[A/N]: So here is the epilogue to Chasing the Darkness! I don't really know why this idea spoke to me in such volumes, but once it got stuck in my head I couldn't leave it alone. I have loved this mini-journey and love all of you who have taken the time to read this! A quick suggestion, when writing the "Firework" bit I listened to the Christina Grimmie cover of the song, so if you want to full experience listen to that version :) Also, I may still write some of the first chapter in Blaine's point of view, but it all depends on how many people actually would like to read something like that so shoot me a line if you're interested!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee... :(
"Blaine, you have got to stop this!" Blaine just sat there holding the slice of greasy pizza in my face. I tried to push his hand away but he just brought it back. "Blaine! Do I look like I'm wasting away to you?" Blaine finally lowered his hand and set the pizza back on his plate.
"No, but you haven't eaten yet today and you need to eat." A small smile graced my face. This boy was crazy.
"Blaine, I told you I ate a huge supper last night. And I'm having another huge supper tonight. I need to save room for all the delicious food that's going to be coming my way." Blaine laughed slightly and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
"Alright, alright I believe you." I felt him sigh against my shoulder, and once again I wished with all my heart that we could just forget what had happened six months ago. As easy as it had been to drop some thirty odd pounds in a couple of months, it was proving to be much more difficult to put it back on. I still couldn't eat that much, if I tried to over feed myself I would just throw it back up minutes later. So it was a slow process, adjusting my body to eating three square meals a day.
But if you asked me what the worst part of all of it was, I would answer that it was Blaine's attentiveness. I hated how he felt I was breakable, and I loathed that he worried about me. I let out a sigh of my own.
"I'm doing really well you know?" Blaine just hummed, wanting me to elaborate. "I've gained fifteen pounds." Blaine smiled and it warmed my heart.
"I'm glad you're finally starting to get better." I could understand where his happiness came from. Ever since my hospitalization I had been in and out of the Lima Memorial. They wanted me to gain the weight back, and then I was gaining the wrong kind of weight. They had explained to me that I wasn't supposed to gorge myself, but I had found that out on my own – after throwing up then dry heaving for hours after eating a whole pan of brownies myself.
"It's taking forever, Blaine." My words came out in a whisper. I wanted to be well...badly. I wasn't allowed to work out anymore, which was something that had helped me with stress before I had turned to cutting. None of my clothes fit me anymore; everything was too loose and didn't fit how it was supposed to, making me look trashy...which I hated.
Blaine's hand reached up to brush my cheek. "I know...you've just got to be patient, and keep eating right." I sighed one last time and decided that I had had enough self-pity for one day. I stood up from my chair at the table and held out my hand. Blaine took it without hesitation, and I pulled him towards the door.
I took off down the street with Blaine trying his hardest to keep up. I stopped immediately when we made it to the park. I dropped Blaine's hand and just stood there with a huge smile on my face. Without even thinking I threw my head back and laughed, and not the laugh that I so often did to those around. No, I laughed loud and deep, the joy practically coming off of me in waves.
I had played on this park often as a child, running around and screaming with all the other kids in my neighbourhood – before they stopped playing with me. I stopped laughing and looked at Blaine – beautiful, kind Blaine. He was looking at me as if I was crazy...and maybe I was. The antidepressants I was on gave me some minor mood swings, but I never resented the happy ones. I had had too much sadness in my life to ever take being happy for granted.
I walked over to Blaine slowly, trying to stay calm enough for him to stay still. Once I was within touching distance I reached two hands out in front of me and pushed on his chest.
"TAG! You're it!" I ran away squealing like a toddler, climbing up on top of the jungle gym. For a moment I thought that Blaine wasn't following me, but a quick check over my shoulder showed me that he was following me, and was hot on my heels. I screamed again and went across the monkey bars, hoping to get back my lead. Blaine, however, was much smaller than me and manoeuvred the equipment with impressive skill. I was only able to stay away from him for a couple minutes before he cornered me.
I felt like a kid again. I felt terror in my chest, but not actual terror of course. It was the kind of terror when you knew you were going to be caught and there was absolutely no way out of it. Blaine held his hands out in front of him, fingers curled into claws and growled at me. I squirmed into the corner, trying uselessly to get away from him. He leaped forward and landed right in front of me, but didn't touch me.
He crept closer and closer until our noses brushed past each other. I could feel his breath spread across my face and felt my heart speed up. Blaine closed the distance between us and captured my lips with his. It wasn't a heated kiss; it was chaste and warm and perfect. Blaine pulled back and whispered against my lips.
"You're it..." I giggled and lightly smacked his shoulder.
"Cheater." Blaine scoffed and placed a hand on his chest, faking outrage.
"Nowhere in the rules of tag does it say what you have to tag the person with! Nowhere Kurt!" I just laughed once more and grabbed his arm.
"Fine. You win...this time." We walked back to my house arm in arm, knowing that better days were on their way.
It was raining out, and not just raining a little. There was raining smacking against the windows, violently falling in torrents. I sat by the window wondering how this day could get any worse.
Blaine was supposed to come over today, but he had called this morning telling me that he was no longer able to make it. I had told him that I understood but what else was I supposed to say? Tell him that he had to come see me? Yeah, maybe not. So I was sitting by the window, watching the rain fall on the one day that was supposed to be sunny and warm. The New Directions were going to have a Fourth of July barbeque tonight but it had been cancelled due to the horrible weather.
My thoughts to drift and I felt myself dozing off, my head resting on the cool window. I don't know how long I slept but when I opened my eyes the rain had stopped, the sun shining brilliantly instead. I smiled slightly; maybe today wasn't going to be so bad after all. At that moment my trilled at me, indicating that I had a text message. I looked at the text and a huge smile broke out across my face.
From: Mercedes
Hey boo the bbq's back on for tonight! Can't wait to see you ;)
I ran up to his room, wanting to get dressed and ready to go as quickly as possible. I left the house in record time, only taking an hour to get completely ready.
When I arrived at Mercedes' house I was greeted warmly by all my friends, hugs were given freely and laughs were exchanged. We sat in Mercedes back yard, eating burgers and sipping coolers. It was getting late enough for fireworks and we all decided to walk down the street to the park, where the show would be taking off.
We were just about to leave Mercedes back yard when Finn grabbed my arm and drug me into the house.
"Finn! What is wrong with you?" Finn just looked like he was dying slowly.
"Umm...I need help...with Rachel...yeah. Rachel." I raised an eyebrow at my romantically awkward brother. This boy needed to read some magazines or something. I spun off into a list of things that could possibly help him with his demanding – yet endearing – girlfriend. When I had finally stopped talking Finn just nodded and drug me back out into the yard. Honestly, this kid was so weird.
What I wasn't expecting to see what my boyfriend, sitting on a bench in front of a piano. He waved sheepishly at me once he saw my jaw drop. I couldn't even understand what was happening. What had happened to not being able to make it tonight?
"So...um...we've been dating for almost seven months, so this is for you Kurt..." I raised my eyebrows in shock; this kid was going to sing to me? In front of everyone? I didn't have any more time to think about what exactly my crazy boyfriend was doing, as he had started to play. I recognized the song the moment his fingers pressed the keys, and smiled. That boy and his Katy Perry.
Do you ever feel
Like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind
Wanting to start again
Do you ever feel
Feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards
One blow from caving in
I felt my lips curl up into a smile. How did Blaine always manage to find the perfect song to show he knew exactly what I was feeling. They past six and a half months had been hard on me and hard on our relationship at times. There were times when I no longer wanted to fight, the days when I just wanted to give up and lie in bed. There had been times when I had pushed Blaine away, not wanting to contaminate him with my black moods. But Blaine never left me alone, he was always there doing his best to make me feel better, and never leaving even if I asked him to.
Do you ever feel
Already buried deep
Six feet under screams
But no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there's
Still a chance for you
If there's a spark in you
You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the fourth of July
'Cause baby you're a firework
Come on show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go oh, oh, oh
As you shoot across the sky-y-y
Baby you're a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go oh, oh, oh
You're gonna leaving fallin' down
I just gazed at Blaine, watching him through his entire being into the song. Watching Blaine perform had become one of my favourite things. He was all emotion and passion and there was this burning fire in his eyes that I only ever saw when he looked at me, like, really looked at me. I fell more and more in love with him every time I watched him sing, he was glorious and an amazing performer.
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It's always been inside of you, you, you
And now it's time to let it through
'Cause baby you're a firework
Come on show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go oh, oh, oh
As you shoot across the sky-y-y
Baby you're a firework
Come on let you're colors burst
Make 'em go oh, oh, oh
You're gonna leave 'em fallin' down
The second Blaine had finished the song I ran up to him, throwing my arms around his neck. I pulled back and lightly smacked his shoulder.
"You told me you were busy today!" Blaine just gently laughed and buried his nose into my hair.
"I was busy; I've been practicing this all day." I rolled my eyes and pulled completely away from him.
"Well thank you, I loved it." Blaine looked into my eyes, as if trying to portray every emotion he was feeling through his amber depths.
"Well I love you..." I giggled and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the gate. Everyone around us was laughing and smiling, and I realized that they all must have known that Blaine was coming. I glared at Finn as we walked by, knowing full well now that he hadn't actually been worried about Rachel.
I ran ahead with Blaine to the park, wanting to get good seats for the show. We ended up lying down on a hill, holding hands and looking up at the sky. I turned my head to look at him and saw that he was staring at me. I moved closer to him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. We were both quiet after that, neither one of us feeling the need to fill up the silence with conversation.
Blaine ran his thumb along my wrist, catching my scar even now and again. Most of the cuts had disappeared after a few months, but my final cut had been much deeper than the others and now I had a little red scar running the width of my wrist. I didn't resent it being there, just like how I had kept my razor; the scar reminded me of what I had gone through. That it had been real and the feelings I had had were real too. I saw the scar as something that made me stronger, and knew that Blaine felt the same way.
I smiled as the first firework exploded into the sky. This was perfect; this was us. Songs and gentle kisses, holding hands and loving looks; this was all I needed, now and forever.
I was freaking out. I hadn't been this nervous since moving out to go to New York. Blaine was supposed to have met me at our favourite coffee shop but was now a half hour late. Blaine was never late for anything without good reason. So I sat there with my coffee, not drinking it but choosing to stare into its brown depths instead. Finally I received a text from Blaine.
From: Blaine
Hey I got held up at work, can you meet me in Times Square... I need to talk to you.
My eyes instantly clouded with tears. This was it, after almost five years of dating Blaine was going to break up with me. He had finally gotten bored and decided to move on. I held my breath and willed my tears to stop flowing. If this was going to happen I wanted to be strong. I didn't want Blaine to see me cry.
I walked briskly to Times Square, just wanting to get the heartbreak over with. I saw Blaine standing on the stairs looking out at the people that passed by. I walked up to him and greeted him silently. I saw his face light up and was instantly confused. He didn't even look sad...was he really that happy to be rid of me? I was suddenly distracted by music; loud, familiar music. I noticed that the entire square below his gone still, everyone that had been walking around was standing ramrod straight.
Without warning all the people below us started to dance in time with the music. I finally noticed the words that were being sung.
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
I felt a huge smile cross my face, how could I have even thought that Blaine would break up with me? What i was more concerned with now was why my boyfriend had hired a flash mob and was blaring our song throughout Times Square.
I'm a get you 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
The song came to a close and the dancers scattered, all going about their business. I turned my gaze to Blaine, but was unable to speak. This had been such a surprise and I was still trying to process it. I didn't get t a chance to talk though, as Blaine was grabbing my hands and dropping to his knees. I felt myself gasp at the action, my mind reeling. I was barely able to listen to the words coming out of Blaine's mouth.
"Kurt, you're all I've ever wanted. You are my today and my tomorrow. My past, present, and future. I want to wake up every morning and be able to hold you in my arms and tell you that I love you. You are my teenage dream, from the moment I met you on that staircase at Dalton. I want to watch you become the most successful designer in all of New York and I want you to be there when I accept my first Grammy. I want to be always by your side, always be able to hold your hand and call you mine. Kurt Hummel, will you marry me?" Blaine brought out a Tiffany's box and flicked it open with a flourish. It was a simple silver band with three diamonds embedded in it. I just stared at it, jaw slack. I saw that Blaine's face was started to change from its smile into a slight frown and I realized that I hadn't yet answered him.
"Of course I'll marry you!" I began to jump up and down, unable to contain my excitement. Blaine stood up and wrapped his arms around me, twirling me around while laughing. He set me down and let go, only holding onto my left hand. He took the ring out of the box and brought it to my finger. I smiled softly when I saw the inscription on the inside.
In tiny cursive the words "I will follow you into the dark" were written, winding their way in a complete circle. I felt tears spring to my eyes as Blaine slipped the ring on. I immediately attacked his lips, crushing mine against his, trying my hardest to show him exactly how I felt.
After what felt like only a few seconds we both pulled back, resting our foreheads against one another. Blaine whispered in my head, making sure only I heard him.
"On the day that we started to date I sang you a song..." I smiled at him, I knew that song. Next to Teenage Dream it was my favourite song that Blaine had ever sung me.
"I remember." Blaine brought his fingers to rest over my wrists, his thumb ghosting over my reminder of my darkest times.
"I meant every word. Kurt, no matter how bad it gets, I will never leave you. I will always follow you into the dark." I sighed and pulled my head back, wanting to look into my boyf...fiancés... gold-flecked eyes.
I almost fell into the depths of the amber eyes in front of me. This boy was my everything, and I knew I would love him until the day that I died. I remembered what I had thought after he had sung to me all the years ago. I had thought that I had finally found someone to chase away my demons. I had never told Blaine just how much he had saved me from myself. I sucked in a deep breath and tried to show every emotion I was feeling though my eyes.
"Blaine, you chase my darkness."
[A/N]: So there you have it! This chapter was all pretty much fluff and I enjoyed writing it to no end :) I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it! Remember to review if you want to see come parts of the first chapter in Blaine's view!