Okay. I spent a loooong time on this. Thanks to it'.unusual. who told me everything I needed to know about Klaine. I've made Blaine Kurt's age for the purpose of this story, though I'm really not sure whether he is or not. I own nothing. Except Aston.
It is said that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.
Kurt Hummel had often said that that particular old wives tale was a load of tosh. However, when he was walking down the aisle on his father's arm – Burt's eyes sparkling with tears – and his fiancé-soon-to-be-husband turned to look at him, Kurt got the fright of his life.
Because instead of the blonde hair and green eyes he expected to see, he found himself staring at a curly haired man, shorter than himself, wearing a Dalton blazer.
Kurt shook himself out of it, and smiled at Aston. I love him, he reminded himself firmly. Stop thinking about Blaine. Blaine. Is. Gone. Except he's not... said a little voice in the back of his head. He's on Broadway, like you should be. You know where he is. You know where to find him. I don't want to find him! Kurt argued back, and reached out a hand to take Aston's. Mercedes, sitting in the front row next to his parents, Finn and Rachel, and wearing a fantastic pink hat, gave him a thumbs up.
It seemed slightly reluctant, but then Mercedes never had liked Aston.
"Oh, excuse me?" Kurt calls. A teenager with a ridiculous amount of gel in his hair turns to face him. Kurt feels his heart stop. "Um... Hi... Can I ask you a question? I'm new here..."
"My name's Blaine," the man says, shaking Kurt's hand. Kurt feels his cheeks stretch as he smiles too widely.
"Kurt," he hears himself reply.
"Do you Aston Michael Canchery take this man, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel to be your lawful wedded husband?"
"I love you," Blaine says, almost absently. Kurt swallows, and the coffee burns his throat. He can feel his face heating up, and his mind isn't helping – busy squealing 'Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!'
Blaine's smiling dreamily at him – not expecting any reply, and that's what does it for Kurt.
"I love you too," he says, matter of factly.
And it's the truest thing he's ever said.
"I do," Aston says, and he smiles brilliantly at Kurt.
"You're beautiful, you know?" Blaine says once. Kurt goes crimson, and he's so glad he has a boyfriend that calls him 'beautiful' instead of 'hot' because it means that much more.
"And do you, Kurt Elizabeth –"
"What's your middle name, Kurt?" Blaine asks one day. They're coming home from the cinema, hand in hand. "I've been wondering."
"Elizabeth," Kurt says, proudly.
"Elizabeth..." Blaine repeats.
"Yes. It was my mom's name." Kurt's defensive. He was often teased about his name, so he'd started keeping it to himself.
"I like it," Blaine says, stopping, and pulling Kurt round to face him. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."
"Blaine – we're in public," Kurt whispers, blushing furiously.
"So?" Blaine asks, kissing him.
"-Hummel, take this man –"
It's almost midnight the night of their graduation. They're lying in the grass outside Kurt's house.
"I'm getting muddy," Kurt whines.
"You're not wearing Alexander McQueen, so it's okay," Blaine replies, squeezing Kurt's hand. "You looked amazing in the cap and gown, by the way."
"Oh shut up," Kurt says, going red.
"You did!" Blaine laughs. "But I prefer your normal look."
"Well good. Because I am never wearing anything so shapeless ever again."
A silence stretches between them – but it's comfortable. Kurt is the one to break it.
"Blaine..." he says, tentatively. "We're... We're alright, aren't we?"
"You and me?" Blaine sits up. "Love, we shine like a burning star, falling from the sky tonight."
"I can't believe you just quoted Bono to cheer me up!" Kurt says, scandalised.
"I can't believe you knew what it was," Blaine teases. "Did it work?"
"You know it worked," Kurt replies, kissing him on the cheek.
"-Aston Michael Canchery –"
Kurt is lying on his back in the college dormitory, listening to Rachel cry over her latest break up with Finn.
"He dumped me for some blonde bimbo!" she squeals, angrily.
"Rach," Kurt says, rolling onto his front to look at her. "If my step brother thinks you're not worth as much as some ditzy blonde – Hold up, Blaine's calling."
He picks up his phone, and Rachel huffs.
"Fine! I know that your boyfriend's more important than my heartbreak."
But she's smiling.
"-To be your lawful –"
"Do you ever think about getting married?" Blaine asks. They're in New York – Blaine's flown over to spend the weekend with his long distance boyfriend. He goes to a college in Ann Arbour, while Kurt is a star student at NYADA.
"I don't suppose I've ever really thought about it," Kurt lies. He's spent so much time envisioning his perfect wedding that he even knows the shoe shine he's going to use. Blaine is always the groom, and Kurt is leaning towards wearing a veil. He thinks it adds a sort of mystique. It might, however, mess up his hair – and that cannot happen on their big day.
"Wedded –"
It isn't really a breakup. They just sort of... drift apart. Blaine can't fly across the country every weekend, and Kurt has too much homework. When they graduate from college, Kurt is almost immediately snapped up by a theatre. It's only a small one – but it's a start. Blaine is in New York now, but working for a top law firm, that keeps him busier than ever. They still go out on dates, and enjoy the freedom New York gives, but even that stops as time goes on.
"Husband?"
When Finn and Rachel get their acts together and get married, Kurt re-meets Blaine again. They're both aware that they can't call each other boyfriend anymore, but Kurt hadn't expected for Blaine to have moved on so quickly.
"Meet James," Blaine says. "He's my boyfriend."
Is it just Kurt, or does he seem apologetic?
"I do," Kurt breathes. Aston's eyes shine.
Brrrrriiing. Brrrrriiiing.
"Hello? Kurt Hummel speaking?"
"Hey Kurt. It's Wes."
"Wes! Hi! How are you? I haven't seen you for ages? How's David?"
"Hey. I'm fine. No, you haven't. David's curled up in the foetal position on my floor because you've been ignoring us."
Kurt laughs. He stopped seeing Wes and David when he stopped seeing Blaine.
"So what's up?"
"I'm getting married."
Kurt is so glad he put down his glass of wine to answer the phone, because otherwise he'd have done a spittake (so unclassy) and red wine is the hardest thing to get out of a white carpet.
"What? Who? David?"
"WE'RE NOT GAY!" Wes yells down the line, and Kurt chuckles. "No, Summer."
"This summer?"
"No, we're getting married in winter. She's called Summer. Anyway – David lost your address, so I'm ringing you. Can you make it? It's the 5th December? Blaine'll be there."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Kurt smiles.
For some reason he cries himself to sleep that night.
"If anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot be legally joined in marriage, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."
Aston looks round worried, and Kurt does too.
Carole is crying. Burt is too. Finn has one arm around Rachel, who is grinning madly at him. Mercedes is sobbing into a tissue.
It's exactly as Kurt always dreamed it, except... there's something missing.
He's been dating Aston for three years, when the blonde gets down on one knee. Kurt squeals.
"Kurt. I had a whole long speech prepared for this, but I've forgotten it. I love you Kurt, and... Well... Would you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?"
"Yes yes yes!" Kurt cries. The ring is beautiful, and he kisses Aston. "It's beautiful Blaine, I love it."
The silence that follows is the most awkward Kurt has ever known.
There's a silence in the hall. No one objects. Everyone thinks the ceremony is beautiful, and the couple up there look perfect together.
"Then, by the power invested –"
"I do," Kurt whispers, and there's a horrified silence from the guests. "I'm sorry, Aston, but I still love Blaine."
"You haven't seen him in years Kurt," Aston hisses. He turns to the priest, who has been watching the exchange with wide eyes. "He's just got pre-wedding jitters."
"No, I don't," Kurt says. He can feel tears coming. "I love Blaine, Aston. I love Blaine. Not you. I'm so sorry."
"Kurt!" Aston cries, but Kurt's gone. He's tearing back down the aisle, and out through the doors. It's a beautiful summer's day outside, and there's a man singing on the street corner.
"... And if you have a minute why don't we go, talk about it somewhere only we know –"
"OH COME OFF IT!" Kurt yells, frightening the busker.
That's when he realises he's stranded in the middle of New York, still hopelessly in love with his high school sweetheart, and with no way to contact him, because the only address he has is the theatre he's working at – and what if he's not there?
Or, and this possibility is much much worse. What if he's not interested?
The sensible thing to do would be to go back into the church, agree that it was just pre wedding jitters. Aston would forgive him. Aston always forgave him.
And that's why it wouldn't be fair. Because Kurt had never – and he could see no way of it happening in the future – reciprocated Aston's feelings for him. He'd given his heart to Blaine years before, when they met on that staircase.
"I hate myself," Kurt says to the busker. "I love Blaine. Go on. Play it. Somewhere Only We Know."
The busker obliges, still looking terrified of the man with perfect hair, wearing a tuxedo, a white rose in his button hole and no veil. The price would have been too high.
"I'll find you if we ever get back together," Kurt tell shim, seriously. "And pay you as much money as is in my purse."
And if you have a minute why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything so why don't we go, so why don't we go? This could be the end of everything, so why don't we go, somewhere only we know...
Is the ending OK? I have a feeling it's kinda cheesy... Also, I'm British, so I apologise for any British terms slipped in there. But please review?
Oh, also - this is currently it... but would anyone be interested in me continuing it?