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N/A: Ahh guys thanks for the reviews!
To be honest I didn't know if to continue this or not, but well obviously I am :)
Tbh I don't know how this will turn out so
Ok. Ok. I'll stop now… thank you again and well, here's:
Chapter 2.
Blaine keeps a firm grasp on his bag and he runs. He just runs. And before he knows it, he's out of breath – which of course is difficult to happen for someone who's been trained as hard as he was at war. When he feels that his whole body burns – his body from the running, his eyes from the tears, and his throat from harsh inhaling of his sobs – he stops and looks around, panting, to realize he's at a park. It's He starts walking now, trying to stop his sobs, and goes to an empty bench there is not more than ten feet away from him, at the centre of the park. As he reaches it, he lets the bag fall to the ground for a second time that day and slumps down on the wooden bench as his sobs start subsiding. He tries to take deep breathes, slowly, trying to calm himself. He knew this would happen, he knew Kurt would eventually forget him and move on if anything were to happen to him, but deep down inside he probably was hoping he wouldn't. The truth is, he probably hoped to knock on his door and hold him when Kurt jumped to his arms, and they would stand there for minutes just hugging and crying – of happiness, of course – and then they would break apart, only to come closer and kiss once more, after all that time. They would be together again and-
Blaine's head snapped up as an escaped sob broke his thinking. There he was: His boyfriend, his best friend, his lost companion... his Kurt. Only he's not his anymore. He's with Sebastian now. He's moved on.
Very slowly, Kurt walked towards Blaine, tears running down his face as every detail became clearer with every step he took (or at least, as clear as features can be when your own eyes are covered with tears, blurring your vision). Blaine hadn't changed much. His hair was shorter – not so much as every soldier's would be, but short enough for his curls to not be recognisable anymore – and his body was much more muscular than it was before he left. His plain white shirt hugged perfectly his muscles on his chest, abdomen and arms. Of course, he was older and you could tell, but he still had the same face, the same beautiful eyes that never seemed to decide whether to be hazel or green, and his same triangular eyebrows.
Blaine stood up, looking at Kurt as he approached him. Just like back at the house, his brain screams desperately at him to just move his damn feet and run, no matter how tired he feels. Just to run to get the hell away from him. Just to get away from him because now he's hurting him, again. He's hurting him and running away seems to be the only option to make it better. But his body is not responding. He's numb with a mix of fear and sadness and hurt and… and hate. Not hate towards Kurt – of course not, he could never hate his Kurt. Hell, not even hate towards Sebastian. He hates himself. Hates himself for letting it happen, for disappearing, for not being there, for going away… for not being enough.
He looks at Kurt. Jesus, he looks so tired now with his red eyes, puffed with crying. Why did he have to come back? Blaine hated to think like this but right now, maybe he hoped he was killed back in war. He just couldn't get anything right, could he?
Blaine saw Kurt's broken face – and body for that matter, his posture was slumped, as if his shoulders weighted too much; plus, he was trembling. At the sight, he felt his heart breaking. How could he have done this? He should not have gone and find Kurt. Wasn't the fact that he moved houses enough of a warning that he didn't want Blaine back?
For all these years, the only memory he had of Kurt– actually, no… he remembered every single moment he spent with him… more accurate would be to say this was his favourite memory to think of – was the one of him laughing. He could hear his adorable, contagious laugh in his head, and that was what kept him going all along until this day. Now, he could hear the laughs he heard not more than twenty minutes ago – somehow muting Sebastian's and the little girl's ones, only capturing the sound of his lover's. It only made it worse. Minutes ago, Kurt was happy, and now… now he was broken.
Blaine stood there, watching as Kurt approached him, slowly. His brain kept yelling at him, but his body still decided not to move an inch. He was pretty sure he was even holding his breath while Kurt took another step further.
Kurt could see Blaine clearer with every footstep he took. God, had he missed his face. Everything was racing through his mind. From the memories of them together, to Blaine's departure, to the letters they sent to each other, to the visits, to that one yellow letter. And from the letter, to his pain, to Sebastian and their lives since, to seeing Blaine standing across the street, and all back again.
His mind froze for a couple of extra seconds when he thought about minutes ago when he saw Blaine, thinking how it could be possible. The moment Kurt lifted his head; he froze, as he recognized the face immediately. At that moment, his mind was going faster than ever; trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Was it a dream? Most probably. But… what part? Blaine's death or his return? His death was most definitely real, because there was no way that the pain he felt was false, he thought. It couldn't have all been a horrible nightmare. It was impossible for his subconscious to invent such agony inside him. If of something he was certain, were the months of suffering he spent after he got that damn letter. He had been dreaming of Blaine's return for far too long, thinking what it would feel like to hold him again, to kiss him once more… to never let him go again. All changed when he received the letter. He sobbed for days, and now, all he could think was all those embraces, the lost kisses, and the time they spent together. For days and months he looked back, building up the memories of them together. Every day he remembered another little thing that happened, and he added it to his memories. Like that, little by little, he practically built his life with Blaine all over again, not letting go. So yes, Blaine's death was definitely real for him.
That only left the option of Blaine's return being a dream. But, when he saw his face, even though he tried to convince himself it was only his imagination, he couldn't help but run after him.
That's why as sob escaped him as he saw him there sitting on that park bench: everything was suddenly painfully real and Blaine was there. He saw Blaine sitting on that bench and reality crushed him down. There was no trick – there couldn't be.
He wasn't moving. God, Blaine, just to something! He screamed to himself mentally. What was he going to do when Kurt came closer? Everything was becoming awfully real and he just wanted it to stop. He wasn't sure exactly what he preferred right now: for him to have never left in the first place, or for him to have never come back. If he had never come back, then Kurt would not be in front of him, crying, pained. He would have moved on like he said he would, and he would keep being happy, taking no notice of Blaine's survival. But if he had never left, Blaine would still be with the love of his life, probably with a family of their own by now, living the life they always promised each other. But this meant Kurt would have never been with Sebastian. And he was happy with Sebastian… right? It's funny, isn't it? How, after all this time, Blaine still looked for the best for Kurt, forgetting about his own feeling for a while. Kurt has always been far more important for him, and hell, he will always be; together or not.
The taller boy was finally in front of Blaine and he stopped. They stood there, under the dim light of the street lamps and the moonlight, looking into each other's eyes. After seconds, or minutes, or hours – because, right then and there, what was time, right? – Kurt slowly raised a trembling hand to touch Blaine's cheek. A small gasp escaped his lips when he touched the other boy (for some reason he was expecting Blaine to disappear the moment he touched him somehow). Blaine closed his eyes for a few seconds, leaning a little into Kurt's touch, before opening them again and staring again into those blue, blue eyes.
"Blaine" Kurt half whispered, half chocked out, trying his best to stop the tears and (now more controlled) sobs. The word felt strange leaving his lips after all these years. But… it was a good weird. He missed it. He missed being able to say the name. And Blaine missed him saying it. He was able to still hear it, even despite the days and months and years that passed by, inside his head, when he woke up, when he went to sleep; it was the first and last thing he heard when he was away: his voice. He tried to remember himself of the love of his life as much as he could while away, and his voice came to him instantly whenever he wanted (and when he didn't too – sometimes he just wanted to forget for a while, yet all he could hear was Kurt's voice over and over again, telling him everything will be fine and it was in moment like those that he didn't want to hear his voice; yet it was when he most needed it). And, God, hearing him saying his name again only made him realize how his imagination in no way compared to Kurt's actual voice. The way his name left his lips was simply the most beautiful sound Blaine had ever heard and seriously, he could probably live happy for the rest of his life if only he had this voice speaking to him, and nothing more.
"Kurt" Blaine whispered back, , almost inaudible for the other man even though he was standing right in front of him. And there it is again, the name leaving his mouth felt wrong. Sure, he had said the other boy's name millions of time during the past years, but to call it out to him, like he used to before? That was completely different. It had been so long since he last said something directly to Kurt's face, his heart really sunk, just from that one little word. And it was funny, really, how that little word – only four letters - could belong to someone who meant the whole world to him.
Kurt let a little sigh at the mention of his name. He remembered the last time he heard Blaine say his name, and he promised himself that he would always remember the way he pronounced it. And until now, he thought he had done a great job keeping the promise, but the moment his name left Blaine's mouth, he realized just how wrong he was. His imagination did not in the slightest make up for it.
Kurt's hand was still on his cheek when he leaned his head forward, his thumb caressing ever so delicately – barely moving his finger at all – Blaine's cheek, as both of them closed their eyes.
A/N: ahhh guys I can't believe I finished chapter 2! Oh well, thank you very much for the reviews! I really wasn't planning on continuing it because I didn't think it would even get read but well, here it is :)
I have yet to decide whether to make this a Klaine or a Kurtbastian fanfic yet, though :/ I have both ideas kind of planned in my head, so really it could be either…
Oh well, enough rambling! Again, thank you SO much!
A Heart Can Be Broken