Alright, guys, it's the end of season two! (Season three starts airing tonight, YAY!) I'm so happy that I managed to finish the episodes from the second season before the start of the new season, because this is season two Klaine. Uninfluenced by whatever craziness is coming our way in season three! I'm sure events of season three will negate some of the things I made up along the way so far, but that's okay!
I'll explain a little bit about the future of this story at the end, but here at the beginning let me just say... I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)
(I do not own Glee or any of the characters, dialogue, or songs from the show. It's all just for fun!)
BLAINE
"Are you nervous?" Blaine grinned, turning briefly to look at Kurt, who was wringing his hands.
"Eyes on the road," Kurt cried, throwing his hands toward the front of the car, "I'm having enough transportation-related anxiety right now!"
Blaine couldn't hold back his laughter as he made a dramatic turn to watch the road again.
"I could die!" Kurt squealed, but Blaine could hear the amusement in his voice.
"Well, you have said on multiple occasions that you are dying to go to New York," Blaine teased, and Kurt pretended to burst into tears. Blaine reached over and took Kurt's hand in his. "It's going to be fine," he squeezed Kurt's hand tightly; "It's not a long flight, right? And you'll be so distracted by how beautiful everything is above the clouds that you won't even have time to be scared."
Kurt's silence said that he wasn't convinced. Blaine rubbed the back of Kurt's hand with his thumb, and there was a comfortable silence for a few minutes as both young men were lost in thought. As they drove into the airport, Kurt pulled Blaine's hand up, kissed it, and released it.
"You can just drop me off at the door, you know," Kurt said shyly, "everyone else will be here soon, if they're not here already."
"I am not going to dump you off at the door of the airport for your first-ever flight," Blaine chided gently as he parked the car, "And anyway, the only reason your dad let me bring you in the first place is if I promised not to let you out of my sight until you were safely in the security line."
They dragged Kurt's luggage into the airport, and Blaine knew better than to ask why Kurt needed two large suitcases for less than a week away.
"Kurt!" Mr. Schuester called to them as they entered the airport, and suddenly they were surrounded by the excited members of New Directions.
"Mr. Schu," Brittany grabbed their teacher's arm, "Don't look over there – he might see you; the Warblers sent a spy."
Blaine smiled brightly, "Hey, Brittany!" he motioned to Kurt and his multiple bags, "I'm just here as Kurt's boyfriend today."
Brittany scrutinized him for a moment before accepting his reasoning with a solemn nod. Blaine turned around to see Kurt blushing. He had a giant smile on his face. Blaine raised an eyebrow.
"Boyfriend," Kurt shrugged happily.
Blaine made a point to brush closely against Kurt as he moved to grab both of Kurt's bags and follow the rest of the group to the ticket counter.
Before they knew it, everyone was checked in and it was time for the McKinley students to pass through security to catch their flight. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and held him back momentarily. He could feel Kurt trembling, and he could see that Kurt's eyes were glimmering with unshed tears.
So, instead of saying anything, Blaine quickly stepped forward, took Kurt's face in his hands, and kissed him gently. He felt Kurt relax at his touch, and he smiled against Kurt's lips. After a moment, he pulled away from the kiss and wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck to pull him into a tight hug.
"Good luck at Nationals," he breathed into Kurt's ear.
Kurt's arms tightened around Blaine's waist and he leaned back, picking Blaine up off the ground for a moment. Blaine laughed as his feet touched the ground again.
As he released Kurt and stepped back, he could see that Kurt was still trying to hold himself together. Blaine felt his heart clench with affection. He grabbed Kurt's shoulders, turned him toward the security line, and nudged him gently forward.
Kurt didn't look back. Blaine watched him until he was out of sight.
As he was climbing into his car a few minutes later, his phone beeped. He pulled it out of his pocket, and smiled as he saw Kurt's name.
You were right. These were not the best shoes to wear through airport security. Don't even think about telling me 'I told you so'.
Blaine laughed as he remembered that particular conversation. Before he could type a response, another message from Kurt popped up on the small screen, and he knew that Kurt was going to be fine.
Thanks for knowing me so well. Coffee date when I get home?
BLAINE
"Hello?" Blaine answered his phone, excited to talk to Kurt. He had received a number of highly enthusiastic text messages from Kurt the previous day (New Directions' first in the city), but this was the first phone call. It was the night before the competition.
"I sang on a Broadway stage," Kurt gushed immediately, so quickly that Blaine thought he had misunderstood. He laughed.
"Woah, slow down! Say that again?"
"I. sang. on. a. Broadway. stage," Kurt repeated, pronouncing each word carefully and slowly.
"Do not lie to me, Kurt Hummel," Blaine said.
"It's not a lie!" Kurt squealed. "Guess which theater."
"I am not even going to humor you right now," Blaine scolded lightly.
"Blaine Anderson, you guess right now. I am serious."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Majestic," he guessed without much thought.
"No," Kurt giggled.
"Oh my god, you are not–"
"Guess again," Kurt was starting to sound slightly hysterical, and Blaine narrowed his eyes.
"Are you actually serious? How did you–"
"Just guess!"
"Gershwin," Blaine mumbled.
"Yes!" Kurt shouted, "And oh my god, it was amazing. And before that we went to breakfast at Tiffany's, which is, like, the coolest thing I've ever done! You have no idea. Except, no, it was the coolest thing I'd ever done. Until later. And we talked about coming here for college – Rachel's on board, but we're still unsure about Finn – and, you know, I really think that Rachel might actually be okay after all, but don't tell her I said that. And oh my god, she ran into Patti LuPone last night. Patti LuPone! I take back what I just said about her being okay, because she didn't even get a photo with her or anything. Of course she ran into Patti LuPone after she and I went out. God..."
"Kurt! Wait, just... stop for a second!" Blaine gasped into the phone. "What are– how even–"
"I'm never coming back to Ohio again!" Kurt cried happily.
"Is someone there with you?" Blaine laughed, "You sound a little bit insane."
"Only eight million other people!" Kurt sang.
Blaine sank into his desk chair and rubbed his forehead happily. "Kurt, what are you talking about?"
He heard Kurt take a deep breath, and when he spoke again he sounded marginally calmer.
"We broke into the Gershwin Theater, and the security guard let us sing on the stage."
"What?" Blaine gasped.
"I'm serious!" Kurt giggled. "Wait... just a second..." his voice was suddenly harder to hear, and Blaine frowned. Suddenly, his phone beeped in his ear to let him know that he had a text message. He pulled the phone away from his ear to find a photo message from Kurt. It was a photograph of him and Rachel on the Gershwin stage.
"Oh my god," Blaine breathed. "Kurt!" he nearly dropped the phone as he lifted it back up to his ear, "Oh. my. god."
"I know," Kurt sighed blissfully.
There was a sudden increase in activity on Kurt's end of the phone.
"Blaine, of course," he heard Kurt say. Blaine realized that Kurt must've been alone in the room he was sharing with the ladies of New Directions, and at least a few of them had returned.
"Hi Blaine!" He heard a chorus of female voices shouting. Blaine laughed.
"Ugh," Kurt said, "I have to go. I guess we're rehearsing."
"I cannot believe you just called me and teased all of that stuff and now you have to go," Blaine scolded halfheartedly.
"I miss you," Kurt said sweetly.
"I miss you too," Blaine shook his head in amusement. "Text me tomorrow or something, okay?"
"Okay," Kurt agreed. "And I will tell you everything when I get home. Bye!"
"Good luck tomorrow," Blaine said, and he ended the call.
KURT
Kurt hung up his phone and bounced up off the bed. "Okay, god, I'm coming!" He groaned at the girls in the room.
"You two are quite possibly the cutest couple in the entire world," Mercedes laughed. "I miss you", she quoted, imitating Kurt's tone of voice. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Just because some of us can find a stable relationship..." Kurt teased all of them.
"How is it that Kurt, of all of us, has a stable relationship?" Santana whined. Kurt glared at her.
"Meet us down in the lobby," Tina said to Kurt, "we're heading out to the theater for rehearsal in ten minutes."
Kurt nodded, and the girls left the room. He grabbed his things and made sure the door latched behind him as he stepped into the hallway. Puck was passing by the door.
"Hey, uh, Puck?" Kurt reached out to tap Puck's arm as he walked past.
"What's up?" Puck said cheerfully, turning back to face Kurt.
Kurt hesitated, and Puck frowned. "You're not having boyfriend problems, are you? Because I can't choose sides between you and my man Blaine."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "No. It's the opposite, actually."
"Woah," Puck said, crossing his arms across his chest, "I don't know anything about that stuff."
"Oh god," Kurt groaned. "Will you stop thinking for one second? I just want to say thank you."
"Uh, you're welcome?" Puck said, perplexed.
Kurt smiled. "Without you, I would never have met Blaine."
"What?" Puck said, looking more confused than ever.
"That day when we were working on our boys-versus-girls mash-up. You told me to go visit the Warblers."
"Oh," Puck remembered.
"So," Kurt continued, "just... thank you for being a jerk and sending me to meet Blaine. Even though you didn't know it, you changed my entire life that day."
Puck sprang forward and scooped Kurt up in a hug. Kurt flailed for a moment before Puck released him.
"I'm happy for you, my man," Puck said sincerely. And then he leaned forward, his face intense. "If anyone ever gives you two a hard time, you just call me, okay? I will beat them down."
"Okay." Kurt squeaked, leaning away from Puck's intense gaze.
"Alright," Puck stood up straight again and grinned, and he turned around to run to catch up with Finn near the elevator at the end of the hallway.
BLAINE
"Oh my god, you should have seen it," Kurt gushed, "We all looked at the top ten list for showcase, and we all just went numb. And then Jesse kept going on and on about how Rachel and Finn's kiss is what cost us Nationals."
Kurt had started from the very beginning and had not spared any details, so Blaine knew the story. "While I understand passion, I do think that was unprofessional," he interrupted, "But sorry, keep going."
"Okay," Kurt continued animatedly, "then we get back to the hotel, and Santana loses it."
"Scary," Blaine imagined.
"Yeah," Kurt confirmed.
"I mean, and the plane ride home was completely silent," Kurt continued. "Like, no one said a word. We all just sat there with our faces buried in our complimentary copies of Sky Mall."
As Blaine watched Kurt gush about what had happened, he recalled Kurt's demeanor after the Warblers' loss at Regionals. Kurt had been incredibly unhappy about not moving on.
"Wait," Blaine said, "I don't get it. You don't seem that sad at all."
Kurt shrugged. "It was still amazing. I mean, I flew in a plane for the first time in my life. I had breakfast at Tiffany's. I sang on a Broadway stage."
It was everything Blaine loved about Kurt all at once. His enthusiasm. His optimism. His self-assuredness.
"I love you," he said, unable and unwilling to stop himself.
Kurt, who had just taken a drink of his coffee, had to take a moment to swallow the drink. "I love you too," he responded, looking mildly shocked.
Blaine felt content. He felt more confident about his future than he had ever felt before.
KURT
As Blaine told him that he loved him, Kurt felt a swell of emotion and had to concentrate on not choking on his coffee. He returned the words, although they came out sounding less emotional than he intended. The three words together felt strange on his lips; he told his father that he loved him all the time, but that was a different kind of love. The kind of love he felt for Blaine wasn't like anything he had ever felt before, and saying it out loud made the metaphorical butterflies in his stomach flutter out of control.
"You know, when you stop and think about it... Kurt Hummel has had a pretty good year," Kurt concluded.
He was distracted by the sight of two of his friends behind Blaine. "Oh, look who's here!" he said cheerfully.
Blaine almost choked on his coffee as he turned to see who Kurt was talking about. "Hey, what're you guys doing here?" he greeted Sam and Mercedes.
"Uh, just getting a coffee," Sam said.
"We ran into each other in the parking lot," Mercedes added.
"We're on our way to get some sheet music," Blaine explained, "Tomorrow's my audition for the summer show at Six Flags." He crossed his fingers.
"Whereas I'm spending my summer composing 'Pip, Pip, Hooray!'," Kurt informed them. "The Broadway musical about Pippa Middleton."
"I have no idea who that is, but it sounds totally awesome," Sam said kindly. Mercedes laughed and smacked his arm gently. Kurt thought about how the two had interacted since the prom. He decided not to inquire; Mercedes would tell him eventually if there was something more than friendship going on between them.
"Uh, we'll see you in class!" Mercedes smiled.
"Bye guys!" Blaine waved.
"Okay, so here are the nominees for my song tomorrow," Blaine said, turning back to Kurt. "It's a musical theater kind of gig, so I was thinking maybe something Disney. Go The Distance?"
"I am shocked," Kurt smirked. "Not a girl's song?"
Blaine returned the smirk. "A solo version of I See The Light, then?"
Kurt shrugged noncommittally, but his eyes twinkled.
"What about Elton John's version of Can You Feel The Love Tonight?" Blaine mused.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear anything after 'Elton John'," Kurt teased.
"I guess it will depend on what kind of sheet music they have at the store, anyway," Blaine laughed. "Ready?"
As they gathered their things, Kurt thought about the past year. He thought about the beginning of the school year, when he had been sure that he would never feel this kind of contentment. When the closest thing he had to a boyfriend was a slight crush on Sam. He thought about his father's heart attack, and his subsequent rebound and marriage. He thought about the terror he had endured at the hands of a closeted and tormented young man, and about the day he had told his friends that he was leaving them to escape the fear.
But mostly, he thought about the dark haired young man who was chatting excitedly as they walked to the car, coffee cups in hand. He thought about the day they met; the first time he saw Blaine's face at the bottom of the stairs and the first time he heard Blaine sing. He thought about how patient Blaine had been with him as he adjusted to the atmosphere at Dalton. He thought about competing with the Warblers, and their many impromptu performances. He thought about Pavarotti, and the day when Blaine had finally realized that he and Kurt were perfect for each other. He thought about their first kiss, and all their subsequent kisses. And their conversation about a future together. He thought about how much he missed seeing Blaine every day since he had transferred back to McKinley, and how much he appreciated the other boy's efforts to make the distance seem like a trivial issue in their relationship.
"I really do love you," he said, grabbing Blaine's arm before he could open the door to the car. Blaine turned, surprised, and smiled at him.
"I know," he said sincerely.
Kurt dropped his bag so he could reach out to kiss Blaine properly. The other boy laughed softly and returned the kiss, and Kurt knew that, as good as this year had been, the next year had potential to be even better.
THE END! Or... the end of season two!
GUYS, WE GET NEW KLAINE. TONIGHT. Excuse me while I go and die from excitement overload. Someone revive me for the premiere later.
I don't think I can properly express the amount of gratitude that I feel for the kindness and enthusiasm that you all have shown me over the past few weeks as I attempted to delve a little deeper into Kurt and Blaine's experiences in season two. I didn't even know if anyone would want to read about it, much less feel inspired to comment/review and wait for new chapters! I love you all – thank you so, so much.
I AM planning to continue this story for season three. I talked about it a little bit a few chapters ago, but basically I'm going to hold off on posting any of it until the END of season three. I KNOW that is such a long time from now (thank goodness, right? There are more than twenty opportunities for official Klaine moments between now and then!), but I REALLY think it's best in terms of the story. I want to see their arc and the details of their lives for the entire season before I attempt to tell the story of what happened when the cameras weren't on them, so to speak. I will update THIS story – starting with season three, episode one – as soon as the season ends in the spring (I think it's better to do it that way than to start posting season three as a separate entity, because really it is just a continuation of the same story). So, I have two suggestions if you want to make sure you find it again when that happens. (1) If you have a Fanfiction . net account, sign up for a story alert on this story and you'll get an email when I update it again! Or, (2) if you're on Tumblr you can follow me there (functionaloptimist . tumblr. com), and I'll post a reminder when the time comes!
Seriously, you guys, thank you so, so, so much. I have enjoyed this immensely! You have all been beyond lovely, and I just want to hug you all! ENJOY GLEE TONIGHT, and I hope to see some of you around here and on Tumblr! :) LOVE!