A/N: I AM ALIVE! Holy crap, guys. I cannot apologize enough for my absence! Let me just say this: Junior Year is literally the shittiest year in the existence of the world, and I hated it. But… it's summer now (hallelujah) and that means more writing, and hopefully being able to finish up this fic before school comes back around! Thank you to those who have stuck around, and I hope you guys don't hate me or that you've completely gave up on me. I received a couple of messages asking if I'd given up writing the story, and I refuse to do so! I was just so busy that I literally had no drive or time to write anything, but now that it's summer I have so much free time on my hands and promise to continue it once more. I am so so sorry again, guys! Without further ado, here is the eleventh chapter of Daylight, I hope I don't royally disappoint you.
P.S. I literally just finished the chapter and I wanted to get it up ASAP because I suck and haven't updated in so long so I did not proofread.
ALSO, happy end of Glee, I wish I'd been able to say something sooner but yeah I suck so oops. I hope everyone enjoyed the final season (as much as one could). Love you all!
Chapter Eleven
Things with Blaine had been going pretty… well, weird honestly. After the night at Scandal's, Blaine and Kurt had been spending more and more time together. Blaine was still dodging Rachel's sexual advances, coming up with excuse after excuse as to why he and she couldn't do the deed, which was difficult with school and rehearsal. Kurt would be lying if he said that all of it wasn't hard on him, because it was. Spending night after night with Blaine, holding him and kissing him, only to act as if none of it had happened during school the next day was torture, but what else was there to do? He was too far gone now; too deep to stay away, and too shallow to want to. Seeing Rachel cling to Blaine's side was practically unbearable, like little knives shoving into his heart, but it no longer was as much pain that Blaine wasn't his, as it was the overwhelming feeling of guilt.
"… so he went and created a zombie virus that infected all the people and they all died. What do you think of that, babe? Kurt!" Blaine laughed, nudging Kurt in the side.
"Hmm? What? I was listening!" Kurt said, finally coming to. The two were supposed to be studying, but Kurt was beyond done with that, now he was going through everything he had to be guilty for in his head for the millionth time today.
"Oh really? Because to me it looked like you were staring at the same page in your book for the past fifteen minutes."
Kurt shut his book with a sigh, "Okay, I was, but can you blame me? This stuff is boring. I'm dropping out of school and becoming a nun."
"A nun? You aren't even religious, nor are you a female!"
"Well, the male equivalent of a nun then," Kurt replied.
Blaine chuckled, setting their things aside and slinking over to Kurt on the bed, "But if you became a nun, we couldn't do this," he said, pressing their lips together softly.
"Very true," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips, his eyes closing gently and his hand grabbing the back of Blaine's neck. Blaine's arms wound around Kurt's body before pressing him down into the bed and letting his lips move against Kurt's slowly, moving from his lips to his neck. "Yeah, I'm never becoming a nun," he gasped as Blaine nipped at the skin on his neck.
"Kurt!" Burt's voice called from down the hall, making both boys jump away from each other and straighten themselves up just in time before Burt walked through the bedroom door.
"Yes Dad?" Kurt asked feigning nonchalance exceptionally well.
"It's getting late, Bud," Burt said, flicking his glance to me on the bed beside Kurt.
"Of course, Mr. Hummel. I completely understand. I'll take off," Blaine started to move in to give Kurt a kiss but quickly realized Burt was in the room and cleared his throat, rising from the bed. "See you, Kurt."
"Wait, let me walk you out," Kurt said, jumping from the bed and sending a smile to his dad, who simply nodded before walking out. As soon as Burt was out of the door, Kurt kissed Blaine gently before he began walking to the front door, walking out and closing the door softly after Blaine followed suit. "I love you," Kurt said, pressing his lips onto Blaine's once more.
"I will never get tired of hearing that," Blaine chuckled.
"Will you be back tonight?" Kurt asked as Blaine started off the porch and to his car.
"Of course. Aren't I always?" Blaine replied, smiling brightly to Kurt before getting into his car and backing out of the drive. Kurt watched the car drive down the road a little ways before walking back into the house. Fifteen minutes later, Kurt's phone beeped with a text notification.
I love you.
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At midnight on the dot a light knock sounded on Kurt's window. Kurt smiled and tiptoed from his bed to the window, raising it slowly to prevent any loud squeaks, and ushering Blaine in from the chill of the outside air before closing the window just as slowly as he had opened it. Blaine smiled as he entered the bedroom, shivering slightly as he warmed up, removing his coat to reveal a set of navy blue pajamas. This had been their routine since that night at Scandal's. Blaine would sneak to Kurt's house in the dead of night, and stay most of the night, leaving a little earlier in the morning so he would go unnoticed by Burt.
Kurt turned to face Blaine, kissing him in greeting, "Hello to you too," Blaine replied after the kiss, moving to the bed and rubbing a hand down his face. Kurt took his place on the right side of the bed, lying down and looking up at Blaine. Blaine met his gaze and grinned back, lying down beside the boy and reaching over Kurt to tug the bedside light off. Kurt turned around to face Blaine, laying his arm over the boy's side and pulling the two closer before nudging his face into the crook of Blaine's neck.
"God, I wish we could stay like this forever," Kurt whispered, inhaling Blaine's scent and nuzzling his face further into the other boy's neck, eliciting a small chuckle from Blaine.
Blaine's hand found Kurt's head and began running his fingers through his chestnut locks. This was the only time Blaine was allowed to even touch Kurt's hair, the boy had a fit just about any other time, stating it would ruin his perfect hair coif. It was so soft when it was free from its daily gels and sprays. Everything about Kurt was soft— his hair, his skin, his lips— it was one of the many things Blaine loved and thought of often. Kurt always told him with the right moisturizer, chapstick, and conditioner Blaine too could achieve Kurt's level of overall softness, but Blaine was perfectly content touching Kurt instead. Maybe it was silly, but Blaine enjoyed that little piece of Kurt, just for Kurt. He didn't want to take it. "Me too," he replied softly, closing his eyes gently and smiling into the dark. They did this every night, and every night the two fell asleep before they could really say or do much. By the soft sounds Kurt was making and his even breathing, it was clear he had already fallen asleep. Blaine pressed a kiss to the top of Kurt's head and relaxed into the bed a bit more, slowly letting himself drift off.
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At six a.m. Kurt's alarm began to blare, causing Kurt to stir awake and sluggishly get out of bed. Blaine was no longer beside him, but in his place sat a note:
You looked too content and adorable to wake up, so I slipped out. I love you. –Blaine
This was another thing they had started. Sometimes Blaine would wake Kurt before leaving in the morning, but most of the time Blaine slipped out, leaving a note on his pillow. It never failed to make Kurt smile, and always started the day off right. It was like a little reminder that the night wasn't a dream, something Kurt often found himself questioning when he woke the next morning. Maybe that was sad, but Kurt still didn't understand how someone like Blaine Anderson could love him. How someone he'd pined over for years could actually reciprocate his feelings. It was beyond belief to him. A miracle, no matter how unfortunate the circumstances may be. After completing his daily routine and grabbing his bag, Kurt grabbed a quick breakfast and made his way to the school, eager to get the day over with and see Blaine again tonight. The days were becoming slightly more bearable to Kurt now that had something to look forward to, however, seeing Rachel and Blaine still hurt just as much. Despite his and Blaine's nightly routine and their progress, Kurt still couldn't help but feel slightly threatened and saddened when he saw the two together, always being reminded that Blaine wasn't completely his, and there was still an obstacle in their way.
Kurt arrived to school early as usual, slowly making his way to his locker as he sipped the coffee he'd grabbed from the Lima Bean before school. As he walked, a voice shouted his name, followed by the padding of steps.
"Hey 'Cedes," Kurt greeted when she caught up to him.
"Hey!" Mercedes said, grinning.
"Alright, what is it?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow as he side-eyed her.
She took a beat to respond, "Have you heard about the Rachel and Blaine dilemma?"
"The what?" Oh shit.
"According to inside sources—"
"Artie."
"Yeah, yeah. Well, according to Artie, they're having problems in Sexytown," she told him.
Kurt laughed, "Did you just go there?"
"Laugh all you want, but I'm thinking our beloved power duo might be reaching their expiration date, Kurt! Which, thank the Lord if they are because I don't know how much more of that I can take!"
Unsure of how to respond, Kurt simply shrugged.
"Are you really gonna tell me you have no response to that?"
"I don't know Mercedes, maybe they've just drifted. We've all grown a lot over the past couple of years… Maybe they've just hit their end point?" He replied half-heartedly.
Mercedes shrugged, then grinned once more, "Hey, maybe now you'll get your shot?" She joked, winking. "I gotta run and ask Mr. Tanner a question before class. I'll see you in Glee!"
For the remainder of the day the only thing on his mind was the conversation he'd had with Mercedes that morning. What would everyone think if Blaine and Kurt came out as a couple, even after Rachel and Blaine broke up? Would they suspect their affair? Would they hate them both? What if Rachel and Blaine breaking up meant nothing for him and Kurt, and they still hid from everyone else? All of these questions and more swirled in Kurt's mind so fast that he nearly ran head first into Karofsky in the hallway after school.
"Watch it, faggot," Karofsky said, pushing Kurt aside and into a nearby locker. Since that day in the locker room, Dave had somewhat backed off of Kurt, not sending nearly as many shoves or slurs his way. From time-to-time Kurt would receive one, but overall they'd died down, something he had not at all expected. Kurt suspected that Dave felt awkward around him, and merely kept it up every once in a while to keep up the charade and his image. Whatever it was, Kurt's shoulder was happy with the outcome. Less locker slams made for a less fucked up shoulder. Kurt had just sat down beside Mercedes in the choir room when Mr. Schue walked in and clapped his hands together to grab their attention.
"Alright guys, so the last assignment we decided on was a pretty general assignment: just to choose something relevant to your life currently, in hopes that it would give us some ideas for a setlist for regionals. So, does anyone have a number they would like to perform?"
Blaine raised his arm, "I have a song, Mr. Schue," he said, standing up and looking around the room, locking gazes with Kurt for a short moment before looking straight ahead.
"Alright, Blaine. Come on down!" Mr. Schue said excitedly, taking a seat and giving Blaine the floor.
Blaine made his way to the floor, grabbing an acoustic guitar and sitting stool in the middle of the floor before taking a seat. "Alright well, I think the song kind of explains itself," he commented before starting to strum out a slightly slow, laid back tune.
Here I am waiting
I'll have to leave soon
Why am I holding on?
We knew this day would come
We knew it all along
How did it come so fast?
This is our last night but it's late
And I'm trying not to sleep
Cause I know, when I wake, I will have to slip away
During the guitar build-up, Blaine looked straight to Kurt, his gaze seemingly sending him a number of messages, the main one being that this song was for him.
And when the daylight comes I'll have to go
But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close
Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own
But tonight I need to hold you so close
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
The way that Blaine was sending Kurt short glances and putting his all into the song really set something off in Kurt, something stronger than usual. He was completely lost in the song and in Blaine—in the way his fingers moved and glided across the guitar, playing every chord perfectly, in the way his hair fell across his face, right over his closed eyes, a grin playing across his mouth as he sang... Everything about it reeled him in. However, after every short glance at Kurt, there was a slightly longer glance at Rachel, one that falsely assured her that she was the one meant to truly receive this message, something that, no matter how false it may be, set him off in a completely different direction than the song had been meant to.
Here I am staring at your perfection
In my arms, so beautiful
The sky is getting bright, the stars are burning out
Somebody slow it down
This is way too hard, cause I know
When the sun comes up, I will leave
This is my last glance that will soon be memory
And when the daylight comes I'll have to go
But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close
Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own
But tonight I need to hold you so close
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I never want it to stop
Because I don't wanna start all over
Start all over
I was afraid of the dark
But now it's all that I want
All that I want, all that I want
And when the daylight comes I'll have to go
But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close
Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own
But tonight I need to hold you so close
And when the daylight comes I'll have to go
But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close
Cause in the daylight we'll be on our own
But tonight I need to hold you so close
As the song came to a close, Blaine looked at Kurt, staring at him as he ended the song, his eyes watering slightly. Kurt sent him a small smile back, looking around briefly before mouthing 'I love you.' However, he'd not been careful enough.