Oh, look. We've reached nearish the end. There will probably be another chapter or two after this, since I will write the end of the film, and my lovely, lovely regular reviewer Canadian-23 suggested that maybe I could write the proposal since it wasn't in the film, and YES! That's a great idea, so I think I will be doing that next.
Thank you all for reading. Love you guys.
Don't own Glee, 27 Dresses, or the song Like A Star by Corinne Bailey Rae.
Kurt ran out of the office, bag in hand, the cold New York air hitting him square in the face and making his eyes water, but he barely noticed. The stinging wind made no impact on him, the breeze ruffling his hair for once not bothering him in the slightest.
"Taxi!" He shouted, waving a hand over the road and balancing on the edge of the curb on his tiptoes. "Taxi– taxi! Taxi!"
The yellow car pulled over, swerving to reach him, and Kurt bounced slightly before hauling the door open and throwing himself inside.
He then realised he had no idea where he was going.
"Where to?" The driver asked impatiently.
"Uh- the New York Journal– building." Kurt said quickly, to minimal tutting and shaking of the head from the driver, who sped off down the street.
Kurt's leg bounced and his hands shook the whole way, trying to plan what he was to say in his head only to be faced with not remembering any actual words in the English language, so he gave up and just settled for picturing Blaine's face when he kissed him that night.
They were there before he knew it, Kurt throwing some notes to the driver and hopping out with his bag and phone still clutched at his sides, and managed to make it into the large building by some sort of peculiar half-run. He was faced with a long, blue corridor and then a wide office area, and a main desk with a few young guys sitting behind it, drinking what looked like beer and chatting idly.
He hastened towards the desk, leaning over it and knocking on it loudly.
"Excuse me? Hello?" The men all looked up at him. "Do you know where Blai– Kevin– Kevin Anderson is?"
"Yeah," said one dark-skinned, muscular man with a Mohawk. "He's covering his last wedding. Hey!" He pointed at Kurt, a grin spreading over his face. "You're the guy from the article! You're famous." He informed him solemnly.
Kurt nodded, grimacing. "Yeah."
"Taxi!" Kurt waved an arm at the cars again, to have one pull over almost immediately.
He clamoured in, throwing his bag down and sweeping his hair out of his eyes. "Pier seventeen?"
He looked up when the driver didn't say anything, only to find the familiar face of Ned, the taxi driver from the night of the two weddings. The night he met Blaine.
"Oh my God." Kurt breathed, smiling a little. "I've only got one suit tonight, so just go."
"Oh, come on." He said, seemingly disappointed.
"Just go!"
Ned huffed but drove at what Kurt suspected was definitely over the speed limit until they were faced with the sparkling water.
"Good luck!" He called as Kurt darted out of the car, throwing him some money and racing to the entrance of the pier where a man in a luminous jacket stood.
"Which way's the wedding?" Kurt panted.
"Straight down the end." The man indicated and Kurt hurried down the pier to see some more men in luminous orange jackets pulling in ropes from the bridge that connected the pier to a large, open boat where the wedding was taking place.
Kurt cursed under his breath as the man picked up the bridge and began to detach it from the boat.
There were around two metres of space between the bridge and the end when Kurt started running.
He sprinted up the bridge and took a flying leap, landing reasonably unscathed on the platform with the other wedding guests.
Well. Good.
That went well.
He then took a stride, and promptly fell over a step on the platform.
"I'm fine!" He reassured the other guests to general noises of worry around him. "It's all good."
He wandered slowly along the deck, admiring the yellow glow of the fairy lights in the dark, and the roses that had been weaved into the wooden bars along the outside of the area.
"Oh my God." Kurt turned quickly to see a wide-eyed blonde woman scrambling away from a man to stand in front of him, a good two feet shorter than he was. He then noticed she was wearing a white dress, and okay, she had better be the bride, because otherwise that would be the height of wedding etiquette rudeness. "No freaking way! You're that guy from the article, what– what are you doing here?"
Now that was a very good question.
"Um, well," Kurt began, surveying the excitable little woman in front of him and deciding he should probably just tell the truth. "Okay, long story short… there's this guy..."
The bride made a high-pitched awww, clutching her chest. "Tell me more, tell me more!"
The bride, who, Kurt had found out, was named Julia, had completely fallen in love with his story, making coos and angry noises and squeals of delight at the appropriate times as he told it, waving off the occasional guest, bridesmaid or even at one point, husband, who tried to come and urge her to cut the cake or start the couple's dance.
Julia promised to help Kurt immediately, waving away his thank you's, and pulling him by the hand up to a wooden stage at the front of the boat, pushing him in front of a microphone and standing next to him, squealing excitedly.
Kurt cleared his throat.
"Blaine?" The microphone squeaked back at him, but his voice projected over the ship, capturing the attention of all of the guests. "Blaine Anderson?"
"There he is, there he is!" Julia squealed, pointing into the crowd, having maybe recognised him from Kurt's description.
And sure enough, there he stood. Kurt could barely see him, but he could make out his face in the crowd, gazing at him, stunned. Kurt was pretty sure he saw him say 'oh my god', but a small, disbelieving smile was appearing on his face as he waved quickly.
"Um, hi." Kurt said, his voice wavering. "Um… uh–"
"You can do it, say it!" Julia encouraged, bouncing on her toes and widening her eyes earnestly.
"Uh, I just wanted to say that you were right about me, about all of it." Kurt swallowed, suddenly aware of lots of eyes on him, but tried to hold his gaze with Blaine. "I just didn't want to hear it, especially not from you. Um…" Kurt chucked nervously, squinting to try to make him out.
"Can we get a follow spot?" Julia called.
Suddenly, Blaine was bathed in a white light as a spotlight appeared on him. Kurt took his appearance in properly, smiling a little when he saw that his hair was gelled, and he was in a black suit with a red shirt, his brown eyes wide in shock.
"Ah, there you are." Kurt murmured as Blaine began to slowly walk further towards the stage. He took a deep breath. "Blaine, I've been waiting my whole life for a perfect guy to come along. I never expected to have anyone in high school, but when I got out of Ohio and into New York I was sure my handsome prince would come along… and then you showed up." Kurt smiled slightly. "And you are nothing like the man I imagined. You're cynical… and cranky and impossible. But the truth is, fighting with you is the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Kurt tried to examine Blaine's face. His eyes were trained on Kurt, his lips were parted, but his face showed no real expression. Well, Kurt thought, it's now or never.
"And I think there's a very good chance that I might be falling in love with you."
The crowd broke into gasps and quiet murmurs, but Blaine said nothing. He just kept looking at Kurt with those big, brown eyes, that unreadable expression on his face.
"So… that's it." Kurt glanced at Julia, who had her hands over her heart and was looking tearful. "That's all I have to say, so… I'll go now."
He stepped off the stage, his heart sinking when Blaine made no move to follow him. Well, at least he wouldn't live regretting not knowing what would have happened. He waded through guests to try to just get the hell out of there, when he saw Blaine, slowly approaching from the where he stood, meeting Kurt in the middle.
He stood in front of him, saying nothing and just surveying his face.
"Yeah." Kurt breathed. "Blaine, I just really– um…" But then he found he really had nothing more to say. So he just stopped with a nervous laugh and looked hopefully into Blaine's eyes.
Blaine grinned. "Get over here."
Kurt stared at him.
Blaine raised an eyebrow.
Kurt huffed out a disbelieving laugh and stepped into Blaine's arms, meeting his lips with a contented sigh. He barely noticed the whoops and cheers around him for the warm, familiar, but oh so exciting feeling of Blaine's kiss, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and realising just how much he had missed this.
They broke apart to laugh at the clapping around them, and came back together as the music started and couples began to come together to dance.
I wonder why it is
I don't argue like this
With anyone but you
I wonder why it is
Kurt and Blaine kissed again, finally melting into the feel of the other, holding tight the person they knew they could spend the rest of their lives with, and never wanting to let go.
So they didn't.
I won't let my guard down
For anyone but you
We do it all the time
Blowing out my mind
With their arms still wrapped around each other, they swayed and twirled in circles, eyes never leaving each other's gaze.
Just like a star across my sky
Just like an angel off the page
You have appeared to my life
Feel like I'll never be the same
Just like a song in my heart
Just like oil on my hands