I've had a real writers block-y day. Thankfully Kiss is still written a few weeks in advance of posting, but I've had three different stories open this afternoon and barely been able to write a word on any of them. And then Angela and I had a communication breakdown on Edge of Glory, which got fixed quickly but meant the latest chapter had to be started all over again. And I think I lost a prompt that I wanted to write.
On the plus side, my hair is now the colour of chocolate (instead of a strange reddish-brownish-orange that it ended up after a bad home dye job that I never got around to changing) and Angela and I are married on Facebook.
From ArtisanBleu: Kurt sings Defying Gravity in one of the rooms of Dalton, thinking he's by himself when Blaine is actually right there watching
So I squealed when I finally got up to writing this. Just sayin'
Defy
Kurt stepped into the choir room, trailing his fingers along the beautiful piano as he walked over to stare out the window. Looking over the grounds of Dalton, Kurt still couldn't quite believe he was here. There was something about Dalton that still made him feel like he was a commoner shopping in a high-end store, even though Kurt knew most of it was just the school. Not all of the boys were born into high society, Blaine might be well-off but he definitely wasn't part of the snobby wealthy. In fact, Wes and Ethan were probably the only Warblers who were, and Kurt hadn't known that until Ethan's chauffeur had shown up to take him home for the weekend.
Which wouldn't have startled him as much if it hadn't been the chauffeur for his private jet.
It felt like only yesterday that Kurt had been joining up for New Directions and they were singing Don't Stop Believing. And now, here he was, a Warbler.
Kurt smiled fondly as he remembered the many memories he had of McKinley. While there were a lot that he would rather forget, he knew his Glee club moments would stay with him for a very long time. His dad and Carol's wedding stuck out in his mind and Kurt found himself idly humming along to Marry You as he remembered the beautiful day.
Casting his mind further back into memories, Kurt turned to sit on the piano bench. Every time he saw the empty piano when the Warblers were practicing, he had to double-take at the fact that Brad wasn't sitting there. Even though the man had almost become furniture to the rest of the Glee club, he had always been there.
Positioning his fingers on the keys, Kurt began to sing through his range, working way up. As he hit a perfect High F, he was suddenly reminded of doing exactly this when he was practicing for Defying Gravity. Kurt frowned, realizing he hadn't sung the song at all since he had purposely thrown it.
Well, it was definitely time to change that. He didn't know the song well enough to do the accompaniment, so it was time to sing Warbler fashion.
Standing up, Kurt turned his gaze back towards the window as he began to sing the song from so long ago.
"Something has changed within me
Something is not the same,
I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game,"
Now that he thought of it, Kurt realized that he should have sung this song a long time ago - the day he freed himself from the captivity of McKinley and secured himself in a place of safety.
"Too late for second guessing,
Too late to go back to sleep,
It's time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap,"
Kurt drew the last line out, loving the way it echoed around the silent room. He stepped towards the window, resting a hand against the pane as he belted out the chorus.
"It's time to try defying gravity
I think I'll try defying gravity,
Kiss me goodbye,
Kurt briefly touched a hand to his lips, drawing back the memory of Karofsky then pushing it back in a fluid motion as he sang on, drowning it from his mind.
"I'm defying gravity
And you won't bring me down,"
And the realization hit. This is my freedom song.
"I'm through accepting limits,
'Cause someone says they're so,
Some things I cannot change,
But 'till I try I'll never know,"
Kurt felt his voice rising as he started hitting the higher notes, building into a torrent of emotion that he never knew he still needed to release. He had taken all the bitterness and hurt and transformed it into a song of hope.
"Too long I've been afraid of losing love,
I guess I've lost,
But if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost!"
Running through the chorus, Kurt felt the raw power behind his voice and knew he was in control of his life. This was his song, his choice.
"Kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity,
I'll think I'll try defying gravity,"
Kurt drew in a breath, preparing to hit the final, beautiful note.
"And you won't bring me down,
Bring me down!"
Kurt allowed a smile to cross his face as the final note echoed around the room, fading away slowly. "Perfect," he whispered to himself.
"Absolutely."
Kurt jumped, turning to face the door where Blaine was standing.
"Wh - how long have you been there?"
"Since you started singing. I was going to say something but then you -" Blaine waved a hand, swallowing heavily. "I couldn't interrupt that."
Kurt stepped across the room towards his friend, stopping a few steps from him and surveying his face. Blaine looked wild, like he was struggling with something internally, but he also looked at peace, like no matter what happened, he would be okay.
He also looked gorgeous, but Kurt had always known that.
A few seconds of silence passed, then Blaine uttered a strangled sound. "Kurt, I've never heard anything so beautiful."
Kurt knew there were no words left. Neither of them needed them. Instead, he watched Blaine close the gap between them hesitantly, reaching out a hand to touch his face. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut for a second, then he reached up to do the same to Blaine.
They stood that way for no more than a heartbeat, but it could have been as long as a million burning suns. Every nerve in Kurt's body was responding to the light touch, the gentle caressing fingers.
And then Blaine leant in and kissed him. And every nerve in his body burst into flames, drowning and burning in the incredible sensation of his lips pressed against somebody else's, someone who actually cared about him. He gently kissed Blaine back, keeping to light gentle touches of their lips.
After a few moments, Kurt pulled away, lifting his gaze to stare into Blaine's eyes.
"Perfect," he whispered.
I'm pretty sure I nearly brought myself to tears doing this. The good kind.