Okay, I don't hide the fact that I'm a total loser. But this is probably a new low.
So I have an iPod touch which I'm a little addicted to and hope to upgrade to an iPhone... when I get a job, that is. And I'm a sucker for those games where you have to wait a certain amount of time and build things up and level up and all of that. I was one of the addicts when We Rule first came out. And now I'm onto a little game called Treasure Story. And boy is it lame (sorry to any other avid fans). You basically go to all of these islands and 'dig' for treasure, and you have to wait for your energy to build up over time to do that. And then you have your own island that you buy stuff for and upgrade. And I kinda play it.
No, that's a lie. I don't 'kinda play it.' I'm a freaking level 47 with the 13x13 island expansion. But that's a little beside the point. On my island, I can buy plants, houses decorative items... and trees.
A little while ago, I published a story called Forest which was based on the interview I had that I talked about on one of my authors notes here awhile ago where I was told to write about trees in my interview. Didn't get the job by the way. Anyway, it spurred an idea to mind about Klaine as trees and I wrote it and it actually turned out a lot better than I thought. And in writing it, I drew a diagram to figure out for myself where all the different trees were meant to be.
Can you see where this is going? Yeah. I turned my island into the Klaine forest. I'm a major loser. But, you know, if there's any other losers out there who want to see my work (and send me fruit of course!), my stormID is foraworldundeserving (of course). Feel free to friend me and join me in my little loser land ;) just leave me a message on my Profile saying you found me through Forest :)
From Shadowstar556: It's the anniversary of Kurt's mother's death and he's in the graveyard sitting in front of her stone. Blaine goes to Kurt's house and finds out (from Finn?) he's not there and at the graveyard. He then drives to the there, finds Kurt, talks/comforts him, and then, obviously, kisses him!
I don't know how old Kurt's mother was when she died, so I've just made her 27. Just because. Set when Kurt is still at Dalton.
Grave
Blaine shut off the ignition and stepped out of his car. He hadn't been sure that Kurt was actually home, but decided to come out anyway. Dalton was dull on weekends, especially when Wes and David were also home, so Blaine thought he'd come out and see what Kurt was up to. Now that he'd arrived, however, he realized he probably should have called ahead, but it was too late now.
Blaine knocked on the front door, waiting a few seconds until it opened. Finn stood there, looking confusedly at Blaine. "Uh, hi. Blaine, right?"
"Yeah. Is Kurt here?"
Finn looked even more confused. "No, it's the 12th."
Blaine blinked. "Um, sorry?"
Finn's expression suddenly cleared. "Oh, he didn't tell you? Today's the anniversary of his mom's death."
Blaine sucked in a breath. "No, he didn't tell me. So is he alright? Where is he?"
"He's in the graveyard, down by her gravestone." Finn shrugged. "He apparently goes there every year. It'd creep me out to be honest, but it seems to help him. Do you know where it is?"
"Yeah, but .. he won't want company will he?"
"Usually not, but I think you're different. Go down there anyway, if he says no then you can come back and watch the game with me."
Blaine laughed. "Will do. Thanks Finn."
The door shut and Blaine frowned. Why didn't Kurt tell me about this?
Why should he? the logical voice spoke up. He's allowed to have secrets too.
Blaine made his way down the road to the end of a long lane where the graveyard stood. He and Kurt had driven that way once and Kurt had pointed it out, telling him that was where his mother was buried. Blaine hadn't given it a lot of thought at the time - Kurt never looked upset when he was talking about his mother and bringing up past wounds wasn't something Blaine wanted to do often.
He stepped into the graveyard and looked around. It was just about empty, the only figure to be seen was a teenage boy kneeling before a gravestone near the back of the lot. Kurt.
Blaine made his way over, taking care not to step too loud but giving Kurt plenty of warning. As he reached the end of the row, Kurt half-turned and Blaine stopped, waiting.
"Hey."
Blaine gave a tentative smile. "Hi. Finn said you'd be here." There was a moment of silence, then he added, "I can go if you'd rather -"
"No, it's okay." Blaine made his way down the row of gravestones until he reached the one Kurt was kneeling in front of. He hesitated for a second before kneeling next to Kurt and taking in his red-rimmed eyes.
"You holding up alright?"
Kurt sniffed and wiped his eyes. "As well as I can be, considering."
Blaine just nodded, turning to read the gravestone.
Elizabeth Angela Hummel
January 1975 - March 2002
Forever in our hearts.
Blaine had been to graveyards before but never for somebody he knew. For him, it was just another inscription but he knew it meant a lot to Kurt.
"I - I normally talk to her. I don't know if that would make you uncomfortable..." Kurt trailed off and Blaine gently put a hand on his arm. He knew how Kurt was about being touched when he was upset so took it slowly.
"Kurt, this is completely about you. You do what makes you comfortable."
Kurt nodded, letting Blaine's hand stay on his arm as he turned back to the gravestone. "So, like I was saying, I'm a Warbler now. Things got too much at McKinley and Dad decided I should transfer. That's why I haven't come out here as much, I'm sorry."
Blaine felt his heart breaking as he watched his friend pour his heart out to his mother's grave. He stayed silent, watching as the tears continued to run down Kurt's face.
"It's - I'm happy, but it's not McKinley. I mean, I've made some great friends at Dalton but there's a uniform." Kurt pulled a face and Blaine tried not to laugh. "I mean, you remember what I was like with my clothes when you tried to put me in something I didn't like. Like that weird shirt you tried to put me in when I was six that was polyester?"
Blaine couldn't hold back a chuckle and Kurt smiled through his tears. "Yeah, so thankfully the uniform is good quality, but it's like losing a bit of my independence every time I go to class."
Kurt reached up to take Blaine's hand from his arm. Blaine was about to move it away when Kurt clasped it in his own, continuing to talk.
"So being in the Warblers is very different. I'm usually a ukelele but I get my chances to sing too. And even though there's the whole independence thing, it's nice to be a part of a group that accepts me, no matter what."
Blaine squeezed his hand gently, feeling Kurt squeeze back. "Anyway, we're going to Regionals soon. We haven't decided our songs but the council seems to have a penchance for P!nk songs right now so I think we'll have to deal with the torture of that." Kurt sniffed, wiping his eyes with his free hand. "I'm sure you'll enjoy watching that."
Blaine felt his own eyes fill. He'd never seen anything like this and felt himself falling in love with Kurt just a little bit more than he already was. The fact that Kurt was willing to share that with him as well meant so much to Blaine.
"Oh, Mom. I should introduce you. This is Blaine."
Blaine's breath caught in his throat and a tear escaped, spilling down his cheek. Is he really -?
"He's the lead soloist. I told you about him last time I was here, the one who came out to McKinley with me to deal with Karofsky. He's been fantastic. I wasn't expecting him to be here today, but I'm glad he is so you can meet him and know that somebody's looking out for me."
Kurt trailed off, staring at the gravestone and before Blaine knew what he was doing, he was speaking.
"Hi, Mrs. Hummel." He heard Kurt inhale sharply beside him but continued, hoping he wasn't overstepping. "It's so nice to meet you. Kurt still talks about you a lot, when he's not talking fashion that is."
Kurt chuckled a little and Blaine continued, feeling the tears spill over. "I - I've never done this sort of thing before. I don't know anybody who's died. So you'll have to forgive me if I say something wrong."
He swallowed roughly and wiped a hand across his face, still holding Kurt's with his other one. "I've never met you, but I feel like I have sometimes. I feel like I can see you shining out of Kurt. I mean, I don't need to tell you this, but your son is kind of beautiful, and I know he must get that from you. He always tells me you were beautiful."
He could see Kurt's soft smile out of the corner of his eye and kept talking. "Your son is amazing, Mrs. Hummel -"
"I think she would have wanted you to call her Elizabeth," Kurt murmured.
Blaine couldn't speak for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. Elizabeth, your son is amazing. Incredible. I wish he hadn't gone through what he did at McKinley, but I'm so glad I got to meet him. I just want you to know that I care about him so much -" his voice cracked and he fought with his tears, trying to keep himself coherent, " - and I'm going to be looking out for him from now on. I don't know what the future might hold, he may end up back at McKinley and if that happens, I want you to know that I'll be supporting him the whole way."
His throat closed up then and all he could do was sit with Kurt and cry. Kurt was in a similar state and Blaine hesitantly wrapped an arm around the younger boy who did the same in return, leaning against him.
After awhile, Blaine felt his tears dry up but Kurt continued to cry silently and Blaine let him, staring across the graveyard. Blaine had no idea how much time passed, but the sun was slowly sinking in the sky when Kurt lifted his head, his voice slightly hoarse as he spoke again.
"Well, I guess we should go. I - I miss you, Mom. Every day. And I love you, a lot."
Kurt reached out to touch the engraving once more before turning to Blaine. "Thank you, so much." And his voice was so full of sincerity and affection that Blaine took a chance.
"Before we go," he turned back to the grave marking, feeling himself choke up again. "There's just something I want to do. Elizabeth, I think it's fitting that you're the first person to know that I -"
Courage, Blaine.
"I'm in love with your son."
Kurt gasped softly, turning to Blaine who was still looking at the inscription, tears beginning to fall again. "As you can see, even he didn't know that yet. I don't know how he feels, but if it's the same, I'd like to ask your permission to be his boyfriend."
He turned to Kurt who had an impossibly wide smile and tears streaming down his face, and Blaine decided he had never looked more beautiful.
"Her answer is yes, and so is mine."
Blaine felt his own grin break across his face and he just stared at Kurt for a moment before letting instinct kick in and gently leaning across to close the gap between their mouths.
The kiss was perfect. Both boys still had tears pouring down their faces, but the smiles when they broke apart negated any question about whether it was right.
Kurt turned back to the gravestone, reaching for Blaine's hand again.
"Mom, you're the first one I get to say this to and I wouldn't have it any other way. This is Blaine, my boyfriend."
Because if I went with one of my friends to the grave of someone they knew well, I'd be bawling too. I mean, I nearly lost it just writing this and imagining the two boys sitting there crying together.
I don't know this firsthand. I've had two people I was close to die and I couldn't go to either of the funerals, being in a different country at the time. Now that I'm back, I still haven't gone to their gravesites either. It's not something I could ask my dad to do. So I'm hoping I'll get there at some point, because I still don't have closure.
So we had angst, then weird fluff, then this which is just sad. Next chapter we get competition!