Prompt December 8th: Harmony.
Written quickly after a stroke of inspiration, no proof-reading or whatever, just getting it rushed off of my chest while eating breakfast. Sorry!
Spoilers/implicit mentioning of events from episode 5:15
"What?" Kurt finally asks shortly. He can't stand it when Blaine looks at him that way. Oh, Blaine has plenty of looks he enjoys, or even craves. But this one? Ugh, he hates it.
"Nothing," Blaine shakes his head quickly, and tries to look convincing reading the magazine in Kurt's lap. He even scoots closer in his embrace, as if it'll pacify Kurt at this stage.
"Just spit it out, Blaine. You've been looking at me weirdly since page 7. I know you have something to ask, so get it out."
"I…"
Kurt levels him with one of his glares, and Blaine sighs.
"I was just wondering what your worst high school-memory was…"
"Harmony," Kurt shivers instantly. "What on earth made you think about high school?"
"We," Blaine swallows heavily, and Kurt drops the magazine to the floor, and turns more towards his fiancé. "We talked a lot about me after you came out of the hospital, and I started having those nightmares again," he says, emphasizing to avoid being specific. "But we've really never talked about your high school-ghosts after we graduated. And it's not as if you didn't have a lot of shit happening to you, too…"
Kurt can't help the fond smile blooming across his face. Yet a reason why he's so madly in love with Blaine. Kurt may have been the one spending two nights in the hospital, but Blaine truly was the one suffering with the aftermath and some kind of PTSD. Still he has it in him to worry and care so much. He takes Blaine's hand, and brushes a kiss against his knuckles.
"A lot of awful and unfair things happened at McKinley, and it was hellish while it lasted. I was in a terrible place when I came to spy at Dalton, and I didn't realize how much I needed an ally. I needed someone like you," Kurt says tenderly, and cups Blaine's cheek. "But I'm lucky, I came out of it stronger, and I like to think I have a lot of good memories from my high school-career too."
"I like to think we would have met regardless," Blaine whispers, his breath whisking like soft air against Kurt's tender wrist.
"And I wouldn't have minded if we had first met when I was my usual confident, witty and strong self, and not some scared and helpless baby-gay," Kurt shrugs.
"Oh, the sass came out soon enough," Blaine guffaws. "I seem to remember someone talking about my numerous solos in the Blaine and the Pips-show."
"I wasn't wrong," Kurt grins wickedly.
"But you weren't exactly shy and withdrawn either."
"What can I say? You brought it out of me, having such a damn comfortable and safe presence."
"We got some good things out of high school," Blaine sighs contently, and sags further into Kurt's embrace.
"Except Harmony," Kurt groans again. "God, she was grating. The way she made Rachel and I feel after that mixer. I thought I knew ruthless confidence, but she made Rachel seem insecure and Santana soft spoken in comparison. And how she acted after Sectionals at McKinley… She was awful!"
"I like to think society has made such progress that our lesbian daughters never will be bullied for being gay by the time they're in high school. But I guess we can never completely protect them against all the Harmony's out there."
Kurt looks at him dumbly.
"What?" Blaine laughs.
"Honey, first of all, we're still in college, so kids are a long way down the road. Secondly… You do realize we could end up with straight kids?"
"And we will love them just the same," Blaine states swiftly.
"Unless they are Harmony-copies. Then we're putting them up for adoption."
"We'll see," Blaine laughs, and kisses Kurt's temple.
"You know that you're my best high school-memory?" Kurt asks seriously.
"And you are going to be my best retirement memory."
"Sap."
"If we're lucky, I'll be just as demented as in The Notebook, and you'll have to remind me how we met and how I swept you off of your feet, each and every single morning," Blaine grins and nuzzles closer.
"As I said: Sap."