Return of the Sarah Zombie. It was most apparent this morning when I was reading reviews for yesterdays chapter and couldn't for the life of me remember what it was about. That was confusing.
Posted a new 'written-in-half-an-hour-off-a-whim' oneshot last night. It's called Hurt and it's one of the more angsty ones I've written, but it's not like relationship angst if that's keeping anybody away, okay? I know I often shy away from stories that are angst and Kurt and Blaine but it's not like that, or like Edge of Glory.
From totallygilmore and similarly prompted by Embry Moonflower: Kurt and Blaine kiss in the airport before Kurt leaves for NYC Nationals
This also allows me to cover something that I've often wondered about - when Kurt and Rachel are talking about moving to New York and Kurt says that he's asked Blaine and 'he's on board too,' in what way did he ask? And when did he ask? I put it in my Facebook fic a little bit too, but I like hashing out possible scenarios and at some point I'll probably write a oneshot for it. Just like all of the other oneshots I need to write...
Farewell
"You didn't have to come, you know?"
Blaine attempted to reply but his yawn cut him off. "I wanted to," he said when his lungs were cooperating again.
"It's 5am." Kurt rolled his eyes but the effect was dulled by his own tiredness. "None of our parents even came. He gestured to the rest of the McKinley students who were sprawled around the airport in various stages of sleep - excluding Rachel of course who was pacing and rifling through what Blaine assumed was a large sheet music folder.
"I wanted to come," Blaine repeated, mainly because it was the only thing his sleep-addled brain could think to say. It seemed to work for Kurt who squeezed his hand again. "Nervous?"
Kurt thought about it for a few seconds. "About the plane ride, somewhat. About the performance, not in the slightest. About our ability to write three original songs in New York in three days… absolutely."
Blaine laughed but he shared the same concern. "Seriously, Wes would pitch a fit if he tried to get you guys organized. I get that you had the funeral to worry about, but you've known for ages now that you're going to New York. Why didn't they start writing songs the second they had won Regionals?"
"You'll have to ask them." A loud snore from Puck made it clear that Blaine wouldn't be getting any answers today and Kurt rolled his eyes again. "I don't know where Mr. Schue's head has been lately. I mean, yes, he's usually pretty crap at getting things organized but this is bad even for him. I'm starting to wonder whether he might have some kind of secret double life - and it wouldn't be his relationships, we all know all about them."
Blaine couldn't help but laugh as he drank Kurt in. "I'm going to miss you," he blurted out before he could stop himself, immediately proceeding to mentally kick himself. He had promised himself he wouldn't get all sentimental on Kurt unless Kurt was the one to initiate it. The last thing he wanted was to give Kurt the idea that he was clingy, especially with the way Kurt seemed to react to emotional situations by simply brushing them off if he wanted to. And Blaine had been sure that this was one of the times that Kurt wouldn't want to make a scene or be overly affectionate, especially not with all of New Directions just behind them.
But Kurt's eyes softened and when he did finally reply his voice was quiet. "I'll miss you too. I - Blaine, I love being back with these guys but I wish you could come. I really do."
Blaine swallowed the lump of moisture in his throat and nodded. "I wish I could be there. Nationals is going to be amazing and New York itself just looks incredible."
"I'm planning to move there as soon as school is over," Kurt confided, a small smile crossing his face. "That's the life for me."
"Same," Blaine said without really thinking about it. There was a heartbeat of silence where the two stared at each other then Blaine laughed, surprising them both. "We're both thinking it, aren't we? We've been together for a matter of weeks and I know we shouldn't be but -"
"But it's so natural," Kurt completed. "You know, if we're still together, we could do it."
A shiver ran down Blaine spine and he wasn't sure whether it was from the idea itself or the way Kurt had said the word together, setting it apart as if it were something to be cherished. Which, really, it was. Blaine was just glad Kurt felt the same about it, that it wasn't just a high school fling for either of them. They might break up at some point, yes, but neither of them were in it just for fun. Stepping closer, Blaine took Kurt's other hand gently. "If we're still together," he began, trying to put as much emphasis into the word as Kurt had, "I would love nothing more."
A second of relief flashed across Kurt's face, so fast that Blaine wouldn't have caught it if he didn't know his boyfriend's facial expressions very well by now. "Hold on, you thought I'd say no?"
"I wasn't sure," Kurt admitted. "I was afraid I was thinking too far ahead or speaking too soon -"
His words were cut off as Blaine placed a finger against his lips. "Never be afraid to speak your mind around me, Kurt -"
"Oh good. That sweater is hideous, burn it before I return please."
Blaine rolled his eyes, trying not to look down at his outfit self consciously. "Thank you but I was trying to have a nice moment there." Kurt mimed zipping his lips and Blaine sighed good-naturedly, taking his hand again. "As I was saying, I definitely don't have a problem with you thinking about us having a future together. It makes me feel much better about admitting that, with all of this Gay Equality Bill stuff going on in New York right now, I have thought about how amazing it would be to marry you some day."
Kurt's breath caught and his fingers tightened in Blaine's grip, making him worry that he had scared Kurt off by talking to far into the future. But then the death grip relaxed and Kurt smiled. "I imagine it too," he said quickly to Blaine's relief and surprise. "Of course the odds of us making it aren't high, but I want to be the ones to defy the high school stereotype. Along with Mike and Tina," he added both boys glancing over to the aforementioned couple who were curled up on a couch together. "They'll last the distance."
"I hope we do too," Blaine murmured, his voice dropping. It was a strange place to be having such an intimate conversation, with all of Kurt's teammates and his teacher present, but Blaine couldn't really imagine it any other way. It was just so Kurt.
Kurt, who you might be living in New York with in years to come.
He could tell Kurt was thinking the same thing as their smiles mirrored one another. Blaine stepped forward again so their arms were touching, hands pressed between their bodies. "You'll have to tell me about all of the amazing places we're going to visit on our first trip over together," he said quietly.
Kurt nodded, leaning closer still so their foreheads were almost touching. "I will. It won't be the same without you though. Nothing ever is."
And Blaine knew he should have been sad at that, especially knowing what his summer had in store and how much time they were probably going to spend apart, but he couldn't bring himself to let anything ruin the moment they had built. "Well, make sure you come back to me then."
"Maybe you need to give me something to remind me of what I'm coming back to."
Blaine blinked a couple of times as he replayed the words, making sure he knew what Kurt was asking. But he was fairly sure that Kurt had just asked him to kiss him…
And then Kurt gave that half smile that spoke volumes and Blaine's breath caught because holy crap, he is.
When Blaine had finally gotten his act together and realized that all of the things he had been looking for could be found in Kurt, he had wanted so badly to just kiss him right there and then. But patience and common sense had won out - the last time Kurt had been kissed hadn't exactly been a wonderful experience for him and Blaine wanted to make sure that this was what Kurt was ready for and wanted. So, about a week in to their relationship, he had sat Kurt down and laid the whole situation on the line. And Kurt's response had just been to give that little smile and tell him, "It'll happen when it happens. We'll know when the right time will be." And apparently this was it.
Taking a deep breath, Blaine took one last look into Kurt's eyes to be sure, then leaned in to gently press their lips together. Kurt immediately made a murmur of assent and tugged his hands out so he could put them around Blaine's neck, Blaine finding his hands drifting to Kurt's sides and pulling him closer.
"Now calling passengers on flight AL7218 to New York, please proceed to the departure lounge."
Kurt broke away with a sigh and they stared at each other for a few seconds longer before reluctantly letting go. Together, they roused the rest of New Directions and herded them in the direction of the gate. As soon as they were all through, Kurt turned to Blaine and threw his arms around him, almost knocking him off balance. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too," Blaine whispered, holding him close. "Have fun and good luck."
Kurt pulled away, tugging his bag higher onto his shoulder. "I will. I'll call you as soon as I can." Walking through the gate, Kurt turned and blew him a kiss which Blaine caught, both smiling half-jokingly, half-fondly. And with that, Kurt was gone. Blaine stared at the place he had been for a few seconds before turning away with his smile still in place. It was only a few days after all, and he had plenty to remember Kurt by. They'd be fine.
MusicalEscape:
The 4 steps to Mr. Hummel's revenge:
1. Hack Wes's phone so his background is a Zefron photo, and it plays HSM all. Day. Long.
2. David's dorm floor needs some redecorating. How about completely covering the floor with glass marbles?
3. Ah, Cameron. How I pity him. We have to take yarn and attach it from one wall to the next, crisscrossing it and making it impossible to move. Did we mention there were streamers too?
4. Nick and Jeff get a joint revenge. I feel almost sorry for them, getting their heads shaved.