Day 13 – You Send Me (Sam Cooke)
A/N: This turned out to be a sort of companion piece to yesterday's installment, but from Kurt's point of view this time.
At first I thought it was just infatuation
But oh, it's lasted so long
Kurt remembers how he was immediately taken by Blaine when they met. One Katy Perry song and Kurt was done for. "I'm in love with him and he's actually gay," he'd gushed to Mr. Schue, so excited to say those words aloud.
Of course, he hadn't truly been in love with Blaine then. Not yet. Perhaps it was more of an infatuation at first. Blaine was the first openly gay boy to show him any positive attention. How could his head not be turned by that?
Time passed. Flirty duets were sung, miscommunications and misunderstandings were traded between them. Then came a kiss, followed by another, followed by a hundred more. They were young, and in love, and everything was wonderful…until it wasn't.
Kurt was sure his heart shattered beyond repair that night walking home in New York. If he hadn't known he was in love before, he knew it for certain at that moment. There was no way he could have hurt so badly otherwise.
Reconciliation was followed by another dark, rainy night in the city, but Kurt was the one breaking a heart that time. Looking back, he realized that despite his actions and his words, he'd actually felt more in love with Blaine than ever. The enormity of that love was just more than he felt capable of handling, and he fled.
Kurt wasn't one to believe in miracles. There was no great spaghetti monster in the sky pulling everyone's strings or granting wishes. What he did believe was that some force – perhaps the very bond he shared with Blaine – intervened on his behalf to overcome all the mistakes and make things right. Now here he stood, hand in hand with Blaine, the one and only man he'd ever truly loved, and he was eagerly, willingly, wholeheartedly and unflinchingly vowing to love him for all eternity.
It shouldn't have happened. After all the tears and heartbreak, after the separations and accusations and wildly bad choices, all of the odds were against them. There was no logical way to piece together the histories of these two lives and end up here.
Yet, knowing all that he knew, and having felt all that he'd felt, as he looked into Blaine's hopeful eyes, Kurt could only think one thing…
Now I find myself wanting to marry you and take you home.
A/N: Sorry for two short introspective chapters in a row. If you want something lighter, I think Drunk!Blaine is still hanging out in Chapter 10 singing "Truly madly deeply dooooo." I'll keep my fingers crossed for a final prompt tomorrow that inspires me to bring it all home with a killer closing number.