The Fabulous Destiny of Kurt Hummel
Finale
"It was you," Blaine says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I knew it would be."
Kurt blushes and tries to hide behind the door frame as much as he possibly can. The idea that Blaine had noticed him like that at all, let alone considered that he was the one, the one he needed to find is – well, nothing short of overwhelming. "How?" He asks carefully, although he does wonder if it's even necessary. He's got what he wanted, hasn't he? Does he really need to know how Blaine got there?
"Well at first, I hoped. But then Brittany and Santana said some things and here I am. I'm so sorry I didn't speak to you properly sooner. I'd leave every day and kick myself for not even trying. You must have thought I didn't care. But I did, Kurt. I'm fascinated by you, your voice – everything!" Blaine smiles, a little bashful and thrumming with nervous energy, like he thinks there is any possibility of rejection.
"Wow," Kurt breathes, pulling the door open a little more as though Blaine had somehow earned it. "This is just – I never thought – I was so wrapped up in making you chase that I never considered that – well, this!"
Blaine is laughing now, a grin so wide that his face could split into two. "You're adorable." He manages to say between bouts, and delights in the way Kurt looks down and chuckles a little to himself. "It feels like I've been looking for you forever."
Kurt's glances up so quickly that he is surprised he doesn't pull a muscle in his neck. He looks into Blaine's eyes, drowning in his sincerity and just how earnest he is with his feelings. It feels like being winded, having someone actually want him and to be with him in every way. He takes a deep breath and lets the fresh dose of oxygen fill his lungs, give his brain a little more to work with. His heart is hammering in his chest and almost forcing him forwards into Blaine's waiting arms, waiting life. He could have this, if he wants it. He could have his coffee shop job, his Broadway dreams and he could have Blaine, all singing all dancing and all love. Besides, Rachel would probably kill him if he didn't.
"Do you want to come in?" He asks softly, opening the door all the way. "I promise I don't have any coffee."
"Sounds perfect." Blaine responds, smile dropping but intensity increasing in his eyes. As he passes by the door, he hooks his hand around Kurt's elbow and lifts himself to press a gentle but assured kiss on his cheek. He lingers a moment before finally letting go and stepping aside to wait. Kurt knows he's made the right choice. He needs this, he wants it and so he's going to take it.
As he closes the front door, he gently places his hand in Blaine's and pulls in the direction of his apartment. If he hears a squeal of excitement from the apartment next door, or hears the jingle of his ringtone over and over, he ignores it. Just for this moment, it's all Blaine. They drink tea and consider all the times they could have just spoken to each other before Kurt can no longer take it and leans in to kiss him. When they kiss it's slow and careful but the intent is clear. Their lips touch a final time. Kurt traces his fingertips up Blaine's thigh and along his body until he can remove the teacup from his hand and replace it with his fingers. With lips still connected, Kurt gives a small tug on Blaine's hand and pulls him into the bedroom. Their eyes connect for a brief moment when they finally pull apart and yes, Kurt thinks, he is everything I've ever wanted. He shuts the door with a shy smile and falls into his arms, into his life and vows to never leave.