A/N : I will write a closing statement at the end of this, so for now...thank you for the feedback and enjoy the second part of the epilogue. Bring on the smuff! And Happy Bittersweet Glee Finale Day :) :(
Song List : Well here's the funny thing...the song is a compilation of songs that make up a symphony.
** Full list of the songs at the end of the chapter because I don't want to spoil it here. If you want to head to the end and grab the song list then please feel free to read along when I insert the (**), but note to self...the opus is about a half hour long :D Love ya! xx
Bittersweet Symphony
Epilogue Part 2
(BPOV)
"Make love to me Blaine. I'm yours."
When was I going to realize that shaking my head wouldn't make me hear things? I knew what he said and the look on his face was so serious that if it weren't for his lust blown pupils I wouldn't have known how he really felt.
His eyes were a darkened aqua almost, sparkling with stars that gave me pride knowing I had put them there. He was really asking me for what I thought he was? He wanted to give me control...over us, over him? Today had been so much already, almost too much but I couldn't deny that I wanted this, but as I stood holding my boyfriend in the middle of what was our new living room, I knew I had to double check.
"Are you s-sure Kurt? I mean we don't mmmmph..." Kurt didn't wait for me to even get the sentence out before he launched at me, veritably kissing me senseless.
"Kurt...I just...mmm"
It was my last attempt at getting any words out, not that I was probably making any sense, because god I had missed this, missed the mouth that could make my heart flutter wildly with the simplest smile, or twist my gut uncontrollably with a lust I had never known before I met him.
He pulled back from the kiss slowly, running his tongue along my bottom lip in the most erotic way, and there seemed to be something different in the way Kurt was holding me, kissing me, and it definitely wasn't in a bad way, but more of a relaxed but intense longing.
His slightly tense posture gave way to a softer almost needy feel, and it made my heart swell that he seemed to finally relax, especially in the safest place I could find for him; my arms.
When he stopped kissing me and I must have looked like an idiot, my lips moving forward with my eyes still closed, chasing the feel of his endowed lips like they were my own personal drug. Looking up finally at him, the swirling in his blue almost grey eyes now, probably complimented the passionate honey oil colour of mine when he spoke.
"I'm sure Blaine. You promised to show me what it was like, and I need you to show me."
That was all the confirmation I needed. I closed the gap between our lips again, but this time I used some of my weight to push him back down the hall. I had no idea where I was going but Kurt seemed to, and without letting his lips falter from mine, our hands and arms utterly preoccupied with finding familiar spots to feel, touch, and grasp on one another, we moved clumsily but with purpose into what seemed like a small hallway, then a large room.
It was like a smaller suite within a suite, decorated with deep reds, black, white and oak stained a dark walnut. It was beautiful, both classic and modern, a complete mix of Kurt and I, and I could tell he had put a lot of thought into this room.
My appreciation for the room was blurred by the incredible man who seemed to be giving himself to me more with every second, his hands just as insistent as my own as we stumbled into the room, still attached at the mouth, as I began to unbutton his cardigan. It was as if the clothing gods were mad at me, the small buttons not wanting to undo fast enough, and Kurt chuckled lightly giving me a hand at removing the garment.
I grumbled about his layers being difficult and even though I couldn't hear it I'm sure he said something about fashion coming first.
Sliding it off his shoulders, I pressed my hands along the hard muscles of his shoulders, massaging them as I removed the shirt completely, only detaching my mouth from Kurt's so we could both breathe for the first time in a what seemed like a long time.
Opening his eyes again, I watched as so many emotions played across his face; worry, love, lust, but there was no hesitation nor fear and that warmed me more than any sound I could have ever heard again.
I smiled at him, reaching one hand up to cup his cheek, and instinctively he closed his eyes and used one hand to hold me there in place, for a second before tracing it down his neck. Moving my hand to his throat I looked him in the eyes, and I could feel him speak as his mouth moved.
"I love you... touch me." He continued with renewed confidence, our bodies lose but not touching save his hand that held mine as it slowly brushed down the front of his button up, me feeling the toned abdomen Kurt hid beneath his layers, his abs flexing at the touch, before settling on his belt.
"I trust you", he said. It couldn't have been more than a whisper, but I knew those lips well, and the words were clearer in my head than they could have ever been aloud.
I leaned in and kissed the warmth of his lips again, savouring each moment that we were connected, almost as if we parted it would be the last chance either of us had at such bliss again. He trusted me and I trusted him, this would be about letting go, giving in, and showing the other exactly what it meant to be loved; truly loved.
We helped each other out of our clothes, barely letting our mouths detach for a second before the electric reconnection happened again. His button up lay at the foot of the bed, joined by my slacks and polo shirt a few moments later, the incessant need for us both to feel the heated flesh under our clothes and to touch the other was almost too hard to handle. Our movements became rushed, almost desperate as we removed the last of our garments, boxer briefs left abandoned on the floor at the foot of our new bed.
Kurt stepped closer into my arms, the familiar hot weight of his arms around my neck, the sizzling feel of our chests touching caused a groan to form in my throat which Kurt swallowed down, eager to taste me as much as feel our bodies together.
This was were I belonged, neither one of us having any barriers, emotionally or physically. Despite being so exposed I never felt safer than this. Safe because I had Kurt's heart so close to mine, the rhythmic synchronicity of the beats keeping tempo with the languid thrusts of our tongues over teeth and lips. It was hot, sensual and so intimate and revealing that I felt us joined together more than we ever have before.
Knowing that Kurt wanted me to take care of him, show him what a beautiful moment it was to be made love to by another, and I would gladly accept this offer and make damn sure I did it right.
I placed him down on the bed, following so I could lay directly on top of him. The instant our cocks touched made me shiver, it had been too long since I felt my lover like this, too long had it been since I could literally have all of myself touching all of him.
I kissed him then, letting my hands wander and encouraging his to do the same, the incessant want subsiding as I took my time worshipping his mouth, then moving down to the neck I loved to mark, and secretly knew Kurt loved it when I did.
He carded his hands through my very short hair, careful to ignore the scar which was still quite sensitive but moving to the nape of my neck where he massaged and groaned as I sucked on his neck and collarbone. I moved away from one of my favourite places on Kurt to explore and love the rest of him with no hesitation but I was in no rush.
I kissed down the very light smattering of dark blond chest hair, using my tongue to taste the small pink nipples and absolutely loving the way Kurt tensed and shuddered at the feel of my tongue on him. My hands ghosted down his sides, pausing over ever small indent from his ribs, and down the gentle curve of his waist to settle on his hips.
His breathing was getting harder, and I knew where he wanted the most attention. Looking down slightly at the hard, flushed and now lightly weeping erection of the man I loved reminded me just how gorgeous all of this man really was.
Looking up at him through heavy lashes, I saw his face was a light pink, one of his hands was over his head threaded through his hair and he looked completely debauched but so utterly relaxed that I couldn't but smile that he trusted me this much, laying there completely vulnerable, his cock resting almost on my chin, as he let me massage his thighs.
Leaning down the urge to taste him and no long tease him with my proximity took over. I circled his head with my tongue and the gaping vibrations from the shock of contact reverberated through his whole body. Lapping at the sensitive crown, swirling my tongue thoroughly enjoying his taste, I slowly lowered my head down his shaft and then back up again.
There was no rush in my want, so I alternated teasing and licking, letting myself fall deep down on his cock until it hit the back of my throat. I held his lips down, knowing if I didn't his instincts would have taken over and I would've choked. I loved how I could tell that Kurt was slowly losing it all because of my mouth; and I had just began to show him the attention he deserved.
Slowly and not without taking my time loving the underside and sensitive frenum at the base of crown, I removed my lips, placing a tender kiss to the top. I stroked him lightly, looking up at him probably looking quite debauched myself until Kurt made eye contact with me.
"Do we have lube here Kurt?"
He fumbled with the hand that was on my shoulder to look under the pillows somewhat exasperated. He had a triumphant smile on his face when he found the unopened bottle under the pillows and then shyly handed it to me, his breathing picking up but the smile never faltering.
It always amazed me...the little things Kurt did. Here we were naked as ever, me between his legs, my lips swollen from kissing him and knowingly sucking his dick, with my hand still stroking up his length lightly and Kurt was still blushing when I noticed that he had something like this planned. He was too god damn cute sometimes.
I took the bottle and set it between his legs but I never broke eye contact with him. He needed to see and hear me say what I was about to.
"I'm going to make you feel so good baby. You're so beautiful Kurt, I'm just so lucky to have you."
Kurt smiled and even through the physical attention I was giving him, he managed to get a sentence out that I could see.
"No I'm the lucky one. Love you, please Blaine, I need you."
If only I could have heard those words, but I never thought I would see them, so before my heart burst with a happiness that I couldn't describe, I leaned up and kissed him quickly but passionately so he knew how I felt for even a fraction of a second.
Moving down his body again, I spent less time land making before settling my head over his cock once more, taking it in my mouth again, feeling its weight for a second before releasing him coated in my spit making the small strokes easier.
I lowered my head further, teasing my tongue past his shaft to the sensitive skin of his sac. I didn't have to hear him to know that his breath hitched. Not moving my head I peeked over his pelvis and saw that even tough he had his eyes closed he knew I was watching; and he nodded for me to continue.
I laved at his sensitive skin, moving my wet tongue over his perineum, loving how strong Kurt's scent was here. I slowly traced my tongue along the small puckered entrance, the heady taste driving me forward to make sure Kurt enjoyed this as much as I was.
His breathing picked up and I felt him shift. Looking up for a second I saw him propped on his elbows, watching me, almost gasping for breath, but his one hand shot out to hold me head in place. His approval only spurred me on as I leaned back continually lapping at his hole before stiffening my tongue and pushing it against the ring of muscles with light pressure. I knew Kurt's body so well but even in this new position I could feel him start to relax the more I opened him with only my tongue.
I couldn't wait any longer and pulled back to grab the lube where I had rested it between his thighs, popping the cap and spreading way more lube than was probably necessary on my fingers.
Kurt somehow had managed to not collapse on the bed when I was rimming him, but his bottom lips was so swollen from I could tell he had been biting it.
"You ready my love?"
"Oh god yes...please Blaine...please."
Not taking my eyes off of him, I lowered one hand to his hole while the other grabbed his cock. Both my hands made contact at the same time and Kurt dropped his whole body onto the bed with a surrendered moan that was probably louder than anything I'd heard from him, I just had to imagine what it would have sounded like. His mouth was making a permanent 'o' shape as I slowly eased my one finger in to the knuckle. Feeling him tense I lowered my head to his cock again, trying to get him to enjoy the intrusion and forget about anything negative his brain was conjuring up. It seemed to work as I felt his muscles slowly relax. He was so tight, and as much as I was salivating thinking about how amazing it would feel to have my own painfully hard erection in that tight heat, I pushed past it to get Kurt prepped properly. Nothing was more important.
I slowly built up a rhythm, my one finger moving in easily after a few minutes, so I released his dick from my mouth, and looked up for confirmation.
"More baby? You look so gorgeous like this honey."
Amidst Kurt's panting I made out a nod in my direction, so I continued moving the one finger, this time faster as I coated my hand as it moved with more lube, it wasn't needed, but I wanted to make sure.
Surely it was a little cold when I carefully added the second finger, and Kurt made a small pained face as I started to work him open carefully with both fingers, but slowly the light grimace turned lustful.
Seeing him lose it like this was just enough to egg me on, he had to know there was very little pain when prepping was done properly and he deserved to feel the overwhelming pleasure that he gave me every single time our roles were reversed. I crooked my fingers up, finding the gland I was looking for without much trouble and Kurt arched off the bed almost as if he was possessed merely from the brush of fingers over the nerve bundle.
Kurt was swearing, I couldn't stop watching his lips, memorizing they way he would say my name and then mumble expelatives every once in a while, as I repeatedly brushed his prostate and scissored him open. He was so lost in his own world that he didn't seem to really notice when I added my third finger all that much. He instinctively relaxed himself making my decision that he was stretched enough a lot easier.
I pulled my fingers from him, wiping them on my thigh and not the new sheets ( Kurt would kill me later), and crawled back over top of Kurt who's whole upper body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. The sex bedhead that I love to see him sport was only intensified from where he had been pulling on it and fuck was it sexy.
We kissed, all tongue and force and I knew what he was asking for, and I was so willing to give it, to show him how good he makes me feel. I didn't want to disconnect lips though, and missionary was painful and harder to get used to for a first time such as this, so I decided on a little bit of both, something Kurt and I hadn't tried yet, but the intimacy would so be worth it. Reluctantly I removed my lips from his for only a second to roll the condom onto my dick after some fumbling with the wrapper. I lubed myself up, Kurt helping me which almost made my come instantly from his touch and moved to lie beside him pulling his back against my chest. Kurt hummed, the sound reverberating through his chest where I held him, and I knew this was the perfect position for us.
I lined myself up with his entrance, Kurt bending his knee to make it easier for me as I wrapped the arm I wasn't propped up on around his stomach to lay flat on his abs, when Kurt turned his head to face me. It was such an intimate position, one for lovers, not one to just fuck in. I lowered my mouth to his as I pushed slowly into him. Kurt's mouth opened against mine, feeling the sensation of being filled slowly as I rubbed soothing circles on his stomach and hushed words. His one hand laced with mine as I finally bottomed out inside him.
The tightness surrounding me was so intense that my vision was a little blurry and I felt a groan or a growl, I wasn't sure, leave my lips pouring into Kurt's mouth which was still lazily attached to mine. However much I wanted to move, it was so crucial that I didn't, he needed to be in control even it was Kurt bottoming, he had to tell me when he was okay enough for me to move.
I could read ever flicker in his eyes, every twitch his body made against mine, and not before long I looked into his eyes which were filled with so much want that I knew he was ready.
I kissed him again pulling out ever so slightly before moving forward. I kept up this tiny pace for a while before I felt Kurt shift a little and he began to push against me, squeezing my hand in reassurance. I moved my mouth from his and attached it to his neck, loving the way he stretched out his long neck for me to give me all the access I wanted. He threaded his hand back to my head as I moved mine to his hips as I began to thrust into him in a steady rhythm.
Kurt seemed to be lost in a lust induced trance, I could only imagine the beautiful noises he was making, if they were anything like the gorgeous twitches and gasps I could feel and see. I played my hand along his hipbone, grasping there to gain a little more leverage as I changed my position a little. Kurt gasped and I knew this position would take advantage of thickness I had; all that mattered was seeing Kurt like this, arched and in ecstasy.
"God Kurt..."
I moved my hand under his bent leg and lifted it up, enjoying the new depth it gave me and Kurt was far from complaining. He had turned his head, needing have his lips on me and that spurred on my pace. What started out as slow and savoured was slowly turning into a faster pace of needy desire, and the way that Kurt was pushing down on me, impaling himself deeper on me every thrust it seemed, was driving me insane.
On one particularly hard thrust Kurt must have wailed in bliss, the vibrations through our joined mouths had me know he was so close so I redoubled my efforts.
The pace was fast but so loving, so intimate it could have been completely delicate but with the rush of the pending end catching up to us, our desperation for each other grew. Kurt chanted my name into my mouth on every thrust. I didn't need to hear him to know what he was saying, his mantra pushing me closer to the edge that he seemed to be falling off of quickly.
I let go of his knee and in silent agreement he reached for my hand again, and it was if that contact alone made Kurt lose it, and I did't even have to touch his cock. Kurt came in an arch of pure bliss, spasming against the sheets and his whole body against my sweaty one and it was as if he had let go of absolutely everything in that one moment.
Seeing him like this, the glistening flush of his entire body succumbing to a pleasure I gave him, combined with the impossibly tight clench of him around me literally pulled my orgasm from me after only a few more thrusts.
I came so hard biting down on his neck lightly as we both stuttered and shook through the power of something so intense. It took a long while before we both stopped shaking in aftershock, but the need to pull out would have to wait until I kissed him again.
Kurt looked so happily exhausted when he turned his upper body with a mild wince to look at me. I furrowed my brow at the short look of mild discomfort on his face, but his expression quickly changed to a sated but elated smile. He brought his left arm up from under his to awkwardly cup my face and held me there before kissing me quickly through our laboured breaths.
"I love you, that was...p-perfect."
I grinned a dopey smile at him because I couldn't love him more, as I wiped the damp hair that had fallen on his forehead back up into the rest of his hair. I pulled out slowly, making sure to treat every tender part of him with the utmost aftercare, before snuggling down and enjoying the rest of the day in the arms of man I knew loved me more than I could have ever thought possible. And the feeling was mutual...more than mutual.
"I love you Kurt."
Kurt snuggled into me once more, this time with his head propped up in my chest as he played with the hair there, " I love you more, every day. Welcome home baby."
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7 months later...
(KPOV)
Okay I really hated hospitals but at least now they had comfortable chairs. Since Blaine and I had spent more than enough spare time in hospitals over the years, we decided to buy and donate a new set of couches and chairs for all the waiting rooms at New York Presbyterian. Although even though I was now more comfortable, I knew that the waiting still sucked. Blaine had his surgery yesterday in the late afternoon to have his implant put in.
We had opted out of going to France, but instead used that time to book the surgery he was dying to try; his cochlear implant. We would take a full European tour sometime soon, maybe when I was off on break, but I knew how much he wanted this. Even though I had picked up sign language pretty well over the last few months, I knew he wanted to give everything a shot if only it meant he could just hear music or my voice even the tiniest bit again. So here I was.
Despite the doctor saying the surgery had gone well, the overnight period had been crucial to see if the body wanted to reject the implant or not. I had been there when he woke up for the few hours before closing time and I hadn't really been able to see him conscious, the anaesthetic seemed to wear him out a lot this time. I had been told that it was normal and to just come back today for his discharge once the doctor had time to access the implant's functionality with his auditory response in the morning.
So here I was again, waiting for Blaine in the hospital but this time I was by myself. I wanted to this to be a private affair, just Blaine and I, we would let others come and visit us once we were home.
"Kurt?" I looked up to see a very familiar face and form, one wearing full scrubs this time, his stethoscope hanging loosely around his neck
"Good morning Dr. Rosenberg, how my favourite guy this morning?"
"A pain in my ass honestly, he really wants to get out of here."
I chuckled because I knew all to well about Blaine's childish impatience, it was one the most infuriating and endearing qualities he had.
"Can I see him? Is he ready to go home?" Jon smiled and ushered for me to follow him along the corridor before stopping at Blaine's room.
"His paper work is all done, but why don't you let him tell you himself. I've set up an appointment for him in a week. It was great seeing you Kurt, go take that boy home. Oh and Kurt...Santana has your discharge instructions for you at the desk. She said to, in her words, " Tell porcelain to get the hobbit out of here, we need the beds.' I honestly don't know what to really say to that." He was chuckling when I rolled my eyes at Tana's 'charm'.
"Thanks Jon."
"Your welcome Kurt, I'll be seeing you."
I opened the familiar door yet again and walked in this time with no hesitation. Blaine was sitting on the edge of the bed, his track pants already back on and he was fiddling with the strings at the back of his gown, kind of like a cat chasing yarn, it was almost too cute to interrupt.
"Oh Blaine." I said it before I realized I did, but what shocked me was that Blaine turned around.
"Hi honey...uh can you help please?"
"Blaine?" He smiled wide. "You-you c-can hear m-me?"
"Not perfectly but yes I can..." He got up and came closer looking tired but happy. "You're really cute when you stutter baby."
"I love you." I didn't think anything else would have been more perfect to say at that moment and the realization from Blaine was heartwarming when closed his eyes and smiled.
"I love you too. I've waited a long time to hear that again."
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2 years later – Benefit Dinner and Concert for the Trevor Project
(BPOV)
The benefit dinner had been a huge success so far, Kurt and I being amongst the guests of honour I guess you could say, since we were considered handsome donors to the cause. It also meant that both him and I were allowed and welcome to perform as we saw fit. Kurt had performed a lot these days, and my god I wasn't complaining. Since the success of the initial implant surgery I had been bugging him to perform at any instance. Nothing made me as happy as I was when I heard Kurt sing, the only close second was when I got to compose and hear my own music come to life.
Since Kurt was now a graduated teacher, he had taken some time to evaluate what he wanted more closely. He took over for Sean as department head last year when Sean retired. During the off seasons though Kurt decided to give live performing a try again, and became a regular guest of the Metropolitan Opera, he said he had missed performing too much to let it slip away from him. He was happy, I was happy and tonight as we saw the money we had donated go to a cause we both believed in highly, znd I got to do something I hadn't been able to do in 2 years...show my work to the world.
I stood up on stage, nervous for so many reasons, but I found Kurt's eyes amongst the crowd which gave me the courage to finally speak up.
"Hello everyone, please bare with me, I will also have an announcement once this piece is done. Two and a half years ago I thought I was done with this piece, and was ready for the world to hear it. I rushed the ending, but now after much deliberation and experience, I can say my opus is finally ready for the world to hear. So if you will indulge me as I have this fine orchestra of talented students of mine, past and present, to perform for you my first full length composition entitled in honour of tonight's event, Bittersweet Symphony 1, "It Gets Better.", please enjoy."
(**)
With Zac on the piano, Koh on first violin, and some of my past student playing everything so splendidly, I was definitely glad that the events in my life infolded as they did, awaiting this moment to unveil my works to the world. I had written so many other compositions, one which the New York Philharmonic played last Christmas, but this piece had never been heard, and it's tormented undertones were perfect for the event, especially considering the way I finally ended it. Just like how my young life was ending and my adulthood was truly upon me, this piece would go off with a triumphant bang.
The applause was something that even with my limited echo-like hearing I could tell was well received. The success and pride I felt for my students was something I would never get over, nor was the surge of pride I felt in myself as I looked over at my extended family. Kurt, Burt, Carol, Rachel, Finn and their newborn Elijah who looked sound asleep, Cooper and his girlfriend Rose, all of them sitting around the table just beaming with pride that I choked up a little before I tried to speak.
"Thank you, thank you, umm I don't even know what to really say. I've always been better at expressing myself through music than in speech but I'll give it a try for you here, just be patient with me.
"The first time I played some of my own works publicly, it was a love letter to Kurt, the love of my life. The second concert although having a horrible aftermath was the time I got to hear my angel sing again...and this time it was for the greatest cause that my partner and our family could think of supporting. What this foundation does saves people from themselves and from the harshness the world throws at them, and I for one, having been through so much of that hatred and intolerance, can say that things really do get better.
"Sharing my pain and hopes through music can hopefully be an inspiration to some, and now I guess there's only one thing left to say. Kurt..."
I looked at him sitting there at the front table, his expression still filled with love but now a sense of curiosity.
"...your voice is the song my heart sang even when it wasn't aloud, and even when I couldn't hear it. Your heart was given to me freely even when it had been locked away for so long, and my life would never be complete without your strength, your guidance, or you love. So I can think of no other way of saying that I love you Kurt Hummel but then to simply say that I do. And in the presence of all these people, and all our family, who now know that you saved me from myself and taught me to live again, I ask you this. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, man of my dreams, will you be the man of my forever and be my husband?"
Kurt didn't even blink as the room went silent. He merely got up smiling and walked to end of the stage and look up at me raising his hands.
"You're so beautiful. I love you...and yes."
It was only when I jumped off the stage and enveloped him in a huge hug did the audience understand go crazy, cheering for us, and for the new life we were about to start...together.
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The future
(KPOV)
"Are you nervous babe? I asked Blaine.
"Pfff no." He was fidgeting with his hair, scowling that the salt and pepper mix was slightly turning more silver than I knew he liked.
"You are such a bad liar sweetie." I leaned came up him, facing the floor length mirror and lightly tousled his hair so that it fell more naturally, hiding the newly upgraded implant with his longer than usual curls.
"She's graduating Blaine, its a good day, not one to be nervous about, our little girl is gonna be fine, and Gabriel will meet us there."
We shared the mirror and I looked at our complexions. We were much older sure, 27 years later would do that to you, but we were still Kurt and Blaine, just a much more refined version of our younger selves. I fixed my unfortunately thinning hair, although I did still keep Kennedy's impeccable hair line throughout the years.
"You know our son hates it when you call him by his full name babe." I laughed lightly when I knew it was true, the number of temper tantrums our son had over being called Gabriel instead of Gabe was huge.
"I know but its a father's right to tease him; come one my dad did name me after a kid from the Sound of Music after all. Parents just have small victories over their kids, let me have this one."
Blaine was smiling that knowing smile we shared when we knew the other was right as he began to now fix his bow tie, he never seemed without one, still after all these years.
"Come on we're gonna be late for the graduation of one Miss Victoria Humel-Anderson."
"Doctor. Dr. Victoria Hummel-Anderson, she's not gonna let us live that down now ya know?"
"Hmm I know, she does have her father's pride for showmanship and diva-esque nature, always has. But to me she'll always gonna be Tori, the little 5 tear old who made her papa wear a princess crown for a week because she thought you looked pretty in it."
"Hey! I did look pretty dashing in that thing, not every guy can rock pink rhinestones. Come on like you didn't humour Gabe...like all the time talking about cars? You and your dad basically turned him into a gear head since day one."
I leaned him and kissed him, partly to shut him up so we could leave, and secondly because I could. I never took a moment with Blaine for granted and that was something that hadn't changed in so many years.
"We have good kids."
"Yeah we do...let's go see our baby graduate Kurt."
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"Hi I'm Tori Hummel-Anderson, and apparently I'm your valedictorian. Gosh it seems like only yesterday that I was playing dress up or house and thinking of some way I could outsmart my parents into letting me stay up late.
"But here I am, here we are, officially doctors, adults in our rights and ready to move on into lives and careers that were so daunting to us a few years ago. I could say that I'm proud, and trust me I am, but I'm also scared."
Tori paused and I could see a knowing grin that from behind her tamed and beautiful mass of dark curls , reminded me so much of her father.
"When I was little, I used to get nightmares, nothing in specific really, the usual mosters under my bed mostly, but there was always a story that my dads would tell me that would make me feel better. It was the story of how they met. It was funny, silly, and sometimes sad and completely embarrassing for my papa at times, but the story always made me feel better, it gave me hope. Hope that despite the adversity, and despite the bittersweet confusion that is life sometimes, you can always rely on the strength of oneself to pull you through. That's what life has taught me thus far, and that's what my dads have always taught me.
"And I know that going out into the world now, green and uncertain of what life will bring us, I can see that now matter what life throws our way, that things will be alright, as long as you have the strength to believe in yourself and to reach for the stars and know that life may not always be perfect but it's our lives to lead. I follow my dads' example. Be yourself, work hard at everything you do and things will turn out all right. There will be bumps in the road for sure but as long as we stay true to who we are, and the realistic goals we set as doctors and human beings...then there isn't anything that can stop us. Congratulations guys... we did it!"
As Tori through her cap in the air I leaned over to kiss my husband. After hearing our daughter's speech, and ignoring the groan from Gabe to our left at our cheesiness, we knew that our fight for each other and ourselves was a battle hard fought, but worth every minute.
After breaking apart we shared our own little conversation amidst the cheering in the background.
"I love you Kurt Hummel Anderson."
"I love you too Blaine Hummel Anderson. Forever. And forever isn't long enough."
Dropping my hands I linked them with his as we walked over to meet our kids and their grandparents.
Life was finally our own version of perfect, yes bittersweet at times, but perfect.
OH MY GOD GUYS! It's over and I'm tearing...what the FRAK! It's going to be like this all day I know but geez that was sweet even for me. I hope you liked it, take the time and send me a review since it's over. I love you all so much for your support in this, I will be virtually holding your hand tonight when we watch the finale.
Love, hope, and hugs from me to you. xoxo
The places I've mentioned and used are not mine, so any similarities to actual events or places and their names are being used purely in a fabricated fashion for this story alone. (Wow this disclaimer is soooo in the wrong place lol)
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Song list in order in which you need to listen to them for BB's symphony. I am trying to fade the song together to make one audio file to post on tumblr but if you listen to each piece back to back it has the same effect. ( It chronicles Blaine's life from his childhood, his coming out and his parents, to his realization in life, to Kurt, to his contentment with what life has given him.) You will recognize a few of the pieces from earlier chapters. It's so moving that I cry, because I'm a musically emotional git. :D xx PS- reminder its about 30 minutes total but so worth the emotions it invokes.
All the below songs are all by Bear McCreary...if you haven't noticed this story is kind of a love letter to the musical genius that is that man. xx
1. Elegy
2. Battlestar Sonatica
3. Allergo
4. Passacaglia
5. The Alliance
6. Passage of time
7. Kara Remembers
8. Roslin and Adama
9. So much life
10. Easterly View
Love you all again. Ta!