Okay, it wasn't the last entry. I couldn't stay away. We're leaving at night and we're all kind of wandering around, finding little things to do to make the time go by faster. I decided to write another chapter. It may be short, depends on how long my inspiration blast lasts. Oh and I wrote a letter to Chris to add in to the little gift I got him: a stuffed llama named Paddy O'Llama. So cute! And it's all in a tote bag that says "My Llama Ate My Homework". I couldn't help it. My hubby gave me a look like I'm crazy. I think he's finally starting to realize how much of a fangirl I am. Hehehe.. Let's get to it then and see what happens with poor Blaine.
Last time on Another Tomorrow:
Each night, though, Blaine would go to bed and worry. What was going to happen to them? Would it break his heart to go back to Before Kurt? Would it break his heart not to? He knew what he had to do now, though. He needed to go see Moira. He knew she would be able to help him find some kind of peace.
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Blaine woke and stared blearily out the window from his bed. His heart felt so heavy, he couldn't find the energy to get up out of bed. It didn't help that he had a raging headache. There was school today. School, he thought with a sneer. He was so tired of the mind-numbing homework that was so easy, he could do it in his sleep. How could this be considered an education? Aw, well, anything to keep him closer to Kurt would be worth it. Kurt. Kurt made him so happy. Kurt was young and beautiful, fun, and so full of compassion and empathy for his fellow man. He was so in love with him. There was a light in this Kurt that wasn't there in Before Kurt. What the hell was wrong with him? He was in love with his husband, who was simply an older version of this young man.
The phone rang and he ignored it, pulling a pillow on top of his face. As it continued to ring, he sniffed then inhaled deeply, pulling it closer when he realized it smelled like Kurt. The smell of this Kurt wasn't quite the same as Before Kurt. It was more vanilla than spice. Both were intoxicating.
Finally the ringing stopped, but started up again right away. Worried that it could be a problem – though it couldn't be Kurt, he had his own ringtone – he picked up his phone and rolled his eyes. What perfect timing.
"Hello Moira," he said, retreating back under his pillow. He had intended to go see her over a month ago, but had gotten side tracked by school and Kurt. That and the fact that he really didn't want to deal with something that could break his heart. He didn't want to be told to not love Kurt, or to start dealing with the fact that he could be leaving at some point. He couldn't handle it, so he just didn't handle it.
"Hi, baby boy. Come see me. I've been waiting for you to get the balls to call me, but you didn't so now I'm telling you. Come see me. I'll expect you in 40 minutes. Enough time for you to shower, eat, and get here. Now get up out of that bed and get your smelly butt in the shower," she said and hung up.
Blaine chuckled. He had never met a woman like her. She was wonderful. If anything truly positive came out of this whole situation, it was meeting Moira. Screw school, he thought, he needed this more than he needed another poorly taught English lesson. He'd text Kurt later to let him know he was alright. Right now, he knew without a doubt that Kurt was halfway through his morning moisturizing routine and hated to be interrupted.
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Thirty nine minutes later he was knocking on the door at the hospital. Ahmet opened the door, stoic as usual. But as soon as the door shut, he gathered Blaine in a bear hug that quickly began to suffocate Blaine. He squeaked out a greeting and Ahmet put him down and patted him on the head. This did no good for his headache, but Ahmet was like family so he smiled and gave him the chocolate bars he'd brought. Ahmet was a bear of a man, huge and intimidating. But he loved chocolate. He'd been experimenting with different kinds and this time was caramel chocolate bars.
Moira came to him and hugged him gently. "My boy. How are you?" Her brown eyes were calm and accepting. And sympathetic. It broke down his barriers.
Blaine sighed. "I'm a mess, Aunt Moira," he said and shocking himself, he began to cry. She pulled him in and led him to the bed where she snuggled him into her side.
"Let it out, my sweet," she said and began humming a calming tune.
As if her words were the key to a dam, his tears suddenly came in torrents, his body wracked with sobs.
"Oh, my darling, it's hitting you. I knew it would sooner or later. I'm here, though. You are not alone. You're not alone, you're not alone," she said, her voice turning into a whisper, chanting. She nodded at Ahmet who lit several candles and came over to sit on the bed with them. He gathered Blaine's body into his lap, his head balanced on the large man's elbow. Ahmet began massaging Blaine's shoulders, but not a normal massage, he was hitting the key pressure points in Blaine's body that promoted relaxation. Meanwhile, Blaine continued to cry, letting out all the stress from the entire experience. Leaving his husband, having to re-live this life that was handed to him. He had almost reached the breaking point and if he hadn't gone to Moira, then he would have.
Soon, between the warmth of Ahmet's hands, Moira's chanting –which had morphed into words he didn't understand – he began to relax and feel better. Soon the tears made way to hiccups and finally to silence. The two carried on what they were doing to for another few minutes before sitting Blaine between them on the bed, their arms around him.
He seemed to come back to himself a few moments later. His mind was clear, his heart didn't hurt as bad, and his body felt rejuvenated.
"Thank you," he said quietly. "And I'm sorry you had to see that. I guess it's been building for a while."
"We all need to break down once in a while," Ahmet rumbled, patting Blaine's shoulder.
"You were getting awfully close to a true breakdown, sweet boy," Moira chided gently. "This was the best way to circumvent that happening."
"Well, I guess it's good, then," Blaine said, smiling weakly.
"Let's get some tea and food in you, then we can talk," Moira said.
Moira had more than one connection; twenty minutes after a call, Chinese arrived, complete with fortune cookies. They ate, talking about random things, Regionals that was coming up, Valentine's Day, the latest practical joke played on one of the doctors in the ward. When they had cleaned up, they took their normal spots. Ahmet stood, Moira sat cross-legged on her bed, and Blaine sat on the floor, turning down a chair.
"Now, let's discuss what is breaking my baby's heart," Moira said sympathetically.
"I guess it's that I know that someday, today, tomorrow, next month, I will have to leave Kurt and go back to my Before Kurt. I have fallen in love with Now Kurt, so very much. I can't even picture life without him now. Yet, I miss Before Kurt so much, I ache with it. He is the man I love, the man I married. How do I handle this? How do I continue to fix what has happened in the past without it killing part of my heart?" Blaine asked, his voice quiet, his tone speaking to the war that was going on inside him.
"Oh, the fates did see this coming. And as the fates tend to do, they give me no answers. The only thing I get from the cards, from the fates is to carry on. You are doing well, preventing things that needed fixing. Stay strong. Stay loving. Build Kurt up with your love, be his strength. In that, you will grow stronger. I am sorry I cannot give you more. The fates are very happy with you, though, your karma grows daily. Oh and someone named Sebastian, you are to let the friendship grow, even with you. He will be important later."
Blaine sighed loudly. "Figures. Okay, thank you, Moira and Ahmet. Between the two of you, I feel better, as always. What can I do to repay you?" Blaine asked, sincerity in his voice.
"Bring that Kurt to see me. He's so lovely, I enjoy him so much," Moira said, her eyes excited.
"More caramel. It's so much better than nuts," Ahmet said, sucking the chocolate off his fingers.
"Consider it done," Blaine said, laughing.
"There's my little butthead! Feeling better. Now go sing to your boyfriend and win that competition. Don't forget to record it. Ahmet and I had so much fun watching the Sectionals you sent us. I know those Warblers can't hold a candle to the New Directions!" she cheered.
"'ew 'irections," Ahmet cheered around the caramel and chocolate in his mouth.
"You big dope," Moira said, smacking the big man on his bald head, chuckling the whole time.
"Thank you again, Moira. I really mean it. I may not have any answers, but knowing I'm going in the right direction is good enough for me," Blaine said.
Moira hugged him. "Stay strong. And please know, sweet boy. It's okay to love them both, whether they are becoming different or not."
"Okay," Blaine whispered.
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Blaine realized he'd had his phone off and turned it on to see several texts from Kurt as well as several phone calls from him. He was worried about Blaine and had skipped a class to run to his house only to find it empty. Then he'd gone back to school. Blaine'd had no idea that he'd been with Moira and Ahmet as long as he had. He would have to make up a lot of classes now. It didn't matter, though. Being with Moira made it all worth it.
Blaine shot Kurt a text apologizing to him and telling him he was fine and would see him in glee club. He had twenty minutes. On the drive over, he began thinking up ideas for Kurt for Valentine's Day. He was getting tired of scarves and clothes. There had to be something outside the box he could do. He'd give it more thought after glee rehearsal.
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He was the first in the room and decided to play the piano. It was a happier melody than he'd been playing lately. It gave him hope for a good outcome, however that came about.
"Blaine! I've been so worried! Are you okay?" Kurt cried, coming over to him. Blaine stood up and let Kurt wrap himself around him.
"I'm good, baby, just had stuff to do," Blaine said, gently rubbing Kurt's back, kissing him on his favorite spot on his neck.
Kurt heard the tone in his voice. "Are you okay? Truly? We can skip glee and go talk if you need to?" Kurt said, his glasz eyes serious.
"I actually went and talked to Moira, and it helped. I just needed a parental figure, I guess. Can't exactly go to good old mom and dad," he said.
"True. Okay, well I'm glad you have Moira to talk to. I'd like to see her again sometime. She's amazing," Kurt said, kissing Blaine's jaw.
"You must be psychic, she wants to see you, too," Blaine said with a smile.
"Oh yay! Maybe sometime this week?" Kurt asked, excited.
"Sure thing, baby. Anything for you," he said and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Kurt kissed him back, closed mouth, but so very sweetly, Blaine felt he could cry. "I love you."
Kurt leaned his head against Blaine's forehead. "I love you, too, sweetheart. And thank you so much for the Valentine's cards you've been leaving for me."
"What? I, uh, hate to admit it, but I haven't sent you anything. What does the signature say?" Blaine asked, his hackles raised. All at once it came to him. Karofsky. Karofsky was at the point where he saw himself as in love with Kurt. In the present time, he was happily married to his partner and they'd adopted a baby boy together. He'd have to talk to Kurt about it.
"It just says 'secret admirer'," Kurt said, sounding at once confused and disappointed.
"Well, we'll figure it out. And I have something much better than cards planned for you," Blaine promised with a heated look in his eyes.
"Sounds good to me," Kurt said, breathless. He was easily distracted from his disappointment.
Glee began soon after and they listened to Mr. Schue's lecture on love songs and raising money. When Sugar offered the money they needed for Regionals, Kurt backed her up completely, not wanting to serenade students for money.
After glee, Kurt and Blaine went out for coffee, but Kurt had to leave early to meet with the student council. Blaine didn't mind as it gave him time to think of a good Valentine present.
He stayed, drinking his coffee, jotting down ideas, getting close to something that might be worthy of Kurt.
"Hello," came a soft voice. "May I join you?"
"Hello, Sebastian. If it were up to me, I'd say no. But since I know Kurt wants to give you another chance, I'll say yes," Blaine said, pointing to the chair across from him.
"Thank you," Sebastian said, taking a seat and a sip of his drink. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, thanks for asking," Blaine said, scribbling down more thoughts.
"Homework?" Sebastian asked, desperate to find some sort of conversation. This was awkward, but he'd promised Kurt he'd make an attempt.
"No, I'm trying to come up with an idea for Kurt for Valentines. He's been getting secret admirer cards and it's making him so happy. So, now I have to top that somehow. I may have a lot of money, but not a lot of ideas," Blaine grumbled, ripping the paper and crumbling it up.
"Maybe I can be of assistance? I'm pretty good with ideas. Usually, they are for parties, but I could give it a try," he said hopefully.
Blaine sighed in relief. "I would be very appreciative."
"Okay, so what are the parameters? Dinner only? A whole evening of events? Like dinner, theater, dessert, done? How far do you want to go?" Sebastian asked, pulling out a blank sheet of paper.
"Hmm, how about dinner and one something special?" Blaine asked. "Then I plan to make my place into a Valentine's special. I can't stand it personally, but my Kurt loves it."
"I imagine he would," Sebastian said. "I actually have a great idea."
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Blaine had been working on his love song to Kurt for several days before he finally felt ready to perform it. He was nervous because it was showing Kurt the depths of his affection. The song was simple, from an older time. But the beauty of the words mixed with the music, was ageless.
He raised his hand. "Mr. Schue, I have my song ready."
"Alright, Blaine, the floor is yours," Mr. Schue said, taking a seat with the students.
Blaine walked to the microphone and looked out at Kurt who was smiling at him. "Kurt, you know this song is for you. Everything in my life is for you and I love you. I hope you enjoy this." He nodded to the band and began to sing.
Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me!
He stared at Kurt, the falsetto verses came out so easily. All he could feel was the love flowing through him.
Lonely rivers flow
To the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh
"Wait for me, wait for me"
I'll be coming home, wait for me!
He finished the line right as the crescendo of music and lyrics came. He took a deep breath and sang his heart out.
Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered, hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
He held the long note as strongly as he could, wanting to do good for Kurt. The next note was high but he knew he could do anything in this moment.
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me!
The music continued to play, ending the song on a blast of music, seeming to pound down the importance of the words and the heart of the song. He stood there for a moment, wanting to run to Kurt, but being respectful to the band, he stayed until they were done. He gasped when he was grabbed, Kurt kissing him before he could focus on who took hold of him.
"I love you so much, Blaine Everett Anderson," Kurt said gruffly, holding Blaine's head in his hands. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Thank you." He kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"I love you, too, baby," Blaine said, nuzzling Kurt's neck. He grinned as he realized this wasn't even the beginning of what he had planned for Valentine's.
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"Unchained Melody" by The Righteous Brothers. I suggest listening to their version as it is the version I thought of for this chapter.
Next up: Valentine's, Secret Admirer, Regionals
Happy week everyone! I'm off to California in two hours!