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At 17, Kurt Hummel has been through hell by both his stepmother and stepbrother. At 17, Kurt Hummel is in love with someone he’s quite sure will never love him back. That ‘someone’ being the popular Blaine Anderson.
"I hear you have prom this weekend."
"Are you going?"
"Why does it even matter? If I said yes, you still wouldn’t let me."
"I’m glad you got that out of the way. It’s not like you have anybody to go with anyway."
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me you queer? You fucking faggot, you think you’re better than everybody but you’re worthless. There is no way in hell you’re going to prom, you’re going to stay in this house in your room and the next day your classmates are going to talk about how fucking fantastic it was, a constant reminder of how pathetic you are and always will be.”
Another bruise on the pale skin of Kurt’s back.
Could it be someone to compete against Brittany…or replace her?
Summary: Kurt’s death has haunted Blaine for three months. He is forced to go talk to a counselor, whom he finds himself bonding with. Blaine realizes that maybe, just maybe, he’s fixable.
Basically dead!Kurt/spirit!Kurt and depressed!Blaine/excusemewhileigocry!Blaine.
“What are you doing all alone in the auditorium?”
“I just want to be here one last time before graduation. I’m going to miss it: the feeling of being on stage in front of thousands of people.”
“The auditorium’s empty.”
Kurt let a small smile slip onto his lips, “Just because I don’t see it doesn’t mean I can’t imagine it.”
Blaine joined his boyfriend on stage as they gazed at the rows of deserted seats. He closed his eyes and heard the deafening roar of the applause that he received the night he played Tony in West Side Story so many months ago and how Kurt’s hand took his as they bowed.
“I can’t believe we’re graduating,” Kurt murmured softly.
“You are, not me. Not yet.”
“I’m trying not to think about that right now.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too.”
They settled into a comfortable silence and let the memories of the impromptu performances the Glee club gave to an empty audience. Blaine entwined his fingers with Kurt’s, enjoying the feel of his rough palm against his partner’s smooth skin.
“Maybe I shouldn’t go to New York. I could stay in Ohio, with you, and we could go to New York together.”
“Don’t give up your dreams for me.”
“I’d give up anything for you.”
Blaine shushed him gently, “Let’s not go overboard. Right now what matters is you and me and we’re still together and I love you.”
Kurt turned to face him, “Long distance relationships never work.”
“We have Skype and webcams. I’ll send you emails every day and I’ll call you every night and fall asleep with your voice in my thoughts. It’s only a year Kurt. We can make it.”
When Kurt didn’t reply, Blaine sighed and gently pried his fingers away from Kurt’s, “Do they still have the spare guitar here?”
“I think so, it’s backstage. Why?”
“Wait here, don’t go anywhere.”
Kurt didn’t ask any questions as Blaine sprinted off the stage and came back with the guitar in hand, dragging a chair behind him with the other.
“Another impromptu performance?”
“I had this one planned out,” Blaine said, sitting down on the chair and tuning the guitar, “Take a seat.”
Kurt raised his eyebrows as he settled onto the floor, “I thought you were a spontaneous guy?”
“You’re an exception,” Kurt gave Blaine such a warm smile that Blaine felt his stomach turn backflips and he just wanted to drop the guitar and rush towards Kurt and kiss him.
No, you have to do this. You need to show him.
Blaine played a few notes on the guitar, “I know you’re scared. I am too. I don’t know what I’m going to do since I’m not seeing you every day like I am now. But Kurt, you and I, we’re not some trashy high school couple like the ones we see in the chick flicks when I come over to your place. We’re real and we’re going to make.”
“This song is for you Kurt, for us. It’s about our relationship, how strong it is. It’s about how I feel when I look at you and how I think you’re the most incredible beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. It’s about how even though we’re young, I’m quite sure I want to spend the rest of every day with you.”
And once that was spoken, Blaine started singing, plucking the strings gently:
When I look into your eyes
It’s like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
There’s so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you’ve come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?
I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up
And when you’re needing your space
To do some navigating
I’ll be here patiently waiting’
To see what you find
'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We’ve got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it
No, I won’t give up
Once he was done, they both had tears streaking down their cheeks and trembling lips and hearts so full of love because they couldn’t believe they found each other through all the hurt and hate that they get each day.
“Kurt, I’ve been looking for you forever. You move me with every word and every touch and every kiss. I love you so much it overwhelms me sometimes and it makes me scared as hell. I’m terrified sometimes, of how much I feel for you, how much I want to be with you at every moment. I’m terrified of the fact that you’re going to be in New York soon and I won’t be able to see you. But I won’t give up on you Kurt, I never will, and I hope you won’t give up on me.”
Blaine smiled and Kurt stood up to hug him. Blaine did the same, winding his arms tightly around Kurt’s waist. Kurt buried his face into Blaine’s neck.
“Don’t let me go. No measure of time with you will be long enough.”
Blaine laughed softly at the quote and tilted Kurt’s head up so that their eyes met, “But we’ll start with forever.”
“Forever’s okay with me,” Kurt said and brought their lips together, the way they were always meant to be.