A.N.: Last chapter! And no, I cannot be convinced to continue this story, but I might consider a sequel and/or writing a Niff (or Klaine), fanfiction in the same universe as this story. I guess in the story summary it'd say "ADKOC". But, I've had a ton of fun writing this story, so I hope that everyone else enjoyed it as much as I did! I don't own GLEE, naturally!
Less than a week ago, Kurt Hummel wasn't even quite sure where he truly belonged in the universe. Today, he knew exactly where he was meant to be. For now, he was a Dalton Academy Warbler and (hopefully forever), Blaine Anderson's boyfriend. The two were practically inseparable after being together for only a week and a half. Wes called it the "honeymoon period", but Trent had dreamily called it "true love".
It was an obvious choice as to whom Kurt wanted to believe. But he did suppose that there was truth to the skeptical Asian's snide remark; he did, after all, know much more about relationships than Kurt could ever hope to.
Perhaps there might come a day, the day when "Klaine" breaks apart and never truly comes back together. Destinies change, Kurt realized earlier that year. He had been certain for so long that he would be a McKinley Titan his entire high school life, that he would be part of that wonderful Glee Club that he still thought of as a blended family. Suppose Blaine and Kurt did break up, he was stronger now; they both were.
Kurt wasn't the type to take anything lying down anymore. He wouldn't let anyone, not even the gorgeous Blaine Anderson, quench his fabulous take on life. And if it meant that they might not spend eternity forever (as he had intentionally planned), so be it.
He wasn't spiritual, not in the least bit. Kurt didn't put much value into the belief that there was something beyond an earthly life; and he probably wouldn't admit it, even if he did. But after the outrageous weekend, believing in something beyond one's own comprehension was actually quite comforting. Especially concerning death.
Because, he figured, there was no way that there was nothing else for Nick Duval. Not when Kurt noticed the newest Warbler couple walking through the hallways. It was nice to see Jeff put a protective arm around his new boyfriend, and Nick would only incline himself further into the grip. And, despite what had happened earlier that day (or weekend, for that matter), the two seemed as if nothing in the world could ever bother them. The blonde said something witty, and the brunette could only laugh in response.
It was a couple thing. No matter the joke, stupid or not, it was the other's job to laugh.
Kurt still wasn't sure what his purpose was; he knew that he wanted to be a performer on Broadway (with Rachel, preferably), sure, but what about after that, when his prime had hit and left. He tried to imagine that Blaine would still be there, dark, curly hair and all.
As if on cue, Blaine came over and placed his hand in his boyfriend's, greeting Kurt with a kiss on the nose; he knew how much it annoyed Kurt (that only made it more fun). His attention long gone to something else, Kurt replied with a playful smack to the cheek. The two followed behind Nick and Jeff, heading towards the Warbler's Common Room.
No one wanted to practice; most just wanted a good, old-fashioned snowball fight. But Wes, the ultimate mood killer, demanded a steady practice. The group took a hesitant glance to Nick, who stood up and looked ready to practice.
But then Nick decided to change his mind and sat back down, saying that he'd much rather sit down and relax, as he was pretty exhausted; Jeff couldn't even pretend to keep the smile from sliding across his face.
And, once again, Kurt Hummel's advice proved most useful, as it always seemed to. Then, a stray thought caught the countertenor's attention. Perhaps he was at Dalton, not only to avoid bullying, but maybe to get some couples together. He had, after all, outed David and Wes' relationship, though that really didn't count as too much. Then again, he coaxed Jeff into pursuing after Nick, but any idiot with half a mind would've done the same thing (some people were just meant to be together, after all).
Kurt did have to admit, though, there was no way that he and Blaine could've gotten together if he hadn't transferred to Dalton. The countertenor looked over at his boyfriend, who was arguing the case of an igloo building contest, as opposed to a boring practice; they were out one Warbler, after all.
The strict council member took a heavy sigh and looked to David and Thad for support. The other two looked between each other and broke out into grins. Practice was soon canceled, and the boys began bundling up in their coats and hats and gloves and boots and scarves (Kurt adjusted Blaine's, because he just couldn't get it right sometimes, and one can't have a boyfriend with a frozen neck).
Nick still stuck to his word about feeling ill and pulled on his winter jacket, claiming that he was only going to watch on the steps; Jeff offered to say with him but was soon brushed off. Everyone knew how much Jeff loved the snow, and Nick certainly wasn't about to let his boyfriend give up wonderful building snow for something as trivial as spending time together, merely watching everyone else have so much fun. Kurt, on the other hand, wasn't too keen on snow and pushed Blaine towards the group.
Sitting down beside Nick, Kurt offered a small smile. "So you two are finally together?" the countertenor asked, knowing fully well what the answer would be; he still wanted to hear it, though.
Nick only responded with a sly sort of smirk. "So, you and Blaine look like an old married couple," he noted jokingly, motioning towards the other party; Blaine and Jeff were both talking in secret, each occasionally stealing glances at their respective boyfriends.
The countertenor sighed heavily. "Sometimes, you have to wonder what those two are talking about. Hey, you wanna see some of the texts that New Directions sent me concerning mine and Blaine's relationship?" Nick nodded his head in answer, laughing as Kurt pulled out his cell phone.
The first text was from someone named Mercedes, who said in all seriousness that, should Blaine hurt her boo, she would have to come to that fancy-pants school and knock that curly-headed hobbit a new one; the next was from a girl named Rachel - she said (in perfect spelling and capitalization, quite unlike a normal text message), that she was quite happy for Blaine and Kurt's relationship but would stop at nothing to keep Blaine from ruining Kurt's chances at a wonderful college, should he get in the way.
The strangest one was from Santana, who only said "wanky"; or maybe it was Brittany, a girl that apparently believed that it was dolphin mating season (or something of the sort).
Eventually, the texts appeared to be from males, one from a certain Puck (Nick could only wonder who would name their child that), that said that he was glad that his boy could have something as cool as him. Then one from Finn (of whom Nick was now familiar with), who only gave a text of conjoined phrases and was quite illegible, in reality.
"Does this tell you anything about New Directions?" Kurt asked, chuckling over Finn's message because he apparently understood them. Nick nodded, frowning as he still tried to understand it; he eventually gave up.
The two teens watched their boyfriends attempt (and attempt they did), to build an igloo, but it just seemed to be caving in at the top. Finally, Nick got frustrated and marched over to the two, instructing the wide-eyed boys how to properly make a sturdy igloo. It did manage to succeed before Trent accidentally knocked it over.
And, in this odd sort of family (much more normal than New Directions, because that's where Kurt's heart would always belong), Kurt could only smile to himself. He belonged, if only for a while; but for that while, he thought that he began to feel something like a contented sort of view on life. Sure, they lost Regionals (but as Blaine said, and he really should start listening to Blaine), Kurt had won something much more valuable.
He wasn't quite sure what it was, but he had most certainly won it.
A.N.: The ending wasn't quite what I had expected, but it turned out all right. Like I said, I'm probably going to continue working in this realm of storyline, because I enjoyed the view it made. If anyone wants, I could take requests for random Drabbles. I'd prefer them be one-shots, but chapter stories are okay! I hope you all enjoyed the obnoxious Klaine and Niff that I presented!