OK so this chapter brings you up to speed and it is a little long but it does cover a lot of ground. There will be some OC showing up now and it completely deviates from the original story to a brain child all my own. Enjoy everyone; I'll try to update as soon as I can.
Disclaimer is the same as every other one; I own nothing except the OC's and the story idea.
Much Klaine: Much Love
Chapter 2 – Time goes by
Everything hurt. Blaine was gone from my life; dissipating to nothing more than a friend on the other end of a phone or a computer. I kept mentally kicking myself for not saying that I loved the man; hell I had my chances but so did he. I could never nail down our relationship to anything concrete; it was all so vague. Were we friends, more than friends, or just stupid hormonal teenagers who made up relationships that didn't exist in our heads? I guess I'll never know really.
That summer had been brutal on me. I missed him and the way he'd hold my hand at random. His smell which always reminded me of a mixture of coffee and a fresh spring day. He was my rock and without him I fell into a mindless stupor just going about my daily events and chores.
Nothing thrilled me anymore and the summer literally passed by like a blur. I did hear from him; quite often might I add but I couldn't always find the words to write back to him.
He had finally gotten an apartment after living in a hotel in queens for the first week and a half and was now working in a coffee shop near the NYU campus where he was a paid performer 3 times a week, thought the pay was minimal. He seemed happy but I had yet to actually speak to him; always ignoring the calls because I wasn't sure my voice would hold its resolve.
So despite the few awkward emails and such, I figured it would be better to leave the ties cut and only say what was necessary. I fell into the long lost friend category by the time the new school year rolled around.
McKinley
"Kurt...boo wait up!" I was walking away from the voice not even registering who it was so I turned around only once the person grabbed my arm.
"Kurt, what's the matter Boo...we got Glee now...where were you going?"
I finally noticed my surroundings, I was in the courtyard not even really sure how I got there.
"Sorry Mercedes, I guess I zoned out for a bit there."
"I noticed Kurt, you've been like this all summer. I thought you would come out of it by now but its been months and you're still caught up about him huh?"
My fashionably forward and brilliant Mercedes, this woman understood me, she'd watched me with pained eyes as Blaine's and my friendship evaporated over the last year or so and I know it killed her to see me like this.
"I'm sorry honey, its just been hard. I mean I thought I loved him; he was my best friend," I held up my hands seeing the bitch look on her face, "that was a guy! And we were all but ripped away from each other painfully slowly, I just don't have my usual joie de vivre as it were, I just can't seem to figure out how to move on"
"Look babe, We're all here for you, even Rachael when she allows that head of hers to be removed from her ass, and we'll help you through this, now let's head to the choir room, says we have a new kid today auditioning , should be fun!"
I rolled my eyes overly dramatically as she led me back inside and into choir room which was already buzzing. Mr. Shue was right behind us and asked for us all to take our seats.
"Ok everyone listen up!, " I took my usual spot beside Mercedes and didn't even look up from my lap as kept talking, I didn't really even register what was going on until he said, "I would like all of you to give a big warm welcome to Will Darrikson. He's gonna be auditioning today so Will whenever you're ready come on up."
I was uninterested until the boy opened his mouth, then I couldn't NOT pay attention, his voice was beautiful and now that I saw him, so was he. He had jet black hair which was feathered and hung just below his ears, much like Sam but actually styled better. From where I was sitting his eyes looked green underneath heavy eyelashes and he was smiling with one of the brightest smiles I had ever seen. Well at least one the brightest since Blaine...oh Blaine. No stop it! Pay attention to this beautiful boy who just began singing one of your favourite songs!
Will had a guitar slung over his shoulders and was strumming away and letting his smooth baritone voice carry the beginning verse of 'Edleweiss' from The Sound of Music; my absolute favourite musical! He was taller than me which surprised me because well aside from Finn and Mike everyone was shorter than him but he was built more like Puck, his shoulders broad.
I kind of got lost in the song and this now seemingly gorgeous boy performing before I knew it was over and everyone was applauding. I snapped myself out of it only to look over at Will who was shaking congratulatory hands with welcoming him aboard. My gay-dar was going off but it had been unreliable in the past so I wasn't going to get my hopes up that was until his eyes locked on me and he gave me the slightest he nod and a wink. Holy shit...did he just subtly hit on me?
"Ok ok guys calm down, Will take a seat over there beside Kurt and Mercedes please, we've got a lot of work to do if we're going to retake our national title. Let's get to work!"
Will sat down beside me and extended a hand, "Hi, I'm Will." I took it trying to sound as confident as possible, "Kurt, pleasure."
"Kurt? That's a beautiful name, and the pleasure is all mine." I could tell that I fell for this guy right then and there; here was the distraction I had been waiting for.
So that was the day I met Will and yes we started sort of dating within a few days. Mercedes and Rachael were both very worried about me because I just seemed to fall into a pattern with him that was so very Blaine familiar. We'd sing duets together, get coffee everyday, and just spend every moment we could have together. The only difference was that Will and I expressed our feelings for one another right off the bat. I liked him; he liked me, it was that simple. So I had a boyfriend.
We had been dating for a few months and I had barely spoken to Blaine, well I actually still hadn't spoken to him at all but we emailed very infrequently and besides Will said he didn't like it when I messaged him. Will didn't seem like the jealous type even when I told him everything about Blaine, I wanted to be honest with him, he just said something about my mood changing when I mentioned or messaged him. I guess I had to understand his point though, this was the only other guy who was gay that I had ever fallen for, except I was a little unnerved when he gripped my arm a little too forcefully away from my phone one day when I was texting him.
It was probably nothing, so I just shrugged it off as a random happenstance. Unfortunately those occasions of forceful talk and slight verbal aggression were becoming frequent when I messaged Blaine. I tried to hide that I still said hi to him every once in a while but it seemed to make will angry. So I just tried to not message him much at all but I was beginning to feel a little wary of Will's mood swings when other men spoke to me or if I mentioned another guy I knew, Hell he was even a little unsure about Puck when he first me him.
But I just let it slide; that is until one night just after nationals at the end of the school year when we all went to Rachael's again, after flying back from Boston, to try and have a celebratory party at Puck's insistence. I have to say that we all got a little drunk; I mean I was just tipsy and feeling pretty good but I could tell Will and Puck had gone drink for drink.
I had sent a text to Blaine right after the performance to tell him we'd won nationals again; hey it was about glee, the one topic that still seemed to keep our friendship alive, and he was delayed at sending back his reply. I mean it took him a day and a half until I saw the response during the festivities at Rachael's.
B – That's awesome Kurt, I wish I had been there to cheer you on ;)
That was a little more friendly than normal so I played along, having my abandon taken away by booze.
K- Ya it would've been nice seeing you in the audience cheering me on again. ;)
That wasn't too forwards was it? Apparently not from Blaine's standards.
B - Awww Kurt, do you miss me? Cuz I miss you ;)
What? Was he messing with me, was I dreaming? We hadn't spoken or texted like this in basically years now, but this could be an interesting conversation.
K – Of course I do dummy! I never stopped missing you, how could I?
His response was almost instantaneous
B – You never cease to make me smile Kurt. God I miss you. Why did I ever leave you?
That was all I got to say before my phone was ripped out of my hands and thrown across the empty bedroom I had retreated to so I could message him. Will looked furious, his eyes were blazing.
"WAS THAT HIM? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON BETWEEN YOU TWO? DO YOU THINK I'M BLIND OR SOMETHING KURT?"
I had never seen him like this, he looked so primal so angry, a far cry from the man with the silken baritone voice who would kiss me with so much passion. This was a different Will and he scared me.
"Will, baby look...I was just talking to him about Nationals, it was nothin.." but his hand connected with my face at that point, striking me hard, I looked back at him with tears in my eyes, completely dazed at what had just happened.
"Oh my god Kurt...oh honey I'm sorry I don't what came over me...oh god your face I'm so sorry...I just" I just continued to stare at him, I didn't know what to say so I went to walk away.
He tried to hold me but I violently moved away from him. This may not have been the best idea because he moved towards me so fast gripping both of my wrists which were now starting to burn with the grasp they had on me.
"Stop it, Will your hurting me! Let me go!"
I tried as hard as I could but I couldn't break free, "You're mine Kurt, mine! Blaine let you go, he never cared about you the way that I do and it makes me sick to think that you still even give him the time of day! He never wanted you!"
My wrists definitely had bruises on them now.
"Blaine cared about me, he's my friend and that's ..."
The pain at that moment became a hundred times worse as his fist connected with my nose which was too much for me to keep fighting against. I slumped against the wall he had me pressed against and I felt myself giving up, that was until my phone buzzed from the other side of the room.
He bolted over to it, letting me out of his iron grasp and all but ran to get to it and this was my chance, I ran at him and kicked him square in the knee, causing him to collapse on the floor in obvious pain.
"AH FUCK KURT! YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU ARE GONNA PAY FOR THAT YOU LITTLE SLUT!"
Not even letting his words hurt me further I grabbed my abused cell phone and ran out of the room and down the stairs, trying to hold back the blood from my obviously broken nose. I tried to ignore the concerned looks on my friends faces that weren't too drunk to notice my state, or the screaming of my boyfriend from upstairs and ran out the front door. I got in my car and started it without even thinking I shouldn't be driving because I was a little drunk, but the adrenaline took over as I raced back to my dad.
Oh god my dad. He had been supportive of my relationship with Will even though he constantly reminded to be careful. He never said in so many words that he didn't like Will but he never said that he thought Will was right for me. What would he say now? I couldn't have him worried about this but I needed to tell him, I needed his help... I just needed my dad right now.
As I pulled into the all too familiar driveway and I felt better just knowing I was home, my sobs slowing into irregular breaths instead of weeping heaves. I tried to calm myself and wipe my bleeding nose with the tissues from my glove compartment before I went inside and that's when I remember my phone had buzzed again.
B – Kurt I'm sorry if that was too personal of me; I just got carried away.
B – Kurt? I just miss you, are you ok?
I started to cry again looking at these messages. He did still care, he did. Even after all this time he at least cared about me still. I sent him back another message before I even realized I sent it.
K – Blaine I miss you too, and I really wish you were here right now, I need a shoulder to cry on. No it wasn't too forward but I have to go deal with some stuff right now, I'll text you later
He must have been waiting right by his phone because he messaged back immediately.
B – Ok Kurt. Be safe and keep in touch. I am always here despite
Knock knock knock
My dad had obviously seen my car pull up because now he was freaking out banging on my window relentlessly
"Kurt! Kurt kiddo what the hell happened?"
I ran out of my car and all but knocked him over with a sobbing bone crushing hug where I let all of my emotions overtake me, in his strong familiar arms.
(BPOV)
I was having a bad week, well kind of a bad year really. I had never gotten over the initial shock of moving here away from my family, friends, never mind Kurt. I really missed him despite everything but he like myself was trying to get on with life. I had moved into a fairly small 2 bedroom apartment which thankfully my father for some reason decided to pay for and after much deliberation I figured I'd just let sleeping dogs lie and let him pay for it. Its not like the man had ever done much for me emotionally anyway.
I had found a job waiting tables at a very busy coffee shop just outside the reach of the NYU campus. It was a very comfortable place and after a fairly lengthy month of begging the owner decided to let me play my guitar and sing for the patrons on Wednesday, and Friday evenings as well as Sunday afternoons if I wished. They wouldn't really pay me for this but increased my regular salary a little and let me keep my tips. It became a normal routine for me even though I was still very much home sick.
I had tried out for a few off Broadway productions that were having open casting calls but nothing ever seemed to really work out for me.
Despite the working, the performances three times a week and the endless hunt for a better singing gig I was lonely.
Thankfully the world brought me Jessica. My little angel, who was witty, and absolutely crazy. She had taken over the managers position in the early winter just before Chirstmas and we hit it off right way. She was 21 at that point so only a couple years older than me, about 5'1" if she's lucky with ginger hair and a small but muscular frame. She also taught yoga twice a week even though she did it more for the workouts than the money. Her smile was almost as radiant as her wit and we quickly became great friends.
I had poured my heart out to that little woman, telling her about my tales from Ohio, my friends and dreams of becoming a performer, my secret aspirations to becoming a human rights lawyer but never truly thinking I had the grades, but mostly about Kurt.
She had laughed at me because I honestly never told her I was gay until much later but she just shrugged it off saying she could tell just from looking at me. She later explained to me that she was a lesbian and that 'we opposites tend to register one another at first glance'.
She became my new rock; we were inseparable; she eventually moving into the extra room I had in my apartment so she could save money on rent because she was planning on opening her own Yoga studio soon, or at least she hoped she would.
So it was, I had a comfortable existence with a new friend in my small apartment in New York. Instead of the glamourous life I had planned living in a ritzy neighbourhood performing to a sold out crowd nightly, I was living in a 2 bedroom apartment near the university, with a lesbian flat mate and working in a coffee house. Sounds like a bad novel synopsis if you ask me. I really was just lonely.
As if to remedy this Jess has set me up on a few dates here and there but nothing seemed right, I never felt that way about them really. The two times it got kind of serious were with Kyle and most recently Jon.; both of whom either broke up with me via text or cheated on me. Thankfully I had never fully had sex with either of them or it would have made things worse. This was my life; boring and kind of loveless. Thank god I had Jess.
On one night in June, Jess and I were sitting at home having a few glasses of wine. I had just found out about Jon cheating on me and well it got to me. Jess decided we needed to have a much needed girls night to "bitch it out" as it were. So she ranted that Jon was a douche and not really good enough for me anyway and despite the sheer rant of it, she did make me feel better. Maybe it was the bottle of wine that helped too but I wasn't sure.
I had also heard from Kurt the previous day. He and the ND had recaptured there national title and I had debated on responding to him because honestly I was still scared to say what I truly felt to the man. I mean, Kurt had told me about Will and even though there was a pang of jealousy in the pit of my stomach I was happy that he had moved on.
It wasn't until the wine was finished that Jess had finally had enough of my indecisiveness.
"Oh come on B, just text him already, you'll beat yourself up if you don't!"
"I dunno Jess, what should I say?"
"Jesus B, just respond normally."
So I gulped down my fear along with the rest of my wine and just sent back the first thing that popped in my head.
Kurt responded pretty quickly and he seemed in a really good mood so I used the opportunity to flirt a little, missing the way we used to do this in high school. The flirting was so much fun and Jess seemed proud of herself as she watched my face light up as I talked to him...but then it stopped abruptly and I panicked. Did I push too far? So I sent another couple messages hoping to make amends if I overstepped my boundaries. Then I waited all the while trying to ignore the 'relax B, he's probably busy with the new directions or something' chants that Jess was throwing in my direction.
He eventually responded with a message that terrified me slightly even though I think it was meant to comfort me.
"Jess?" she looked up from the laptop she was staring at, "Yea?"
"He sounds...hurt? Do you think he's ok?"
"Well what did he say?"
"He said he missed me and that he wished I was there but he needed to deal with some stuff. I just told him I was here if he needed me. Should I push?"
She seemed to concentrate on that really hard and shook her head, "No Blaine...leave him be for a bit. He'll message you when he's ready, besides now that the ice is broken you can try messaging him more often."
I just settled back into the chair I was in and considered it and smiled. I hope he's ok but I knew that things could get better now; I had hope.
(KPOV)
That night had been hard. I cried most of the night with my dad and Carol fussing over me as well ad Finn when he got home. Finn had grabbed me into a huge brotherly hug chanting at me, "why did you come to me, I good have protected you."
Will had tried to call and come over repeatedly but my dad basically chased him off with the shot gun and threatened to call the police if he didn't stay away from me. It was only at my insistence that dad didn't press charges.
The last week of school wasn't even a week for me. I went back for my 3 remaining exams and my graduation. Will was there, but he never even made eye contact with me; I guess that had to do with Finn and Puck acting like my own versions of overly bulky bookends. After graduation I was sitting in my room sifting through old year book and photos and I wondered how Blaine was. I hadn't said much to him in a few days. Only the reassuring messages that I was ok, and that it was just a family issue that had me messed up the other night. I needed a Blaine hug; no one ever hugged like he did.
Just then my dad came into my room, knocking of course, "Hey kiddo happy graduation!"
"Thanks dad, what's up?"
He just shuffled his feet and handed me the envelopes that he had for me behind his back.
"What are those?" I took them from him and realized they were my college acceptance letters that I had sent off months ago.
"Oh my god, oh my god dad! When did these get here?"
"Couple days ago...but I thought I would wait till grad day...come on open'em kid!"
So I did and I got into all 3 of the Ohio universities, as I started jumping up and down squealing at an octave that I'm sure probably offended my dad.
"whoa whoa whoa kiddo hold up hold up.." I stopped bouncing as he handed me another letter. It was from NYU. I was stunned.
"Dad I never applied there! We can't afford the tuition there, did...did you send this?"
"Yup, I copied your entrance letter and application forms from your other applications, you said you wanted to major in fashion and minor in music and there's no better school or city for that than New York. I hope its an acceptance letter kid. I did this for you."
I opened it up with trembling fingers, could this be really be happening? I mean New York? I had to look twice at the letter before I dropped it on the ground.
"Kurt?"
"Dad...I-I-I...got in!" I threw my arms around my dad and he just laughed at me.
"I'm proud of you kid, and before you argue we can afford it." he pulled me away and looked into my eyes, "kid your mom and I put away quite a bit of money for you for college and now that you got into basically the school of your dreams; we can afford it. Your mom would've wanted nothing less."
I pulled him back into another giant hug, "I love you dad"
"I love you too kid...and hey ya know what bud?"
Through watery eyes I cocked my head , "what dad?"
He laughed all be it a little nervously then said, " you're moving to New York!"
Oh crap, oh my geez, in a few weeks I was moving to New York! Oh good Gaga!
Yay we're up to present time! Woo...soooo whatcha think? I know it was long but I had a lot to cover. Happy Glee Finale everyone!
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