Day 7 – The Words
A/N: Pardon whilst I mess with canon. I'm not sure how I feel about this one, but it's what I wrote, so here goes.
The evening had passed in a series of flashes, it seemed. Fun duets, dancing, and a box of costumes that really warranted some questions, in all honesty – it had been a memorable way to say goodbye to the Berry house.
Now here they were, Kurt and Blaine, outside in the cool night air. They'd been circling around one another all week, moving in seemingly concentric patterns that brought them closer and closer together.
Kurt had seen the flicker in Blaine's eye three days ago when he mentioned in a group conversation that Walter was just a friend, nothing more. Blaine had seen Kurt catch his breath this evening from across the room when Tina told him Blaine and Dave had split up the week before.
So it was silly, almost, for the two of them to be awkwardly chatting about past duets and Jeremiah out on the Berrys' front sidewalk, yet that was what they were doing.
"It's funny, how someone can mean so much to you at one point in time, and then a few years go by and…"
Kurt's sentence ended abruptly when Blaine leaned up and kissed him, firmly but gently. Blaine's hands were at Kurt's waist, and Kurt instinctively gripped Blaine's arms to ground himself. A few short seconds later, Blaine pulled back, breaking the kiss and the spell that had fallen over them.
Blaine searched Kurt's face, but apparently didn't see what he needed there, and without a word, he moved past Kurt to walk away.
"Blaine, wait," Kurt pleaded, turning just in time to catch his arm. Blaine looked back, his eyes glistening with tears he was trying to fight. "Don't go," Kurt said quietly, stepping forward and turning Blaine towards him. "Talk to me. Please."
Blaine let out a breath and paused, seemingly trying to make up his mind. "Not here," he finally replied, glancing toward the house. Kurt understood. With all of their friends in there, they'd never get a moment's peace.
"Come on. I know where we can go." Kurt held out his hand in invitation, hoping Blaine would take this first step with him. His heart leaped when he felt Blaine's warm hand slide into his.
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"Are you supposed to have the key for this place?" Blaine asked with a disbelieving laugh.
"Not really. For once, the lack of security at McKinley works in my favor," Kurt answered with a wink.
The two walked in the dim glow of the ghost light across the stage to the far end. Kurt took a seat on the piano bench, his back to the keys. Blaine sat beside him facing the opposite direction, bringing their faces close to one another. They kept sneaking glances at one another, but for the most part, Kurt looked out over the stage and Blaine kept his attention on the piano.
"I figured this was one place where no one would interrupt us, and where we would both be comfortable," Kurt offered as Blaine quietly toyed with a random melody.
"Good choice," Blaine murmured. He continued playing, neither of them speaking for a few moments. "You wanted to…"
"We really should…" Kurt said at the same time. They broke off with a laugh that belied their nerves.
"This is silly, you know," Kurt started again, bumping his shoulder against Blaine's.
"I know. I just feel like there's so much to say, but I don't know where to start. It's a little…" he trailed off, unable to find the right word.
"Overwhelming?" Kurt supplied.
"Yes, exactly. Overwhelming," Blaine agreed. His fingers continued to move over the keys, changing from one tune to another seamlessly.
"You know, a handsome young man at Dalton once told me he was no good at romance, but that he knew how to act it out in song," Kurt mused, turning to catch Blaine's eye.
"Kurt," Blaine admonished, shaking his head. "Don't make fun. Not now," he said, his voice laced with hurt.
"No, I'm not," Kurt argued gently, laying a hand on Blaine's arm. "I'm just trying to get us past this…whatever we've built up between us. So, if you're having trouble saying something, maybe you'll have better luck singing it."
Blaine smirked. "I don't hear you making any great declarations, either," he teased.
"Well, you kissed me tonight, so you get to go first."
Blaine huffed out a laugh, dropping his chin to his chest. "Fine," he sighed. He shifted on the bench a fraction, moving his leg so that it was pressed up against Kurt's. Being this close, Kurt could feel every move Blaine made as he played. Blaine vamped for a moment or two, then hummed softly. A distinct melody began to emerge.
Blaine had found his song. Kurt knew he'd find the perfect one.
All of the lights land on you
The rest of the world fades from view
And all of the love I see
Please please say you feel it too
And all of the noise I hear inside
Restless and loud, unspoken and wild
And all that you need to say
To make it all go away
Is that you feel the same way too
Kurt picked up the chorus, singing back to Blaine the words he needed to hear – the words they both needed to hear.
And I know
The scariest part is letting go
'Cause love is a ghost you can't control
I promise you the truth can't hurt us now
So let the words slip out of your mouth
Kurt motioned, and Blaine nodded to let him continue the next verse.
And all of the steps that led me to you
And all of the hell I had to walk through
But I wouldn't trade a day for the chance to say
My love, I'm in love with you
Blaine leaned against Kurt a little harder at that last line, and Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's temple as Blaine continued.
And I know
The scariest part is letting go
'Cause love is a ghost you can't control
I promise you the truth can't hurt us now
So let the words slip out of your mouth
Kurt turned sideways on the bench, bringing his knee across and facing Blaine. He sang every word from his heart, laying himself completely at Blaine's feet.
I know that we're both afraid
We both made the same mistakes
An open heart is an open wound to you
And in the wind of a heavy choice
Love has a quiet voice
Still your mind, now I'm yours to choose
Blaine stopped playing. He turned to face Kurt, taking both of Kurt's hands in his own. They sang the final part of the song together, just as it was meant to be.
And I know
The scariest part is letting go
Let my love be the light that guides you home
And I know
The scariest part is letting go
'Cause love is a ghost you can't control
I promise you the truth can't hurt us now
So let the words slip out of your mouth
They would still need to really talk, and they would. They'd talk long into the night – until the earliest light of dawn began to streak the sky, in fact. They'd talk about all of it: the pain, the misunderstandings, the fear, the longing, the mistakes. But for now, in this moment, there were only a few words needed, spoken in hushed voices in between soft kisses in each other's arms.
I promise you the truth can't hurt us now
So let the words slip out of your mouth
A/N: I'd never heard this song before, and it is just so incredibly lovely and moving. It is "The Words" by Christina Perri. The video is really charming (and stars Colin O'Donoghue – bonus!).
