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Becoming Them
Glee
Wes
The younger Kurt, once again unable to find sleep, was lying down on the living room couch, trying to read a random book he had pull from the shelf his elder self kept in the living, when he first heard.
Someone was throwing stones at the window. But this apartment was on the tenth floor. How could someone throw stones at a window so high?
Kurt head a groan come from the main bedroom and moments later Blaine sleepily wandered in.
Kurt felt his chest tighten and breath catch. Blaine only his his boxer shorts on. This was the man Kurt was destined to spend his life with?
`Lucky me` he thought. Blaine opened the window and leaned out. Kurt found his head tilting as he stared at the view offered.
Blaine groaned again as he returned to the warmth. Kurt quickly look away, his face bright red.
"Nice to see I have an effect on you, no matter the age" Blaine smirked.
Kurt ignored him, although his cheeks were still a pale pink, and asked: "What's going on?"
Blaine grabbed the land line and started dialing.
"A friend of mine" he answered.
"Do your friends often visit in the middle of the night?" Kurt asked, remembering Sam from a couple of nights ago.
"More often that I would like." Blaine held the phone up to his and waited.
"What do you think you are doing?" Blaine whispered in to the phone. Kurt heard a mutter on the other end before Blaine interrupted them.
"It's midnight, and you're throwing stones at my window. What if I hadn't heard anything." A reply. "Oh, okay, yeah. Kurt did kick me out of bed to tell you to cut it out. But,why?" Another reply. "We have a doorbell." A mutter and whine. "Kurt didn't mean it. He would never had ripped off your jewels if you rung the bell at three in the morning again."
"I'm pretty sure I would've" muttered Kurt from the couch. Blaine rolled his eyes, knowing damn well that his husband hated being woken up really early.
"Okay," he said, resting a hand on his hip, "come back tomorrow, around ten. It's a school holiday tomorrow and I'll be sure to keep both Kurt's away from you. Yes, Wes I did say both Kurt's. You'll find out tomorrow at ten, and no earlier." Blaine hung up and sighed. Then he look at the time traveler.
"And you should be in bed" he said, pointing the phone at Kurt.
"Couldn't sleep" said Kurt.
"That's been happening a lot recently" noted Blaine, taking a seat.
"Well, not exactly normal circumstances" joked Kurt, picking at the couch, "and I don't know how life will be when we go back. I know we can't tell anyone but how am I going to stop myself from looking for you."
Blaine took Kurt's hands into his own and smiled.
"I'm not going to lie. It's hard. You actually took up drawing as a way to distract yourself from looking for me. And as for when you go back. I know life is really hard for you. And I'm not going to lie, it gets harder. But we meet less than a year after you go back. And I was complete idiot to start off. I kept making a fool of myself. But you told me yourself that your life got brighter when you finally meet me. I ended up leaving my school and transferring to yours, moved in with my aunt and uncle and away from my homophobic father. And we've been inseparable since. You moved to New York before me. But we Skype every single night and wrote each other loves letters. We are soul mates."
"How tired are you?" asked Kurt. Blaine chuckled.
"Severely" he answered and he stood back up to head back to bed when Kurt grabbed his wrist.
"I know you don't want to tell me how we met, but can you tell one detail, please?"
Blaine thought for a moment.
"We both were flying." Kurt blinked.
"We were on a plane." Blaine just smirked and left. Kurt soon followed after.
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At a minute past ten, the doorbell rang. Blaine had told the New Directions that he had a guest coming over. Older Kurt only rolled his eyes and went back to cutting some peppers for their dinner that night.
Blaine let the person up and a happy man waltzed in, freezing when he saw that Kurt had a knife.
Blaine laughed and hugged the man. Kurt only smirked.
"Okay" said Wes, looking over Blaine's shoulder and seeing the younger kids, "I see what you mean by two Kurt's."
"Yeah" Blaine released Wes and dragged him over to a seat, "so why the midnight visitation?"
"Nick and Jeff were being cruel again" said Wes.
"Okay. One, what were they doing? Two, David and I told you this would happen if you let them stay in your spare room."
"Okay, two, they had mice everywhere in their flat. I had to do something. It was disgusting. One, to say thank you for letting them stay, they bought me a gavel. You know I have issues with gavels."
"How could you have issues with gavels?" Puck asked.
"In high school, he was leader of my old glee club. He used a gavel. And we were at a school full of teenage boys so bad things happened to the gavel and Wes hasn't recovered yet" Blaine told them.
"What things?" Rachel asked, Wes let out a cry of despair.
"The things they put Gavy through was cruel. She didn't like the pool, or mountains, or wood work."
Blaine patted Wes on the back as he started sobbing.
New Directions were trying not to laugh.
"I'm sure Nick and Jeff were actually trying to be nice. And this might the start to your working on your gavel issues. You are training to be a lawyer remember. You will need to work with them" Blaine said.
"True" sighed Wes.
"So, why don't you hang here, then go home" said Blaine and Wes nodded.
Then he started to tell them stories about Blaine when he was trying to court Kurt, even though Kurt had already given Blaine his heart when he swept the counter tenor off his feet.
