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Chapter ten
3rd July 2020
New York had never looked so beautiful.
Lights shone brighter, people laughed louder, rain fell lighter. Everything was happier, lighter, larger.
Kurt Hummel had never been so happy.
He had everything – fame, fortune…but all of that was useless without Blaine. But now he could finally call the older man his own, Kurt really did have everything he'd ever wanted.
The past year had been incredible. Surreal, but incredible. Kurt kept expecting to wake up and realise that everything was a dream. He lived by the ethos that if this was a dream, he was going to make sure he made the most of it.
He and Blaine had been acting like teenagers. They were crazy, grossly, stupidly in love and determined to show everyone who wanted to know. Blaine had given Kurt a new lease of life; his fashion designs had gotten wilder and better and so much more successful. He was teetering on being a millionaire and Blaine wasn't doing badly either; he was now independently releasing his own music. Every song was beautifully written, complimented by of one of the many billions of instruments that Blaine could play.
They were perfect; everything was perfect.
Nothing could bring them down.
"Blaine? I'm home!" Kurt called, shutting the door to their apartment behind him.
Blaine emerged from the bedroom, cordless phone against his ear. He waved at Kurt quickly, smiling before his expression turned curious, listening to whatever was being said on the phone.
"Really? I mean – are you sure? Dad…it's been years."
Kurt's eyes grew wide and Blaine's own settled on him, knowing this was his doing. Kurt had been so desperate to get Blaine back in contact with his parents; he was pining for them, even though the older man didn't even realise it himself. Kurt had left them various messages, claiming that they must have heard of Blaine by now; he was incredibly successful as an acclaimed musician. He'd also mentioned that they might be interested to know that No Home was written about them. He'd urged them to listen to the song, claiming that it was not only beautiful but heart breaking – especially when you realised the subject of the song.
Mr Anderson was still talking down the phone to Blaine. "Okay, Dad…I – I mean, sure. Yeah. See you soon. I – I love you too." Blaine put the phone down, gawping at Kurt.
The younger man shifted on the spot, looking incredibly guilty. "I'm so sorry," Kurt blurted out, "I know I shouldn't have meddled and you'll probably hate me for it, but I had to try – they're your parents, Blaine, and I know how much it kills you every time you see me and my dad together. I know you think I don't see, but I do and I just can't stand it. I just…I had to try," Kurt repeated desperately, praying Blaine would understand.
He needn't have worried. Blaine quickly closed the gap between them, throwing his arms around his partner. "Thank you so much," Blaine breathed, pressing his lips to Kurt's.
The younger man melted into the kiss, throwing his arms around Blaine's neck and pulling them closer together.
"I can't believe you did that for me," Blaine murmured, pressing gentle kisses against Kurt's neck.
"I'd do anything for you, Blaine," Kurt replied, sincerely.
Blaine brought his eyes up to meet Kurt's again. "You're so amazing," he breathed. Staring at the man in front of him, Blaine couldn't believe his luck. Kurt had waited for him. They were finally together and everything was just perfect.
"No more so than you," Kurt reminded him, smiling sweetly. "So, what did your parents say?" He asked, pulling away from Blaine and settling his bag on the kitchen counter.
"Not so fast!" Blaine growled, chasing after Kurt and winding his arms around the younger man's waist again. He clung on like a child, not seeing Kurt's raised eyebrow and eye-roll.
"Honey, are you gunna let go so we can talk like adults?"
"No," Blaine replied, pressing his face into the smooth skin between Kurt's shoulder blades, "don't wan' be an adult." His voice came out muffled and Kurt had to stifle a laugh.
"Oh, so you wanna be a child?"
Blaine nodded.
"Okay, that means I can withhold having sex with you for at least a month – I don't want to be put in jail for paedophilia!" Kurt replied in a sing-song voice, smirking.
Blaine let go instantly. "No!" He cried, indignantly. "I don't mean in that respect! Besides, you totally couldn't last that long."
Kurt scoffed. "Oh, sure. Try me."
"On second thoughts, maybe not. Being an adult's fine." Blaine reconsidered, smiling at Kurt brightly.
"I thought so," Kurt replied, laughing.
"Remember, we're going out tonight!" Blaine reminded him, voice trickling out from the bedroom, into which he'd just disappeared.
Kurt groaned. "Do we have to?" He appreciated the gesture; Blaine was growing more romantic with every passing day and Kurt was touched but work was getting on top of him at the moment. "I'm exhausted."
Blaine was stood by the dresser, a drawer open. In his hand, he clutched the small black box that had been plaguing him for weeks. He flipped it open, caressing the delicate ring with his thumb. "Yeah, Kurt," he called back; pressing the ring that he knew had belonged to Kurt's mother to his lips lightly, "we have to."
"Blaine, we're in Westerville."
"I know, Kurt."
"And we're at Dalton."
"I know, Kurt."
"We're here. Why are we here?"
"Trust me," Blaine whispered in his ear, whipping past Kurt and running into the deserted building. Kurt followed close behind, though he was quick to loose Blaine in the winding corridors. Retracing his footsteps of so many years ago, Kurt found himself drawn to the choir room. Looking around the oh-so-familiar room, he was surprised to see Blaine sitting on a stool in the centre of the room.
"Blaine," Kurt said, voice wavering with nostalgia, "what are you doing?"
"In this room, I saw you for the first time. This room made me who I was. Over the years I've changed – in some good ways, and in some bad. This was the first place I realised you were beautiful. That part of me hasn't changed." Blaine replied, rising from the stool to sit by the piano, resting his fingers on the keys. "This is where I discovered music, and you may think I've lost it – and for a while I thought I did too. But you make me want to sing again. There are so many words to describe you, Kurt. I'm starting to find that songs are the only way." Blaine told him, smiling gently up at the younger man.
"I never want you to forget how much you mean to me," Blaine whispered, "and I really hope you remember this song."
Blaine started to play and Kurt remembered instantly. Those first few bars were unforgettable and Blaine was playing with such precision that it was heart breaking. His mouth opened and Kurt's breath caught in his throat. Blaine's voice always left him speechless.
"You think I'm pretty without any make up on,
You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong,
I know you get me so I let my walls come down, down.
Before you met me, I was a wreck,
But things were kind of heavy; you brought me to life,
Now every February you'll be my valentine, valentine."
Everything in the room stood still. Kurt had crossed the room to stand behind Blaine and he watched, transfixed. He was so overcome with his love for Blaine and contentment that all he could do was watch.
"Let's go all the way tonight,
No regrets; just love,
We can dance until we die,
You and I will be young forever.
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream,
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep,
Let's run away and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back.
My heart stops when you look at me,
Just one touch, now baby I believe,
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back."
Kurt was transported back to that beautiful day in autumn when he first heard Blaine sing this song. The older boy had been showing a new boy around and Kurt had followed them. Blaine had performed this song in the middle of the halls, effectively introducing the new boy to the Warblers. Kurt had prayed with every bar that he sung as the backing-vocals that Blaine would one day play this song to him. His final dream was coming true.
"We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach,
Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets
I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece,
I'm complete.
Let's go all the way tonight,
No regrets; just love,
We can dance until we die,
You and I will be young forever.
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream,
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep,
Let's run away and don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back.
My heart stops when you look at me,
Just one touch, now baby I believe,
This is real, so take a chance,
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back.
Gunna get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans,
Be your teenage dream tonight,
Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans,
Be your teenage dream tonight."
Kurt's heart was all ready to burst. Blaine belted out the last few runs of the chorus effortlessly as Kurt cried silent tears.
"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream,
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep,
Let's run away and don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back.
My heart stops when you look at me,
Just one touch, now baby I believe,
This is real, so take a chance,
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back.
Gunna get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans,
Be your teenage dream tonight,
Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans,
Be your teenage dream tonight."
Blaine's voice stopped and he turned to look up at Kurt. On seeing that he was crying, Kurt was immediately pulled into his boyfriend's arms.
"Babe, what is it?" Blaine asked, soothingly.
"I – I, just, I…" Kurt struggled, hiccupping as he tried to speak, "I just love you so much," he cried, clutching Blaine tighter.
Blaine chuckled slightly, replying, "I love you too, Kurt. But please, don't cry. The night's only just starting…"
"Blaine, this is an alleyway." Kurt said, sceptically, looking down the street that marked his and Blaine's first kiss.
"Yes, Kurt, I am aware." Blaine waited, but Kurt remained silent. "Do you remember which alleyway?" He prompted.
"Nope. No clue. No physical or emotional attachment to this alleyway in the slightest." Seeing the look on Blaine's face, Kurt laughed. "Of course I do, Blaine!"
Blaine breathed out a sigh of relief. "Care for a repeat performance?"
Kurt gave him a sideways look. "Why are you being so romantic? I mean, I appreciate it, I love it. But why? Why now? Why here?"
Blaine tried to keep his cool. "Like I said before, trust me." With that, he pulled Kurt down the alleyway, pushing him against the wall and kissing him deeply. Kurt moaned into the kiss, clutching at Blaine desperately so that their bodies were flush against one another.
Blaine pulled away after a few minutes, though with difficulty. "Wait," he panted, cursing Kurt's unfair ability to reduce him to a puddle of mush in a matter of seconds. "We have other places to go to – we can't."
Kurt nodded, managing to look incredibly innocent for someone who'd just had his tongue shoved down Blaine's throat. "Okay," he replied, pushing off of the wall and skipping down the alleyway out into daylight.
Blaine just stared after him, dumbstruck and trying to hide his growing erection.
"Okay, this is getting ridiculous. You need to tell me what's going on right now. We're at my old apartment." Kurt instructed, folding his arms across his chest and turning to face Blaine, one eyebrow raised.
"Kurt, you need to learn to trust me!" Blaine told him, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the deserted building. "It's been empty for years, I thought we should revisit it," he explained as they pushed the door to Kurt's apartment open.
Dust flew up and they both coughed. Once they had regained the ability to breathe, they ventured into the poky flat. Blaine flipped a few lights on and tugged them through to the room that used to be Kurt's bedroom. Both sets of eyes fell on the bed where they spent their first night together.
"You better not be planning on a repeat performance here, that bed is filthy," Kurt stated, looking at it with distain.
Blaine chuckled softly. "Yeah, but I fell asleep before anything could happen."
"Lightweight," Kurt muttered under his breath, giving his boyfriend a playful nudge.
"I love you," Blaine reminded him, voice not venturing above a whisper.
"I love you too," Kurt replied, smiling lazily. "Now are you going to tell me why we're here?"
"I need you to close your eyes real quick," Blaine told him, dipping his fingers into his pocket and rubbing his thumb across the small box.
Kurt obliged, letting out a breath into the misty air. Blaine slid down onto one knee silently, pulling the box from his pocket. "Okay, open them," he instructed.
Kurt did so, turning his head to look down at Blaine. When he saw his stance, he gasped. "Oh my God, Blaine…"
"Kurt, I love you so much. We were apart for far too long and I know that I could never bear to lose you again. So I'm asking one more thing from you. Never leave me. Seal our relationship with marriage because for me, this is forever. This is all I'll ever want and I want to make it official. I want to hold hands with you walking down the street with a wedding ring on and make old guys sneer at us. I want that because I have you. Why shouldn't I show you off? I once heard that if you're with someone who's too good for you, marry them. Kurt, you're a million times more than I ever hoped for. I want to make you mine permanently. Please say yes." Blaine pleaded, opening the box to reveal the ring to Kurt.
Kurt sucked in a breath, though he was smiling. "Oh, Blaine, is that…"
"Your mothers," Blaine finished for him, "yeah, it is. I – I wanted it to be special and perfect be –" he paused, struggling to get the words out, "because you're perfect." He was painfully aware of the fact that Kurt hadn't answered his question yet.
"Blaine, it's beyond perfect. Of course it's perfect; it's you." Kurt told him, voice wavering with unshed tears.
"Y-you still haven't answered," Blaine reminded him, looking up at his boyfriend with pleading eyes.
Kurt dropped to his knees in front of Blaine, cupping the older man's face between his hands and kissing him gently. Pulling away, he said, "Did you ever doubt that it would be a yes? It's a yes; of course it's a yes." Kurt told him, grinning and chuckling breathlessly as Blaine slipped the engagement ring onto Kurt's finger.
Blaine looked deep into Kurt's eyes. "I love you so much," he vowed, pouring every ounce of sincerity into his voice he could muster.
"I love you too," Kurt replied, barely able to form words through his huge smile, "forever."
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