A/N - Klaine Week - Day 4: Klaine's Anniversary! Ohmygoodness guys can you believe it's been a year already? Our boys are the best and I hope that they continue to go from strength to strength and keeping being wonderful and amazing to each other! Here's my spin on their anniversary, I hope you all like it and keep loving Klaine :) Klisses!x
From David: The doors will open at 9pm for 5mins :)
From Nick: You'll have 1hr once u r in.
From Trent: Try not to defile all of our furniture and possession while ur there ;)
From Nick: We heard you were a thrasher :P
From David: But srsly have fun Blainers.
From Trent: Happy Anniversary!
From Nick: All of the pining and the numerous Katy Perry songs were worth it!
From David: Maybe the 5000 plays of TD were a bit much…
From Trent: I'll never forget those lyrics now…
From Nick: Have fun with ur teenage dream!
Blaine clicked his phone shut, smiling a little sorrowfully as he felt the familiar ache of missing his friends from Dalton rise up again. He didn't regret his decision to move, not for a second because it had brought him closer to Kurt, but he did miss the Warblers, the safety net of having all of your best friends around you every day was something that had been hard to adjust to not having at McKinnley. However, for every moment he spent reminiscing about the old days, there were five new, perfect memories with Kurt, and with Rachel and Mike and Tina, and all of the others who were now like his dysfunctional family.
Tomorrow was the big day. One year with Kurt. He'd never have believed that he would have had a one year anniversary let alone the most amazing boyfriend he could have asked for. Sometimes, he thought that this was all some dream that he was going to wake up from, and he was going to be back, broken, lying on his hospital bed.
But it wasn't.
This was real.
Tomorrow he got to spend the entire day celebrating with the boy he loved. And it was guaranteed to be wonderful.
…
"Guys! Hurry up they're almost here! You know that their afternoon locker smooch only lasts for three minutes!" Santana said furiously, tugging an overly excited Brittany down off of the piano. She twirled around to find Mike throwing confetti hearts over Tina's head and Finn sucking Rachel's tongue down his throat.
Again.
She stormed over and wrenched the midget out of his clinging clutches, dumped her on her butt in the middle of the choir room floor and blew the whistle that bounced around her neck.
"Gayface and the Hobbit will be here in T-minus one minute and you are all acting like preschoolers! Get your pathetic asses in gear. Now!"
"Jeez Santana, why do you even care?" asked Mercedes from the back of the teacher free classroom.
She trained her murderous gaze onto her and spat, through clenched teeth, "Because Trouty Dumper, Kurt's gone through hell and I didn't exactly make his life any peachier but Blaine and his horrific addiction to frying pan oil has made him happier than he ever thought possible. And we, as their friends, are going to goddamn celebrate it!"
Jaws hung slack around the room. Distant footsteps could be heard coming down the corridor. The room buzzed into action, Santana's watchful eyes flashing dangerously over them.
…
A cool substance smacked him directly in the face and for a second he was engulfed by the memories of being bitch slapped with that rock salt slushie in the parking lot. Fear rose up like bile in this throat and he hurriedly pushed Kurt behind him as a reflex.
Instead of the material slipping over his skin and soaking into his clothes painfully and making every inch of skin flare in agony, however, it cascaded down his body, catching in his long dark eyelashes and fluttering into a heap around his feet.
It was shiny red heart confetti.
As laughs and cheers erupted around them, a sharp slap sounded followed by a wail of protest, "What was that for?" Finn grumbled loudly, swatting Santana's hand away before she could hit him again.
"Your bad aim! God couldn't you have –"
"Happy Anniversary!" Mike and Tina chimed in over Santana, cutting out her bitchy comment and pulling Blaine and Kurt into tight hugs.
Blaine surveyed the room quickly, taking in the heart shaped decorations that must have been left over from Valentine's day and the sloppy banner saying, 'KURT + BLAINE = LOVE4EVER' and felt his heart swell with love and happiness. They actually cared enough to help them celebrate this day. Blaine still felt like a bit of an outsider at McKinnley but to see this, to know that they actually did care about him, it felt…well amazing really.
Kurt intertwined their hands again, smiling radiantly down at him and nudged his shoulder against his. Blaine leaned up into his waiting kiss, not even caring about the 'awws' and the 'eeewws' that exploded from their friends.
Everything was perfect.
…
"It's just along here, I promise you'll enjoy it, just…" Kurt huffed, tugging at Blaine's hand and towing him along the almost deserted high street. The wind bit at his cheeks and his scarf was unravelling slowly, but Blaine had never had a better evening.
It had just been the pair of them in a secluded Italian restaurant, eating pasta and pizza and speaking quiet words of endearment over candlelight. It had taken him twenty minutes of pleading, begging and downright selling his soul, to get them the six o'clock slot but to see the contented look on Kurt's face had been worth it.
The only thing that was worrying Blaine though, apart from freezing his ass off in the still cold March weather, was that they were never going to make it to Westerville in time for nine. He didn't even know where Kurt was taking him, just that he'd been a ball of excitement all week about it.
"Kurt, where are we going?" Blaine whined, trying to sound cute and endearing, but probably failing.
Kurt glanced back at him sharply and pulled them to a stop, twisting Blaine's body so that he couldn't see the shop title, and placing a steadying hand on his shoulder.
"Okay, so you know how last year you said that I moved you? And that before that we'd had all of those perfect little almost moments? Most of them were due to someone. Someone special to both of us." He said breathlessly.
Blaine stared at him, completely confused. What was Kurt talking about?
"You have given me things that I never thought that I would ever have while stuck in this cowtown. A wonderful, kind, loving boyfriend. A set of fantastic friends. A proper first kiss. A first dance. A first time."
Smiling, he tipped his mouth up waiting for Kurt to bend down and kiss him, but was surprised by the cool finger placed over his lips. Kurt just laughed quietly.
"But you've given me so much more than that. This year hasn't been perfect. But it's been us. And I would never change that. And that's why we're here."
"And that's where exactly?"
Kurt swung him round and giggled beside him. Geraldine's Second Chance Saloon, the sign announced. Blaine knew that he was supposed to understand, but he didn't.
"Uhh Kurt? Why are we at a pet store?"
He huffed beside him, clearly too excited about his idea to be deterred by Blaine's attitude, "Think about it dufus! What was the first thing you ever gave me?"
"A tip to never forget your disguise when you're trying to be a spy?" Blaine supplied unhelpfully, earning a swat on the arm.
"Pavarotti."
Oh.
Realisation dawned and Blaine felt a warm, fuzzy feeling rising up from his toes, hopefully knowing Kurt's motifs for bringing him here.
"When Pavarotti died, I was heartbroken. And there you were, my white knight coming to the rescue, telling me everything I'd wished you would. It was the start of everything KurtandBlaine. And I thought, to celebrate one brilliant year and many to come, we could adopt a canary, together."
Kurt's eyes were filled with hope, shining in the darkening light, but he was biting his lip nervously. Reaching up to brush their noses together, Blaine murmured against his lips, "My boyfriend really does have the best ideas."
…
Please be open. Please be open. Please be open.
The back door to the large practice room, opened quietly under his hand. He refrained from pumping his fist into the air and settled for dragging a blindfolded Kurt into the deserted Dalton Academy Warbler's choir room. A little thrill from breaking in – although it wasn't breaking in when the Head Boy set it up to have the door unlocked – after hours coursed through his and made the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end. Kurt was grumbling about his hair being messed up but Blaine just shushed him and snapped the heavy door shut behind them.
The room was exactly the way Blaine remembered it, even the scent of the vanilla coffee drinks that Jeff liked mixed with Nick's hot chocolate lingered. It smelled like home.
Losing himself for a moment, he reminisced about that day. When the shining star that was Kurt Hummel had shot himself onto Blaine's murky skyline. The boy that changed everything. The boy he'd wasted precious time with because he was too scared to loose someone special again. The boy that–
"Blaine, if you don' take this blindfold off within the next two seconds Barbra Perry is going to have one less father." Kurt snapped, irritation dripping in his tone.
Blaine laughed and hurriedly pulled him through into their room off the side of the practice room, which, as Jeff and Richard had promised, was dusted with yellow and red rose petals with a single white rose laying on the table.
Gently, he untied his scarf from around Kurt's eyes and watched gleefully as Kurt's eyes adjusted to the change in light, and then took in the sight before him.
Everything that Blaine could ever have wished Kurt to say was written in neon across his face; wonder and admiration poured out of his eyes, an undeserving blush bloomed over his cheekbones and his lips parted in awe.
"It's not much, probably not as special as you would have wanted and certainly not as imaginative as your surprise was, but this room, this school, it was where it began. Me and you. We learned to love and hate and tolerate each other inside these walls, and the time we spent apart made me realise just how much joy you brought to me here. I'll never forget the way I felt that day you sang Blackbird. You did move me. And you've continued to do so since that day and I love you more and more every day for it. There is nothing I can say to you that will ever express the enormity of my feelings for you but you have to know that this year has been the most amazing and special of my life. I love you Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Now and always."
Blaine stood breathlessly before him, observing the way that Kurt's eyes crinkled in happiness with a deep feeling of exhilaration. Kurt leaned into him and moulded their lips together. Kurt's arms wrapped around his neck as Blaine's hands lost themselves in Kurt's hair, both wanting to press themselves closer to the other. As their tongues slid together, Blaine knew he would never get enough of this feeling, one of light-headedness and loosing himself in sunshine. Kissing Kurt was where Blaine belonged.
"Do you know that we could get arrested for this?" Kurt blurted out, his eyes flashing with mischief but filled with love.
This was why Blaine loved him.
He laughed, the sound echoing eerily around the room, and flicked the previously unnoticed iPod dock on, "Well, if we're going down, we might as well go down swinging."
Kurt considered him carefully as the first few notes of the intro floated around them, his face breaking into a grin when he figured out the song. He arched an eyebrow, asking who was taking the lead and Blaine nodded in ascent, just like old times.
"Dancin' where the stars go blue.
Dancin' where the evening fell.
Dancin' in my wooden shoes,
In a wedding gown."
Kurt's smooth voice ran over Blaine like crushed velvet, causing gooseflesh to rise across his arms as he just watched his boyfriend sing out perfectly to a song he'd never practiced before.
Kurt was smiling at him, oh, right; he was supposed to sing now.
"Dancin' out on 7th street.
Dancin' through the underground.
Dancin' little marionette.
Are you happy now?"
Reaching over, he intertwined their hands while placing the other on Kurt's hip and began to twirl them around the flower coated room as their voices answered and melded together.
"Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when you're blue?
Where do you go when you're lonely?
I'll follow you,
When the stars go blue.
When the stars go blue."
"Laughing with your pretty mouth."
"Laughing with your pretty mouth."
Kurt echoed, smiling cheekily because finally he was the one repeating.
"Laughing with your broken eyes."
"Laughing with your broken eyes."
"Laughing with your lover's tongue,
In a lullaby."
"Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when you're blue?
Where do you go when you're lonely?
I'll follow you."
"Yeah, yeah."
Blaine sang with everything that he had, not trying to convince Kurt of his love, but to show him just how powerful it was. In some ways, the song was perfect for them, supporting and comforting the other no matter what happened.
"Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when you're blue?
Where do you go when you're lonely?
I'll follow you."
"Follow you."
"Follow you."
"Yeah, yeah."
"When the stars go blue.
When the stars go blue.
When the stars go blue.
When the stars go blue.
Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when the stars go blue?"
As the accompaniment faded away, they were left, breathless from dancing and gazing into each others eyes. Their lips met in a silent, consenting 'I Love You'. The moment was so private that, had anyone else been there, they would have felt like intruders.
Luckily the Warbler boys had it all captured on the secret camera to tease the couple about later.