Author's Note: Hello for the final time! Post-It Promises is at its end and it's been a wonderful five months. (Nearly half a year, wow!) It's been awhile since Chapter 10, but summer's been a bit cray-cray. I hope you all enjoy this final installment, and maybe plan to check out my next story, Kiss Your Scars, also a Klaine AU. Thanks to Christina B, the-power-of-love, and katie-the-warbler for their reviews, along with everyone else who reviewed, favorited, alerted, and read throughout the story. :)
This story is AU, but canon up until Original Song save one little detail: Blaine and Kurt are in the same grade. Please note that it is rated M, so there will be some more mature material, but nothing too graphic. If same-sex relationships bother you for any reason, you will not enjoy this. If you are not comfortable reading about topics such as past bullying/violence, past child neglect, or situations of a sexual nature, all dealt with as tastefully as possible and in a non-graphic manner, please do not continue reading.
If I haven't scared you off yet, I hope you enjoy my little project here! ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Glee'. It and any songs/lyrics mentioned belong to their rightful owners, and no copyright infringement is intended.
- Av
Post-It Promises
Chapter Eleven
Hole in the Wall was brighter that night, even with the same smoky haze hanging over the bar and the same dim, flickering lights that were, according to the beady-eyed, big-nosed owner, for "aaahhm-biance", but were really just the cheapest lighting he could find, the same crowd of pushy college students and performers whose mics squealed with feedback but it didn't matter much because their vocals didn't sound a whole lot better than the technological difficulties.
But still, Blaine thought, brighter. Warmer, sweet and musky like the summer evening outside.
Blaine's perch on the two-foot-tall stage didn't give him much of an advantage view-wise than if he'd been standing on the floor, but he still looked up from under his eyelashes and scanned what of the small but tangled throng of people in the bar, fiddling with the tuners on his guitar. His gaze landed on Kurt, who was weaving his way to the stage with Rachel and Brody in tow. Kurt leaned his palms on the stage and Blaine took that as his cue to kneel down and get as level with his boyfriend as he could.
"You look...different," Kurt commented, taking the opportunity to smooth a wrinkle out of the shoulder of Blaine's polo.
"Different...?"
"You look nervous. You never get nervous before a performance, Bee. Is everything okay?"
Blaine thought about it for a moment, really thought about it.
"Yeah," Blaine laughed. "Yeah, everything's really perfect."
Kurt smiled that sweet smile reserved for Blaine, and backed away a little, taking his place next to Rachel as Blaine approached the microphone and began his show.
Maybe his set list was a little brighter, a little warmer, a little sweeter than usual as well. Any song he chose now, the music would feel less like a burden, a performance of "I'm okay, I'm fine, really I am" to everyone around him and more like a "Look around you, isn't everything lovely today?", because it was.
And then he came to that song, that one song in every performance that had "For Kurt" written all over it even if it wasn't a conscious decision. But this time, like last time, it was. It was a short song, nothing big or flashy. He was past the loudness of his high school days, and something about the simplicity of it all made his heart ache in the best way possible.
Kurt was watching him. Blaine locked their eyes and sang directly to him, wishing he could instead gather the man into his arms and sway with him right there on stage, dance to the gentle melody of the newness and oldness and foreverness of their love.
"Did I drive you away?
I know what you'll say,
You'll say, "Oh, sing one we know".
But I promise you this,
I'll always look out for you,
That's what I'll do.
I say "oh,"
I say "oh."
My heart is yours,
It's you that I hold on to,
That's what I do,
And I know I was wrong,
But I won't let you down,
(Oh yeah, yeah, yes I will)
I say "oh",
I cry "oh".
And I saw sparks,
Yeah I saw sparks,
And I saw sparks,
Yeah I saw sparks,
Sing it out...
La, la, la, la, oh
La, la, la, la, oh
La, la, la, la, oh..."
"Do I get a "You were right thank you Cecile, we're forever in your debt" now?"
"Hello to you too, Cecile, long time no see," Kurt commented, mildly amused by the sweet woman's antics. Blaine just rolled his eyes, linking his arm with Kurt's and not even bothering to suppress his smile for Cecile.
"The usual," he said, and Cecile's eyes twinkled.
Kurt's hand came up to rest on Blaine's bicep and his head leaning into Blaine's, their temples rested against each other.
Cecile's smile was wide and genuine and so, so happy for the two young men as she handed them their coffee and a bag with a giant sugar cookie.
"Thank you," Blaine told her, eyes wide and shining, smile a little playful, and Cecile didn't think anyone was ever quite that grateful for coffee. Not even Blaine Anderson.
The apartment was quieter lately than ever, an odd thing to its two inhabitants. Maybe such big changes in such a short amount of time warranted a period of hush, but nothing about it was too much, too silent, too strange.
Blaine was spread out on the floor in front of the couch, papers and textbooks abandoned in favor of his guitar and a mindless tune. Kurt was sitting in the desk chair, using one foot to swivel himself slightly from side to side, sifting through the mess on the desk, having long since forgotten what he was actually looking for. His hand came up with a clump of green sticky notes stuck together, and he smiled as he separated them, expecting the words to be familiar.
KURT
I'm not quite sure how to go on from here. It seems there's no way to -
The first note cut off there, so Kurt, frowning slightly, peeled the next one out of the clump.
KURT
Fuck this I'm fucking madly in love with you why don't you fucking GET IT okay that's not fair you're with Adam what the fuck am I doing?
Pursing his lips to contain a giggle, Kurt discarded that note for the third one.
KURT
I can promise you something Adam can't.
I can promise you that no matter what, I will always be the one who knows you inside out.
I'm a selfish prick, aren't I? No wonder you love Adam and not me. Stupid perfect Adam.
Fuck it.
And the last one.
Kurt. Kurt I would promise you the moon and the stars if that would make you love me but it won't and I know it and I'm just so sorry for this mess.
Kurt hadn't noticed the strumming stop, or that Blaine was watching him go through what were clearly drafts of his post-it notes, or that the smaller, dark-haired man had stood and made his way quietly over to the desk. It startled Kurt when he felt Blaine's hand on his shoulder, but he looked up and held out the notes, feeling oddly sheepish.
"These -"
Blaine shook his head, smiling slightly. He nudged Kurt out of the chair and took the seat, but made up for it by tugging Kurt into his lap. Wrapping his arms around Kurt's middle, Blaine reached for the thin pad of green sticky notes and a pen.
"Those ones -"
Blaine didn't finish, and he didn't have to. Instead, he rested the post-it notes against Kurt's knee and scribbled something out onto the top one. Kurt watched the pen move, taking in the words as they formed on the paper, a little messy from the bad angle and his makeshift desk of Kurt's knee cap.
KURT
I can't promise you the moon and the stars, but I can promise you my heart, and my love, and my music, and the rest of my life to watch the moon and the stars in your arms.
Author's Note: Wow, I don't really know what to say guys. Thank you all so much. The response I got was way better than anything I expected.
The song used in the chapter is "Sparks" by Coldplay.
Now, about my next story. Kiss Your Scars is a Klaine AU taking place in the summer post Season 3. It will be as if Dalton does not exist in Ohio and Kurt and Blaine never met in Season 2. Blaine moved from Ohio to California with Cooper once his brother was able to gain custody from their neglectful, emotionally abusive parents. Dalton is a performing arts high school in San Francisco that Blaine (and some of the other known Warblers such as Nick, Jeff, Wes, David, etc.) goes to. When the Hummel-Hudson family goes on vacation to San Francisco the summer before Kurt and Finn's senior year, Kurt and Blaine meet. They hit off and begin casually dating. One night at a party, Kurt gets a little tipsy and admits that his bully, Karofsky, raped him the previous year. Blaine is horrified and spends the night awake, pondering. The next morning, he, in return, tells Kurt a snippet about his past life, and then proceeds to inform Kurt that he wants to do things right. Blaine spends the following weeks wooing Kurt and they slowly let each other in until all of their pasts are revealed. They end the summer together as boyfriends and best friends, and closer than ever. However, they still have one year to get through before they can move forward with their plans to meet up in New York and be together.
KYS will be considerably longer than PIP, and will be told in two parts: Part I: Summer and Part II: Senior Year. It may also take a bit for me to get it up. I hope you guys will check it out once it is posted, though! :)
So for now, bye guys! It has been totally awesome.
-Av