Glee/Highlander part 2 - Blaine/Kurt
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tigriswolf Title: the same blind face upturned to the light and singing the one song
Fandom: Glee/Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Denise Levertov; lyrics from Katy Perry
Warnings: character death; homophobia; a few things from season 3 incorporated, though a bit AUish; AU for Blaine’s canon age, of course
Pairings: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 2670
Point of view: third
part 1
There is never any doubt that Kurt Hummel will be getting out of Lima, Ohio. He’s only surprised he found the love of his life before ever going to New York.
Blaine is patient and kind. He smiles and laughs, he sings and writes, he tutors and volunteers, he’s dapper and a dork. He’s interested in the same things as Kurt, mostly, though he likes other things, of course. He talks about football with Dad and Finn, hospital regulations and medical practices with Carole, and everything with Kurt.
Blaine’s not perfect, of course. Sure, Kurt idolized and idealized him in the beginning, but the shiny polish wore off by Valentine’s. And Rachel’s party. The less said of that debacle, the better. Blaine’s learning, just like Kurt. He’s a silly teenage boy.
Sometimes, Blaine acts world-weary, but sometimes he’s like a wriggly puppy. Kurt learns the signs and how to handle both. Blaine’s good at most subjects, better than Kurt except in languages – but, Kurt notices, some things don’t add up. Blaine uses phrases from other languages, now and then. Once, Kurt saw him writing in a notebook, in something that wasn’t English. It didn’t look like any Romance language, most of which Kurt knew something about. But Blaine hid the notebook away in his bag and distracted Kurt with kisses, and maybe it was just a geek thing, like Sam and Na’vi.
Over the summer, Blaine and Kurt spend most of their time together. A part of Kurt keeps waiting for the shiny newness to wear off, but every day he finds something new to love.
0o0
Kurt never suggests Blaine transfer. Blaine surprises him on the first day of school by tapping him on the shoulder at his locker and leaning in for a kiss when he turns.
It’s not really a surprise, though. Kurt has noticed that ever since the accident midway through the summer, something inside his head shivers whenever Blaine is close. Every time Blaine walks up, Kurt’s head shivers and then it goes away. He doesn’t know how or why, but now he can feel Blaine and it’s awesome. He hasn’t mentioned it, though, because, well – it’s weird. And what if it means he does have brain damage after all? At the moment, he’d rather not know because everything is going so well.
Kurt sees the nasty looks from the kids in the hall, but Blaine’s smiling at him. Blaine’s holding his hand. Blaine says, “Hey, Kurt, guess who traded in uniforms?”
Kurt laughs, closing his locker with his free hand. “Does that mean I can dress you now?”
“Yes,” Blaine says, his happy smile shifting to a bright grin. “I am at your disposal. Do with me what you will.”
A quick glance around reveals no one close enough to hear, so Kurt leans in to whisper, “You shouldn’t give me so much freedom, Blaine.” He looks at Blaine’s lips; Blaine licks them, then surges forward again, pushing Kurt against the locker.
“It’s not safe to do this here,” Kurt whispers into Blaine’s mouth, arms going around him. “This isn’t like Dalton.”
Blaine pulls back in the circle of his arms. “I’ve already seen three couples having clothed sex in the halls and I’ve only been here for ten minutes.” He reaches up to stroke Kurt’s cheek. “I’ll kiss my boyfriend wherever I want.”
Kurt lets his hands drop. “There’s brave,” he says. “And then there’s foolish.” He looks past Blaine, to four football players glaring. They were at every dumpster toss.
Blaine follows his gaze, turning his head for a moment before focusing back on Kurt. “Show me to my first class?” he asks, taking Kurt’s hand again.
0o0
For the rest of the week, various jocks found themselves mysteriously losing their balance. Slushies somehow defied gravity and ended up in the jocks’ faces instead of the intended target’s.
Kurt seems to be only one to notice the sole thing in common at each incident is Blaine. Well, and Kurt.
He just can’t figure out how Blaine’s doing it.
0o0
And then on Monday, the second week of school, the junior looking to take up the mantle of head honcho in bullying, a boy twice Kurt’s size, tries to guide Kurt to the dumpster by grabbing his shoulder. He’s a stupid kid because Puck and Finn are both in sight, and Kurt is no longer a passive victim. He hasn’t been in a dumpster in over a year and he isn’t going back now.
Blaine stalks forward, looking angrier than Kurt’s ever seen. “What are you doing?” Blaine demands and it catches the attention of every student in the area. Nobody ever gets involved. Nobody ever steps in.
“What are you doing?” Blaine asks again, and it’s not the voice of a teenager. He sounds dangerous. Not like Puck. Not like Karofsky.
The junior lets him go, Puck and Finn barrel into the situation, and Blaine leans in close to whisper, “Touch him again and die.”
Kurt and the junior are the only ones to hear it. And he clearly means it.
The would-be head honcho never goes near Kurt after that. Slowly, all bullies leave him alone, so Kurt’s able to focus on his studies and extra-curriculars. He keeps glee, of course, and he flirts with running for class president. He finally decides on French Club and peer-tutoring.
0o0
Because nobody has bothered him in almost a month, it comes as a shock when Azimio Adams slams him into the lockers. “What the fuck did you do to him?” Azimio roars.
Kurt is not a fool. “He came out to you,” Kurt says. “I didn’t do a thing.”
Azimio grabs his shoulders and shakes him. “He was my bro! He didn’t just wake up a fag. You infected him.”
Kurt laughs. “It’s not contagious, you imbecilic cretin. You can’t blame me.” He tries pushing Azimio away, but Azimio just slams him back into the locker, hard enough for Kurt to lose his breath.
He doesn’t look around for help. Mike, Puck, Finn, and Blaine are at Schue’s booty camp, where Kurt should be, and no one else cares.
Something tingles on Kurt’s back and suddenly he doesn’t hurt anymore. He can breathe. His mind clears and he looks at Azimio, seeing a scared little boy who doesn’t understand.
“He’s still your bro,” Kurt says. “Unless you cast him aside. He’s not like me, except in one way, and if you can’t look past that, you don’t deserve him, anyway.”
The inside of Kurt’s head shivers. Blaine’s coming, and if he sees this, he’ll try fighting Azimio. But Azimio isn’t some junior trying to be cool – he’ll kill Blaine with one swipe of his hand.
“You infected him with your faggyness and you think he’s still my bro? I don’t know him anymore!” Azimio shakes him again, until Kurt’s head hits the metal. The world goes black for a moment, his head shivers louder, and then Azimio is gone.
Kurt sinks to the ground, staring as Blaine beats the ever-living shit out of Azimio. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Blaine moves too quickly to catch, and he hits every single weak point Azimio has, and he doesn’t stop until Kurt says, “Blaine. He’s down.”
Blaine pauses. He looks at Azimio, barely conscious, and then at the bystanders watching him in fear. “C’mon, Blaine,” Kurt says. “Let’s go.”
He holds out a hand. Blaine takes it and allows Kurt to lead him away.
0o0
Nobody admits who beat Azimio. Azimio certainly keeps his mouth shut and Jacob’s camera mysteriously breaks, all footage lost.
And nobody bothers Kurt or Blaine again.
0o0
Kurt sits Blaine down on his bed. He doesn’t ask; he just pulls Blaine to him and they cuddle for awhile.
Finally, Blaine says, “I learned to fight after the dance. I was really good at it.”
“Blaine,” Kurt says, “if you don’t want to tell me, don’t. But please don’t lie to me.” He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply. He exhales all his fear and uncertainty, and says, “Since the accident, I feel whenever you’re close. In my head. Like my brain shivering. And I’ve noticed, since the beginning, really, sometimes you don’t act like a teenager. And the way you fought, the way you threatened that kid – you didn’t pick that up in two years since a dance.”
After a moment, Blaine sighs, all tension leaving his body. “ I was waiting till New York,” he admits. “I wanted you to have one last normal year.” He chuckles, turning his face up to kiss the junction of Kurt’s shoulder and neck. “Besides the shiver in your head, have you noticed anything else?”
“I think my body healed earlier, while Azimio had me,” Kurt says. “And I should probably have a concussion or broken skull, but I’ve never felt better.”
Blaine kisses him again. Then he says, “Remember the car accident?”
0o0
Kurt falls asleep in Blaine’s arms after a long discussion about immortality, a stupid homicidal game, and swords. He believes every word of it, but it’s ruined his life. People will notice that he’s not aging long before he attains any of his dreams. He’s honestly not even sure if he reached the end of his growth spurt, but he’ll never grow again.
Kurt’s been dead for two months and didn’t even know.
Blaine Anderson never existed before Dalton Academy.
“How much of you have I seen?” Kurt asks sleepily, wrapped up completely in his boyfriend.
Blaine kisses the top of his head. “I’ve been a boy around you,” he whispers. “I’ve been so happy.”
“That’s good,” Kurt slurs, nuzzling into Blaine’s chest. “How old are you, really?”
A deep chuckle shakes his pillow. “I’m old, my love. Sleep now.”
“’kay,” Kurt mutters.
He dreams about birds and falling and Blaine always out of reach.
0o0
In the morning, Kurt wakes alone, an hour before his alarm. He’s not sure if he dreamed the whole thing or not, so he goes to the kitchen for a knife.
His hand heals after a moment. He’s immortal. He’ll never grow old or die for long – and Blaine knew. He realizes that Blaine knew before the accident. Blaine’s known the whole time. His head shivered and he knew what Kurt was.
Kurt doesn’t want to wonder if the accident wasn’t actually accidental, but he does.
He leaves a note to let everyone know he’s leaving early and he goes for a drive. His phone stays in his room.
0o0
Blaine said he was old. Blaine kicked Azimio’s ass. Blaine promised to kill that junior, and it wasn’t like Karofsky’s threat.
Kurt died two months ago and Blaine didn’t tell him.
He pulls off the road and stares at the piece of ground that watched his last breaths gasp out. He swallows heavily, wiping at his eyes.
Was it on purpose? Right before the accident, Blaine said he loved him. Said he loved Kurt, and then the car spun out of control and they both walked away without a scratch.
They both died and healed, and they’ll both be teenagers forever.
If Blaine killed him on purpose…
He’ll never know if he doesn’t ask.
0o0
Kurt goes home. He takes a shower and doesn’t bother with his moisturizing routine. What’s the point? His skin will never age again. He’ll never get a wrinkle or cancer or anything. He’ll be young and perfect till… till when? The sun explodes? The son of a god he doesn’t believe in comes back for the good folk?
How long is forever? What has Blaine cursed him to?
He dresses for comfort, not style, and prepares a small meal. The day is half-over and he has twenty-two missed calls – mostly from Blaine.
So he sits at the table, texts Blaine I need you now; my house, and eats, waiting. He feels Blaine almost a minute before Blaine knocks, and he opens the door slowly. Looks at Blaine silently. Blaine stares back, completely still. He doesn’t fidget with his hands or shuffle in place.
Kurt does not know this man and the realization terrifies him.
“Tell me everything,” Kurt orders him, stepping back.
Blaine nods, and as he walks in, he drops every mask. He is not a teenager. He is not silly or dapper or nervous.
He killed Kurt two months ago and held Kurt last night. He sings to and with Kurt. He’s been protecting Kurt since the transfer, and spent all summer with him, and how can Kurt ever trust him again?
But Blaine sits across from him at the table and Kurt has to trust that he tells Kurt everything.
0o0
Blaine falls silent at last, hands clasped in front of him. He waits for Kurt’s judgment.
Kurt loves him.
“You killed me without my knowledge or permission,” Kurt says after a moment. “I can’t… why?”
“So you’d never be maimed,” Blaine replies. “So you’d never grow old and die and leave me.”
Kurt stares at him. “You killed me for you?” he demands, hurt and furious and horrified. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
Blaine stands, dignified and solemn, and Kurt doesn’t know him. Has never seen him before. “I’ll return soon,” Blaine says. “I love you.”
Kurt goes to bed and cries until he’s exhausted. Dad, Carole, and Finn all try to talk to him. He hides beneath the covers, pretending it’s a week ago and he has the sweetest boyfriend in the world.
0o0
He stays in bed the next morning, staring at the ceiling. He’s tired and lonely and all cried out. He misses Blaine.
Dad promised they’d have a talk after dinner. Finn offered to pummel Blaine for him. Carole patted his shoulder and kissed his forehead. Then they all left him alone.
His head shivers. He doesn’t move as Blaine picks the lock, walks up the stairs, and enters Kurt’s room.
Blaine crawls into bed with him. Kurt turns to him, stares into his eyes, and then just… gives up. He opens his arms, lets Blaine curl into him, holds him, ignores all the things he does and doesn’t know. Ignores the enormity of forever looming.
“I was going to tell you next year,” Blaine whispers. “Let you have normal for a little while longer.”
“I can forgive you,” Kurt whispers back. “But I don’t think I’ll ever forget.”
Blaine kisses the underside of his jaw. Kurt holds him tighter, eyes closed.
0o0
The next morning, he goes to school with his two thousand year old boyfriend and acts like nothing is wrong.
He’ll graduate and go to New York and live as long as he can. And when Blaine tells him it’s time to move on…
Kurt clings to Blaine’s hand. Ten years, Blaine said. Ten years left as Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel. Ten years until it becomes obvious and hiding is barely worth the effort anymore.
Kurt wants to hug everyone and curl up in his dad’s arms.
Instead, he kisses Blaine and sings at glee and ignores the deadline.
Forever. With Blaine. And sword-crazy guys after his head and some old man waiting to meet him.
0o0
Blaine never apologizes. Kurt quits expecting him to. And soon enough, he’s pretended long enough that it’s almost like it was.
Graduation and NYU and swordwork and languages learned through pillowtalk and ten years becomes eight becomes five becomes two becomes now.
Blaine has killed three people in ten years. Kurt killed one, and it was horrible.
Blaine smiles at him. Everything’s arranged. All Kurt has to do is take his hand.
He’s crying when he turns off the light and lets Blaine lead him to the door.
(Not Blaine for much longer. Not Kurt.)
In the car, the radio is playing an old Katy Perry hit, and Kurt laughs tearfully as he hears you and I will be young forever. Blaine kisses the back of his hand, voice easily overtaking Katy’s, and after a few minutes, Kurt sings along.
Fandom: Glee/Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Denise Levertov; lyrics from Katy Perry
Warnings: character death; homophobia; a few things from season 3 incorporated, though a bit AUish; AU for Blaine’s canon age, of course
Pairings: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 2670
Point of view: third
part 1
There is never any doubt that Kurt Hummel will be getting out of Lima, Ohio. He’s only surprised he found the love of his life before ever going to New York.
Blaine is patient and kind. He smiles and laughs, he sings and writes, he tutors and volunteers, he’s dapper and a dork. He’s interested in the same things as Kurt, mostly, though he likes other things, of course. He talks about football with Dad and Finn, hospital regulations and medical practices with Carole, and everything with Kurt.
Blaine’s not perfect, of course. Sure, Kurt idolized and idealized him in the beginning, but the shiny polish wore off by Valentine’s. And Rachel’s party. The less said of that debacle, the better. Blaine’s learning, just like Kurt. He’s a silly teenage boy.
Sometimes, Blaine acts world-weary, but sometimes he’s like a wriggly puppy. Kurt learns the signs and how to handle both. Blaine’s good at most subjects, better than Kurt except in languages – but, Kurt notices, some things don’t add up. Blaine uses phrases from other languages, now and then. Once, Kurt saw him writing in a notebook, in something that wasn’t English. It didn’t look like any Romance language, most of which Kurt knew something about. But Blaine hid the notebook away in his bag and distracted Kurt with kisses, and maybe it was just a geek thing, like Sam and Na’vi.
Over the summer, Blaine and Kurt spend most of their time together. A part of Kurt keeps waiting for the shiny newness to wear off, but every day he finds something new to love.
0o0
Kurt never suggests Blaine transfer. Blaine surprises him on the first day of school by tapping him on the shoulder at his locker and leaning in for a kiss when he turns.
It’s not really a surprise, though. Kurt has noticed that ever since the accident midway through the summer, something inside his head shivers whenever Blaine is close. Every time Blaine walks up, Kurt’s head shivers and then it goes away. He doesn’t know how or why, but now he can feel Blaine and it’s awesome. He hasn’t mentioned it, though, because, well – it’s weird. And what if it means he does have brain damage after all? At the moment, he’d rather not know because everything is going so well.
Kurt sees the nasty looks from the kids in the hall, but Blaine’s smiling at him. Blaine’s holding his hand. Blaine says, “Hey, Kurt, guess who traded in uniforms?”
Kurt laughs, closing his locker with his free hand. “Does that mean I can dress you now?”
“Yes,” Blaine says, his happy smile shifting to a bright grin. “I am at your disposal. Do with me what you will.”
A quick glance around reveals no one close enough to hear, so Kurt leans in to whisper, “You shouldn’t give me so much freedom, Blaine.” He looks at Blaine’s lips; Blaine licks them, then surges forward again, pushing Kurt against the locker.
“It’s not safe to do this here,” Kurt whispers into Blaine’s mouth, arms going around him. “This isn’t like Dalton.”
Blaine pulls back in the circle of his arms. “I’ve already seen three couples having clothed sex in the halls and I’ve only been here for ten minutes.” He reaches up to stroke Kurt’s cheek. “I’ll kiss my boyfriend wherever I want.”
Kurt lets his hands drop. “There’s brave,” he says. “And then there’s foolish.” He looks past Blaine, to four football players glaring. They were at every dumpster toss.
Blaine follows his gaze, turning his head for a moment before focusing back on Kurt. “Show me to my first class?” he asks, taking Kurt’s hand again.
0o0
For the rest of the week, various jocks found themselves mysteriously losing their balance. Slushies somehow defied gravity and ended up in the jocks’ faces instead of the intended target’s.
Kurt seems to be only one to notice the sole thing in common at each incident is Blaine. Well, and Kurt.
He just can’t figure out how Blaine’s doing it.
0o0
And then on Monday, the second week of school, the junior looking to take up the mantle of head honcho in bullying, a boy twice Kurt’s size, tries to guide Kurt to the dumpster by grabbing his shoulder. He’s a stupid kid because Puck and Finn are both in sight, and Kurt is no longer a passive victim. He hasn’t been in a dumpster in over a year and he isn’t going back now.
Blaine stalks forward, looking angrier than Kurt’s ever seen. “What are you doing?” Blaine demands and it catches the attention of every student in the area. Nobody ever gets involved. Nobody ever steps in.
“What are you doing?” Blaine asks again, and it’s not the voice of a teenager. He sounds dangerous. Not like Puck. Not like Karofsky.
The junior lets him go, Puck and Finn barrel into the situation, and Blaine leans in close to whisper, “Touch him again and die.”
Kurt and the junior are the only ones to hear it. And he clearly means it.
The would-be head honcho never goes near Kurt after that. Slowly, all bullies leave him alone, so Kurt’s able to focus on his studies and extra-curriculars. He keeps glee, of course, and he flirts with running for class president. He finally decides on French Club and peer-tutoring.
0o0
Because nobody has bothered him in almost a month, it comes as a shock when Azimio Adams slams him into the lockers. “What the fuck did you do to him?” Azimio roars.
Kurt is not a fool. “He came out to you,” Kurt says. “I didn’t do a thing.”
Azimio grabs his shoulders and shakes him. “He was my bro! He didn’t just wake up a fag. You infected him.”
Kurt laughs. “It’s not contagious, you imbecilic cretin. You can’t blame me.” He tries pushing Azimio away, but Azimio just slams him back into the locker, hard enough for Kurt to lose his breath.
He doesn’t look around for help. Mike, Puck, Finn, and Blaine are at Schue’s booty camp, where Kurt should be, and no one else cares.
Something tingles on Kurt’s back and suddenly he doesn’t hurt anymore. He can breathe. His mind clears and he looks at Azimio, seeing a scared little boy who doesn’t understand.
“He’s still your bro,” Kurt says. “Unless you cast him aside. He’s not like me, except in one way, and if you can’t look past that, you don’t deserve him, anyway.”
The inside of Kurt’s head shivers. Blaine’s coming, and if he sees this, he’ll try fighting Azimio. But Azimio isn’t some junior trying to be cool – he’ll kill Blaine with one swipe of his hand.
“You infected him with your faggyness and you think he’s still my bro? I don’t know him anymore!” Azimio shakes him again, until Kurt’s head hits the metal. The world goes black for a moment, his head shivers louder, and then Azimio is gone.
Kurt sinks to the ground, staring as Blaine beats the ever-living shit out of Azimio. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Blaine moves too quickly to catch, and he hits every single weak point Azimio has, and he doesn’t stop until Kurt says, “Blaine. He’s down.”
Blaine pauses. He looks at Azimio, barely conscious, and then at the bystanders watching him in fear. “C’mon, Blaine,” Kurt says. “Let’s go.”
He holds out a hand. Blaine takes it and allows Kurt to lead him away.
0o0
Nobody admits who beat Azimio. Azimio certainly keeps his mouth shut and Jacob’s camera mysteriously breaks, all footage lost.
And nobody bothers Kurt or Blaine again.
0o0
Kurt sits Blaine down on his bed. He doesn’t ask; he just pulls Blaine to him and they cuddle for awhile.
Finally, Blaine says, “I learned to fight after the dance. I was really good at it.”
“Blaine,” Kurt says, “if you don’t want to tell me, don’t. But please don’t lie to me.” He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply. He exhales all his fear and uncertainty, and says, “Since the accident, I feel whenever you’re close. In my head. Like my brain shivering. And I’ve noticed, since the beginning, really, sometimes you don’t act like a teenager. And the way you fought, the way you threatened that kid – you didn’t pick that up in two years since a dance.”
After a moment, Blaine sighs, all tension leaving his body. “ I was waiting till New York,” he admits. “I wanted you to have one last normal year.” He chuckles, turning his face up to kiss the junction of Kurt’s shoulder and neck. “Besides the shiver in your head, have you noticed anything else?”
“I think my body healed earlier, while Azimio had me,” Kurt says. “And I should probably have a concussion or broken skull, but I’ve never felt better.”
Blaine kisses him again. Then he says, “Remember the car accident?”
0o0
Kurt falls asleep in Blaine’s arms after a long discussion about immortality, a stupid homicidal game, and swords. He believes every word of it, but it’s ruined his life. People will notice that he’s not aging long before he attains any of his dreams. He’s honestly not even sure if he reached the end of his growth spurt, but he’ll never grow again.
Kurt’s been dead for two months and didn’t even know.
Blaine Anderson never existed before Dalton Academy.
“How much of you have I seen?” Kurt asks sleepily, wrapped up completely in his boyfriend.
Blaine kisses the top of his head. “I’ve been a boy around you,” he whispers. “I’ve been so happy.”
“That’s good,” Kurt slurs, nuzzling into Blaine’s chest. “How old are you, really?”
A deep chuckle shakes his pillow. “I’m old, my love. Sleep now.”
“’kay,” Kurt mutters.
He dreams about birds and falling and Blaine always out of reach.
0o0
In the morning, Kurt wakes alone, an hour before his alarm. He’s not sure if he dreamed the whole thing or not, so he goes to the kitchen for a knife.
His hand heals after a moment. He’s immortal. He’ll never grow old or die for long – and Blaine knew. He realizes that Blaine knew before the accident. Blaine’s known the whole time. His head shivered and he knew what Kurt was.
Kurt doesn’t want to wonder if the accident wasn’t actually accidental, but he does.
He leaves a note to let everyone know he’s leaving early and he goes for a drive. His phone stays in his room.
0o0
Blaine said he was old. Blaine kicked Azimio’s ass. Blaine promised to kill that junior, and it wasn’t like Karofsky’s threat.
Kurt died two months ago and Blaine didn’t tell him.
He pulls off the road and stares at the piece of ground that watched his last breaths gasp out. He swallows heavily, wiping at his eyes.
Was it on purpose? Right before the accident, Blaine said he loved him. Said he loved Kurt, and then the car spun out of control and they both walked away without a scratch.
They both died and healed, and they’ll both be teenagers forever.
If Blaine killed him on purpose…
He’ll never know if he doesn’t ask.
0o0
Kurt goes home. He takes a shower and doesn’t bother with his moisturizing routine. What’s the point? His skin will never age again. He’ll never get a wrinkle or cancer or anything. He’ll be young and perfect till… till when? The sun explodes? The son of a god he doesn’t believe in comes back for the good folk?
How long is forever? What has Blaine cursed him to?
He dresses for comfort, not style, and prepares a small meal. The day is half-over and he has twenty-two missed calls – mostly from Blaine.
So he sits at the table, texts Blaine I need you now; my house, and eats, waiting. He feels Blaine almost a minute before Blaine knocks, and he opens the door slowly. Looks at Blaine silently. Blaine stares back, completely still. He doesn’t fidget with his hands or shuffle in place.
Kurt does not know this man and the realization terrifies him.
“Tell me everything,” Kurt orders him, stepping back.
Blaine nods, and as he walks in, he drops every mask. He is not a teenager. He is not silly or dapper or nervous.
He killed Kurt two months ago and held Kurt last night. He sings to and with Kurt. He’s been protecting Kurt since the transfer, and spent all summer with him, and how can Kurt ever trust him again?
But Blaine sits across from him at the table and Kurt has to trust that he tells Kurt everything.
0o0
Blaine falls silent at last, hands clasped in front of him. He waits for Kurt’s judgment.
Kurt loves him.
“You killed me without my knowledge or permission,” Kurt says after a moment. “I can’t… why?”
“So you’d never be maimed,” Blaine replies. “So you’d never grow old and die and leave me.”
Kurt stares at him. “You killed me for you?” he demands, hurt and furious and horrified. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
Blaine stands, dignified and solemn, and Kurt doesn’t know him. Has never seen him before. “I’ll return soon,” Blaine says. “I love you.”
Kurt goes to bed and cries until he’s exhausted. Dad, Carole, and Finn all try to talk to him. He hides beneath the covers, pretending it’s a week ago and he has the sweetest boyfriend in the world.
0o0
He stays in bed the next morning, staring at the ceiling. He’s tired and lonely and all cried out. He misses Blaine.
Dad promised they’d have a talk after dinner. Finn offered to pummel Blaine for him. Carole patted his shoulder and kissed his forehead. Then they all left him alone.
His head shivers. He doesn’t move as Blaine picks the lock, walks up the stairs, and enters Kurt’s room.
Blaine crawls into bed with him. Kurt turns to him, stares into his eyes, and then just… gives up. He opens his arms, lets Blaine curl into him, holds him, ignores all the things he does and doesn’t know. Ignores the enormity of forever looming.
“I was going to tell you next year,” Blaine whispers. “Let you have normal for a little while longer.”
“I can forgive you,” Kurt whispers back. “But I don’t think I’ll ever forget.”
Blaine kisses the underside of his jaw. Kurt holds him tighter, eyes closed.
0o0
The next morning, he goes to school with his two thousand year old boyfriend and acts like nothing is wrong.
He’ll graduate and go to New York and live as long as he can. And when Blaine tells him it’s time to move on…
Kurt clings to Blaine’s hand. Ten years, Blaine said. Ten years left as Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel. Ten years until it becomes obvious and hiding is barely worth the effort anymore.
Kurt wants to hug everyone and curl up in his dad’s arms.
Instead, he kisses Blaine and sings at glee and ignores the deadline.
Forever. With Blaine. And sword-crazy guys after his head and some old man waiting to meet him.
0o0
Blaine never apologizes. Kurt quits expecting him to. And soon enough, he’s pretended long enough that it’s almost like it was.
Graduation and NYU and swordwork and languages learned through pillowtalk and ten years becomes eight becomes five becomes two becomes now.
Blaine has killed three people in ten years. Kurt killed one, and it was horrible.
Blaine smiles at him. Everything’s arranged. All Kurt has to do is take his hand.
He’s crying when he turns off the light and lets Blaine lead him to the door.
(Not Blaine for much longer. Not Kurt.)
In the car, the radio is playing an old Katy Perry hit, and Kurt laughs tearfully as he hears you and I will be young forever. Blaine kisses the back of his hand, voice easily overtaking Katy’s, and after a few minutes, Kurt sings along.
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Date: 2011-10-07 10:10 am (UTC)I can picture what the 'shivering' feels like (sort of like a buzzing blur).
And I kind of want to see how Kurt can find peace about his change, and of course how they adjust to another, kind of new, life. :)
Loved it <3<3
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Date: 2011-10-07 11:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-07 11:56 am (UTC)<3
Date: 2011-10-07 12:55 pm (UTC)Blaine is kinda perfect for the role you cast him in - that confidence almost beyond his years, the veneer of perfection, being put together (dapper) and then the really OOC behaviors, the mysterious non-mention of his past, all explained so nicely by the fact he's immortal and that was just a little drop in the inkwell of who he is
Then Kurt as pre-immortal, the inclusion of Teenage Dream, Kronos and Methos, and omgosh other details --- <3
Thank you for writing this, I want more now but that in no way means this isn't perfect just as
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Date: 2011-10-07 04:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-07 08:23 pm (UTC)I want to write Kurt meeting Methos, so there may be more forthcoming.
Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2011-10-07 08:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-07 08:25 pm (UTC)Re: <3
Date: 2011-10-07 08:28 pm (UTC)I tried to keep everything as canon as possible, and we really do know so little about Blaine. (Of course, then season 3 started, and that threw a tiny wrench into my sequel here.)
As to Kronos... he sort of piped up and said, "Hey, if Methos is involved, I should be too."
And I do want to write Kurt meeting Methos, so there could be another part.
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Date: 2011-10-07 08:30 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2011-10-07 08:39 pm (UTC)Re: <3
Date: 2011-10-08 02:14 am (UTC)Hmm even with s3 I think the story works - Blaine so acts like he is his own agent, with money and time to spare. I mean he just, transfers like no big deal ;) I say he's immortal
Oh my - Methos and Kurt together? That would be kind of beautiful
I just keep imagining Methos being all like, well, you know you have the same range as a friend of mine, and Kurt being all, huh really, can I meet him, and then the old man is like, sorry, he died 400 years ago
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Date: 2011-10-08 06:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-08 08:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-08 09:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-08 11:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-08 01:27 pm (UTC)ยจ
And like
(I'm glad that Kurt didn't end up hating and resenting Blaine about this, though no doubt this start will be a slightly hurting memory in the future years)
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Date: 2011-10-09 12:56 am (UTC)Re: <3
Date: 2011-10-09 12:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-09 12:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-09 12:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-09 01:02 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
I do want to write Kurt meeting Methos. I hadn't even thought about writing the reaction of Kurt's family. Hmm...
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Date: 2011-10-09 01:06 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2011-10-09 01:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-26 09:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-26 07:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-05-15 06:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-05-15 07:39 pm (UTC)Yeah, for me, Teenage Dream will always be 'their song,' you know? Along with Somewhere Only We Know.
Have you finished watching all of the DVDs?