A/N: here ya go! As promised, much fluff!
Btw, I'm sorry about the mini cliffhanger I left in the last chapter! I didn't even realize that I did that to you! But without further ado...!
Dinner had been a pleasant engagement. Everyone laughed, ate, and was generally in a good mood. Even Kurt had cheered up a bit. There were a few sympathetic glances exchanged with him, but for the most part no one brought up the tear stained cheeks.
After dinner, Kurt and Blaine politely excused themselves, heading to their room. Blaine just wanted to know what was bothering Kurt, more than anything.
Blaine closed the door with a soft click as Kurt seated himself on the bed with his knees pulled up to his chest.
"Kurt," Blaine started, but Kurt cut him off by raising his hand.
"No, I know I have some explaining to do. It's just...so hard." The last two words were barely audible to Blaine's ears. Blaine strode over to the bed and sat down beside Kurt, not touching him. He knew Kurt didn't need comfort at this moment. He needed some space, breathing room, in order to get out whatever it was he needed to say.
"My aunt is...I mean, she was...when she was a little girl, she had a sister. And her sister...she was beautiful. Like, really beautiful, just like my aunt. But I didn't know her very well. I mean, I know plenty about her now, I have my memories and whatnot," Kurt paused to sniffle. "She, my aunt, she was―she was everything to me that her sister couldn't be. I guess what I'm trying to say is, she's my mom. Well, her twin at least. And every time I look at her, I just see my mom. She's all me and my dad have left of her, and―" the fresh wave of sobs took over Kurt's body. Blaine reached out for Kurt, hushing him and soothing him with soft strokes on his arm.
Kurt tried to hold back the tears, tried to compose himself and continue speaking, but Blaine only shushed him further."Shh, let it out. It's okay. It's just me." Blaine held Kurt close and squeezed his eyes shut. He wished there was something he could say that would make the hurt go away.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't just tell you why she meant s-so mu-uh-ch to me." Kurt hiccuped the words and Blaine shushed him again.
"It's okay, Kurt. Everything will be okay." Blaine wasn't sure if those were the right words, but he couldn't think of anything else to say. The once so eloquent Blaine Anderson was at a loss for words.
"I know it's okay to miss her and everything, but, I just can't help but feel like...like I didn't appreciate her enough. When she was here, I-I didn't even...I didn't know. I was always with my aunt. I always thought she was my real mom. I mean, I didn't know better b-but...but..." Kurt paused to inhale sharply. "I can't even count how many times I refused to let her tuck me in. I never l-let her give me a bath, I almost never let her rock me to sleep. My aunt had t-to do it. Because she, my mom, I thought...I thought she wasn't my mom, and I thought my aunt was. And I just―I just know it hurt her. But she couldn't do anything about it. I hated her. And I was stupid, I was so, so stupid!" Kurt's voice raised as he pounded his fists against his knees in anger at himself as the hot tears flowed endlessly.
Blaine felt tears threatening to spill over, but he wouldn't let them. Kurt needed him to be strong right now.
"Kurt, Kurt look at me," Blaine whispered the words, but Kurt ignored them, burying his face further. "Kurt, look at me." Blaine spoke more firmly. Kurt lifted his face. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks coated with glossy tears, and his nose red and irritated. "You...don't even think that way. You didn't know, you were young, like you said. You didn't know better. But you know what I know? I know that your mom knew you loved her. To know that, even though you picked the wrong twin, you still wouldn't let anyone else take care of you but her, even though it wasn't her. You were too little to know better, but it doesn't mean you loved her any less. And I can guarantee that she knew that. Don't beat yourself up about this." Blaine squeezed Kurt's shoulders tight to his side and Kurt dropped his gaze.
"I just―I miss her. And I―I took all of those thing for granted. And n-now, now it's too late. I fucked up, Blaine. And I wish th-there was some way I could―I could make it up to her. B-but I can't." Kurt wasn't crying anymore, just dry sobs wracking his frail body.
"And you do, Kurt, by living. You may not believe it, but, you are so much of your mother. I know your dad sees it. You have your mother's eyes, that spark in them that never wavers. You have her voice, because I know you didn't get that from your dad," Blaine said with a small smile, which Kurt returned.
"He's always been a little tone deaf." Kurt joked half heartedly.
"You have her hair, you have her spirit, you have her wit and determination and grace. You may think your aunt is all you have left of her, but, you. You are another part of her. And knowing what your mom looks like, I'm never going to not think that. You are somuch like her, Kurt. The stories you tell about her, how highly you speak of her, the little spark that never wavers...that's all your mom. And you'll always have a part of her with you, right here," Blaine poked to Kurt's heart, resting his palm against the steady beating.
"That's really cheesy, you know that?" Kurt replied between sniffles.
"That doesn't make it untrue," Blaine replied with a sympathetic look. Kurt delicately placed his pale hand over Blaine's, linking their fingers together.
"When did you get so wise?" Kurt looked to Blaine with puffy eyes and a half smile on his lips.
"You make me wiser." Blaine justified. Kurt looked into his eyes, holding his gaze, before slowly leaning in to press their lips together in a sweet kiss.
"I love you, and...thank you, for listening." Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.
"I love you, more. Thank you's are not needed. I'm always here to listen." Blaine replied softly before sealing their lips together again.
"Always?" Kurt mumbled back.
"Always." Blaine murmured back before pressing their lips together with more urgency than before.
"Kurt, Blaine, what did I say about the door!" Burt's voice called as he made his way down the hallway. Blaine pulled back from the kiss in favor of holding Kurt close to his side, rocking him gently as the last of the tears began to dry. "You shouldn't be breaking―oh." Burt had swung open the door to see a sniffling Kurt and Blaine comforting him.
His earlier realizations came to mind, but he pushed the thoughts away as he mumbled an apology before closing the door behind him to give the boys some much need privacy.
The next morning was a slow start, while the Hummel-Hudson-Anderson clan tried to adjust to the time difference.
Kurt insisted that him and Blaine wake up by nine to start to adjust to the time change. Blaine really couldn't argue, he wanted to get on a decent sleep schedule as soon as possible.
This is why, at nine-thirty AM on a Monday, Kurt and Blaine were out strolling by the ferry terminal.
It was a little distant from where Em lived, but Em had insisted that they go check it out―considering the events of the previous night―allowing Kurt to take her car. Kurt and Blaine would've been stupid not to comply.
The streets, unlike the rest of the city, were cobblestone. There were little shops and cafes lining the streets on either side. There were people walking briskly in all which ways, people on bikes riding by in full cycling gear, some locals out for runs or walking their dogs, and then there was Kurt and Blaine. Strolling down the cobblestone sidewalk, hand in hand, looking around at all the shop windows and generally people watching.
"It's so quaint here, isn't that weird? Vancouver, of all places, is quaint." Kurt laughed lightly.
"I wouldn't believe you if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes. Wanna grab some coffee? I'm going through a mini withdrawal." Blaine smirked.
"I guess so, how about here?" Kurt pointed to the little cafe sitting on the corner of the street. The white sign read 'Seaside Village'. It listed various organic snacks, treats, coffees and sandwiches, all of which intrigued the couple.
"Looks perfect."
As the couple approached, they noticed the little cafe wasn't as small as it appeared, it was rather large, fitting at least a dozen round tables. There were various patrons scattered at the tables either reading, sipping a coffee, or browsing the internet. There was a soft jazz number playing in the background as the two approached the barista.
"Can I have a medium drip and a non-fat mocha latte?" Blaine asked politely. The girl behind the counter punched a few things into the register before announcing the total. Wordlessly, Blaine pulled out cash from his pocket and paid, much to Kurt's protests.
"It's just coffee, babe. You can get it next time, deal?" Kurt begrudgingly agreed.
The barista handed them their coffees with a smile and a polite 'Have a nice day'. Kurt took Blaine by the hand as they exited the cafe to continue their exploring.
They walked in a comfortable silence for a while, swinging their hands between each other, sipping their coffees, which ended up tasting delicious.
Their path winded down each road coming back up the other boulevard, then going back around to the main streets. They paced through the courtyard outside the ferry terminal which was littered with flowerbeds and various street performers and artists.
"I wonder if we're going to head over to the island," Kurt spoke as he tossed his cup into the trash bin.
"That would be nice, wouldn't it? I've never been on a ferry before." Blaine replied as he too disposed of his cup.
"I've never been on a boat period." Kurt countered. "I wonder what there is to do on the island?" Kurt asked, mostly to himself.
"Camping, swimming, mini-golfing, shopping, hiking, kayaking, canoeing, and so much more!" Kurt turned to his boyfriend, with confusion, until he spotted the brochure for the island he was holding in his other hand. Blaine waved the pamphlet with a smile.
"Sounds like fun." Blaine smiled genuinely.
"Yeah, for you maybe! I wouldn't even attempt half the things in that list." Kurt replied with an eye roll.
"Like what?" Blaine replied with a questioning stare.
Kurt snatched the brochure from Blaine to analyze the activities listed.
"Nope, nope, I wouldn't mind that. Obviously I'd do that, no, no, nope and I'm not even sure I want to know what other things they have!" Kurt concluded before handing the pamphlet back to Blaine.
"Come on, you wouldn't even go swimming with me? That seems a little unfair." Blaine pouted.
"Lake water is a vile thing. God knows what's in that water. And there are fish, Blaine! Fish!" Blaine laughed and shook his head at his boyfriends irrationality. He looked up into Kurt's eyes with a lustful glance.
"Isn't there...anything I could do to...change your mind?" Blaine trailed his fingers up Kurt's arm, allowing them to brush by Kurt's neck and jaw.
"Blaine, stop it! We're in public!" Kurt was blushing furiously, trying to keep his eyes away from Blaine's, he knew he'd melt if they made eye contact.
"Can I just have a kiss, Mumble?" Blaine whispered. Kurt laughed shortly before shaking his head.
"Blaine..." Kurt made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. Kurt was damned if he wasn't powerless to resist the urge to kiss Blaine senseless right there in the courtyard.
Blaine smirked, knowing he'd won, before leaning in to kiss Kurt lightly. Just a soft peck that left both of them wanting more. Kurt and Blaine both heard giggles coming from somewhere as they pulled away. They turned their heads in search of the source.
Kurt's eyes locked on a girl and a boy, her arm was linked with his, and they were giggling. Giggling. At them. Kurt wasn't sure if he should be offended or not, so he simply stared back in confusion.
"Oh, oh my god. Sorry for staring." The girl stuttered before covering her mouth in embarrassment.
"Are we bothering you, or something?" Blaine asked with a confused glare. It wasn't often, actually, it never happened, that people would giggle when they saw Kurt and Blaine kiss. It was more often a slurred profanity with an crude name.
"Oh, oh god no!" The boy stuttered. "It's just..." His mouth gaped before the girl, at this point Kurt and and Blaine assumed they were dating, swooped in to finish his sentence.
"He means, it was cute." She answered shyly. Kurt and Blaine were at a loss for words. No one had ever said they were...cute. At the very least, not strangers.
"So, you don't care that we're...gay?" Kurt concluded.
The pair broke into small giggles. "No! Not at all, in fact..." The girl turned to the boy, looking up at him hopefully, to which he sighed.
"I'm...gay." He said quietly. The girl squeezed his arm affectionately smiling at him. Kurt felt his heart swell a little bit, it was clear the boy hadn't told many people, if anyone but the girl he was with.
"And I'm a little all over the place, I like everyone." She smiled shyly.
Kurt and Blaine smiled brightly. The kids couldn't have been much older than they were, probably close to the same age.
"Sorry for bothering you." The boy replied shyly before scratching the back of his neck. "Well, yeah, we'll just leave you two to..."
"Be adorable. It was nice to meet you." The girl had a habit of finishing the boys half sentences, they must've been close.
"Yeah, it was nice to meet you, too. Have a nice day." Blaine replied with a warm smile. The pair walked away from the couple, her arm still linked through his. Kurt and Blaine didn't miss the kiss to the boys cheek and the murmurs of "I'm so proud of you" as they walked away. Kurt turned to Blaine smiling.
"Are you ready to head home?" Kurt supplied to break the silence.
"Sure. What do you think everyone wants to do today?" Blaine asked as the couple strolled back over to where Kurt's aunt's car was parked.
"Not sure, but knowing Finn, he'll want to get out of the house as soon as possible." Kurt joked as they climbed into the car. Blaine reached for Kurt's hand over the console almost on instinct. Kurt laced their fingers together before giving a light squeeze and letting go. Kurt turned the keys in the ignition.
The boys drove in silence for a while, Kurt humming along to the radio and Blaine looking out the window, deep in thought.
"What about the aquarium?" Blaine asked with a bright smile.
"Hmm, the aquarium..." Kurt trailed off into thought. "Should I bring fish food?"
A/N: see! When the chapters are shorter, I update faster :D
I told you there was fluff! And the boy and girl that Kurt and Blaine encounter may or may not have been modeled after me and my best friend... lol
but anyways! I NEED REVIEWS TO LIVE! ;)