He'd been stood up. Again. It was Blaine's sixth "last chance" to fix things with Kurt and he'd blown it. Kurt sat alone in Breadstix twirling his fork in his spaghetti. He'd learned the hard way how bad Blaine truly was with relationships. Things started out so well. After their first kiss one year ago, Blaine had been such a romantic – the Sky Masterson to his Sarah Brown, really. But after a few months of pure bliss, Blaine became flakier and flakier. A cancelled date, a broken promise… it added up bit by bit over the next nine months. They'd been trying to hold it together for a month and a half now, but after another missed date with no heads-up, Kurt was finding it harder to want to stay in the relationship. He looked up from his mess of pasta and glanced at the entrance one last time with fleeting hope. When Blaine didn't walk through the doors, he paid and left.
"Kurt! Kurt, wake up! You have a guest."
Kurt groaned as Burt pulled the covers off of him. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and checked his clock. Almost eight. He'd have to nap later to get his full eight hours. He sat up and focused on the person sitting to his right.
"So. You can show up here spontaneously but you can't show up to a pre-planned date?" he asked, unable to keep the frustration out of his voice.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. Something just came up. I would have called but—"
"But that would have been the right thing to do."
"But I thought I would be able to make it," Blaine finished.
"What came up exactly?"
"It was nothing, Kurt. I'm sorr—"
"You know what, Blaine, I don't want to hear it." Kurt fell back on his pillow and stared at his ceiling. He felt Blaine place a hand on his knee but didn't have the energy to remove it.
"Kurt, come on. We can make this work, I promise. I just… I just need a little bit more time. This whole relationship thing is completely foreign to me."
Kurt closed his eyes, trying to shut Blaine out. "You're not the only one, Blaine. It's not as though openly gay guys are abundant in Lima, Ohio." There was silence for a moment. He felt the bed rise slightly as Blaine made for the door. As soon as he heard it shut, the tears began streaming down his face.
Kurt walked into glee club on Monday to see Blaine seated in his usual spot (just to the right of the center in the middle row). Blaine sat up when he saw Kurt but Kurt ignored him and took a seat at the left end of the back row. Blaine slumped with his elbows resting on his knees. Mr. Schuester came in shortly after Kurt sat down. He was obviously unsettled when he saw Blaine and Kurt separated.
"Hey, guys. So, this week, we're doing musical numbers," he said as he wrote "musicals" on the whiteboard. "Now, these musical numbers don't have to be showy with crazy choreography. Just choose your favorite song."
"Mr. Schuester?" Rachel said with an unnecessarily raised hand. "I would just like to applaud you for choosing a category I'm sure to excel in. I'm so glad I will finally be able to showcase my true, pure talent for the rest of the class."
Everyone rolled their eyes and began talking to their neighbor.
"That's great, Rachel. I'm sure you've already got a song in mind so why don't you start working on it?" Mr. Schuester replied.
Blaine got up and walked over to Kurt. He stood with his hands in his back pockets staring at Kurt nervously.
"Hey. I was wondering if you maybe wanted to do Come What May with me."
Kurt was at a crossroads. Come What May was an all time favorite of his and Blaine unfortunately knew that. He could either perform one of his favorite medleys or he could continue avoiding Blaine. He thought on it for a bit before eventually giving in.
"Fine," he clipped. Blaine flashed a grin and took the vacant seat next to Kurt.
"Hi. I'm here. On time. Ready to go," Blaine said as he entered Kurt's home with a huge smile on his face. They went into the living room; Blaine took a seat on the couch while Kurt placed a CD in the CD player.
"Good. Let's practice, then," he said before pressing play. Blaine began to sing.
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Blaine got up from the couch and walked toward Kurt.
Everyday I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings
He grabbed Kurt's hand and eyed him intensely. He had to make things work with Kurt. And this week's assignment could be his last, last chance.
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may, come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Kurt removed his hand from Blaine's suddenly as if he hadn't been aware it was in his grasp. He turned away and began to sing his part.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
Blaine took hold of Kurt's hand again and turned him so they were facing each other again.
It all revolves around you
Kurt's defense was weakening. There was only so much he could do to resist those chocolate brown eyes staring back at him now.
And there's no mountain too high no river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
It was Kurt this time that took hold of Blaine's hand.
Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time
Kurt's defense was gone. Obliterated. Demolished. It was impossible to fight against Blaine for too long. He couldn't help but hope things would get better for them.
Come what may, come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Oh come what may, come what may
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 music died away and Blaine moved in as if to kiss Kurt. Kurt turned his head just before their lips touched and said, "Are we gonna start practicing now?" Blaine chuckled and kissed Kurt before he could speak again.