Okay... I feel like I had to do this one. "What about after their 'I love you's" in New York?" To me, it seems like Ryan Murphy was just like... "Okay, there's five minutes of emptiness in the finale. How can I fill it? OH! I know. Let's cram in a new couple (Samcedes) and let's have a split two seconds where Kurt and Blaine finally say I love you. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea!" No, RM... it was a bad idea. A very bad idea :)
This is how I think that scene should have gone down...
Enough of my rambling... thanks to AllWeNeedisGuitarJammin, Violethillbeautiful, Forwoodx3, and Ilovegleethemost for prompting this (and to anyone who requested other New York-centic stories... I'm still going to do those, too)
Here's Chapter Seven: I Love You
It was just another normal day - I was sitting at the Lima Bean with Blaine, the most amazing boyfriend in the world, and I was telling him about my trip to Nationals in New York. "Oh, my God. You should have seen it. We all looked at the Top Ten list for showcase and we all just went numb." Blaine was looking at me intently, his head propped up in his hand. Some people might have seen that as him just humoring me and not paying attention at all, but I knew he was listening to every single word. He always did. "And then Jesse kept going on and on about how Rachel and Finn's kiss was what cost us Nationals." While I did agree with his statement, I thought it was really immature of him to go on about it for hours. It's like "We get it - you like Rachel. But she's in love with Finn, so just shut up".
Blaine interupted me. "While I understand passion, I do think that was unprofessional." Yeah, well, my brother wasn't known for his ability to think things through. "But... sorry, keep going."
"Okay. So, we get back to the hotel and Santana loses it." I smiled at the memory of her screaming at Finn and Rachel in Spanish while Rachel pretty much cowered in the corner. Now, I took French, so I had no idea what she was saying, but she kept repeating "Lima Heights Adjacent", so I kind of figured that it wasn't nice things she ways saying. "And the plane ride home was competely silent." Except for a little mishap while we were boarding where Mr. Schue almost sat Santana next to Rachel. "Like, no one said a word. We all just sat there with our faces buried in our complimentary copies of Sky Mall." And I daydreamed about getting back to Ohio and seeing him, though I didn't say that part out loud.
"Wait," he said, sounding confused. "I don't get it. You don't seem that sad at all."
Well, sure we'd only come in twelfth place (though considering there were fifty teams, I'd say that was pretty damn good) but, come on, I got to go to New York City, when I've never even left Ohio before. "It was still amazing. I flew in a plane for the first time in my life, I had breakfast at Tiffany's, I sang on a Broadway stage." I took a sip of my coffee, thinking of how incredible it had been to sing on an actual Broadway stage. Whenever I thought about it, I could just see people in the audience, cheering for me. And Blaine was always right in the front row.
"I love you," he said and I nearly spit out my coffee. Did he really just say what I thought he said? I mean, I kind of sensed that he felt it, but to hear him say it out loud was just... it was even better than the feeling I'd got singing on the Wicked stage.
He was just sitting there, smiling at me, the most gorgeous boy in the entire world. I then realized that I probably looked like an idiot just sitting there, not saying anything at all. "I love you, too," I said, recovering from my shock.
Blaine just smiled wider and leaned across the table to kiss me. Like always, he was the first to try to pull away (why did he have to be such a gentleman all the time?) but I grabbed his face and pulled him back in. I wasn't quite done yet.
After a few moments, we heard someone clear their throat. We broke apart to see Mercedes and Sam standing there, identical amused smiles on their faces. "Oh, hey, guys," I said, quite unabashed.
"Hi," Mercedes replied, clearly fighting back laughter. "So uh... I guess we'll see you in class, Kurt?"
"Yeah."
She looked between the two boys. "Okay, then. 'Bye, Blaine."
"'Bye, guys," Blaine replied as Mercedes and Sam walked away.
I stood up. "Come with me."
"Say it again."
Blaine jokingly sighed. "I love you." I got a little surge of electricity through my body when he said it. Those were three words I'd never get tired of hearing. "Now, come on, we better get you to school," he said, turning me back in the direction of the Lima Bean, where we'd abandoned his car after I decided that I wanted to walk around.
"I don't want to," I whined. It was suck a nice day and it seemed a waste to spend it cooped up in school all day when I could very well be spending it with my boyfriend. He laughed and continued to take me to his car. "It's not fair that you're already out of school." Dalton had let out the day we'd left for New York and Blaine had been bragging about it ever since. He especially enjoyed texting me when I was in the middle of English or Calc or whatever, just to comment on how nice the weather was.
"I know," he said. He was quiet for a minute, then he said, "I have a confession to make."
"What?"
"You know all those texts I've been sending you while you're in class?" I nodded, frowning. That really wasn't nice of him. "Well, I was lying. I've barely even gone outside since school let out. I've pretty much just been in my room watching Disney movies."
"Why?" I asked, confused. With the weather we'd been having, I'd want to be outside all day.
"Because you're still in school. There's nothing I want to do that doesn't involve you, Kurt."
Oh, my God. That was probably the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me (well, besides Blaine saying that he loved me). "Well, I only have a few days left and then we get to spend the whole summer together." I could just picture it - swimming in my pool, going to amusement parks (which I couldn't stand, but Blaine loved them, so I'd suffer through it), and - this was my favorite fantasy - falling asleep on a blanket in my backyard after staring at the stars. I had a feeling it was going to be the best summer ever.
We'd reached his car and he said, "That's what gets me through the day," before we got in.
The whole drive to school, Blaine held my hand over the center console and when he pulled up to the front of the building, I sighed. "Can't I just skip one day?" Though I knew I couldn't do that since finals started the next day.
"Nope. Sorry," he laughed, kissing me. "But I'll be right here when you get out."
"Don't be late," I said in what I hoped was a warning yet joking tone.
"Yes, sir," he said with a laugh, leaning in to give me one last kiss before I had to go.
When he was just millimeters from my lips, I whispered, "Say it again."
"I love you."
"I love you, too," I responded.
And when he kissed me, I knew that I would always love him.
Wow, I'm really bad at endings :)
So... yeah, that's how that should have gone down. Just saying
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