I was trying to fall asleep last night when plot bunnies started running through my mind for this story. It just keeps reeling me back in. So, I quickly drafted it out and wrote it up. I hope you like it!
Note: I'm still not some kind of sign language guru. I've been using the internet as my primary resource for this story. And, I've been doing my best with getting the signs that are so effortlessly shown in a video into coherent text.
Disclaimer: I only play with the characters that RIB has created.
DAY ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN – August 16, 2011
"Will you come to a theater after party with me?" Kurt idly asked Blaine who was sitting across the island in Blaine's kitchen.
"Are you sure?" Blaine wrote on the back of some junk mail and slid it across the island.
"I'm sure." Kurt wrote back with a grin that was instantly matched by a smile of Blaine's.
"Last chance to back out." Blaine scrawled, before sending the piece of junk mail sailing across the smooth countertop of the island.
Kurt shook his head in a 'no' expression, before walking around the island till he was flush against Blaine. He tucked his head into the crook of Blaine's neck, peppering a few kisses in a sloppy trail up to Blaine's mouth.
"I love you," Kurt said, pulling his face far enough away for Blaine to read his lips.
Blaine quickly signed 'me too', before pressing his face back up against Kurt's.
DAY TWO HUNDRED SIXTEEN – November 17, 2011
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, noticing the way that Blaine was nervously flitting about the island in his apartment after a nice dinner of Chinese takeout.
Blaine earnestly nodded 'yes', before drumming his fingers on the island. Kurt walked over to Blaine, placing his hand over the shaking one.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist.
Blaine licked his lips before pinning Kurt against the island, so he could write a message behind Kurt's back. He wasn't letting squirming Kurt see what he was writing until he was ready.
"Will you move in with me? It's just... a lot of your stuff is already here."
Kurt smiled, reveling in the feeling of Blaine standing flush behind him with no more than air separating them. He leaned back the slightest bit into Blaine, who was still trembling with slight nerves.
"I would love to." Kurt hastily wrote, before turning in the circle of Blaine's arm to press his smiling lips against Blaine's.
DAY THREE HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE – April 24, 2012
Kurt was idly watching TV, waiting for Blaine to get back since he decided to check the mailbox in the lobby because he was waiting for a care package from his mom. Kurt heard the apartment door open behind him, along with a scuffling pair of feet. He was about to get up when a magazine was dropped in his lap.
"What?" Kurt asked, turning around on the couch to face where Blaine stomped off to.
Blaine angrily signed 'read' before turning himself back to the stack of mail in front of him.
Kurt glanced to the magazine cover, which had an article sneak peak on the cover with the headline of 'Who was Kurt Hummel spotted with this weekend?' Kurt instantly flipped to the featured page with the article.
"It's not true," Kurt exasperatedly said, leaving the TV playing behind him as he walked over to where Blaine was sorting mail.
The article insinuated that Kurt was dating a coworker from his show because they were looking awfully cozy together at a restaurant. It must have been some awesome angle, Kurt deduced, because the image was free of Rachel Berry, the new cast member from Kurt's high school, who clung to him the entire night.
"It's not true," Kurt tried again, resting his hand on Blaine's, who drew his hand away from Kurt's as fast as a mousetrap snaps.
Kurt sighed, picking up a pen and writing in the margins around the article that started all of this.
"It's Caleb. You know Caleb. You met him at the after party back in August. He got a haircut, but it's Caleb. He's a womanizer and you know this. I would never cheat on you. The paparazzi just needed an article to run. I promise."
Kurt spun the magazine around, so Blaine could read it right side up. Kurt watched Blaine's eyes work their way over the indents that Kurt's script had dug in the paper. When Blaine looked up, he saw Kurt's vulnerable expression and glassy eyes, paired with him signing 'I promise' on a loop.
Blaine swiftly signed 'come here', as a saddened Kurt made his way around the counter, Blaine signed 'I'm sorry' with the unsaid words being 'for assuming that it was all true'.
Kurt fit perfectly into Blaine's arms, which held him tighter than they ever had.
DAY NINE HUNDRED EIGHT-ONE – December 31, 2013
"That's a wrap!" The director called as Kurt dramatically collapsed onto the stage surrounded by a few of his friends, including Rachel Berry his best diva friend from Lima. Rehearsal had lasted longer than normal, and he just wanted to be curled up next to Blaine, since it was the last day of the year.
"Before you go..." Rachel curiously drifted off, digging around in her bag for something. Kurt watched her eyes light up as she pulled a folded paper from her bag, "Here, Kurt. Have a nice night. See you tomorrow."
Kurt furrowed her brow as she nearly skipped off akin to her bubbly high school self. He unfolded the paper that was shoved into his hands just mere minutes ago.
"Dear Kurt,
You're at the theater right now. I hope rehearsal hasn't beaten you too much. Did you know it's been 981 days since you asked to borrow my pen? Well, you do now. Meet me on our bench.
XOXO, Blaine."
Kurt smiled, running from the theater to hail a taxi. It took him longer than normal to get a taxi, but he couldn't be bothered because Blaine had a surprise. It took all of effort to not physically bounce during the entire taxi ride to Central Park. He paid the fare for the lift. It took even more effort than he had in him to not go sprinting off to the bench.
His messenger bag slapped against his leg as he ran, constantly wishing that he had done some kind of sport when he was younger because he would have been to Blaine by now. Actually, Blaine wasn't even on their bench. Instead, Kurt found Brittany, who he hadn't seen since his high school graduation.
"Hi Kurt," Brittany said, with a sly smile, as Kurt sat next to her on the bench.
"Fancy seeing you here," Kurt said, leaning back. It would only be a matter of minutes before Blaine would be here for whatever surprise that he had set up.
"I didn't dress fancy today," Brittany slowly said, examining her outfit. Kurt stifled a giggle as Santana Lopez was walking over to the bench balancing three Styrofoam cups.
"I just got hot chocolate," Santana said, giving a cup to Kurt and Brittany, "If you don't like it, you can hop off."
"Thank you, Santana," Kurt said, trying not to jump into questioning them with why they were here.
"I've got something for you, Hummel," Santana said, reaching in her peacoat pocket, before pulling out a scrap of paper. She handed it to Kurt, before twining her fingers with Brittany's, "Come on, Brits."
"Happy new year, Kurt," Brittany happily said, waving over her shoulder, before snuggling up next to Santana.
Kurt unfolded the paper with his free hand, as he sipped at his hot chocolate to keep him from getting frostbitten from the chilly December air.
"Dear Kurt,
I see you've found Santana and Brittany at our bench. I'm not meeting you there. Go to the place of our first official date. Maybe I'll be there. ;)
XOXO, Blaine"
It took Kurt a few moments to register where their first official date had been, before remembering that little café by Blaine apartment. They were both nervous because it was given the title of a date, even though they had been to the café before. It was all date-induced nerves.
Kurt sniffled from the cold air, before deciding it would be warmer to hail a cab. If it was nicer out, he could have easily walked. But, the cab fare wasn't too high for the short drive. And, it was much more pleasant than freezing a limb off from walking outside. He wasn't entirely sure that he could rock the amputee look.
"Evening Kurt," The regular barista who served Kurt and Blaine was wiping down a table, "It's on the back table."
"Thanks," Kurt said, flushing from head to toe as he walked to the back table. He picked up the envelope, and brashly undid the glued seal.
"Dear Kurt,
Since I'm not at the café, why don't you just come home? I promise to be waiting for you when the ball drops. Tick tock, tick tock.
XOXO, Blaine."
Kurt couldn't help from smiling like an idiot at the message as his stomach twisted in the most delicious way. It was just like when he had a typical schoolboy crush on the football captain. It made him positively giddy.
"Have a nice new year," The barista called out, as Kurt dashed out of the little café. It was a decent two block run, but it seemed more efficient than a cab. However, it wasn't exactly comfortable conditions for him to practice running in.
His breath was puffing out clouds of white by the time he reached the apartment complex lobby. He slowed to a fast walk to get to the elevators. He agitatedly pressed the up arrow until the elevator arrived. He got in, pressed his floor, and patiently – or as patiently as he could conjure up – waited for the doors to close.
Kurt checked his phone for the time; there were exactly six minutes till the ball dropped. He was praying that nobody wanted to get into the elevator to mess up his straight shoot to his floor. And, he was pleased when nobody did.
On the short walk to the apartment door, he fished his keys from his messenger bag. He took in a deep breath to calm himself before opening the door. He was expecting something lavish, or at least to see Blaine. Instead, his apartment looked still and dark. He flicked on the light. The TV screen had a post it stuck to it.
"Press play." It commanded. Kurt turned on the TV and pressed play before settling into the soft material of the couch. Blaine's figure formed as the DVD player started whirring with the video spinning around.
"Hi Kurt," Blaine held up a piece of poster board with the words written on them, "I know I told you that I'd be here. And, I am. But, don't go looking for me. You'll ruin it all.
"I just wanted to take this time to remind you that I love you. It's the day before a new year. A year that I intend to spend with you.
"I just needed to prove this to myself that I can do something useful in this relationship.
"Turn around."
The video cut to black, as Kurt anxiously turned in his seat. He was met with the sight of Blaine fidgeting by the island with a poster board akin to the one from his video was propped up with a clear message, "Turn me around."
Kurt walked over to the poster board, catching Blaine's anxious glance. Kurt flipped the poster board, as Blaine dropped to one knee.
"Will you marry me?" was written in Blaine's print on the back of the poster board. Kurt gasped, looking over to where Blaine was kneeling, holding out a little velvet box. It was then that the clock starting with its chime for the top of the hour.
Kurt smartly signed 'of course', before tackling Blaine to the ground. They were both laughing as Blaine slipped the ring on Kurt's finger, as Kurt followed in suit with the ring Blaine had gotten for himself to match Kurt's.
The clock stopped dinging, alerting the two men that were sprawled on the floor that it was indeed a brand new year. Kurt contorted his hand into the 'I love you' sign, before pressing his lips against Blaine's. It was going to be a good year.
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