I'm sorry if the way I put words together seems weird. It makes sense in my language.
Kurt woke up to the sound of broken sobs and turned to find Blaine crying his eyes out. The image broke Kurt's heart to pieces and he could only blame himself. He didn't know if should reach out for the man or stay in his place. The fear of making it worse paralyzed him and he just stared at Blaine.
Blaine turned slowly after a while and looked down at Kurt, smiling through the tears. Kurt tried to smile back but he could tell from Blaine's face that he failed to do so. They stayed like that, trying to make a more comfortable atmosphere.
After two hours of silent stares and broken smiles, Blaine spoke words that broke Kurt.
"Please go now, Kurt." Kurt shook his head and finally reached for Blaine. Blaine's hand met Kurt's and they looked at each other for a short while.
"You have to, before I do something more stupid, Kurt," he whispered and lifted Kurt's hand to kiss it. Kurt pulled his hand away and tried to read the other man's face. The bloodshot eyes looked so hurt and confused that Kurt decided not to give in.
"More stupid?" he asked in a whisper and sat up next to Blaine who simply nodded. "How 'more stupid', Blaine?"
The way Blaine turned his stare to the floor and started biting his lip made him look like a child. Kurt was getting worried at this. That look was the look of a Blaine not wanting to disappoint anyone, but fearing he might do himself damage. This was the boy who grew up in a home where his father wanted him to succeed and a mother who said nothing when the abusive father yelled at his son.
"I just feel that I might let you into my life if you stay now. And I don't know if I'm ready to forgive you for the years you took away from me like that. Maybe you should try to find forgiveness from your friends and family first." Blaine kept his eyes at the floor the whole time and added in an almost silent whisper, "They need you back."
Kurt had landed in Ohio and was about to continue on to Lima. The trip was a new one for him, despite the long time he had lived in New York.
As he got closer to his old home, he smiled wider and wider. While he was afraid his father wouldn't forgive him everything, he hoped so badly that he could just that hug he needed so bad. The hugs his father had given him through time were hugs that got him up from the darkest places. Ad at that moment he was at the bottom at a dark tunnel and lost.
He knocked patiently at the door and waited for someone to open for him. A few moments passed and he looked over his shoulder to stare at a car driving by.
"Kurt? Kurt!" a dark voice got his attention and he turned his face to see his father standing with tears in his eyes and arms out, ready for the much-needed hug. Kurt threw himself in his father's arms and whispered how sorry he was, over and over. The older man smiled into his son's should and stroked his hair.
Kurt called Blaine after one week to let him know how his redemption was coming along.
"All your parents?" Blaine laughed and Kurt smiled.
"Yeah, went to my mother's grave to. You should have seen all the flowers, there have never been more."
"I'm glad," Blaine said and told Kurt to get on to the friends, one by one. Kurt knew he had to make it up for all he had done, and was ready to travel back and forth to do so.
Kurt picked out tons of flowers in all colours and sizes he could get them. It was hard to carry them all alone but he needed them all. Every single one of the blossoms meant something and made it more special.
The woman at the shop had laughed at him, as he tried to get the flowers into the car he had borrowed from his dad.
Somehow he made it to the grave and sighed as he put down the gift for his mother. He smiled and sat down by the stone, slowly letting his hand caress it. He felt the lump in his throat as he tried to say something. It was hard after such a long time. He felt so bad for not even giving his mother a single thought in all those years.
"Mom, I'm sorry," he started and soon he felt much better than he ever thought he could. It couldn't be long before Blaine would be taking him back, happy to have the Kurt he fell for in high school.
Burt smiled at Carol as he came into their bedroom. She sat on the large bed in the middle room, smiling back at him.
"He's really changed since the wedding, hasn't he?" she asked as Burt sat down next to her. He nodded and kissed his wife's forehead gently. She kissed his lips just as softly and took his hand. They shared a moment of comfortable silence before Carole broke it with some soft and very hopeful words.
"If we are lucky, we might get to come to another wedding, you know."
Can I just say, that the response I get from this is what keeps my head high on a otherwise crappy day? I love you all, even the silent readers. Thank you.
I'm sorry if you thought they were just going to be happy now, btw. It's not that simple.