Hello everyone! I'm so sorry that I disappeared for such a long time again. I've been busy as hell with work because a co-worker quit and I have to work double shifts. I really didn't mean to keep you waiting so long. I hope this chapter makes up for it. :)
On another note, I'm going to the CHRIS COLFER BOOK SIGNING in LONDON this Sunday. I'm not telling you this to brag about it, but to see if anyone of you is going, too. If so, maybe there's a chance to meet up? Contact me. :)
Walking On Broken Glass III
Kurt led the way through the rows of seats towards the exit with Blaine's hand on firm grasp. Some people in the audience were smirking at them, some frowned, clearly affronted by Kurt's unprofessional getaway from the scene, some expressed worry for the boy who hit ground. Most of them didn't care about them, however, too engrossed into the ongoing show to pay much attention to the shameful model who had fallen off stage.
Blaine didn't pay attention to anyone or anything but the hand clutching his own tight and dragging him along.
It was Kurt. Underneath the expensive clothes and the make-up and the fancy hair-do was Kurt. He was really here!
Blaine couldn't wrap his head around the fact that this was happening. He followed Kurt like he was in trance, like he was sleepwalking, holding on to the firm grip of Kurt's hand and allowing him to take him away.
Kurt glanced at him over his shoulder, his eyes mirroring Blaine's feelings of wonder and surreality, a smile of disbelief curling up his lips, before he turned again and pulled Blaine towards the exit.
A woman with a headset crossed their path at the door and Blaine tensed up, expecting her to stop them and call for security. Internally he prepared to shove her out of the way, but she just addressed Kurt with a concerned look. "Are you all right, dear? Do you need someone to look at your foot?"
"No, thanks, I just need some fresh air," Kurt replied.
She nodded sweetly. "Be back before the finale or else Hilde will kill you."
Her eyes crossed their clutched hands, but she didn't comment on it, just smiled to herself.
On the way out Kurt looked over his shoulder and Blaine followed his gaze. Valerie and Devon were making their way across the audience, with Shane trying to hold them back.
They had to be quick.
In the hallway they started running. Only now Blaine realized that Kurt was limping, also that he was kind of towering over him. He glanced down at Kurt's feet and realized that no, he hadn't grown several inches in the weeks they'd been apart; he was just wearing incredible heels, making his stunt absolutely plausible.
Kurt headed towards the elevators and pushed the buttons impatiently. The fashion show was in the conference room on the top of the building on the 25th floor.
Once inside the elevator they finally took a breath and looked at each other, really seeing one another.
Actually standing here with Kurt surrounded by a three wall mirror was a surreal moment. Blaine's whole body was like on stand-by, tense and buzzing, and eagerly waiting for someone to push the play button.
Kurt stared at him like similar feelings were taking hold of him. His mouth was slightly open as if ready to say something, but there was no need for words. They needn't say how much they had missed each other and how they had suffered. It was understood.
Everything Blaine wanted and needed to know he could read in Kurt's loving eyes.
"Kurt..." Blaine cracked a smile, a blissful sound escaping his throat as he was staring at his boyfriend in fascination and awe. "Are you even real?" Blaine asked, beaming with joy and at the same time tearing up.
"Yes," Kurt said, letting out a happy laugh. "Yes, I'm real."
Kurt slowly moved to cup his cheek, lifting the hand that wasn't still clutching Blaine's own tightly as if he feared that letting go of it would send the mirage of Blaine before him fluttering away.
"You're real too," he whispered softly, and Blaine leaned into his soft caress for a moment before Kurt suddenly pulled Blaine into his arms, engulfing him in a tight bone-crushing hug. "Happy birthday, Blaine!"
Blaine could only let out a watery, choking sound that Kurt supposed was a laugh in response.
It was as if they'd never been apart and yet at the same time Blaine felt like a million years had gone by. He'd missed seeing Kurt so much. How much he only realized at the very real touch of Kurt's hand holding his and his warm body pressed against his own, seeing the mixture of bliss and disbelief in Kurt's blue eyes, probably mirroring his own astonishment.
Kurt hummed a little against him and Blaine felt his boyfriend trembling in his arms. He thought Kurt was crying but when their eyes met Blaine was captured by the brightest and happiest smile he'd ever seen on his boyfriend's face, laced with unshed tears in his eyes.
"I almost didn't recognize you," Kurt said with a soft chuckle, only pulling away a little bit to look at him and gently brush a dark curl out of Blaine's forehead. "I like your hair this way," Kurt murmured, his fingers now spreading into Blaine's loose curls. "Wild and free."
"Well, look at you, professional runway model," Blaine replied, cupping Kurt's face and thumbing a stray tear off his boyfriend's cheek. "Is there anything Kurt Hummel can't do?"
Kurt nodded, his throat tight with tears. "Live without you," he whispered and tried a smile to mask his misery, but Blaine felt the truth in these words, because he felt the same way.
"Oh, Kurt..." Blaine closed the little bit of space left between them by pressing his mouth on Kurt's lips. Immediately Kurt melted into him, draping his arms around Blaine's shoulders and surrendering into the kiss.
And for Blaine it felt like everything had just been a bad dream and he had finally woken up to reality, a reality in which Kurt was the only true part of his world. Everything else was fake.
Time had stopped inside the elevator cabin. Only a constant bing bing bing sound told them they were moving down from floor to floor. If it was up to Blaine he wouldn't have minded being stuck in the cabin with Kurt forever, just the two of them without anybody able to get to them.
The way Kurt kissed him, gently bit into his bottom lip, tasting him, caressing his tongue with his own, made Blaine shiver and cling to his long-lost boyfriend more fiercely.
God, how he had missed this. It was incredible how awesome kissing Kurt was.
Kurt buckled his knees to be level with Blaine and his arms were holding him strongly, making Blaine believe nothing and nobody could ever snatch him from this embrace.
They were startled when the elevator came to a stop and the door slid open. A couple of grannies moved to enter the cabin. Kurt took Blaine's hand and together they slipped out, making their way past the old ladies and ignoring their stares either due to Kurt's outfit or due to their clasped hands.
"This isn't the lobby," Blaine observed as they came to a halt in front of a small lounge next to the elevators with three different corridors to choose from to get to the hotel rooms.
"I thought this was first floor," Kurt said, disorientated. "That's why I got out."
"It's the sixth floor." Blaine pointed to the sign above the couple of elevators. Then he moved to push the button.
"No, wait!" Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm. "The second car is on its way down, too. Valerie was following us. That might be her."
Blaine immediately turned serious. "Shit! She's going to look for us in the lobby."
"I just totally screwed our headstart." Kurt scrunched up his face.
"So, what's the plan?" Blaine asked.
"I don't have one," Kurt admitted, his face still flushed by the kiss. "This is a spur of the moment kind of thing. I didn't plan to kidnap you and I don't know where to go from here and..."
"Ssh," Blaine didn't mean to hush Kurt, because he loved hearing his voice. He just wanted to calm him the best way he knew how, so Blaine kissed him again.
"Mmh, we need to get out of here," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips.
"Don't worry. We're here. How is she to know we're on the sixth floor?" Blaine was slowly directing Kurt towards one of the armchairs, apparently to snuggle up in it.
"No, I'm serious," Kurt said, although he was giggling. "We should get going. Let's take the stairs!"
Smiling Kurt ignored the way Blaine was almost pouting and pulled him across the corridor towards the door that led to the staircase.
They went through the door and Blaine moved to take the steps downstairs, but Kurt stopped him.
"Downstairs we might run right into Valerie and Devon," Kurt pointed out.
"I'm sure Val thinks we're already in a cab and on our merry way towards freedom. I don't think she'll be lingering in the lobby and wait for us to show up."
"But what if they do?" Kurt worried. "Wouldn't it be better to get back to the fashion show and ask Reed and his mother for help?"
"It's nineteen floors to get back to the fashion show," Blaine pulled a face. "Do you want to climb them in these shoes?"
"Right," Kurt puckered his lips, considering their options for a second. "Okay, downstairs."
Kurt was slow, because taking the stairs in high heels wasn't that easy. But their hands were tightly clasped and Blaine enjoyed watching Kurt's long legs in action.
"Say, did you trip onstage because of these shoes or did you fall on purpose?" Blaine asked with a grin.
"Hey, I can walk in heels," Kurt answered with a smirk. "I wore much higher ones for a Lady Gaga performance once." Kurt giggled and Blaine's heart kind of exploded at the sound. "Kurt, I love you."
Kurt stopped and his face melted with emotion. "I love you, too."
There was so much more that Blaine wanted to tell him, but right now he saved his breath to do something more important than talk.
"Come here." Gently Blaine pulled Kurt into an embrace and brushed his lips against Kurt's, carefully gracing his teeth along the line of Kurt's bottom lip, as if afraid that Kurt might vanish into thin air if he touched him. But Kurt was still real and he opened his mouth and demanded more.
They kissed again and the world stopped turning. It was like they had all the time in the world to kiss and feel one another in their arms. Blaine could feel the longing radiate from Kurt as if it was reflecting his own.
Kurt was giggling against Blaine's lips and making mmh-sounds as if the taste of Blaine's mouth was delicious. "Oh, you taste good and you smell so good! God, I've missed you!" Kurt put his arms around Blaine's neck to pull him closer.
Blaine was delirious with Kurt's presence. He pressed his lips on Kurt's mouth again, but Kurt made a soft whining noise and made eye contact.
"We really need to get away," Kurt spoke in a low, urgent voice.
"Yes," Blaine agreed, and resumed kissing. They just couldn't stop kissing, it was sheer impossible to break apart.
Hello my wonderful readers!
I just got the exciting news by the host of the 2013 Glee fanfic awards that I have been nominated enough times to be named a finalist for BEST MYSTERY FIC (No Regrets) and best mystery fic writer! I didn't even know there was such a thing!
I can't tell you how proud I am to hear this! I may have cried when I read the message. I feel like Kurt felt when he learned that he was a NYADA finalist! So happy! :D
Thank you all of you guys a million for VOTING for me and considering my story worthy an award! I can't tell you enough how much this means to me and it definitely encourages me to hurry up with my updates! Thank you so much for your support! :)
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It looks like I am the ONLY KLAINE fanfic writer! I'm up against stories about Brittana, Finchel, Sam/Quinn and Sam/Mercedes.
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