I just finished watching some of the clips on tumblr from Darren's opening night on Broadway, and I cried. I cried with him because of how proud and happy I was of him. Darren, I love you. The second that a crappy, shaky video camera version of the musical comes out on youtube, I'll watch it a million times. (':

It took hours to persuade the doctors to let Kurt go.

Just for a couple of hours only. This was the last thing that Kurt wanted to do before he was officially bound to the hospital for who knows how long. Kurt was supposed to be monitored everyday, and though it was clear that he was slowly starting to lose his energy, he wasn't completely lifeless yet. He could get up and walk around without any help. He could breathe without machines pumping near him to keep him alive. He could still feed himself and use the bathroom without assistance. Kurt was not too vulnerable yet. He was a fighter, that was for sure.

So naturally, when Kurt asked for one last thing to do with Blaine completely alone without any sneaky doctors and pain medication, Blaine jumped at the chance to make it happen. It was probably the most simple request Blaine had ever heard in his life. It cost no money at all and it didn't involve driving out of Ohio. Of course Blaine would do it. Of course.

"C'mon, doctor," Blaine pleaded politely with Dr. P. Avery as he chased him down the white hallway.

"No can do, son," Dr. P. Avery said, continuing to walk without stopping to talk to Blaine.

"But it's really import-"

"Look, I'm very sorry, but trust me, I'm saving both your and my own time when I say that there is no way I'm letting Kurt Hummel out of the hospital," the doctor told Blaine.

"But it's not even going to do any harm to him," Blaine disagreed.

"I realize Kurt is very important to you, and that's great that he has an outlet like you to hold onto during these tough times." The doctor paused to sigh. "And I'd love to help, really, I would. But what if something happens to Kurt while you're out with him? What if his body shuts down? No one will be able to get to him in time. I'm sorry, Blaine."

But Blaine was determined and he wasn't giving up easily. He walked in front of the doctor, stopping him in his tracks so that he'd have to look at Blaine.

"Please, sir," Blaine begged, "I don't mean to sound rude and I'm sorry if I'm coming off as a stubborn little brat, but that's what I am. A stubborn little brat who cares about the boy sitting in that room more than anything. Please, doc. This is the one last thing he really wants before he's trapped in here forever. I'd hate myself if I didn't give him what he wanted one last time."

The doctor stared at Blaine, like his brain was working to produce an answer.

"Please," Blaine said again. "It'll only take a few hours at best and I promise I'll bring him right back here when we're done. Please. Just this once."

The doctor sighed. "Alright...alright. Fine. I'll let you take him."

Blaine's head snapped up. "R-really?"

"Yes. If doing this means that much to the both of you, then I will allow it."

A look of surprise and happiness struck Blaine's face. The doctor continued to talk, his voice stern and his finger wagging in front of Blaine, treating him like a child.

"But only for a few hours! You're very lucky that Kurt is still physically stable enough to get up and do daily activities."

"Thank you!" Blaine grabbed the doctors hand and shook it so much that the doctor himself started to shake. "Thanks so much!"

Blaine burst back into Kurt's room, with Mercedes and Sam visiting at the time, panting with a gleam in his eye. The second Kurt saw his husband's face, he knew.

TWO DAYS LATER.

It was going to start in about five minutes.

Kurt was very excited. Out of all the live musicals and concerts he'd experienced, he was sure that this particular live show was going to be a real treat. And you may think that they were getting ready to go on some huge adventure and watch a show on Broadway, but no. They were staying put, right there in Ohio for Kurt's last wish.

"Ready?" Blaine asked. He parked his car at the edge of the cliff. The black nighttime sky was dusted with billions of twinkling stars, barely illuminating the sky enough to see properly. They were beautiful, like lightning bugs creating patterns and messages to the people below.

"Ready," Kurt smiled. The boys got out of the car when it was fully parked, over looking the edge of the cliff. Down below were trees-large, chlorochrous, and silent except for the few crickets that chirped in the grass. The boys climbed onto the hood of Blaine's car, stretching out their legs and allowing their feet to dangle just above the bumper. The summer air was warm, but Kurt still enjoyed the feeling of Blaine's arms wrapped around him.

"I'm so excited!" Kurt beamed. "I've never done this before. I've heard about it all over the world and I've seen pictures online, but I could never think of a reason to go all by myself."

"What do you mean, you had no one to go with?" Blaine asked, rubbing his hand up and down Kurt's arm. "You could have gone with the glee club, your dad..."

"Yes, but they aren't you," Kurt nuzzled his nose into Blaine's and they laughed.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"How come you chose to do this, of all things?"

Kurt paused, seeming to think about it. "It's just...very beautiful. Things like this don't last very long. They happen once, and before you know it, they're gone. They're just so neat looking. I've always wanted to see a real one before. And now I can, thanks to you."

Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek, smiling when he blushed.

"I have to tell you something," Blaine told Kurt.

"Please don't tell me you lost your wedding ring already," Kurt huffed sarcastically, a tiny smirk playing at his lips.

Blaine pretended to be offended. "WHAT? I find that highly offensive, sir." He held his finger up to show that yes, the shiny, silver band was still put in place.

"Good," Kurt cocked his head. "Just making sure. Anyway, what were you going to tell me?"

"I actually started writing some more songs," Blaine told the person cradled in his arms. "I know when I played my other song for you a few weeks ago at my house, it sounded really sloppy and not well-processed, but I've been working on a few new ones."

"Really?" Kurt turned to him now, his expression priceless. "That's amazing, Blaine!"

"Yeah. I actually have stuff to write about now," Blaine tapped Kurt's nose with his finger.

"I'm so happy to hear that," Kurt said. "Your songs are beautiful, Blaine, and you finally getting comfortable enough in your own skin to continue with them is very inspiring."

"Well, you inspired the songs, after all."

"Really?"

"Of course. You were the one who told me to join the school musical, to perform in front of real people. And now...I don't know. That's something I might actually want to do in the future now. Thanks to you."

"Oh, you're embarrassing me," Kurt hid his face in Blaine's neck.

"Aww, come on," Blaine laughed loudly. "You know it's true."

Blaine tilted his head towards the sky, sighing. Something very quick, very slim, and very bright suddenly flashed across the sky. Blaine thought it was probably his imagination, but then it happened again and again. Streams of hot, white light were streaking the sky. Blaine's face lit up and he shook Kurt's shoulder.

"Kurt! Kurt, look!"

"If you're going to embarrass me again, shut it," Kurt said, his face still buried in the fabric of Blaine's shirt.

"No, look! It started!"

The other boy's head snapped up, now. His fluorescent blue of his eyes darting all over the sky. And then he saw them

The meteor shower was absolutely breathtaking.

It was unlike anything Kurt had ever seen. The flashes of neon blue and white soaring across the sky, weaving beautiful pictures into the stars. It looked like something out of a movie, something that sets and actors and make-up would have to create. But this was real. Right now, lying with Blaine on the hood of his car watching the most incredible light show Kurt had ever witnessed, it was 100% real.

Kurt gasped lightly, his mouth hanging open. Blaine glanced over and could see the reflections of the colorful meteors flashing in Kurt's eyes, like a mirror tilted towards the sky.

"Oh my god," Kurt blinked, "This is...this is incredible!"

"it is," Blaine agreed, also clearly impressed by the magnificent radiance.

"Wow," Kurt sighed. "I never thought I'd get this close to a real shower before. I never thought I'd get to see one at all. Thank you so much for taking me."

"You're welcome, sweetie," Blaine kissed Kurt on the lips. Then they kissed again. And then one more time until it was a full, deep kiss. This was a perfect moment. They had many perfect moments over the last few months, and some not-so-perfect moments. It didn't stop them. It didn't break them up or tear them down. Here they were, kissing underneath the meteor shower, forgetting that there was even such words like cancer and disease and sickness and death. They kissed with their eyes open, looking into each other's souls as the light's continued to reflect on both of their eyes now. Then, slowly, the eyelids became closed, like falling asleep on a rainy day. Blaine felt their eyelashes meet in the middle and get slightly tangled before going all the way down, the small hairs tickling Blaine's cheek. He breathed deeply.

He's whole again for that one moment. He's whole because he saved Kurt, and Kurt saved him.

P.S. Darren Criss on Broadway, okay? Okay. Fucking proud of him. Goodnight.