Fic: Straight to You
Title: Straight to you
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Word count: 2400
Warnings: Character death, Superhuman feats of strength, insufficient explanation for end of the world.
Spoilers: none.
Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine. it should be...but it isn't. Damn it!
Summary: If he was going to die, it was going to be in the arms of the man he loved. He would not accept this fate.
Author's note:I actually kind of have to apologize for this one, because I think at one point I promised a few people that I would never write death fic, and here I am. Because Inspiration struck and just wouldn't leave me alone. So I'm sorry. But I hope you enjoy it anyways, and that it isn't too horribly sad for you.
Song used is "Straight to you" sung by josh Groban. You can listen to that here . Seriously you should listen to it, because I listened to it non stop writing this, and got my inspiration for the story from it. It really enhances the story I think...
Also special thanks to Callmerayray who beta'd this despite the fact that she "does not do death!fic!" I love you babe. No one in the world is as wonderful as You.
Straight to You
Oh the towers of ivory are crumbling
And the swallows have sharpened their beaks.
This is the time of our great undoing:
This is the time that I'll come running
Straight to you for I am captured -
Straight to you, for I am captured once again.
Blaine wasn't sure if it was the eery orange glow coming from his window or the distant booming in the background, or maybe the shuttering windows and shaking furniture, or just the cold, empty space next to him in the bed that woke him up, but he was suddenly aware that he was alone and that something was terribly wrong.
Kurt. Where was Kurt? It took him a few minutes of looking around the old but familiar room to remember that he wasn't in his New York apartment. He was at home, in Westerville, Ohio visiting his parents for two weeks during the summer between semesters. Kurt was in Lima visiting his father, he remembered. One mystery settled, Blaine got up to investigate the other oddities.
It wasn't easy walking towards the windows, when every few seconds a burst of energy would shake the house's foundation, but Blaine stumbled his way over to the shuttering glass, pulling back the curtain to stare outside. The sight that greeted him shook him to his core and he swallowed thickly, willing himself to blink back the tears and the terror that had risen like bile so suddenly.
The world was on fire.
The shuddering building suddenly made sense. The sky was lit orange with smoke and fire, lighting striking across the sky and large boulders raining down in fiery intervals in the distance. Whether they were meteorites, or bombs, or something else entirely, Blaine didn't know. He seemed to be in relative safety at the moment, the burning buildings, trees and the sounds of thunder and crashing still far off in the distance, but it was moving towards him and he knew he would not stay safe for long.
Lightning raced across the sky and three seconds later the thunder sounded. Three seconds. Three miles. He needed to move to get to safety. He fumbled with the tv remote, willing there to still be power, hoping to find out what's going on. The news flickered on and he was greeted with more images of the ciaos outside. Except the pictures weren't from Westerville, or even Ohio at first. New York, Pennsylvania, Washington DC, California, Texas, Mexico, Canada, England, France, Italy, Afghanistan, China, Australia, Africa... more and more images of cities all over the world flickered across the screen. It wasn't just Westerville. Everyone everywhere was experiencing the same terror.
He watched the images in a fog, only catching bits of what the news anchor was saying - “Unexplained phenomenon... world wide...extreme peril...stay ...get underground...do not go....”
A crash sounded from outside, loud and too close for Blaine's comfort. The TV flickered before going out entirely and the glow from outside intensified as Blaine turned and saw the buildings burning not two blocks from him. The house shook with tremors and a lamp crashed at his feet. He stumbled around his room, only lit with the glow from the fire outside, looking for his phone. He immediately pressed the speed dial for Kurt praying that he could get a hold of him. If the world was ending, he was not going to miss his last chance at telling Kurt that he loved him.
The dial tone sounded in his ear. “We're sorry, but the number you have dialed....”
Blaine hung up and dialed again. “We're sorry, but the number you have dialed is not available at this time...”
“Damn it!”
Blaine threw his phone across the room in frustration as another crash sounded and the house shook again, books falling off the shelves, and drawers from the dressers falling to the ground. A picture frame landed at his feet, the glass shattering. Trying to keep his balance, Blaine picked the frame up, and looked at the picture beneath the broken glass. Kurt and his own smiling face looked up at him, and his heart clenched at the thought that he might never see Kurt again, never get to tell him....
The window shattered, glass spraying everywhere, and Blaine threw himself across the room, away from the window, trying to shield himself from the spray. The house shook and orange light bounced off the walls, the smell of sulfur burning his nostrils.
No, Blaine thought. It wasn't going to end like this. He wasn't going to cower in a corner while the world burned around him. If he was going to die, it was going to be in the arms of the man he loved. He would not accept this fate.
Brushing off the glass from his arms he got up, removed the picture from the broken frame and left the room, stumbling down the halls and outside to the burning world around him. With no thought for his own safety or even the practicality of it, he climbed into his car, started it and barreled down the road, weaving through debris and fallen power lines, the picture of him and Kurt still clutched in his hand.
His only thought was to get to Kurt. Get to Kurt and never let go. Around him all he could see was fire and lighting, people running around, crying, clutching fallen and bloodied bodies as the world tore itself up. He weaved through crashed cars, burning debris from buildings and trees. He just kept driving, the image of Kurt's face never leaving his mind.
Ten minutes outside of Lima, his goal of getting to Kurt in sight, and a boulder rained from the sky mere feet in front of him. Blaine slammed on the breaks and jerked at the wheel, desperate to avoid the crater that formed but he was too late. His car crashed into the burning crater, turning and flipping till everything went black.
~
The light in our window is fading;
The candle gutter's on the ledge.
Well, now sorrow it comes a-stealing
And I'll cry boy, but I'll come running
Straight to you for I am captured -
Straight to you for I am captured once again.
Blaine wasn't sure how long he lay there on his side, faced pressed into broken glass, the flickering light of the fire a continuing presence, smoke burning his eyes and the smell of sulfur and gas burning his nostrils.
Gas. There was gas. And fire. Blaine had to get away. Now.
Groaning, Blaine moved to unbuckle his seat belt. He cried out in pain. He could feel hot sticky liquid run down the side of his face but he forced himself to move through the pain. He had to get to Kurt. He kicked at the broken windshield till the shattered glass gave way and he could crawl through the broken shards to freedom.
He moved as quickly as his broken and bleeding body would allow him, but his leg gave way for a second and he fell to the ground. Pain shot through his whole body and he almost gave up then, almost gave into the darkness and let it envelope him but he felt something in his hand and realized that he was still holding the picture of him and Kurt. No, he would not give up. If not for himself, then for Kurt. He could still be out there, was still out there. Blaine refused to think of anything happening to him. He was safe as he could be, and he was alive. Blaine knew he was alive. He would feel it in his very soul if he wasn't. And he'd be damned if he left Kurt alone in the world. No. He would live another day to see Kurt. He would.
Determined, Blaine started to crawl through the debris and rubble, up the side of the crater, pulling himself out, muscles straining with the effort, his body screaming in pain, tears rushing down his face mingling with dirt, sweat and blood, but all he could do was press on.
He was barely 20 feet from the crater, having just pushed himself up onto his feet from his knees when he was thrown forward by the explosion of his car behind him.
~
And gone are the days of rainbows,
And gone are the nights of swinging from the stars.
For the sea will swallow up the mountains,
And the sky will throw thunderbolts and sparks
Straight at you, but I'll come running -
Straight to you, but I'll come running one more time.
Blaine landed hard and felt pain shoot up through his shoulder where it collided with the pavement. He lay there panting, crying. He would never see his lover again. Never get to hold him in his arms. Never get to bask in his warmth or hear his whispered sweet nothings, or whisper them back to Kurt. The world was against them. It had always been. It had just never been quite so literal.
But Kurt was strong. He had always said that they should live like the world couldn't touch them or what they had. Because what they had was stronger than hate. It was stronger than any force in the world. Certainly it was stronger than death. It had to be. It couldn't be any other way. Their love had defied so much already. It would certainly defy death.
With the picture of Kurt's smiling face in his mind's eye, Blaine stood up, letting adrenaline pump through him, and his love for Kurt push him onwards, stumbling at first but picking up speed as the adrenaline made him forget everything around him, even his pain, till he was running full speed down the road.
Lighting lit the world up around him and a tree next to him burst into flames, but he kept running. A piece of burning debris fell close enough to him that he could feel the flames on his back, but he didn't stop to see how close he came to being hit. He just kept running. Running to Kurt. Straight to him, not even sure how he knew, knew with his whole being that Kurt was there at his home, but he did.
Kurt would know that Blaine would come for him. Kurt would wait for him. Kurt had always waited for him. Since the day they met, Kurt waited patiently for Blaine to realize what he had always known. That they were meant to be together. So Blaine ran, ran toward the arms of the man he loved, ran so that Kurt wouldn't have to wait any more. He ran until he could run no more.
Because when he finally reached the Hummel house, it was in burning ruins, and the sight stopped Blaine cold.
~
Heaven has denied us it's kingdom.
The saints are drunk and howling at the moon,
And the chariots of heaven are colliding.
Well I'll run babe but I'll come running
Straight to you for I am captured -
Straight to you for I am captured one more time.
Blaine sunk to his knees crying out loud, screaming at the burning sky. No. He couldn't be too late. He would feel it. Kurt had to still be alive.
Yet the sight of the house, nothing more than a pile of rubble and burning ashes gripped at his heart and filled him with despair. So he cried and wailed and cursed the god he didn't believe in for denying him a chance to see his love one last time.
He collapsed in a heap weeping bitterly, letting the pain of losing Kurt, and the pain of his injured body finally take over him. The blackness started to creep in from the edges when he heard a broken voice call out in the distance.
“Bl...Blaine!”
Blaine pulled himself up enough to see the form that the cry had come from. There, at the end of the street, tattered, dirty, and bloody, but still holding himself up, standing but barely, as if it was taking all his effort, was Kurt.
“Kurt!... You're...you're alive!” Blaine cried pushing himself up and stumbling towards the man on the other end of the street, as Kurt moved towards him and then they were running towards each other. The world was falling around them, but all they saw was each other, and all they could think of was that they were going to get to hold each other one last time before the end.
They fell into each others arms, crying in pain, and joy and sorrow. They clutched at each other, as if they couldn't quite believe that the other was real. That they were there, together.
Their tears mingled down their cheeks as they pressed their lips together, trying to say in just a few minutes everything they felt, everything they never had a chance to say to each other.
And then Kurt's legs gave out and they were sinking to the ground, Blaine gripping onto Kurt, holding him in his arms as Kurt's own strength finally reached it's limits and he could no longer hold on.
“I...I waited for you,” Kurt breathed through the pain enveloping him. “I... had to...had to see you...one last...time.”
Blaine clutched Kurt to him, biting back a sob that threatened to overtake him. “I know. I know, sweetheart. And I'm here. I'll always be here. Nothing could stop me from finding you.”
“Blaine, I...” Kurt reached up a trembling hand to Blaine's cheek, ignoring the sticky blood that was still flowing there. “I love....I love you. For...forever.”
Tears flowed down his cheeks and over Kurt's hand. “I love you too, Kurt. Always.”
Kurt smiled a sad smile and closed his eyes, content. His hand fell from Blaine's cheek and to the ground, his body going limp and still in Blaine’s arms, his breath stilled forever.
Blaine sobbed as he leaned down and pressed his lips to his lover's one last time. “I'll see you in the next life, my love,” he whispered against his mouth. And with the world burning around them, Blaine drew one last breath before letting the darkness finally take him to be with his love once more.
The End
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Word count: 2400
Warnings: Character death, Superhuman feats of strength, insufficient explanation for end of the world.
Spoilers: none.
Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine. it should be...but it isn't. Damn it!
Summary: If he was going to die, it was going to be in the arms of the man he loved. He would not accept this fate.
Author's note:I actually kind of have to apologize for this one, because I think at one point I promised a few people that I would never write death fic, and here I am. Because Inspiration struck and just wouldn't leave me alone. So I'm sorry. But I hope you enjoy it anyways, and that it isn't too horribly sad for you.
Song used is "Straight to you" sung by josh Groban. You can listen to that here . Seriously you should listen to it, because I listened to it non stop writing this, and got my inspiration for the story from it. It really enhances the story I think...
Also special thanks to Callmerayray who beta'd this despite the fact that she "does not do death!fic!" I love you babe. No one in the world is as wonderful as You.
Straight to You
Oh the towers of ivory are crumbling
And the swallows have sharpened their beaks.
This is the time of our great undoing:
This is the time that I'll come running
Straight to you for I am captured -
Straight to you, for I am captured once again.
Blaine wasn't sure if it was the eery orange glow coming from his window or the distant booming in the background, or maybe the shuttering windows and shaking furniture, or just the cold, empty space next to him in the bed that woke him up, but he was suddenly aware that he was alone and that something was terribly wrong.
Kurt. Where was Kurt? It took him a few minutes of looking around the old but familiar room to remember that he wasn't in his New York apartment. He was at home, in Westerville, Ohio visiting his parents for two weeks during the summer between semesters. Kurt was in Lima visiting his father, he remembered. One mystery settled, Blaine got up to investigate the other oddities.
It wasn't easy walking towards the windows, when every few seconds a burst of energy would shake the house's foundation, but Blaine stumbled his way over to the shuttering glass, pulling back the curtain to stare outside. The sight that greeted him shook him to his core and he swallowed thickly, willing himself to blink back the tears and the terror that had risen like bile so suddenly.
The world was on fire.
The shuddering building suddenly made sense. The sky was lit orange with smoke and fire, lighting striking across the sky and large boulders raining down in fiery intervals in the distance. Whether they were meteorites, or bombs, or something else entirely, Blaine didn't know. He seemed to be in relative safety at the moment, the burning buildings, trees and the sounds of thunder and crashing still far off in the distance, but it was moving towards him and he knew he would not stay safe for long.
Lightning raced across the sky and three seconds later the thunder sounded. Three seconds. Three miles. He needed to move to get to safety. He fumbled with the tv remote, willing there to still be power, hoping to find out what's going on. The news flickered on and he was greeted with more images of the ciaos outside. Except the pictures weren't from Westerville, or even Ohio at first. New York, Pennsylvania, Washington DC, California, Texas, Mexico, Canada, England, France, Italy, Afghanistan, China, Australia, Africa... more and more images of cities all over the world flickered across the screen. It wasn't just Westerville. Everyone everywhere was experiencing the same terror.
He watched the images in a fog, only catching bits of what the news anchor was saying - “Unexplained phenomenon... world wide...extreme peril...stay ...get underground...do not go....”
A crash sounded from outside, loud and too close for Blaine's comfort. The TV flickered before going out entirely and the glow from outside intensified as Blaine turned and saw the buildings burning not two blocks from him. The house shook with tremors and a lamp crashed at his feet. He stumbled around his room, only lit with the glow from the fire outside, looking for his phone. He immediately pressed the speed dial for Kurt praying that he could get a hold of him. If the world was ending, he was not going to miss his last chance at telling Kurt that he loved him.
The dial tone sounded in his ear. “We're sorry, but the number you have dialed....”
Blaine hung up and dialed again. “We're sorry, but the number you have dialed is not available at this time...”
“Damn it!”
Blaine threw his phone across the room in frustration as another crash sounded and the house shook again, books falling off the shelves, and drawers from the dressers falling to the ground. A picture frame landed at his feet, the glass shattering. Trying to keep his balance, Blaine picked the frame up, and looked at the picture beneath the broken glass. Kurt and his own smiling face looked up at him, and his heart clenched at the thought that he might never see Kurt again, never get to tell him....
The window shattered, glass spraying everywhere, and Blaine threw himself across the room, away from the window, trying to shield himself from the spray. The house shook and orange light bounced off the walls, the smell of sulfur burning his nostrils.
No, Blaine thought. It wasn't going to end like this. He wasn't going to cower in a corner while the world burned around him. If he was going to die, it was going to be in the arms of the man he loved. He would not accept this fate.
Brushing off the glass from his arms he got up, removed the picture from the broken frame and left the room, stumbling down the halls and outside to the burning world around him. With no thought for his own safety or even the practicality of it, he climbed into his car, started it and barreled down the road, weaving through debris and fallen power lines, the picture of him and Kurt still clutched in his hand.
His only thought was to get to Kurt. Get to Kurt and never let go. Around him all he could see was fire and lighting, people running around, crying, clutching fallen and bloodied bodies as the world tore itself up. He weaved through crashed cars, burning debris from buildings and trees. He just kept driving, the image of Kurt's face never leaving his mind.
Ten minutes outside of Lima, his goal of getting to Kurt in sight, and a boulder rained from the sky mere feet in front of him. Blaine slammed on the breaks and jerked at the wheel, desperate to avoid the crater that formed but he was too late. His car crashed into the burning crater, turning and flipping till everything went black.
~
The light in our window is fading;
The candle gutter's on the ledge.
Well, now sorrow it comes a-stealing
And I'll cry boy, but I'll come running
Straight to you for I am captured -
Straight to you for I am captured once again.
Blaine wasn't sure how long he lay there on his side, faced pressed into broken glass, the flickering light of the fire a continuing presence, smoke burning his eyes and the smell of sulfur and gas burning his nostrils.
Gas. There was gas. And fire. Blaine had to get away. Now.
Groaning, Blaine moved to unbuckle his seat belt. He cried out in pain. He could feel hot sticky liquid run down the side of his face but he forced himself to move through the pain. He had to get to Kurt. He kicked at the broken windshield till the shattered glass gave way and he could crawl through the broken shards to freedom.
He moved as quickly as his broken and bleeding body would allow him, but his leg gave way for a second and he fell to the ground. Pain shot through his whole body and he almost gave up then, almost gave into the darkness and let it envelope him but he felt something in his hand and realized that he was still holding the picture of him and Kurt. No, he would not give up. If not for himself, then for Kurt. He could still be out there, was still out there. Blaine refused to think of anything happening to him. He was safe as he could be, and he was alive. Blaine knew he was alive. He would feel it in his very soul if he wasn't. And he'd be damned if he left Kurt alone in the world. No. He would live another day to see Kurt. He would.
Determined, Blaine started to crawl through the debris and rubble, up the side of the crater, pulling himself out, muscles straining with the effort, his body screaming in pain, tears rushing down his face mingling with dirt, sweat and blood, but all he could do was press on.
He was barely 20 feet from the crater, having just pushed himself up onto his feet from his knees when he was thrown forward by the explosion of his car behind him.
~
And gone are the days of rainbows,
And gone are the nights of swinging from the stars.
For the sea will swallow up the mountains,
And the sky will throw thunderbolts and sparks
Straight at you, but I'll come running -
Straight to you, but I'll come running one more time.
Blaine landed hard and felt pain shoot up through his shoulder where it collided with the pavement. He lay there panting, crying. He would never see his lover again. Never get to hold him in his arms. Never get to bask in his warmth or hear his whispered sweet nothings, or whisper them back to Kurt. The world was against them. It had always been. It had just never been quite so literal.
But Kurt was strong. He had always said that they should live like the world couldn't touch them or what they had. Because what they had was stronger than hate. It was stronger than any force in the world. Certainly it was stronger than death. It had to be. It couldn't be any other way. Their love had defied so much already. It would certainly defy death.
With the picture of Kurt's smiling face in his mind's eye, Blaine stood up, letting adrenaline pump through him, and his love for Kurt push him onwards, stumbling at first but picking up speed as the adrenaline made him forget everything around him, even his pain, till he was running full speed down the road.
Lighting lit the world up around him and a tree next to him burst into flames, but he kept running. A piece of burning debris fell close enough to him that he could feel the flames on his back, but he didn't stop to see how close he came to being hit. He just kept running. Running to Kurt. Straight to him, not even sure how he knew, knew with his whole being that Kurt was there at his home, but he did.
Kurt would know that Blaine would come for him. Kurt would wait for him. Kurt had always waited for him. Since the day they met, Kurt waited patiently for Blaine to realize what he had always known. That they were meant to be together. So Blaine ran, ran toward the arms of the man he loved, ran so that Kurt wouldn't have to wait any more. He ran until he could run no more.
Because when he finally reached the Hummel house, it was in burning ruins, and the sight stopped Blaine cold.
~
Heaven has denied us it's kingdom.
The saints are drunk and howling at the moon,
And the chariots of heaven are colliding.
Well I'll run babe but I'll come running
Straight to you for I am captured -
Straight to you for I am captured one more time.
Blaine sunk to his knees crying out loud, screaming at the burning sky. No. He couldn't be too late. He would feel it. Kurt had to still be alive.
Yet the sight of the house, nothing more than a pile of rubble and burning ashes gripped at his heart and filled him with despair. So he cried and wailed and cursed the god he didn't believe in for denying him a chance to see his love one last time.
He collapsed in a heap weeping bitterly, letting the pain of losing Kurt, and the pain of his injured body finally take over him. The blackness started to creep in from the edges when he heard a broken voice call out in the distance.
“Bl...Blaine!”
Blaine pulled himself up enough to see the form that the cry had come from. There, at the end of the street, tattered, dirty, and bloody, but still holding himself up, standing but barely, as if it was taking all his effort, was Kurt.
“Kurt!... You're...you're alive!” Blaine cried pushing himself up and stumbling towards the man on the other end of the street, as Kurt moved towards him and then they were running towards each other. The world was falling around them, but all they saw was each other, and all they could think of was that they were going to get to hold each other one last time before the end.
They fell into each others arms, crying in pain, and joy and sorrow. They clutched at each other, as if they couldn't quite believe that the other was real. That they were there, together.
Their tears mingled down their cheeks as they pressed their lips together, trying to say in just a few minutes everything they felt, everything they never had a chance to say to each other.
And then Kurt's legs gave out and they were sinking to the ground, Blaine gripping onto Kurt, holding him in his arms as Kurt's own strength finally reached it's limits and he could no longer hold on.
“I...I waited for you,” Kurt breathed through the pain enveloping him. “I... had to...had to see you...one last...time.”
Blaine clutched Kurt to him, biting back a sob that threatened to overtake him. “I know. I know, sweetheart. And I'm here. I'll always be here. Nothing could stop me from finding you.”
“Blaine, I...” Kurt reached up a trembling hand to Blaine's cheek, ignoring the sticky blood that was still flowing there. “I love....I love you. For...forever.”
Tears flowed down his cheeks and over Kurt's hand. “I love you too, Kurt. Always.”
Kurt smiled a sad smile and closed his eyes, content. His hand fell from Blaine's cheek and to the ground, his body going limp and still in Blaine’s arms, his breath stilled forever.
Blaine sobbed as he leaned down and pressed his lips to his lover's one last time. “I'll see you in the next life, my love,” he whispered against his mouth. And with the world burning around them, Blaine drew one last breath before letting the darkness finally take him to be with his love once more.
The End