meant to him. It came from them watching Rent, and Blaine had said, 'You are the Angel to my Collins.'
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
Kurt had made his decision, and clearly Blaine knew that,
"This next song, is a duet, one that I need a partner for, so, if you forgive me, please sing it with me, and if you don't, I hope you get all the happiness in the world, you deserve it."
Never knew I could feel like this Come what may
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings?
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Kurt pressed his lips together tightly as Blaine's face fell with agony, but Kurt couldn't bare it any longer and he moved for the first time since seeing Blaine.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
The audience spun around and as soon as they realized who it was, a lot of them broke out cheering. But Kurt didn't notice that, all he saw was Blaine's face light up brighter than the spot light that had now fallen on him as he walked toward the stage.
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, and Kurt smiled happily at him. Of course Blaine was endgame, he always had been, always would be.
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather,
And stars may collide
But I love you (I love you)
The two men pressed their faces together, both grinning, elated to be together again.
Until the end of time(until the end of time)Come what may Oh, come what may, come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
I will love you,
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
The crowd was all on their feet, screaming, and whistling, but Kurt and Blaine were too occupied by each other's lips to care. When they parted, Blaine lifted Kurt off the ground and spun him around, kissing him once more, they had been apart two years, they had a lot of catching up to do.
"I'm sorry," Kurt put his finger over Blaine's lips to shush him.
"Past. I want to talk about the present," Blaine's smile widened and he nodded, burying his face in Kurt's neck, kissing the skin under it. "Please tell me we can leave," Kurt said as the crowd continued their applause.
"Of course, I was only slated for those five." Kurt laughed and nodded,
"Good, because there are things I want to do you tonight, Blaine Anderson." Blaine's eyes darkened with desire and he nodded, grabbing Kurt's hand as they started backstage. Suddenly Kurt stopped, scanning the faces for Rachel, he found her quickly, tears streaming down her face, she motioned him on, as she beamed joyfully for her friends. Suddenly she thought of "When Harry Met Sally"… That's why Kurt watched it, it had the ending he wanted for himself and Blaine. She grinned, she was glad Kurt got his man.
Song list:
You and I-Lady Gaga
F**king Perfect—Pink
Your Eyes—RENT
Your Song—Elton John (But I had Darren Criss's cover version in mind as the song Blaine sings)
Come What May—Moulin Rogue Italics is Blaine. Bold is Kurt Bold/Italics is both. Please review.