So I was talking to my friend Sarah and I was like hey, I'm going to write a Klaine story! So here it is, this is chapter one and I'm not sure how long it's going to be so please don't ask! I've never written anything military-related so if I screw up anything I apologize!
I know this is short, but I'm just setting up the plot, chapter two will be up soon!
BTW: Reviews make me upload faster!
Kurt sat impatiently at his computer, fingers drumming aimlessly on the desk as he waited for Blaine to log on. He glanced at the clock. 6:57. Damn! Every Thursday at 7:00 Blaine and Kurt conversed via Skype. Since Blaine had been stationed in Iran, it was one of the few things keeping their relationship alive. Every time Kurt saw Blaine, alive and unharmed, it gave him a fresh sense of hope. They would be together again; it was only a matter of time.
Kurt began to grow nervous when the clock read 7:30; Blaine had been late before, but never this late. Kurt's mind wandered to all the bad things that could have happened. He was jerked out of his nervous thoughts by the sound of his door bell ringing, that's odd, no one usually visits him, and they certainly don't ring the doorbell.
Kurt crossed the small apartment and fumbled with the million and one locks Blaine had insisted on installing. He finally got the door open and looked up to greet the visitor. When he saw who it was, however, all traces of the previous smile vanished from his face. A solemn looking man dressed in his army uniform stood at the door holding a thick white envelope. The man behind him, dressed likewise, stood holding a folded American flag.
Kurt gasped violently, but couldn't seem to catch his breath. He felt as though someone had reached in and plucked his heart straight from his chest. This was a joke right? It had to be. Blaine would jump out from behind that corner any second now. He would laugh and pull Kurt into his arms and everything would be all right.
When the man started speaking, though, Kurt found that possibility drifting further and further away.
"Mr. Hummel, I regret to inform you that Private Anderson has fallen in the line of duty..."
Kurt stopped listening. Who was this man to talk about Blaine like this? He didn't know Blaine. The Blaine that Kurt knew wasn't dead; he'd just talked to him last week. He'd just seen that dazzling smile and gorgeous face so full of life.
The men had long gone, but all Kurt could do was sit on the couch and stare at the flag in his hands. Blaine's dog tags lay on the couch next to him and he absentmindedly ran his fingers over the engraved metal. Blaine can't be gone. He wouldn't leave me here alone.
Kurt got up off the couch and dragged himself to the bedroom where he collapsed on Blaine's side, burying his face in his boyfriend's pillows. It was then that the tears finally came, when he realized that he would never wake up in Blaine's arms again. He would never be able to run his fingers through those unruly curls.
Kurt sobbed for hours into the pillows. He sobbed until his eyes were red and dry and he couldn't cry anymore. He fell asleep with his face in Blaine's pillows and his dog tags clutched tightly in his fingers.