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So I'm over 200 reviews – I know, I know, the video is coming! I'm in the editing stages right now so I'm not posting another chapter of Seven until it's up and I can link you all to KurtieBear CuddleTime. I'm also trying to perfect my rapping voice, so bear with me.
Thank you for all of your kind words and support through the whole thing. I'm still quite surprised you guys didn't quite cotton onto the whole Josh's dad issue, but I hope you can read the rest and look back for any possible foreshadowing!
Also, I'm going to dedicate this to all of my lovelies on tumblr, who have put this fic on their fic recommendation lists. I'm honoured and I don't deserve any of that!
Enjoy! And please tell me what you think, this chapter's a bit weird.
I love you all!
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It was weird without Kurt for the first few days. I'd grown so accustomed to his constant presence that I felt somewhat cold without him. My hand was always empty, save for the moments where Charlotte would see me and run up to me, taking my hand in hers and dragging me towards the piano for another song from the Legally Blonde musical.
Kurt and I were rapidly texting throughout the day. I was still excused from school, but since Kurt had returned to his duties at home he was deemed fit to go back to school. He obviously wasn't getting much work done, since he'd sent me texts such as "Shakespeare didn't care this much about Macbeth, surely!" and "Sitting in French. All I can think of is Lady Marmalade."
It was soothing in a way, to have Kurt constantly with me even if he wasn't physically by my side. My family was extremely supportive, too: they knew how much Kurt meant to me, so they were always smirking and whispering whenever my phone would buzz and I'd respond in less than fifteen seconds.
Charlotte had taken up the habit of talking on the phone quite a bit. Being as young as she was, she wasn't allowed to have a cell phone (despite all the other trampy tweens having Blackberrys) so she was constantly hogging the landline. I didn't know who she was talking to – everytime I'd ask, she'd say 'somebody' and then storm off to her room and slam the door. It was getting a little suspicious, but given her bubbly moods and her returning personality, we let her do her thing.
The time away from Kurt was good, in a way, because I was finally able to get in touch with Mercedes and begin to organise something special for Kurt's birthday. We began texting each other, saving each other's number under different names, just in case Kurt would see and become suspicious. It had been a week and a half since Kurt had returned home, and his birthday was the following Friday. We needed to get everything sorted as soon as possible.
Mercedes and the rest of New Directions had thought a surprise party would be a good idea, though I quickly pointed out that Kurt would be furious having to get dressed for an event he had no idea about. The original plan of putting on a show and then partying at Rachel's was scrapped, and we struggled to think of how we could make anything else work. Then, Brittany (of all people) thought that the girls should take him shopping, make him buy an outfit appropriate for the night (after all, Mercedes would be there to help) and then bring him back to the Hummel-Hudson house where we'd all be lingering in the garage, ready to surprise him with a kickass party. Finn and Puck would have decorated the place to the best of their ability (I'm sure Rachel would have some input, being Rachel) and I was in charge of entertainment –I'd been communicating with the Warblers via email and was organising a surprise performance in Kurt's honour. We were all so proud of every aspect our plan, and we all knew that after he'd finished punishing us for the initial shock, Kurt would love it.
My latest text conversation with Mercedes was amusing. She'd started using code words and abbreviations so much so that it became increasingly difficult to understand what on earth she was trying to say.
From: MooMoo
To: BigBear
BigBear. The K's EV. Rapidly C'ing 2gether. Have PWar conf 2 lalala during WOOO?
From: BigBear
To: MooMoo
…what?
From: MooMoo
To: BigBear
Sigh. Blaine, Kurt's event (party) is rapidly coming together. Have Pavarotti II and the Warblers confirmed to sing during the party?
From: BigBear
To: MooMoo
Oh. Makes more sense now. Yeah, everything's good. Why didn't you just say it like that last time?
From: MooMoo
To: BigBear
Shut it, white boy. Talk later. Xx
Everytime Mercedes and I would talk with the intent to further the organisation of the party, we'd end up laughing. She was honestly my favourite of Kurt's McKinley friends, aside from Finn, and I got on so well with her. Our mutual love of Kurt was probably the main reason for us hitting it off so well, or so I thought, until Mercedes revealed one day that she was just so taken aback by how well I've treated Kurt. I told her the truth: that I didn't think I'd done anything out of the ordinary. She sent me a text saying thankyou for everything I've done for Kurt, and though I still thought I was just being a normal boyfriend, I smiled and accepted the compliment graciously – it's not often that you get the approval of your diva-licious boyfriend's equally diva-licious best friend.
Kurt's party was coming together well. Given how Kurt had been there for Charlotte and I, and the entire family during Charlotte's ordeal, Mom and Dad offered to pay for catering and to hire a limo to take Kurt shopping in. It was a very generous offer, and I knew Kurt deserved it, so I accepted with a wide smile and overly affectionate hugs for the both of them. Kurt's birthday was going to be amazing – the best birthday of his life.
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"Blaine, I haven't seen you in ages!" Kurt whined the minute I'd answered his phone call, grinning.
"Baby, it's only been a week and a half."
"Still! I miss you! I went from sleeping in the your bed every night to sleeping by myself with Finn farting every five minutes down the hall."
"Ooh, that sounds lovely," I sympathised – growing up with Dylan meant there was no shortage of disgusting smells.
"Shut up. I just want to come over and be with you."
"I know, me too. I miss you too."
"Do you?"
"Are you kidding me, Kurt Hummel? Of course I miss you!"
"Just checking," Kurt said, a hint of mockery in his voice.
"You're mean," I whined.
"You love me. Anyway, when are you coming back to school?"
"Monday," I said truthfully, secretly thankful to go back to school yet anxious to leave Charlotte behind as I go back to boarding.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?"
"Yes!" I laughed, "Dead serious. I'll be back on Monday, on time for our coffee date at seven."
"I'm so excited, it's not funny."
"Well, it'll be good to be with you again, that's for sure."
"And Charlotte's ready for that?"
"I guess she is, but we'll have to wait and see. I'll have my phone with me, so she wants me to come home for the night, I can always do that."
"Mmm…."
"What?"
"Just- Charlotte's really lucky to have you as a brother. You really care about her."
"Of course, she's my sister."
"And you are the best man in the world. Holy crap, how on earth did I snag you as my boyfriend?"
"I don't know, you're just that lucky," I teased, before joking with Kurt for a few more minutes and eventually hanging up.
No sooner had I pressed the red button had Charlotte bounced up towards me and hugged me tightly. I returned the hug, ecstatic to see her positive energy slowly returning, and listened as she withdrew herself from the hug and began speaking at a million words a minute.
"So Blaine, Kurt's birthday's coming up, isn't it? I really want to get him something so what should I get him? I mean, I know he's interested in fashion but he's also interested in music and theatre and glee and of course he's interested in you so there are just so many things I could get him!"
"Charlotte, honey, breathe!"
"No time!" she gasped, "I need to get Kurt a gift!"
"Honeybee, why are you so desperate to give him a gift?"
"Because he's perfect for you, Blaine!" Charlotte blurted. "You love him and he loves you and you're just so perfect together! You're going to married one day, I just know it, and he's like another brother to me so I want to show him that I love him too and I want to say thankyou for everything he's done for you and for me too!"
I crouched down, beaming at everything Charlotte had just said. Of course, I'd know that Charlotte and Kurt did have a good relationship, it was still surprising to have my sister say such amazing things about my boyfriend.
"Char, Kurt will love anything you decide to give him."
"I don't want to give him just anything, Blaine. I want to give him something special."
"Well… just think about everything he loves and find gifts that relate to that."
Charlotte stared off into the distance for a while, before snapping her head up and looking proud of herself.
"I've got it!" she said, turning to sprint down the hall before stopping in her place and turning back to me.
"Oh, Blaine?"
"Yeah?" I responded, standing.
"Don't forget, the night of Kurt's party is also your six-month anniversary!"
I smiled. "Thanks, Char!"
As Charlotte ran back to her room excitedly, I immediately began stressing over how to make the night even more special for Kurt. I knew we'd be hitting six months soon – we'd been dating for a couple of months before the Charlotte scandal, and then a few months in between – but I guess it just didn't completely register that our anniversary was the same night as the party. Mercedes couldn't have known the exact date of our anniversary, and given that she'd chosen the date, it wasn't planned.
Now I just had to think of a way to truly express how thankful I was to have Kurt in my life. He'd been nothing short of the perfect boyfriend and the most amazing best friend. Though we'd still have to deal with the remainder of Charlotte's ordeal I just knew that he'd be there for me no matter would, as I would be for him. One date night couldn't do it, especially given that it was on the same day as his party.
I loved him more than anything. He was my everything.
And I knew just how to show him that.