With You I Will Leave
Author's Note: Yes, I know that he does not actually sing the song in Italian, but I thought it'd be best to write the lyrics in English. Enjoy! Also, got this idea from one of Darren's episodes of Eastwick :)
Blaine looked up and squinted as the blinding winter sun stung his eyes. He stuck out his tongue to catch a falling snowflake. In his arms held the boy he loved most. The person he loved most. God willing, the only one he will ever love. Kurt tried his hardest to snuggle into Blaine's neck, their height difference not assisting that effort. Always the fashionista, Kurt wore fur rimmed boots over his white skinny jeans, a slim jacket (Snow jackets do nothing for your figure, Blaine!), and a typical Burberry scarf around his neck, and he was freezing to say the least. Kurts teeth chattered violently. Blaine gave a soft chuckle.
"Silly goose, I told you to wear your ski jacket. It's below freezing out here!"
"I-I-I t-t-told you Bl-blaine," Kurt stammered, "Fashion k-knows no p-pain."
Blaine loved the snow, but he'd have all winter to enjoy it. Right now he only cared about keeping Kurt warm. "Come on, lets go inside. We can snuggle by the fire!" Blaine said, "Plus, my dad wont be home until late tonight," he added hopefully, catching Kurt's eye and smirking.
Kurt shook his head and pulled away. "N-no. You're having fun, I can tell. And I wont let my foolish clothing choice get in the way of that. I j-just need to move around, that's all." By the time Kurt finished talking he was jumping in place to try and get his blood flowing properly. "See, warmer already!" He said cheerfully, then added, "Hey! Let's race!" And took off.
Blaine smiled and thought about how much he loved Kurt, and how Kurt would suffer the cold to make him happy. Blaine laughed and took off after Kurt, who was running toward the edge of Blaine's father's expansive frozen estate.
Blaine caught up with Kurt and tackled him into the snow, making sure to land on the bottom so he wouldn't hurt Kurt. Once safely stationary on the ground, Blaine grabbed Kurt's upper arms with his gloved hands and rolled on top of the taller boy. He stared into Kurt's eyes for a second before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on the boy's lips. He pulled away and stared into Kurt's eyes, who stared back just as deeply. Kurt reached a hand up to Blaine's neck to pull him back down for another kiss. This kiss wasn't heated, like others have been. It was deep and searching, but slow and passionate. Love and adoration flowed from both boys' lips into the other, and they quickly entered into a state of bliss that neither would have ever thought they could feel a year ago.
Kurt broke the kiss this time. "Sorry," He smiled, "My back's getting wet from the snow."
Blaine gave him an understanding smile and got up off of his boyfriend, and reached out a hand. Kurt accepted the help and gingerly stood up. Blaine grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to brush the excess snow off of his back.
"Thanks babe," Kurt said, giving Blaine another quick kiss on the cheek. He then gave Blaine a coy smile, "Hey, we, uh, we never finished that race." Knowing that Blaine couldn't pass up a challenge Kurt smacked Blaine playfully on the butt before taking off at a sprint into the white snow.
"Hey! No fair!" Blaine laughed, and ran after Kurt. Then something hit him.
"KURT! STOP!" Blaine had stopped dead in his tracks. "Kurt! The lake!"
Kurt stopped as well, turning around to give Blaine a puzzled look. Kurt didn't see any lake. As if the lake had read his thoughts, it made an effort to be noticed. Kurt felt the ground tremor for a half a second, before he heard the inevitable craaaaccckkkk of splitting ice. The snow had camouflaged the partially frozen lake. Kurt looked down, then with a look of pure terror shot his gaze back up to his boyfriend, who was looking just as terrified back at Kurt.
"No." Blaine said, barely above a whisper. Then there was the crraaaccckkkkk again. Blaine panicked, but forced himself to appear calm for Kurt, but cold sweat dripped down the back of his ski jacket. "Babe, babe, listen, okay? Just, walk toward me okay."
Kurt nodded, and took a soft step forward. Then it happened. The ice split completely. Ten feet away, Blaine saw the love of his life throw one more look up at him before falling straight down and landing in the water with an icy splash. Blaine didn't hesitate. He pulled off his bulky gloves and got on his hands and knees and crawled to a thrashing Kurt.
"Blaine! Blaine please!" Kurt screamed, pleading with Blaine to get him out of the icy water.
"Hang on baby, just hold on, I've got you. I've got you." Blaine finally reached Kurt and grabbed on to both of his wrists to get a good grip. Blaine was laying on his stomach in an attempt to distribute his weight so as not to crack the ice any more. Kurt nodded frantically as tears streamed down his face. He was already getting paler than usual, even the red blotched the cold usually caused on his cheeks had disappeared completely. Blaine tried to dig the toes of his boots into the ice to pull back, but the slippery ice mixed with Kurt's weight and only dragged him closer to the edge.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" Blaine called, looking around frantically but no one was there. The icy road at the edge of the estate was as barren as the trees were. "Dammit!" Blaine said under his breath. "Hold on Kurt, let me try again."
"P-please Blaine. Please help me." Kurt stammered. His lips were blue now, the tears still flowing steadily. Blaine tried to get on his knees, his hands now under Kurt's arms and Kurt's arms tried desperately to cling to Blaine's neck. But the ice couldn't handle the pressure and Blaine dropped several inches closer to the water. He gave Kurt a look that conveyed nothing but guilt and apologies.
"Blaine, go. Just go, you can't help me." Kurt looked away. He was sobbing now. "Please Blaine, just get out of here."
"No way. Absolutely not." Blaine shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere, baby." He gripped Kurt as tightly as he could, closing his eyes and pushing his lips into the shivering boys wet hair.
"It-it hurts," Kurt cried, "S-so cold."
Kurt looked so pitiful, and there was only one thing Blaine could do. He braced himself for the icy plunge, and slid into the water.
"Blaine! What are you doing! You'll die!" Kurt screamed at Blaine, a look of horror on his face.
Blaine smiled softly through the pain of the nearly frozen water. "I wouldn't want to go any other way than by your side. I love you, Kurt."
Blaine hugged Kurt as tightly as he could, hoping beyond hope that he was somehow comforting his boyfriend, who was now completely still. Blaine knew he must have gone numb. "Blaine?" Kurt asked hoarsely. "Blaine, sing to me. Please." Kurt pleaded. Blaine was already having trouble keeping both of them above water, but knew it would give Kurt one last moment of happiness before the end.
Blaine thought for a second, then decided on a beautiful Italian opera song to sing. He knew Kurt wouldn't understand it, but that was probably best. He began.
When I am alone I sit and dream
And when I dream the words are missing
Yes I know that in a room so full of light
That all the light is missing
But I don't see you with me, with me.
Close up the windows, bring the sun to my room
Through the door you've opened
Close inside of me the light you see
that you met in the darkness.
Blaine thought back to when he first met Kurt. He had never told Kurt, but that time had been one of the darkest periods in his life. But he knew he had to take care of Kurt, so he didn't bring it up. He always wanted to put Kurt first. Honestly, seeing Kurt happy made him happy. What Kurt felt, Blaine felt. He kept on singing.
Time to say goodbye
Horizons are never far
Would I have to find them alone
without true light of my own with you
I will go on ships over seas
that I now know
No, they don't exist anymore
It's time to say goodbye
Now Blaine was crying too. He sang through the tears. But these tears didn't fall because he was going to die. They fell for Kurt. Blaine was in pain from the cold water, and he knew that what he felt, Kurt must be feeling too and it killed him to know that he had let this happen to Kurt on his watch. He heard Kurt wimper and Blaine's pause, so he continued, his mouth directly next to Kurt's ear.
When you were so far away
I sit alone and dream of the horizon
Then I know that you are here with me, with me
Building bridges over land and sea
Shine a blinding light for you and me
To see, for us to be
Blaine's breaths were coming in short gasps now. Blaine didn't know how much longer Kurt would last. He held him tighter and whispered a heartbreaking apology into Kurt's ear and tears fell down both of their faces. Kurt used any energy he had remaining to look up into Blaine's eyes one last time. He gave him a forgiving smile and leaned his forehead against his boyfriends and closed his eyes. He was too weak now to talk, but knew that Blaine was aware that this small gesture meant "I love you." Blaine sang the last chorus in English.
Time to say goodbye
Horizons are never far
Would I have to find them alone
without true light of my own with you
I will go on ships over seas
that I now know
No, they don't exist anymore
It's time to say goodbye
Kurt took one last shuddering breath and then went completely limp in Blaine's arms. Blaine knew it must be the end. Blaine himself was slipping in and out of consciousness, but knew he must finish this song for Kurt, weather Kurt would ever hear it or not.
So with you I will go
on ships over seas
that I now know
No, they don't exist anymore
It's time to say goodbye
so with you I will go...
I love you!
Blaine's vision went black for a second, then came back, then faded again. He heard tired screeching on the ice. Then nothing. Then he heard yelling, and he passed out again with his arms still locked in a tight grip around his boyfriend's lifeless body. He felt two hands under his armpits. And then everything went dark once again.
He woke up God knows how long later laying flat on his back under a leafless and lifeless oak tree. It took a minute before Blaine remembered what happened, and he shot straight up and looked around frantically. a foot away from him lay Kurt's body. Blaine's heart shattered as he looked at his boyfriend's limp body, his lips blue and his eyes parted just slightly. Blaine reached over a shaking hand and tried to feel for a pulse on Kurt's neck. His fingers pressed into the same spot that Kurt always liked to be kissed so much, the thought brought Blaine's tears on harder, and he realized his fingers were completely numb, and could not feel a pulse even if Kurt had one.
Blaine pulled himself up, and grabbed Kurt in his arms bridal style and began carrying him to his house. Blaine shouldered the unlocked door open with Kurt still in his arms. He knew by the fact that the sun still had not set that his father was not home yet. He lay Kurt down gently on the soft rug by the fireplace that was still burning slightly. Blaine added another log to it before hastily taking off his wet jacket and pants and throwing them to the side, leaving him in nothing more than a pair of wet navy boxer briefs and a black thermal. He then looked into Kurt's still pale face and prayed to whoever would listen that Kurt was alive.
He reached out a tentative hand and unwrapped Kurt's scarf from his neck gently. Blaine then moved on to unzip his boyfriend's designer jacket and carefully pulled his body up enough to take it off completely. He removed Kurt's button down, undershirt, boots, socks, and jeans, leaving Kurt in a pair of frozen black boxer briefs.
By now Blaine's fingers, though still cold, were able to feel at Kurt's neck one more time. And then Blaine's heart leapt and smile formed on his face. He felt a pulse. It was very, very faint, but it was there. Suddenly Kurt coughed up a small amount of water and began shaking violently, his body convulsing and his fingers blindly wrapping around himself trying to grab hold of something, anything, to keep warm. Blaine's smile quickly died at the pitiful sight of his boyfriend.
Blaine ran to the garage to grab the sleeping bag he used when he went camping or slept at a friend's house. He unrolled it before he even reached Kurt who was still convulsing. He laid it out flat close to the burning fire. He quickly pulled off his wet thermal and his underwear before removing Kurt's.
"Kurt, baby I'm here. It's going to be okay." He said, looking pityingly at his boyfriend's naked body, still writhing desperate for warmth. He managed to maneuver Kurt into the single-person sleeping bag and then squeezed himself inside as well, zipping it all the way up.
He hugged Kurt to him so that they were chest to chest. Blaine could now feel how much colder Kurt was than himself. He desperately tried to close all remaining space between them. He wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt's torso, and threw one of his legs around his Kurt's so that they tangled together. The position reminded Blaine of the aftermath of the first time they had made love, needing closeness like they needed air.
Blaine shook the sweet memory from his head and tried to restrain Kurt from convulsing. Soon he felt him relax, but just a bit. He had stopped the violent thrashing and now lay shivering in Blaine's arms.
Blaine whispered sweet nothings into Kurt's ear as his boyfriend's breathing became less shallow and his body heat returned to almost normal.
"Cold." Kurt said simply. It was the first words Kurt had spoken since he had woken up after the lake incident.
"One second." Blaine said and kissed Kurt on the forehead before exiting the pleasently cramped sleeping bag. He made sure to zip Kurt back up and instantly saw the shape of his boyfriend through the sleeping bag curl into the fetal position, obviously missing the contact. He ran upstairs and grabbed two pairs of sweatpants and two Dalton Academy sweatshirts. He quickly pulled his pair of sweats on before heading back downstairs, pulling his sweatshirt on at the same time. He reached Kurt and wordlessly unzipped the sleeping bag and pulled Kurt into a sitting position, as Kurt was still too weak to sit on his own. He pulled the sweatshirt over Kurt's head and pushed his arms into the sleeves before moving on to pull the sweatpants over Kurt's legs, tightening the string at the waist.
Blaine crawled back into the sleeping bag and spooned against Kurt. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and kissed the back of his neck. Both boys quickly fell into a very deep sleep.
They woke up as the sun was setting outside. Kurt woke up fast and turned around to look at Blaine. "Wh-what happened?" He asked when he caught Blaine's eye. "I feel terrible."
"Do you remember anything that happened?" Blaine asked, concerned. Kurt shook his head. "You fell into the lake. And I couldn't get you out and there was no one around so I got in with you, and-" He was cut off.
"I- I remember. Blaine... you risked your life to save me. I- I can't even-"
Blaine shushed him and kissed him hard, but chaste, on the mouth. "Don't even say it, you would have done the same for me. We're both here now and that's all that matters." He gave a Kurt a look that confirmed he should drop the subject. Blaine didn't want to think about what he did because he didn't want to relive the hurt he felt as he held Kurt as he faded away. Kurt nodded and kissed Blaine. The kiss soon deepened as Kurt's tongue tasted Blaine's lips, asking for permission to go further and Blaine quickly obliged. They kissed for what felt like hours, even though in reality it was probably just a few minutes.
"Thankyou, Blaine. For everything." Kurt said as he pulled away. He hugged his boyfriend tightly for a moment before looking up and whispering, "How did we get out?"
Blaine shook his head. "I have no idea. You went limp in my arms, then I started to black out. All I remember is hearing tires screeching, and I felt someone pull me up. But I don't know who. No one was there when I woke up. I carried you here after though. And I put us in the sleeping bag so we could share body heat. Honestly, Kurt, for a while I didn't even know if you were alive or dead." The corners of Blaine's mouth twitched as he willed himself not to cry. "I-I never want to feel that feeling again Kurt." Blaine let out a harsh sob he had been holding in for much to long.
Now it was Kurt's turn to hold Blaine, to be strong for him. He stroked Blaine's now dry curls, twisting his fingers into his hair. He put a finger under Blaine's chin to guide him up to look in his eyes. "You can't get rid of me that easy, babe. I'm not going anywhere."
He pulled Blaine to his chest once more and both boys cried, silently thanking their mysterious savior who pulled them out of the lake, but in the mean time reveled in the feel of having each other still to hold.
Author's Note: If enough people R&R I might post another chapter about the mysterious savior!