A/N: Thanks guys. Thanks for sticking it out with me. So, it must be angst night or something, because I just posted another Klaine angst chapter on another fic I'm writing. Must be my mood. Anywho, another song in this chapter. I'm trying to hold off on introducing Sebastian for a chapter so I can give the boys fluff. So, I'll do my best.
Chapter 10
Blaine sat in the wheelchair and looked at Kurt. He couldn't stop staring at the beautiful man that sat next to him. He knew he had a lot of making up to do with Kurt, but he also knew that he was one of the lucky ones. It wasn't everyday that you were reunited with your first love. Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine and blushed when he caught him staring. Blaine blushed as well, having gotten caught.
"What were you looking at?"
"You. I was just thinking."
"About what?"
Blaine wheeled himself closer to Kurt and took his hand. He needed to touch Kurt. He needed Kurt to know just what it was that was on his mind. Kurt slid down the bench and sat closer to him, and kissed his fingers softly. Blaine smiled at that, and then sighed, knowing he'd have to tell Kurt the truth. He'd have to tell him everything about the beatings that Sebastian had delivered. Worse than what he'd explained.
"I was just thinking about how lucky I am to get you back. Not many people are lucky to get to be with their first love. I was reunited with mine. And I'm not letting him go. Kurt, I've made a decision."
Kurt knew what he was talking about. For the last couple of days they had been discussing the possibility of going to NYU and being together. Blaine's military career was over, and Kurt's would be by Christmas, and Kurt had gently given him pros and cons about living in New York.
"About what?"
"Moving. You're absolutely right. I need to move away from Ohio. The only thing left there for me is demons that I don't need. I want to begin again, with you. And that means relocating to New York."
Kurt grinned and squealed. He knew that this was going to be a difficult decision for Blaine to make, and he was glad he did. Kurt had so many plans running through his mind, but he didn't want to overwhelm Blaine with them, so he sat there in silence. Blaine wanted to try and stand up, so he moved his casted leg and put it on the ground. Kurt heard the thud of Blaine's cast and saw Blaine lift his prosthesis and put it on the ground. Kurt stood up and walked over to the chair and wrapped his arms around his waist to support him. Blaine used all of his strength to stand up and Kurt grinned. He wanted Kurt to help him stand, but he wanted to try and walk for himself. He shoved Kurt off gently and Kurt walked back over to his bench and sighed. He wanted Blaine to be able to walk but he didn't want him to rush it. Blaine watched as Kurt walked over to the bench and sat back down. Blaine wanted to be able to walk over to Kurt. And that's exactly what happened. He put one foot in front of the other and shuffled to the bench. The big bulky cast supported his weight, and his leg was holding him up as well. Kurt clapped his hands and smiled as Blaine sat down next to him.
"Babe! That's amazing! I'm so proud of you!"
Kurt said, hugging him. Kurt saw a nurse bringing them lunch and smiled. The nurse set the trays up and put the food on the trays. She headed out and smiled as she saw them being in love. Kurt turned to the food and jumped right into it. Blaine did too, then turned back to Kurt.
"I want to sing."
"Sing what?"
"I don't know. The first thing that comes to mind."
"Okay Blaine, sing."
Kurt said smiling, as he ate his chicken. Blaine hummed a few bars to warm up his voice, and then looked right at Kurt and started singing. Kurt had heard him sing this once before and told him that it was one of his favorites to hear him sing.
"If you ever change your mind
About leavin'
Leavin' me behind
Well baby, bring it on home
Bring it on home to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know, I laughed when you left
But now I know
I only help myself
But I'll be forgiven if you
Bring it on home
Bring it on home to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll give you jewelry and money too
That ain't all
That ain't all I'd do for you
If you would only
Bring it on home to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I'll always be your slave
'Til I'm buried
Buried in my grave
But I'm forgiven if you
Bring it on home to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."
Kurt grinned and clapped, knowing that Blaine's voice on that song hadn't changed. But this time it was different, because Kurt had come back to him, and had forgiven him. He snuggled up against Blaine and kissed his neck softly.
"I'm so proud of you, Blaine. Not just for walking, but for surviving what had to be the worst nightmare of your life. And I'm sorry I wasn't there. I feel horrible about leaving."
"No, no Kurt. I should feel horrible about leaving. The punishments that I endured were nothing compared to reliving that pain on your face. And I promise you that I won't. I told you once already I wasn't leaving you, and I mean that. I'm not."
Kurt kissed Blaine's temple softly, and they just sat there for awhile enjoying being with each other. Kurt looked at his watch a little while later, and sighed. He needed to pack up the rest of his belongings and help Blaine pack up what little he had. Blaine had fallen asleep in Kurt's arms, and Kurt hated to wake him up. He kissed Blaine's forehead softly and Blaine's eyes fluttered open.
"As much as I'd love to sit here all day with you, Blaine…we can't. We've got to go and pack. We're heading back to our good ol' United States."
Blaine smiled. He was happy to be heading back to the States. He'd needed to get out of there. He was going to show off to Kurt a little bit. He could speak several different languages.
"So, I can speak seven languages."
"Oh, so we're up to seven now. I know of French and Italian, but enlighten me, dearest Blaine."
"Okay. So, there's Japanese, English, Italian, French, Irish, Taglog, and German."
Kurt was confused. He hadn't known Blaine to be interested in languages, but he was. And he was self taught in all of them. Blaine smiled and stood up and shuffled back into the wheelchair. Kurt stood up and led him. He was interested. He needed to hear Blaine say something in all seven languages.
"Okay Mr. Language Speaker. Say 'I love you always, Kurt' in all seven languages!"
"You mock me, sir. Okay. Here it goes."
Blaine said as he cracked his knuckles. He didn't want to ruin this, and he knew that some of his languages were a little bit rusty, but he'd make it as perfect as he could.
"I love you, Kurt. Ti amo, Kurt. Je t'aime, Kurt. Is brea liom tu, Kurt. Mahal kita, Kurt. Ich liebe dich, Kurt. 'Watashi wa Kuruto, anata o aishite. I don't care what language it's in. I do love you, Kurt. And I promise you that I'll continue that. So, let's go. Let's get ready to get to the United States."
And Kurt smiled. He knew that he'd fallen in love with Blaine all over again, and not realizing that their love would soon be tested.
A/N2: Song used is 'Bring It On Home To Me' by Sam Cooke. I love Darren's version of this song. And if you hadn't heard it…stop what you're doing and go! Thanks to Google Translate for all the translations! Sebastian's next!