Yay angst!
Also, a sequel to #136, Pinkie Swear.
It is canon about Elizabeth's death (the only un-canon thing being that the boys met when they were kids).
So Close (And So Far)
Blaine was finally, finally there, in New York with him. Kurt was so happy he could jump up and down.
No, actually, he was jumping up and down. Blaine was right by him, bouncing next to him with an ecstatic smile. Their hands were intertwined.
On their brand new bed, in New-freaking-York! Both men were giggling like the children they used to be, happier than ever.
Well, what other way is there to check the durability of a new bed, really?
Blaine suddenly missed a jump, falling to his knees, pulling Kurt after him- and just like that, a strong memory hit Kurt like a racing train. His eyes widened, watering.
"Baby? Are you okay?" Blaine wrapped a hand around him, leaning closer to his lowered head, titling it up. "What's wrong, are you hurt?"
Kurt shook his head frantically, his lips clenched to a tight line to keep a loud sob from escaping.
"What is it, Kurt? Please tell me, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" pleaded Blaine, stroking the tears away from Kurt's face with his thumb.
"D-do you remember," he breathed, stuttering through sudden exhales. "The first time you slept over at my house?" Blaine nodded, and he shut his eyes, refusing to let any more tears run free. "And… and my m-mom, she… my dad wasn't home that night, and she let us sleep in her bed…" a hiccup followed by a loud breathe stalled him for a moment. "And we were… we were jumping just like this, and we were holding hands, and you tripped and pulled me down with you and- and-"
"And it made you think of her?" asked Blaine in a soft voice. Kurt nodded, biting his lip. "Do you want to sleep now? I bet you're tired of carrying boxes around all day." Kurt nodded again. "Come on, then."
They crawled under the sheets, pulling them over their heads, and Kurt gripped hard on Blaine's biceps, pushing his face into Blaine t-shirt.
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay, I'm right here, it's okay," whispered Blaine again and again as Kurt's body shook with his sobs, with his ache. They drifted into sleep like that, Blaine murmuring assuring nothings and Kurt crying violently.
When Blaine woke up to the first rays of sunlight, Kurt stood by the window and his hand was laid gently on the cold glass. He looked up at the sky and whispered, "I miss you, mom."
Title from Give Your Heart Break, as an analogy for Blaine being close to Kurt yet Elizabeth and her memory being away.