I know i know... i should have had this up last night. I finished it yesterday, but then i didn't have time to put it up! Please don't be too mad at me... :d Well, here it is... Last Chapter ya'll! Enjoy!
I opened my eyes immediately, feeling like I was having a panic attack. I sat straight up in the bed and tried to breathe normal, but it didn't work. I clutched at my chest, and let out a silent sob that followed tears. Just then I felt a hand on my back. I turned to my right and there he was. Sitting up in the bed beside me.
"Hey," he said softly with concern. He brushed a curl away from my damp forehead. "What's wrong?"
I only looked at him. It was so real. Like he was actually here, and not dead. I brought my hand up to his cheek and cradled it. He leaned into the gesture, closed his eyes and smiled.
That smile, how I miss that smile.
"So how long do you have this time?" I asked, worried that it would be just as short as last time.
He opened his eyes quickly, looking at me confused. "What do you mean?"
I stared at him blankly. "Last time you came to tell me something you had a time limit. I- I thought that was the last time I was going to see you." I said, tears still flowing down my cheeks.
Kurt brought his hand up to my cheek and softly wiped away the tears with his thumb. This hurt too much. I couldn't stand being away from this. Not being able to share in these personal, intimate moments.
"Blaine, I was here the whole night. Remember? We discussed this. Last night we talked about sectionals, and how the Warblers won their sectionals, and how I was afraid of competing with Sebastian, because we all know how I feel about him. We were planning on going to coffee today. Don't you remember?"
I tried to think back. The only thing I remembered about last night was being in pain from being raped over and over, and putting the blade to my throat. I dismissed the thoughts that were racing through my mind. I didn't bother to tell Kurt what I had done, because I knew he would be upset. All I did was nod in response to the question, lying. He knelt in so our foreheads made soft contact. He smiled again, and leaned in closer to kiss me.
I closed my eyes. How to start?
"Kurt, there is a moment, when you say to yourself, 'oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever.'" I shifted in my seat slightly and brought my hand up to cover his. I could feel him stiffen, but then relax again. I let out a sigh. "Watching you do 'Blackbird' this week, was that moment for me-"another breath, "about you." What more was there to say? I started to say something but the words didn't form right in my mouth. This only goes to prove I am not in any way a romantic. "You move me, Kurt. And this duet would just be an excuse for me to spend more time with you."
We sat there in a semi- awkward silence. He looked stunned, but I couldn't tell if that was good or bad. I debated on what to do next, and I just followed my heart.
I slowly got up and leaned forward until our lips met.
Fireworks.
I could feel him once again stiffen but relax into the touch before bringing his hand up to put against my cheek.
That kiss just gave me more reason to the fact that we were destined to be together.
He pulled away and I gave out a small groan.
"We have to get going if we want to be able to meet up with Rachel and Finn at five for a movie." He said, glancing at the clock. It was already ten. I let my head fall, and gave in.
I looked around for my clothes, when I realized that something was different. I looked around the room for the first time. There was not wood floors, no May pole painting above the bed. There was my own bed, in my own room,with mu own brown walls and dresser. I looked at my clothes to see they were actually modern day. I rubbed my eyes, trying to figure out what happened. This was all just a dream. I heard Kurt's feet against the floor coming toward me, and felt a hand on the small of my back.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he put his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I don't know." I responded truthfully.
He pulled away and made my body turn towards him, looking at me in the eyes, searching to the depths of my soul.
"What's the matter?" He asked, demanding an answer, concern rising in his voice.
I shook my head. "I'll explain everything to you at The Lima Bean."
We drove to our favorite date place and I ordered while he grabbed a table for us. As I received my drinks, I turned to search for where Kurt had sat, and I froze. The table he sat at was the one we sat at a week ago today. Unless of course my days were thrown off when I was in the house, which was very much a possibility. But no doubt about it, this table was the very same one we sat at. I started towards him again and stopped suddenly. Everything washed over me, like I was drowning. That day came into mind. I looked down to see that I was wearing the same outfit as that day. I looked at Kurt, to see he was wearing the same clothing.
Must be a coincidence, I thought to myself.
I continued on and set his Grande non- fat mocha in front of him, and sat at the other end of the small table.
He looked at me, begging me with his eyes to tell him what was wrong. I sighed and gripped my coffee with both hands on the table and let my head fall as tears gathered in my eyes. I felt a soft hand on mine, gripping it, and giving it a tight squeeze.
I looked up to see the pain in his eyes. I could tell that seeing me like this was as bad for him as it was for me. I sighed again and started from the beginning. The coffee date, him storming out, driving away at an incredibly fast speed, the crash, the hospital, my bedroom. Everything until I got to the part about me meeting for coffee with Sebastian. He didn't need to know that part. I continued to the forest, and The Town, everything. As I stopped, I saw the tears in his eyes, through my blurry vision. He only gripped my hands tighter.
"Kurt, I can't believe you don't remember. You died. You're dead." My voice cracked as I said the last word.
"Blaine, I can very much assure you, I am not dead. I am very much alive. It must have been some sort of horrible, messed up dream."
I looked up confused. I didn't know how, but I realized, it must have been a dream. No a nightmare. Everything just clicked together, how I had woken up gasping for air in my own bed with him lying next to me. The fact I was wearing my own clothes. I wiped my eyes and gave him a smile. But before I let it go I needed to just make double sure.
"What day is it today?"I asked, letting my smile fade a bit.
"It's Tuesday, December 6th." He said, looking worried again.
I smiled and gave out a small sigh in relief. It was just a big nightmare. He also let out a laugh.
"You really scared me for a moment, you know that?" Kurt said, still giving out soft chuckles here and there. Just than a familiar figure stood beside me.
Crap.
"Hey guys", Sebastian said as he began to sit in a vacant chair at our table.
"I'm just sitting over there", he continued, "checking out this guy, and all of the sudden I'm like 'wait a second, I know that hair!' What's up buddy? I haven't seen you online."
I sat back in horror, my eyes wide. He only gave me a weird look. "Hi Kurt." He said breaking our gaze. I suddenly slid back my chair and got up quickly, mumbling something about getting another coffee. I raced away into the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I looked in the mirror for a few minutes, trying to gather my thoughts, before wiping my face with a towel and going to get another coffee. This was a trip.
As I returned, Kurt was giving his bitch smile. The smile that said "get out of my face and I won't hurt you".
We sat there, me and Sebastian talking about something. I wasn't really paying attention. I kept glancing at Kurt who looked beyond hurt. He looked more broken than earlier when I explained to him what happened in my nightmare. As I tried listening to the conversation, I again stared, horrified.
Déjà vu. This had all happened before. I knew it had. It was the same conversation about how they were talking about the next time when they were going out drinking and all this other crap. As he got up and left, I looked at Kurt. He was only staring at his coffee cup, hands linked on the table. I reached out to hold them, to comfort him, but he only pulled away.
He stood up and gathered his things.
"Kurt? Where are you going?" I asked, worried.
"I need to think." He said. There was anger in his voice that I hadn't heard before.
"Kurt? What exactly did you and Sebastian talk about?" I asked back. He looked into my eyes and the anger melted away for a brief second, and came upon him once again. He waited for a few seconds, wanting to say something, but instead turned and hurried out the door. I gathered my things and followed him out. I caught up to him and reached my arm out to grab his.
"Please. Talk to me." I said with desperation in my voice. I couldn't stand the thought of losing him again.
"I- I can't" He said pulling away. I ran to catch up with him once more and grabbed him by the shoulders turning him around to face me. There were tears in his eyes. I fought back the tears forming in my own and looked straight into those piercing blue ones.
"Kurt, tell me. What did you and Sebastian talk about?" I said with no hesitation.
He sighed and pulled me into and embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around my shoulders. I returned the gesture, placing my arms around his waist. He pulled back reluctantly, and sat on the bumper of his car, motioning for me to do the same.
He sighed and closed his eyes. "Blaine?" he asked taking my hand in his own, playing with our hands.
"Yes?" I said, willing to do anything for the boy who sat beside me.
"Do you truly love me?" He asked reluctantly.
"Yes, Kurt. With everything I am. I love you so much." I said, bringing my hands up to cup his face, forcing me to look in my eyes. "I love you, Kurt. And nothing you ever do, or anything I ever do, will change that."
He let out a slow shaky breath. "You are too good for me Blaine. Why would you choose someone like me, when you could have anyone like Sebastian?"
I brought my hands back down to grip his, and put them over my heart, letting him feel the gentle beat. "As long as this is still beating, you will always have my heart. No one can replace you, ever. You are perfect"
He looked at me, hopeful, less broken than before. He leaned in and kissed my lips, slowly and with a passion that I could not explain. After a few minutes, we broke a part, gasping for air. He then took one of my hands in his and brought it to his chest for me to feel his own beat.
"As long as you will love me, as long as this heart beats on, as long as I keep breathing, I will love you. And only you."
We looked at each other, both of us feeling each other's heartbeat get faster and faster with every passing moment. I brought my head in closer so our foreheads met, and I looked him in his eyes once more.
I whispered softly so no one but him could hear me. So we could share this moment between only us, and that no one would stop us. I smiled. "You, Kurt, are everything to me."
O.K. That's it. I know, super cheesy ending, but I actually kind of like it. I hope you guys do too and are very pleased at how it ended. Please review and let me know if this was waaaayyyy too cheesy for you. Or, let me know if you loved it. Either way, review… and if you loved it, tell your friends!
Thank you for choosing to sit and read my crazy, twisted story. I really hope you did enjoy it. Thank you for everything. :D