A/N: Here is part 3. This is going to be the last part. The song in this chapter is obviously Come What May, but I'm using it differently than it will be used in 4x15. I would love to keep writing this, but what was originally supposed to be a one-shot became 3 parts long, so I decided to end it here. Right now, I'm working on outlining a new Klaine (completely au) multi-chapter fic. It's still in the beginning stages, and with my busy school schedule, I don't know when I'll be able to start writing and posting. I'll probably keep posting regular one-shots or short fics like this one in the meantime.
A few weeks had passed since the wedding, and the New Directions were preparing for Regionals with a little friendly competition. The boys and girls were instructed to divide and compose a mash-up comprised of songs featured in movies. The entirety of the club seemed intrigued and delighted at the idea, especially since the winning group would have the opportunity to perform their number for Regionals.
The boys were scattered around the choir room after school enthusiastically brainstorming song ideas. Sam seemed passionate about paying tribute to some of the high lights of Tom Cruise's career, adamantly expressing that there was no way they could lose while donning full on Risky Business attire. He dismissed Artie's snarky comment about how he only wanted another excuse to take the majority of his clothes off because the rest of the boys seemed excited about the idea.
That is except for Blaine, who remained catatonic in the back of the choir room. He sat hunched back in a chair, his arms folded and his face expressionless, all while the boys fervently discussed how they were going to destroy the girls this week. Blaine's motivation for this week was shot, and his mind was preoccupied with thoughts related to Kurt's tempestuous behavior at the wedding.
They had sex—amazing sex for that matter—but Kurt still chose Adam. It had been three weeks since Kurt had left Blaine naked and heartbroken in that hotel room, and Blaine had failed to hear from Kurt since except for a few ambiguous text messages here and there. He could not comprehend if Kurt wanted to be friends or if he just wanted to be left alone.
Somewhere amidst all the chatting, Blaine heard someone slump in the chair next to him. "Dude, what's wrong?" Sam asked; he must have realized Blaine's lack of involvement and came to cheer him up.
Blaine remained silent, his vision focusing on the wall straight head. Despite Kurt's words from the hotel room running on a loop in his head, he noticed that the subject had changed. Jake was uttering something about "Marley" and "acting weird" and "hotel room," while Ryder was offering up excuses, defending her behavior. Blaine picked up on a nervous tone in Ryder's voice that he wondered about. He was only shaken fully back to reality when Sam spoke again. "You can't still be upset over Kurt dating that guy, can you?"
Blaine retort was terse, his eyes not yet meeting Sam's. "You don't know the half of it."
"Come on, Man, I'm worried about you." Sam shifted in his chair so his body was facing Blaine. "You told me that you and Kurt were okay with doing the whole friends thing. I thought things were good between you two."
"Yeah, well that was before he shoved his new boyfriend in my face, and then proceeded shove his dick up my ass on the same day, only to go back to said boyfriend," Blaine blurted out without thinking. Sam gaped at him, and the other boys turned around to see what all the commotion was about. "Oh, God." At the sight of everybody's eyes on him, Blaine turned red and ducked his head sheepishly.
It took a few moments for Sam to process Blaine's words. He spoke slowly. "Wait. So, you and Kurt…" He leaned towards Blaine, urging the boy to take the floor before he was forced to finish that sentence.
Blaine lifted his head up and let his eyes drift over all the boys, who continued to remain surprisingly silent, much to Blaine's chagrin. "Wow. I really don't want to talk to you guys about this, but yes, okay. Kurt and I slept together at Mr. Schuester's wedding."
The boys started cautiously but incessantly bombarding Blaine with questions or inappropriate comments; none of them seeming to know how to properly broach the topic of gay sex. Jake suddenly drew the attention off Blaine when he interjected. "I knew it!"
Blaine peered over Sam to look at Jake. "What do you mean by that?"
Everyone's eyes now rested on Jake. "Marley and I got a hotel room that night too, and since we didn't actually do anything, we could kind of hear everything that was going on in the room next door. And based on the noises we heard, we just assumed it was you and Kurt, but we got out of there before we could find out for sure. If you've been wondering why Marley hasn't been able to look you in the eye lately, that's why."
Blaine's embarrassment had increased tenfold at Jake's confession. "Oh my God. Wow. Well, uh, tell Marley I'm sorry. I guess we, uh, should have taken into account how thin the walls probably were."
"Dude, it wasn't the walls." Jake reached over and clapped Blaine on the back. "You and Kurt. Both screamers." Blaine pulled his knees up to his chest to give his face a more sufficient hiding place. He could still feel every eye in the choir room on him, probably judging him or still trying to comprehend exactly how Blaine and Kurt "get together." Either way, he had made up his mind that he was no longer going to discuss his sex life with any of the guys in glee club.
Though Blaine had made up his mind, Sam hadn't. He cornered Blaine as soon as the rest of the boys had dispersed and headed on home.
Blaine adjusted the strap on his bag to rest more securely on his shoulder as he attempted to veer around Sam. "Okay, Sam, seriously what do you want? I'm done talking about this."
Sam folded his arms in protest. "Well, it's obvious that you need to talk about it, so I'm going to stand here until you do."
"It's just all so confusing," Blaine sighed. "He tells me he wants things to work with Adam, and then he's kissing me and telling me he's unsure about his feelings. I used to know everything about Kurt, but now I don't know how his mind works anymore. He told me that he had sex with me to I guess prove to himself that he wasn't making a mistake with Adam."
"Ouch," Sam said.
"I think that he's afraid that if we go back into this long distance relationship I'm going to cheat on him again." Blaine sounded disgusted by what he was saying. He could not even imagine himself thinking about doing that to Kurt again.
Sam nods. "That makes sense." Blaine looks at his friend in disbelief. "You hurt Kurt, so obviously he's scared about getting back together with you. He doesn't want to have to worry about wondering where you are every time you don't answer his calls or wondering who you're texting under the table when you guys do get to see each other."
"How am I supposed to get him to trust me again?" Blaine asked, helpless.
Sam hesitated, wanting more than anything to say the right thing. "I think that you have to wait for Kurt to figure it out for himself. As hard as it may be, I think you need to wait for him to come to you." Sam firmly patted Blaine's shoulder before departing.
Blaine's watched Sam leave before sighing. "Yeah, right. He's not going to come to me."
"Just give me a couple minutes, and then we can be out of here," Adam called from the bathroom of his New York apartment. Kurt was lying on Adam's bed with his head resting against the headboard, silently flipping through some of the magazines strewn about Adam's comforter.
Adam, showered and well dressed, emerged from the bathroom and beamed at Kurt. His demeanor faltered slightly when Kurt didn't move or even look up to acknowledge the fact that Adam had returned. Adam lightly bounced on the end of his bed and squeezed Kurt's foot gently. "Hey, we're going to be late. You ready?"
"Huh?" Kurt finally tore his face away from the magazine to glance at Adam. He seemed befuddled, unsure of where he was, and absolutely exhausted.
The playful smile on Adam's face disappeared when he took in Kurt's dazed countenance. "Everything okay, Kurt?"
Kurt shook his head to force himself out of his trance-like state. "Yeah. Uh, I'm just not feeling too well. I've got a bit of a headache. Spending too many hours studying up on the latest trends, I guess." He waved the magazine that he was holding, inducing a chuckle out of Adam.
Adam slid up his bed until he was juxtaposed with Kurt. Their shoulders slightly grazed as Adam adjusted his position; Kurt shuddered at the contact. "Well, we don't have to go anywhere. We can stay right here if you want." Kurt smiled at the sentiment.
"But we've had these ticket for weeks." Kurt pouted, turning his body towards Adam. "You should go. Ask someone else to use my ticket."
"And leave you here all alone while you're not feeling well? I don't think so." Adam attempted to maintain his cheerful façade, but he could no longer condone Kurt's erratic behavior. "Are you sure everything's okay? You've just been acting weird since the wedding. When you got back you told me that everything was cool."
Grinning and leaning toward Adam, Kurt assured the older boy, "I'm fine, really. I'm here with you, and I couldn't be happier." He ignored Adam's incredulous expression and offered him further reassurance by brushing his lips lightly against Adam's cheek.
Adam seemed to appreciate the gesture, shooting Kurt a sly smile. "Is that the best you can do?" Kurt did not resist when Adam scooted closer and grasped the back of Kurt's neck, bringing their lips together. They moved their lips around one another's chastely for a few seconds before Adam gradually pulled away to drink in Kurt's features.
Kurt's expression was distant and unreadable. After studying Adam for a couple seconds, he sat up completely and swung his legs around to hang over the side of the bed.
Confused and slightly hurt, Adam sat up and placed a firm hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Kurt, you're starting to worry me. Please tell me that I shouldn't be worried." He was surprised when Kurt turned around and his eyes were glistening with fresh tears.
The door to the loft slammed shut as Kurt plodded in, his head drooping. Rachel heard the commotion and bustled out of the bathroom like she was expecting someone to find Kurt dropping heavily on the sofa. "Kurt, wh-?" Her eyes flickered from the door to Kurt. "I thought you and Adam were going out tonight."
As Kurt looked up at Rachel, his eyes red from crying, his roommate joined him on the couch, nervously working a section of her hair between her thumb and index finger. Kurt had noticed Rachel acting a little off lately, despite the fact that her and Brody were having unknown issues, but he knew that if he were to ask, they would be here all night. Now, it was her turn to listen.
After a brief hesitation, Kurt took a deep breath in and spoke slowly. "Well, Adam and I were supposed to go out tonight, but I wasn't really feeling well, so we were just going to stay in. But then he kissed me, and I freaked out."
That last comment provoked Rachel to give Kurt her full attention. "What do you mean you freaked out? You and Adam have kissed before."
"W-well, i-it's just that," Kurt stuttered attempting to find the right words to say.
"It's because of Blaine, isn't it?"
Kurt fell silent, and his eyes found Rachel whose expression was genuine and full of concern. "Before the wedding, things were fine, you know. Blaine and I were getting along great, and I thought I had something good with Adam. But something happened. Since I got back from Ohio, every time I've kissed Adam, I've just felt nothing." He seemed guilty at his confession.
When Rachel didn't respond, Kurt continued. "I thought this was the life I wanted. I thought this was what I needed, but I realize now that it's not. I don't get butterflies in my stomach every time Adam says my name. My heart doesn't stop every time Adam looks at me. My body doesn't tingle from head to toe every time Adam kisses me. Even though we dated for a year a half, I still felt like every day I saw Blaine was the first time. Every kiss felt the like the first kiss. I would still blush like an idiot every time he told me I looked good. I've never felt that way with Adam, and I don't think I'm ever going to."
At Kurt's revelation, Rachel's problems seemed to diminish completely as she had her full attention on her best friend. "So you're saying…" she prompted.
"It's Blaine. It's always been Blaine. And it's always going to be Blaine. That's why I told Adam that I slept with Blaine at the wedding." Kurt's vision then dropped to the floor.
"So, what's happening with you and Adam now?" Rachel asked.
"We broke up," Kurt replied monotonously. "He was upset I wasn't honest with my feelings for Blaine in the first place, but he understood."
Rachel began externally expressing her intuition that she knew this was only a matter of time before Kurt made this realization. She stopped abruptly, however, when she noticed Kurt's sudden interest in the floor. "Kurt, what is it? This is big. Shouldn't you be happy?"
"I hurt him, Rachel." Tears had started forming in the corner of Kurt's eyes. "After everything I said to him at the wedding, he's not going to just come crawling back."
"Well, you want to know what I think?" Rachel waited until Kurt's eyes were focused solely on her before she continued. "I think that Blaine is still beating himself up for what he did to you. I think he's willing to do anything to make you completely forgive him. If that constitutes in you guys giving it another shot, then he's not going to say no."
"You really think that?"
"I always knew that you guys were going to end up together. The kind of love that you and Blaine have just doesn't die."
Blaine spent the afternoon pacing up and down the auditorium stage. The boys performed their mashup today, and the girls were scheduled to perform tomorrow, but Blaine honestly didn't see how the girls were any competition for them. Despite not really being into movie music week, Blaine was able to put on false enthusiasm and complete the number without breaking down.
Now that everyone had departed, Blaine was able to let his guard down. All during movie music week, there was only one song that was floating around in Blaine's head. It was a song that meant the world to him. He briefly reminisced countless weekends watching the movie curled up on the couch with Kurt. He remembered the two of them singing the song to each other, claiming that they were going to dance to this song at their wedding. Wow, how naïve they were. Blaine could almost hear music playing in his head as his voice flooded the silent auditorium and he softly began to sing.
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Everyday I love you more and more
He just wanted the pain to end. He wanted to wake up one morning and actually feel like he was whole again. However, it was nearly impossible to feel whole when a part of him was missing. He sang with every emotion he could muster up at this moment.
Listen to my heart
Can you hear it sing
Telling me to give you everything
Season may change winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Blaine's heart stopped as a sweet, melodic voice suddenly filled the auditorium in place of his.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Blaine rapidly spun around to see Kurt sauntering up the aisle and cautiously making his way towards the stage, singing with an ambivalent look upon his face. Blaine's breath caught in his throat as tears started to form, but he was able to compose himself in time to join his voice with Kurt's.
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
Kurt's eyes remained locked with Blaine as he reached the front of the stage.
It all revolves around you
Kurt nervously climbed onto the stage as both boys continued singing to each other.
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by you side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
There voices flowed together perfectly; they had sung this song together so many times it just came naturally to them. The kept a relatively large gap between them while they sang. Blaine was tempted to stop singing, run over to Kurt, and kiss him breathless, but he refrained. Instead, he resorted to conveying every feeling he had into his singing. Kurt was doing the same.
But I love you
I love you
Until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Oh, come what may
Come what may I will love you
Kurt stepped closer, barely closing the gap between him and Blaine.
I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
As the song came to a close, both Blaine and Kurt remained focused on each other, saying everything they needed to say.
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
When the song ended, neither of them spoke. They both knew what they wanted to say, but they were content just looking into each other's eyes, reminding themselves of how things once were and thinking if they could ever be what they used to be again. Growing uncomfortable and impatient, Blaine was the first to speak. He barely moved his lips, but his voice amplified in the empty auditorium. "You came back."
Kurt's eyes fell to the floor and he nodded. "Yeah."
"But I thought you and Adam were…" Blaine gestured towards Kurt, signaling that he did not want to finish that train of thought. There was still a gap between them that Blaine so badly wanted to close, but he had to remain composed. He had to know what was happening.
The gap between them shrunk slightly as Kurt took a couple tentative steps in Blaine's direction. Blaine noticed Kurt's cheeks were streaked with tears. Kurt's voice broke as he struggled to speak. "You know, my whole life has always been focused on big dreams. I always knew I wanted to get out of Ohio and make something of myself, to do something great. But all of these plans, all of these dreams I had didn't seem possible or even worth it if I didn't have someone to share them with." Kurt inhaled slowly. "Before I met you, back when I didn't think there was a way anybody could love me the way I wanted, I would picture the life I wanted for myself. Back then I would have seen myself with someone exactly like Adam. Tall, handsome, sophisticated."
Blaine shut his eyes so he was only able to hear Kurt's voice. "But plans change." When his eyes snapped open, Blaine noticed that Kurt was almost directly in front of him.
"I know that I called what happened between us at the wedding a mistake, but it wasn't. The mistake was me calling it a mistake because nothing with you could ever be wrong." Kurt held his hand out experimentally and Blaine grabbed it, feeling that Kurt was really there and this wasn't some kind of a dream.
When Blaine was finally capable of speaking, "What changed your mind?" was all he could manage to get out.
"Adam kissed me, and all I thought about was how it wasn't you. I figured I had two options. I could keep living a lie in New York and being scared, or I could face my fear and realize what I really want." Kurt boldly intertwined his fingers with Blaine, but Blaine withdrew his hand from the touch, still skeptical.
"But I hurt you. I thought you'd never want a second chance with me."
"I know." Kurt's eyes left Blaine only a moment, and when he glanced back up at Blaine, his heart broke at the sight of the boy's doubtful expression. "Believe me I told myself that countless times while I was making the decision to come here today. But in the end I decided to come here because no matter what you did to me or no matter who I date, it's never going to change how I feel about you. I am never going to feel for anybody the way I feel for you."
"Really?" Blaine questioned through his tears.
"Yeah." Kurt's tears were tracing patterns around his smile. "Now, I know what I said at the wedding, and I know we have a lot of things to work through before we get back to the way things were before. Maybe we'll never get back to exactly how the way things were before, but we'll just have to work on it together."
There was no way Blaine was going to hide the evident grin upon his face. He reached out and squeezed Kurt's hand. "Well, how about I kiss you first? Then we can figure out all that other stuff."
"Okay." Kurt allowed Blaine to draw him closer and capture his lips in a kiss. The kiss was long with tedious lip movements but it remained chaste. Kurt brought his arms up and wrapped them securely around Blaine's neck.
Finally Kurt disconnected his lips from Blaine's to pull him into a tight hug. Blaine hooked his chin on Kurt's shoulder and basked in the familiarity of the contact—it felt like home. "I love you," Kurt uttered in barely a whisper.
Blaine choked down a sob. He had waited a long time to hear Kurt say those words to him again. "I love you too. Until my dying day." He knew it was cheesy to quote the song, but it was all he could come up with under the circumstances. He was still trying to grasp the fact that this was reality.
Kurt, however, did not seem to mind as he slipped out of the hug, looked straight at Blaine, and said, "Until my dying day." He leaned forward once more, initiating a more passionate kiss. Blaine hummed at the sensation of Kurt's lips moving with his and happily parted them when Kurt's tongue begged for entrance. A small tear managed to escape Blaine's closed eyes and trail down his cheek because he knew that this was the start of forever, and he was really looking forward to it.