AN: A little Klaine before the writers screwed them up. Inspired by lyrics from"What Dreams Are Made Of" by Hilary Duff
"So what are you going to do now?"
I ask the question softly, not wanting to start a fresh flow of tears now that Kurt had finally stopped crying over his NYADA rejection.
"I don't know," he replied, not moving his head from it's position against my shoulder. His voice is filled with such dejection and hopelessness that I'm scared. Scared that this latest disappointment in his life filled with them will be too much, which was why I had done something that Kurt didn't yet know about.
Tightening my hold on him, I press him closer to me. Kurt is my one shining light in my world. The one person who has accepted me for who I am from the moment he laid eyes on me. Even when I turned out not to be exactly what he thought I was at first, or when my stupidity and carelessness has caused him pain, Kurt has never lost faith in me and never stopped loving me. He's my lighthouse in the cold world in which we live, and I can't lose that.
"We'll figure something out," I tell him, echoing the words I had said to him following the election disappointment. "There is more than one way to Broadway."
"Maybe I'm not cut out for Broadway. Maybe I was always meant to follow in my Dad's footsteps."
"Would that be such a bad thing. Your Dad is a pretty awesome person. I know I wouldn't love you any less if you decided to stay here in Lima and run the shop."
"Maybe not, but music is my passion."
"Then don't give up on it. Nothing worthwhile ever came easy. Cooper faced plenty of set-backs and look at him now - he's filming his first movie. How you get there doesn't matter, as long as you get there and I'm behind you no matter what you decide."
"I love you," Kurt replies.
"Good, because we both have auditions at Six Flags next week for their summer musical. I know it isn't Broadway but it's something we can do together."
"You're kidding, right?" Kurt asked, tilting his head up at me.
"Nope. Come on, it'll be fun and will keep you occupied this summer without having to work at your Dad's shop."
"But the costumes are always so cheesy."
"You survived Dalton's dress code, so I think you can survive some bad costumes. Please?"
"Fine, but I only do it if we both make it. I'm not about to make a fool out of myself alone."
"Deal," I tell him, leaning down and pressing my lips to his. I don't know what the future has in store for us but I do know that happiness is spending that future with Kurt.