Hello readers!
You may know me as falloutyoutube on Wattpad and i've decided to publish my works on as well!
This is my first story on so I apologise if my chapters look messy or something cause I'm just starting out.
I really enjoyed writing this oneshot cause i love Wicked so much! I've already seen the production twice and I'm dying to see it again!
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- Tamsyn
Theme: Fluff and Tragedy
Warnings: -
Song: Wicked Broadway Soundtrack
Kurt and Blaine are obsessed with the Broadway musical 'Wicked'
Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson were different. Not the peculiar different but the basic different. They were the dynamic duo no one understood. The pair were stuck together like glue and for the weirdest of reasons. Well, to the people not part of the Glee Club at McKinley High.
Kurt and Blaine were obsessed with the broadway musical hit, Wicked. It was like a drug to both of them. Listening to the soundtrack wherever they were, watching the theatre production online, wanting to see the show in New York at Nationals in the future and it never ends. Of course their story starts at some point.
Their story started and ended with Wicked.
What is this feeling,
so sudden and new?
I felt the moment
I laid eyes on you.
My pulse is rushing,
my head is reeling,
my face is flushing.
What is this feeling?
The first week of Glee Club at McKinley High for Blaine Anderson is where it all began. Walking through the crowded corridors to the choir room, ready to embrace the feeling of a new show choir at a new school. Nerves were kicking in as he got closer to the noise from the choir room, pure excitement and joy echoing out of the door.
Reaching the door was the nail-biting part. He observed the people scattered across the room, hoping to recognise some familiar faces.
A small, petite brunette with a desire to talk every second about herself was the first girl he noticed.
A boy in a wheelchair talking to a girl with short blonde hair and the prettiest of blue eyes were who he saw next.
Two girls with cheerleading uniforms on, holding hands in the back corner were behind the annoying brunette.
A guy with a mohawk talking to an insanely tall boy who kept gushing at the small brunette across the room.
But then he saw the next boy.
Coiffed chestnut hair, ocean blue eyes, porcelain skin, rosy pink lips. Blaine could go on forever, describing the boy in his gaze. He was mesmerising in his eyes.
But when they locked eyes, everything stopped. Blaine could feel his heartbeat getting faster and saw the boy's cheeks start to flush.
What was this feeling, so sudden and new?
Too long I've been afraid of
losing love I guess I've lost.
Well if that's love,
it comes at much to high a cost.
His name was Kurt. Kurt Hummel to be precise. To Blaine's surprise, he became best friends with this breathtaking boy. Sure, his feeling for this boy were on a rollercoaster ride but he was barely containing himself. But he had to; he couldn't scare Kurt away.
Blaine couldn't contain his excitement on this particular day as Kurt was going to perform his solo in front of the Glee Club. Blaine had never heard Kurt sing before and was dying to hear what his angelic voice sounded like singing beautiful melodies all by himself.
When Kurt rose from the seat to the front of the room, ready to sing his solo, Blaine clapped excitedly. The joy inside of him was bursting uncontrollably.
"Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel, and I'll be singing Defying Gravity from the Broadway classic 'Wicked'."
Blaine's jaw hung open. Kurt liked his favourite musical? Pure joy radiated off of Blaine as he said this. This was definitely something to bring them closer.
Something has changed within me,
something is not the same.
I'm through with playing by
the rules of someone else's game.
An angel. The only words Blaine could use to describe Kurt's voice. His tone was so sweet and delicate and it clearly resonated in Blaine's ears. It was like he wasn't even real, he sounded so perfect.
The high F at the end of the piece practically knocked Blaine out of his seat. How could someone sound so pretty? He just stared in awe at the boy singing at the front of the choir room.
Man he was falling hard.
One short day,
in the Emerald City.
One short day,
full of so much to do.
Every way
that you look in this city,
there's something exquisite,
you'll want to visit
before the day's through.
March 12th. Just like any Spring day in Lima, Ohio. Only Blaine was walking down the empty streets with Kurt Hummel, towards the infamous Lima Bean. Chatter echoed through the air as the two boys spoke about the one thing that brought them close together; Wicked.
"I feel like you'd be an Elphaba." Kurt stated as he looked over at his best friend. Blaine scoffed at the comment and looked down at his feet.
"If I'm an Elphaba, you realise you're putting yourself as Glinda?" Kurt hummed at Blaine's statement but shrugged his shoulders, not caring any less about what situation he just put himself into.
Silence took over the pair until they looked at each other with a grin and burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter. "Why are we like this Kurt?"
"I guess we just have a deep passion for a beautiful musical." He gushed. "Too bad I've never seen Wicked." A sigh escaped his parted lips.
Blaine stopped in his tracks. "What?"
"You heard me."
"You've never actually seen Wicked?"
"Does it look like I'm joking, Blaine?"
"You've never seen Wicked!?"
"Blaine, shut up, am I talking French to you? No I haven't!"
Blaine pursed his lips together. I like it when you talk French. He thought to himself.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Kurt said with utter concern painted across his face.
"Oh, Kurt." Blaine sighed, linking arms with his best friend.
"One day, you will see the real Emerald City. I will take you to see the Emerald City."
My wildest dreamings
could not foresee
lying beside you
with you wanting me.
A fight broke them apart. Emptiness crept inside them as they parted their ways. It was all from a simple comment, taken the wrong way, down the path of regret and pain. Screaming, crying, slamming the door shut. No goodbyes. Just two broken hearts.
Three weeks had gone by and Kurt was lonely. He shut his two best friends, Mercedes and Quinn, out and his whole family. Glee club was a no show on his part, making the group miserable without their quirky male there. Kurt didn't even feel like singing, which seemed to be his only escape from everything.
What tore him the most was Wicked. Everything about it reminded Kurt of his once best friend, Blaine Anderson. The worst part was that Kurt had realised he was falling for him too.
A time where their hands touched, a spark rushed through him. Everything was so perfect. It confirmed his love for Blaine. But it was too late.
Kurt walked across the auditorium stage slowly, his boots hitting the stage, the only sound heard in the room. No one was to be seen except for Kurt himself. He was all by himself. A place to escape from reality.
It may have been stupid, but Kurt felt that Wicked was the only way to cheer up. It reminded him of Blaine but it would have to be over soon.
Turning his phone on, he played his favourite song and started to sing along.
Kiss me too fiercely,
hold me too tight.
I need help believing
you're with me tonight.
My wildest dreamings
could not foresee
lying beside you
with you wanting me.
Walking over the to the black, shiny piano abandoned on the stage, Kurt leant against it, looking out to the empty hall, picturing the Gershwin Theatre filled with thousands of people coming to see Wicked in New York City.
And just for this moment,
as long as you're mine,
I've lost all resistance
and crossed some borderline.
And if it turns out
it's over too fast
I'll make every last moment last
as long as you're mine.
Memories of Blaine came crashing through, bringing tears to Kurt's eyes. If only he could turn back the clock and still have Blaine, more than a friend and as a lover.
But Kurt was snapped back into reality when he wasn't the only one singing the known song in the bare auditorium.
Maybe I'm brainless,
maybe I'm wise.
But you've got me seeing
through different eyes.
Somehow I've fallen
under your spell.
And somehow I'm feeling
It's "up" that I fell
Blaine. He was here, singing to Kurt. He slowly made his way over to the brunette boy with love in his eyes. Was he really here to make up? Kurt could feel his heart racing. Maybe it would go the way he wished.
Every moment,
as long as you're mine,
I'll wake up my body
and make up for lost time.
Blaine shakily held his hand out to Kurt as they sang together in perfect harmony, which he took his hand in his, interlocking their fingers. A small smile crept onto Blaine's face. This was the moment they'd both been waiting for. Love was escaping out and to each other.
Say there's no future
for us as a pair.
Blaine's sweet voice quietened as he moved closer to Kurt, his breath shaky.
And though I may know,
I don't care.
Kurt took a step forward and took Blaine's other hand in his, holding both of his hands tightly. Warmth radiated between them, a buzz jolting both of them. The song was drawing near the end, which both boys dreaded, not knowing what would happen next. But they kept singing with deep passion and love.
Just for this moment,
as long as you're mine,
come be how you want to
and see how bright we shine.
Borrow the moonlight
until it is through.
And know I'll be here holding you,
as long as you're mine.
Over the time, Blaine's arms made their way around Kurt's body, holding him closely. Kurt held Blaine the same way, his head resting on his shoulder, bringing their bodies close to touch. Everything was so perfect, holding each other closely with no cares in the world. It was like time had stopped.
Kurt lifted his head from Blaine's shoulder and looked down with a blank expression.
"What is it?" Blaine asked quietly, moving his hands down to the small of Kurt's back, looking at his face carefully.
Kurt looked up at Blaine's honey eyes and sighed.
"It's just, for the first time," Kurt brought his hand up to Blaine's cheek, stroking his face gently
"I feel," his arms were around his neck, holding him closer than ever before.
"Wicked." Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear, quoting the very last line of the song.
Then their lips met in a passionate kiss.
It well may be
that we will never meet again
in this lifetime
so let me say before we part,
so much of me
is made of what I learned from you.
3 months later
It happened. Now it's over. They knew one day this would happen. But not so soon.
Blaine Anderson died July 2nd from a severe car-crash. He was on his way to Kurt's house to give him a beautiful promise ring for their three month relationship but a drunk driver did not stop at the traffic lights, hitting Blaine's car, flipping it over, the victim trapped inside.
It was too late to save Blaine. When the paramedics arrived, he was already long gone. Kurt arrived at the scene, tears streaming down his face. Police wouldn't let him onto the scene of the investigation. All the neighbourhood could hear was a loud constant scream.
"That's my boyfriend! Let me go! That's my boyfriend! He can't be dead! Let me go! Please I want to see him!"
Kurt waited for three long hours. Finally, he saw Blaine. He couldn't breathe. Blood. That's all he saw. Cuts all over his face from the smashed glass. Tears in his expensive clothing and blood stains from the dripping from his head. Kurt broke down.
He collapsed next to Blaine, holding his hand, hoping a sign of life would occur. It never did. Kurt stared at the lifeless body, his heart breaking every second.
Something caught his eye. A box lying on the grass, slightly bent and damaged. Kurt approached the box and picked it up. Inside was a ring. A silver band with an engraving on the inside.
" as long as you're mine..."
A beautiful cursive font created the quote with a tiny loveheart at the end. Inside the lid was a tiny note. Kurt pulled it off and read it.
To Kurt, my true love,
Promise to love me forever,
as long as you're mine.
Love
Blaine xoxo
He choked back his tears. Blaine was giving him a promise ring. Now he'd never get the chance to place that ring on his finger.
Or any ring in fact.
The shock was too much for Kurt. He fainted onto the ground, next to Blaine, holding the promise ring. He woke up the next day and remembered nothing.
The funeral was too much for Kurt. Blaine's family requested for him to buried, with Kurt's say in what he wanted as well. The ceremony was short, Blaine's family saying a few words about how much he would be missed. Kurt wore the promise ring to the funeral. Whenever Blaine's name was mentioned, he'd touch the ring. Touching that ring brought back all the memories.
The little kisses and 'I love you's', the unbreakable hugs and hand holding. Cuddling on the couch, laughing at each other's jokes. Their first time. A tear escaped Kurt's eyes. Quinn sat next to him, holding his other hand for comfort.
When it was time for the burial, Blaine's family let him place the first flower on his coffin. Red roses to be specific, Blaine's favourite flower. Kurt held it in his hand and waited for the time to place it down. When he could, he stood next to the coffin and looked down at it.
Blaine was lying in there, cold, lifeless and empty. Nothing was there to hold onto. Just a bunch of memories. Kurt had last words to say to Blaine. Words that meant a lot to both of them. It was all Kurt needed to say, or sing.
Because I knew you,
I have been changed for good.
Then Kurt placed the red rose on Blaine's coffin, leaving the boy who never got to take him to the Emerald City to rest, for good.