A KLAINE/ PUCKOFSKY FANFIC
What I Did for Love
Author's note:
Hello, Readers! This chapter features the song that inspired this whole fic. :D Enjoy!
(OMG I have to finish this fic before I watch/read/hear anymore glee spoilers. Half the spoilers never end up being true, but still.)
*** I do not own Glee or Wicked
CHAPTER 11: IN WHICH KURT AND BLAINE SAY GOODBYE AND WE ALL BAWL OUR EYES OUT
Warning: Kurt can't say the words, nothing lasts forever. *sigh*
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*DALTON*
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It was Thursday, time was running out, and there was something Kurt wanted to say to Blaine, something he wanted to say very badly, he just didn't know how to articulate it. It didn't help that ever since the lead singer had broken the news of his transfer to the rest of the school, Blaine was constantly surrounded by other boys expressing how much they would miss him, wishing him good luck, and trying to squeeze in a little more time together.
Kurt was just about to give up, when Wes texted him
K, go to B's room. ~W
Kurt wondered why it was Wes inviting him, but made his way to Blaine's room anyway. He walked in, staring around at the barren room. Blaine was sitting on his bed, alone, for once. Blaine smiled and patted a spot on the bed beside him. Kurt sat down and the two boys were silent for a while, aware that this was the first time they'd had a moment alone since dancing in Blaine's closet. The pair didn't know how long the solitude would last, knowing that everyone wanted to see Blaine, but they were unaware that Wes and David were standing in the hall outside, fending off visitors and well-wishers.
Kurt cleared his throat. "Ummm..." he began eloquently, looking everywhere but at the other boy. "Blaine, I... well..." he twisted his hands together anxiously, "I'm going to miss you; you've been such an important part of Dalton to me... and...I just can't imagine it without you... I-" his voice choked off and he tilted his head back to stare pleadingly at the ceiling, unable to express all the things he really wanted to say to Blaine.
"I know," Blaine said softly "but I don't want you to feel lonely so..." He smiled. "Accio guitar!" he said suddenly, pulling it out from under his bed.
The dark haired boy settled himself back against his pillows and began to play.
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I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
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Blaine gazed fondly at the blue-green eyes he'd become so accustomed to see smiling back at him every day.
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To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
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Kurt smiled and leaned back against the bed-post, happy that Blaine understood him.
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Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want's to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
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Friday passed all too quickly, and before Kurt knew it, he was in the entrance hall, amidst a crowd of boys bidding Blaine farewell. His friends had carried his last boxes to his car, and were now sending him off with lots of hugs and pats on the back.
Kurt hung back and watched Wes pry David off of their departing friend, with the promise of texting him every five minutes and skyping during lunch breaks.
Kurt took a deep breath and made his way toward Blaine. By the time he reached him, the crowd of boys had mysteriously disappeared. If Kurt had been able to think properly, he would have found this very strange and suspected Wes and David for their sudden aloneness. He wasn't sure whether to murder them for the implication or thank them. Never-the-less he seized his opportunity.
"All packed?" said Kurt lamely
"I can't find my boom box..." Blaine looked around helplessly. The fact that he was really leaving was starting to sink in. "Well," said Blaine "I guess this is it." He tried to smile, but felt like a cold, iron fist was clutching his heart. As he looked into the blue-green eyes his throat tightened too, damn. Blaine blinked back tears and gazed around at the beautiful building he'd learned to call home. He sighed and returned his gaze to the beautiful boy staring back at him.
Kurt steeled himself. "Before you go, there's something I want to say to you... a lot of things, actually." said Kurt " and in true Warbler fashion, I've found a song to express those things. Would you... sing with me? one last time?"
Blaine smiled and nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
Kurt turned and pressed play on a boom box hidden behind a leafy plant.
"Hey!" said Blaine "I wondered where-" and fell silent as he recognized the opening chords of the song. He turned to Kurt as the countertenor began to sing.
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I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes the sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good
Blaine knew this song by heart and recognized his queue.
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a sky bird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
(Kurt) Because I knew you
(Both) I have been changed for good
(Blaine) And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the thing I've done you blame me for
(Kurt) But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share
(Both) And none of it seems to matter anymore
Kurt stepped forward and took Blaine's hand as their voices joined in harmony.
Like a comet pulled from orbit
(Like a ship blown from its mooring)
As it passes the sun
(By a wind off the sea)
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
(Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood)
Who can say if I've been
Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been
Changed for the better
(Kurt) And because I knew you...
(Blaine) Because I knew you...
(Both) Because I knew you...
I have been changed for good.
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And just like that, Blaine turned and walked down the steps of Dalton. Kurt stood in the open doorway and watched Blaine's car disappear into the distance.
Author's notes:
-A few months ago I was fantasizing about having Wicked's "For Good" featured on Glee. And of course I wanted my favourite duo, Klaine, to sing it. XD So I started imagining how that could happen, jotting down ideas, and the next thing you know- BAM! A Klaine/ Puckofsky fanfic!
-At first this chapter was going to only include the "For Good" scene, but as I was halfway thru writing it, I was singing Snow Patrol over and over and it just worked itself into the story. (that's what happened with "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" in Chapter 6.)
Songs:
Run by Snow Patrol: www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=jS8IZcx7tJY
For Good from Wicked: www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=CQJaZO2nfGg
-Male duet version: www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=IX1LdLv00aA