Gateway (414 - 415)

(this is a (sorta) short piece just to covers a missing scene and some background from 414 and 415. I didn't want to put too much into this because I think, overall, these episodes speak for themselves and so, with that in mind, this just filler because GLEE never was big on good transitions)


Kurt realized, too late, that he'd totally forgotten to finish packing for the wedding weekend in Lima. It was the morning of Valentine's Day and he found himself tripping over Rachel and oddly, Santana while tossing random bottles into his suitcase and praying that the suit bag would keep everything important in proper condition. Only when they reached the airport did they have a moment to breathe, knowing that once they landed in Ohio they'd have to move very fast.

The flight seemed to take no time at all and suddenly they were rushing through another crowded airport. They collected their bags before ducking into an airport bathroom to change for the wedding, an action that made Kurt feel rather cheap. He'd hoped to catch an earlier flight, to have more time, but this had been the only real option, price wise. Not to mention the fact that the few classes he was missing made him anxious enough. So while trying to press out the forbidden wrinkles in his suit, he exited the bathroom amidst a bundle of bags and called their ride, his ex-boyfriend.

Blaine answered on the first ring, his voice bright. "Hey, I'm here. I parked, where are…?"

His voice trailed off and Kurt turned to search the area, thinking he knew why. His gaze found Blaine's across the terminal and his face broke into a wide, open smile. Kurt couldn't deny it, Blaine looked amazing. Dapper, handsome and just downright sexy in formal wear. Plus he was looking at Kurt like he hung the stars. In that moment all Kurt's anger and heartache over what had happened seemed to vanish.

He knew he should hate the way the world lite up around Blaine, the way his walk seemed to slow and his breath caught as they shared a somewhat shy smile. He knew nothing had changed since Christmas, or since October when everything had fallen apart between them and yet somehow it didn't matter now. All that mattered was the look on Blaine's face, the perfect lines of his suit and all Kurt wanted was to be near him again. The spark between them felt tangible, like static in the air. This was Blaine, his Blaine. Always.

"Nice suit," Kurt smirked, recognizing his own flawless tailoring as Blaine stopped in front of him, looking dazed. For a moment they both stared, savoring the electricity between them. That was until Rachel appeared by his side, oblivious to the moment she was intruding on.

"Kurt come on, I can't get the clasp and Santana says it'll mess up her nails."


For the next four days all the rules of a normal break-up went out the window. Kurt's lips found Blaine's before they'd even made it out of his car at the church and neither had any recollection of moving to the backseat. Absorbed in the excitement of it all, Kurt lost himself. There was something about the setting, something about attending the wedding of two people he watched fall in love. Something about Blaine and he knew better than to let himself dwell on that. With everything going on he reasoned that he had earned a break, and he deserved some small semblance of happiness.

For Kurt's long weekend home he went out of his way to spend as much time with his ex-boyfriend as humanly possible and even though he knew he shouldn't, he loved every second of it. A last fling, he told himself, everyone hooks up at weddings and his body craved Blaine after so many months alone. No one would judge him for giving in just this once.

Well, maybe Santana, but she had no room to talk.

The truth was that Kurt had always loved and wanted to be with Blaine. The fact that he had broken Kurt's heart hadn't changed that. And despite all that had changed since the last time Kurt was in Lima, they were still friends. Best friends. That at least would never change.


Singing with Kurt was bliss, being on stage, and holding Kurt in his arms as they danced. It was everything that Blaine wanted, needed and longed for. Spellbound by Kurt's mere presence, Blaine savored every unexpected touch, every surprise kiss. Despite the way Kurt kept slipping in comments like just friends and not a date, Blaine felt a great sense of hope.

In the days following the wedding that wasn't, they went to community plays and out to the movies before sharing plates at their favorite haunts around town. To Blaine it felt like a new start, a second chance with the man who owed his heart.

On Kurt's last night in Ohio Burt opened his home, as always and Blaine was surprised at being allowed to share Kurt's bed. Even knowing his mistakes, Kurt's father still supported their relationship and the significance of that wasn't lost on Blaine. They stayed up late, watching old TV shows that they both loved and talking for hours, as though they were banking their time together. The moments of affection were slipped in seamlessly, like before and to Blaine it felt like a promise.

A promise of never saying goodbye.


The plane landed at JFK amid a torrent of weather warnings for the greater Manhattan area. The girls were thankful just to make it home before the snow really started falling, but Kurt was close to panicking after spending the day of travel at war with himself. He couldn't seem to process the weekend, from the backseat of Blaine's car to the hotel room at the reception to his own bedroom, everything was a blur of passion he thought he was over. He needed to be over it. He needed to be over Blaine.

A few minutes into unpacking his suitcase he decided to call Adam, hoping for a distraction. The city around him was already closing down and he couldn't bear the prospect of being trapped alone in the loft with Rachel and Santana for who knew how long.

Adam answered on the second ring and offered to come over without Kurt really having to ask. He avoided the sigh in his throat as the line clicked off by rushing to take a shower. Knowing that he needed to wash off the day of travel before the guy he was dating showed up and smelled sex on him.

The shower provided Kurt with a certain level of clarity. This was his home now, this place in another city away from Blaine. The future they'd planned together had been lost months ago and the nothing could change that.

The heat of the water burned through him allowing him to reign in his thoughts. To say that he had thoroughly enjoyed his weekend away was an understatement, but the reality of his relationship remained the same. Blaine had broken his trust and his heart. They were better off as friends. He could move on now, he could let go of his first love. He could want someone who wasn't Blaine. Someone like the tall blonde guy with a british accent who was currently travelling through a storm just to see him.

As he finished his shower he focused his thoughts on Adam and NYADA and New York and everything he loved about his new life. Anything to keep him from thinking about the love he'd lost.

It was a bit later, while Kurt was getting dressed when a knock on the door echoed over Rachel's loud singing and Santana's louder music. For a moment he hesitated, and it was that hesitation that solidified his resolve. He liked Adam, he could love him too. He could move on. He would move on.


The week after Blaine's favorite Valentine's day on record passed in a whirlwind. The New Directions spent every waking moment rehearsing as they hashed out their big comeback for regionals. Even with Mr. Schue distracted by his relationship trouble, the group knew time was running out and they needed to focus. They had one shot to bring the team back after their disastrous showing at Sectionals and everyone felt it. From the seniors who needed a Nationals win to add to their college applications, to the underclassmen who needed the GLEE club to continue next year.

The list of possible songs seemed endless and they knew the team couldn't just show up, they had to win. This was about bringing the Nationals winning New Directions back from the grave. There were several nights that Blaine returned home late and exhausted, glad to avoid the fact that Kurt was pretty much unreachable due to a storm that had covered New York City in ice and snow. In fact he was glad for the distractions as he worked through what happened between them.

The memory of Kurt remained fresh in his mind, hot and warm and new. The thought of their bodies flush together, dancing and singing and making love, left Blaine arrested with desire. Over the course of the long weekend he had found that Kurt had gained a new level of confidence since he'd moved to New York. He was no longer timid in his actions, no longer embarrassed by his desires and Blaine loved it. He wanted Kurt this way, he wanted Kurt forever.

Despite the storm, Blaine continued to receive texts. The majority consisted of silly rants about the girls, which he could understand because being trapped anywhere with Rachel and Santana for days on end was pretty much his definition of a nightmare. But there other things, it started with simple additions like Kurt adding an I wish you were here line to the end of a rant. Then there were casual comments about their recent hook-up that made it clear it was anything but casual.

However, the message that meant the most to Blaine came late on the last night of the storm, so late that he didn't respond, thinking it a dream. But the next morning it proved to be real. The message consisted of three simple words that said everything Blaine needed to hear.

Come What May - Kurt (2:06am)