Just Like the Movies
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters.
A/N: This one delves a little more into the more angsty side of Kurt's emotions, but stick with me, there's fluff at the end. Once again thanks to Dawnwhisper for being awesome as usual.
Summary: All Kurt wanted was for everything to go exactly as he imagined for once. Was that too hard to ask?
All Kurt wanted was for something to actually go right for once. Exactly as planned without any mishaps or anything blowing up or catching fire.
He'd stayed in the kitchen all afternoon cooking up a storm; searching up every known cook book available for what? To get spaghetti sauce and meatballs all over his dad's recently purchased white rug.
It had started out when he and Blaine were cuddling on the couch watching old Disney classics. Lady and the Tramp was a favorite of Blaine's and so Kurt had offered to put it on. Of course, Kurt did very little watching of the actual television, opting instead to stare at Blaine throughout the film. Kurt loved the way Blaine's face would follow the emotions of the movie; a frown creasing in the close calls, laughing quietly in the humorous moments. Kurt noticed the way he'd tense and squeeze Kurt closer to him when an intense moment came on the screen and the little twinkle in Blaine's eye when he got to his favorite parts. Most of all, Kurt noticed the barely hidden glances Blaine made his way when a romantic scene rolled on screen.
One scene in particular caught his attention; the one with the spaghetti. Blaine clearly adored that moment. He could tell by the way Blaine's eyes lit up like he knew everything off by heart and by the sad twinge to his face that made Kurt's chest clench. Blaine probably had watched that movie a thousand times thinking he'd never get to share such an intimate moment.
Kurt wanted to change that.
But yet again, everything fell apart at the seams.
It wasn't like it was Blaine's fault though (for once). Or anyone's for that matter. It was just that infamous bad luck that seemed to follow Kurt and Blaine lately.
Everything seemed to be going so well when Kurt plopped the freshly prepared, slaved over meal in front of his adequately puzzled boyfriend with a flourish. He'd been so prepared; he prepped his iPod to play romantic Lady and the Tramp-esque on repeat, gotten a checkered red and white tablecloth, and even timed the evening perfectly enough that both him and Blaine had the whole evening alone. But no matter how hard he planned or scheduled for upset, Murphy's Law still managed to weasel its way in.
He had even begun to relax and enjoy everything by the time he and Blaine had gotten to the 'not-so-accidental' spaghetti induced lip-contact. Blaine by this point had at least figured out what Kurt was planning, and so he wasn't so surprised when Kurt initiated the scene. What did surprise him however was when the table leg had decided it would retire at that exact moment and fling both the boys and the food flying all across the room; spaghetti, meatballs and all.
Kurt should have expected it. He didn't know exactly how, but he felt like somehow he should have added 'check table leg security' to his To Do list.
This type of thinking was the main cause for why he was now sitting outside on the balcony, moping, as Blaine attempted to fix the mess inside.
From the clanging coming from the kitchen, Kurt would hazard a guess that it wasn't going so well.
He slumped down lower, burying his head in his knees. Why can't things just go right for once? A slight stinging was building behind his eyes. All I wanted was to show Blaine that he's not alone anymore. That he doesn't have to feel that he can't be those couples on TV. A couple tears squeezed their way down his cheeks, Kurt's shoulders heaving with the effort to keep the rest in. Why can't we have what those other couples have? We deserve a happy ending too.
Kurt was so wrapped up in his misery; he didn't hear the clanging stop or the soft click of the door as Blaine padded his way towards him until he felt his hand lightly tap his shoulder.
"Hey… Look at me Kurt." Blaine's finger gently lifted Kurt's chin until his red puffy eyes finally met Blaine's own. "It's not so bad, okay? Don't cry…. I got most of the stains out of the carpet and cleaned up the rest. Please don't cry…" He wiped a stray tear off Kurt's chin and softly kissed his tear streaked cheek. "Listen… I'm…. I'll fix this, okay? I'll cook you up a big plate of noodles and meatballs, all the sauce you want." Kurt gave a weak chuckle at this, unable to help the wavering of his mouth and the tears that still managed to leak past.
Blaine choked suddenly, "I'm… I'm sorry, Kurt. I know you really wanted this to go perfectly, but if it helps we can try again some other time and I promise I won't screw it up and you can run through any of those romantic scenes you want, heck, I'll even try to grow fish fins so we can do a 'Little Mermaid' run through… I just…. I want you to know that I'll be here for you." His voice cracked a little, a sound that shocked Kurt. "I'm so sorry I always screw this stuff up. I've… I don't know how to do this properly and I'm trying to learn but… I…" Kurt gasped a little, noticing the way Blaine's eyes were watering, a look of extreme guilt swimming behind them.
"I'm trying Kurt, I promise I am. And I want so desperately for you to feel like all those other fantastically wonderful couples… but…." Kurt blinked, suddenly realizing what Blaine was telling him.
"Blaine… you…. You think I was doing this f-for…" For myself? "And you… you think this is your fault?" You think I'm mad at you? Oh Blaine….
Blaine stuttered, "W-well… I mean… I always mess up your plans and… And I saw how you looked in Lady and the Tramp…. I know you want us to... to have that-" Kurt held up a hand to silence him.
"Blaine, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at…." He gestured at the room that still half lay in shambles. "This. Our incredibly bad luck. How could I ever be mad at you?" He punched Blaine lightly in the arm. "I thought you were the one who wanted that romantic moment… I saw how you looked so... resigned. And I wanted you to know you didn't have to give up hope. That we could be that." He sighed.
They were quiet for a moment, looking up at the night sky. Kurt felt Blaine's eyes on him, and noticed his gaze held a sort of intensity he'd never seen before. Heat rose to his face and he ran a hand a hand through his hair nervously. "What? Is there something on my face?" Blaine smiled warmly.
"I've never had anyone care so much about me…" He admitted. "I guess that's why I always loved Disney so much as a kid; the princess always gets her prince and there's always the happy ending." His palm rested on top of Kurt's and he squeezed almost reflexively. "Kurt… that look you saw during that movie…. That wasn't me hoping we could have something, it was me knowing I already did. It was me realizing that I finally had someone in my life who was caring, and sensitive and well... you. Kurt, I…. I love you. And that's better than any cartoon romance or story book in my mind."
Kurt felt like soaring; like he was full of pixie dust and his heart would just sprout wings and fly off. "I love you too, Blaine." He whispered, not for Blaine because Blaine already knew by the look in his eyes, but just so he could make it real. So he could pin down the multitude of emotions flitting around in his heart and make it concrete.
Stars twinkled happily in the night skies, the streets were quiet and calm; but for Kurt, he couldn't have cared if it had been monsoon season in the middle of a riot. Blaine loved him, and that was better than any corny romance movie could ever dream of.
Kurt fell asleep that night wrapped up in the arms of his 'Prince Charming' grinning from ear to ear, not dreaming of anything but sweet nothings and spaghetti sauce.
Kiss my ass Hollywood.