Glee-Fic: Summer Harmony, Lament (Finn/Kurt/Blaine)
Title:Summer Harmony
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Blaine
Chapter: 17/?
Word Count: 2379
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Sequel to 'It All Started With A Question,' 'Lucky' and 'Feel This Good'. here. They're going to work through this. It may not always be easy, but they've got the whole summer to figure themselves out.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I'm done with them. :)
Summer Harmony
Lament
“So, how was your week?” Rachel asks him, fingers moving restlessly in her lap as Kurt regards her from across the table.
“Excellent. Just what we all needed, I think,” he replies breezily, sipping at his coffee before setting it down and looking at her carefully. “I need to talk to you about Jesse.”
“Jesse?” Rachel blinks. “Is this about…what I told you before?”
“Perhaps. I just need to know…have you been talking to him? Or do you just like him from afar?” he asks, trying to keep his tone light.
“We’ve talked. Briefly. We’re both still interested in each other, but obviously it won’t be feasible until I graduate…although he’s told me that he’ll try to transfer to somewhere in New York if we want to…pursue a relationship,” she’s blushing a little, looking radiant, and Kurt can’t help but smile.
“You need to tell Finn.”
“No!” she gasps, covering it up quickly as a couple of people look at them. “No, I can’t tell Finn. He hates Jesse! I need…”
“You need what, Rachel?” Kurt’s eyes narrow. “You need Finn to stay as your boyfriend so you feel better about yourself? He’s not a shirt, Rachel. You can’t debate over him all year and then buy him or not at the end of it, and right now that’s what you’re doing,” he snaps.
He loves Rachel, really, but there are times her stubborn ambition can get in the way of what’s truly right, and what a girl with her brainpower should be able to see is right.
“I love him,” she spun her coffee cup, looking a little conflicted. “I love him, Kurt, but he’s not right for me, and I…”
“Tell him that,” Kurt urges. “He wants to…I know his relationship with you is holding him back from…”
“You think you and Blaine are right for him, then?” her eyes narrow and she shakes her head. “You honestly think he’s mature enough to handle a relationship with two people? Two boys? He can’t keep his mouth shut, Kurt…”
“He will,” Kurt snaps. “I’ve spoken to him about it. And…”
“You know what you have won’t last,” she says gently, and Kurt knows she isn’t being rude about it; she just believes it. “It might be fun for a while, but it just isn’t feasible in the long term, and I know you know that.”
“I used to,” he admits, staring at the wood grain in the table, fingers aimlessly tracing patterns in the grooves. “I did, when this started, but…I love them, Rachel,” he admits softly. “I always have, and Finn’s been…amazing throughout this whole thing, and he and Blaine get along remarkably well and I just…I think it could work. Maybe not forever, but at least through college,” he smiles wryly. “But Finn can never do that if you don’t let him go.”
“I can’t, Kurt,” she shakes her head sadly. “I can’t…”
“Is that because you don’t want to, or because you don’t want me to get him?” Kurt nearly growls, a little amazed at his own vehemence. “You remember that, Rachel? How you’d always be ahead of me when it came to him because of your sex? Are you that afraid to admit you were wrong?”
“I’m just doing what’s best for him…”
“Rachel, I’m quite sure he has the capability to decide what’s best for himself,” Kurt says harshly and she flinches back, nodding.
“I know, Kurt. I know, but I’m…”
“You’re worried he’ll be angry with you,” Kurt guesses and she nods in agreement. “Rachel, he might be. But I can guarantee you that he’ll be much angrier if he finds out the truth some other way. You know I’m right,” he takes her hand gently and she finally smiles and gives it a squeeze.
“You’re right. I know you’re right. I’ll…it’ll hurt to lose him, but it’s for the best…”
“You don’t need a cheerleader, Rachel,” Kurt tells her honestly. “In New York, you won’t need somebody to tell you how wonderful you are. You already know it. You need somebody to push you forward, and as wonderful as Finn is, his ambition isn’t the same as yours in that situation. Jesse’s is, and I know that he’ll push you to better yourself.”
“Okay,” she takes a deep breath and smiles at him, and he stands to move around the table and hug her. “Okay. The next time I see him, I’ll…I’ll explain and I’ll break things off. You’re right. It’s for the best.”
“I’m glad you see that,” he picks up his coffee cup and moves to leave as she calls after him. “Yes?”
“You know how lucky you are, Kurt. That he…that he loves you and you can return that love,” she looks a little sad again and Kurt nods.
“Oh, trust me, honey: I know,” he winks and sees her smile before he leaves the shop, his steps noticeably lighter.
Now there was nothing standing in their way.
000
“They’re breaking up?”
“They’re breaking up!” Kurt sounds obviously giddy and Blaine feels a smile spread across his own face at his tone. “They’re breaking up, and you know what that means…”
“Babe, are you ready for that?” Blaine asks hesitantly. “I mean, I know sometime, but…”
“I’m ready,” Kurt sounds a little apprehensive, but that’s to be expected. “I mean…yes. I’m ready.”
“Have you thought about…I mean,” Blaine pauses, because he really doesn’t want to hear this, but he needs to ask. “You know what I mean. Have you…”
“Blaine,” Kurt already sounds apologetic. “I…when I dream about it, or think about it, it’s always him. But that’s just in my head, that doesn’t mean…”
“It does. It’s telling you what you want, Kurt, and I’m not…”
“Blaine…” Kurt repeats, but he stops talking as if he’s not quite sure what to say. “I’m not…let’s just see how it goes, alright?”
“Kurt,” Blaine says gently, trying to calm the other boy down. Truth be told, he did know, and he couldn’t fault Kurt for that. Your first love is always going to be special, and if he took away Kurt’s chance to share that with Finn he’d be nothing less than a horrible person.
It would be different, perhaps, if he and Kurt were both virgins, but since his first time technically had been with his first love (in a way. He’d had a major crush on the other boy and it was only after the fact that he’d realized how slimy and not genuine he was, but at the time…), even though he’s pretty sure Kurt’s his true love and that makes all the difference. “It’s okay. Like I said, though, the first time you top, it had better be with me.”
“I can promise you that. You really think Finn’s going to let us do that to him?” he laughs, sounding a little happier, and Blaine just kind of wants to hold him.
“Not for a while, surely,” Blaine snorts and he can hear Kurt laugh. “Regardless, Rachel was…receptive to your suggestion?”
“She understood why, and I think she’s probably regretting telling me about Jesse in the first place, but it’s for the best. For all of us,” Kurt adds and Blaine smiles, leaning back on the bed, although the sudden thump on the other end of the line and Kurt yelling something are completely unexpected and he sits up abruptly.
“Kurt? Kurt, are you…Kurt?!”
Only a dial tone answers him, and he clutches the phone to his chest and starts quietly freaking out.
…What now?
000
Finn can’t believe it.
Yes, he’s happy that Rachel told him before she and Jesse had done much more than talk, but he still can’t believe it.
He hates Jesse.
Hates him, hates him, hates him.
And it’s not so much losing Rachel, because he’d somehow known in his heart that the two of them weren’t meant to be, but…
He stomps up the stairs, hearing Kurt talking to somebody, and stops outside of his door, listening in. It’s probably just Blaine, but…
“She understood why, and I think she’s probably regretting telling me about Jesse in the first place, but it’s for the best. For all of us,” Kurt’s saying, and Finn’s hand clenches around the doorframe, his vision suddenly awash in a haze of red.
Kurt.
Kurt knew.
Kurt knew about Rachel and Jesse and didn’t tell him, just like he knew that the baby wasn’t his and didn’t tell him…
And Finn has always had issues with his temper, usually to results that weren’t wonderful, and this was hardly an exception as he threw open the door and stalked over to the bed, grabbing Kurt’s phone and chucking it across the room.
“What the Hell, Finn?!” Kurt shrieks at him, jumping to his feet. “What’s…”
“You knew,” Finn says quietly, his anger bubbling just below the surface. “I just heard you; you knew that Rachel was still in love with him. You knew and you didn’t tell me,” he snarls, scaring himself, but Kurt just stands up to his full height and moves forward, poking him in the chest and glaring.
“Yes. I knew. Blaine knew. You know why we didn’t tell you? Because guess what would have happened: you and Rachel would have both accused us of trying to break you up so that we could have you, and she would have no doubt denied the whole thing. She had to tell you herself or this wouldn’t have…”
“Don’t give me that! You lied to me!”
“Finn…I know you’re hurting, but you need to take a step back and…”
And part of Finn knows that Kurt’s only being rational; he knows that’s Kurt’s right, but at the moment it’s not getting through to him at all and the only emotion he’s aware of is this white-hot rage coursing through him. “You know what, Kurt? Forget this. Just go and be with your perfect boyfriend and have your perfect life and leave me out of it. Everything was fine before you started making it complicated!”
“I didn’t hear you saying ‘no!’” Kurt yells back, fists clenched at his sides and chest heaving. “You could have called it off! You couldn’t!”
“You wanna bet?” Finn narrows his eyes and sees a flash of fear in Kurt’s as he takes a step forward. “I’m ending this.”
“Finn…” Kurt reaches a hand toward him and for a second Finn comes to himself, seeing himself and Kurt in that bathtub and just thinking about how right it felt, Kurt warm and snug and safe against him, but it’s gone in an instant. “Finn, don’t. Can’t we talk about this?”
“Forget it. Just forget it,” Finn moves away and Kurt grabs his arm, Finn swinging out instinctively and hearing a yelp of pain, and that definitely brings him back to himself, Kurt on the ground and his beautiful eyes are wide and bright, tears forming even as Finn watches.
And he feels horrible. He didn’t think it was possible to feel worse than he had during their confrontation in the basement, but he was wrong.
Oh, was he wrong.
“Kurt,” he says softly, haltingly, like he’s talking to a scared animal, and Kurt shakes his head and scoots backward. “Kurt, hey, I’m sorry…you’re right, I know you’re right, if you’d have told me.”
“I’m leaving,” Kurt announces suddenly, and then he’s flying around the room, grabbing suitcases and shoving clothes and face products in until he’s heading out the door.
“Kurt! Kurt, you can’t…”
“Tell the parents I’m in Chicago. If they’re wondering why, tell them that you hit me. See how they take it,” he snarls, and yes, he’s completely justified, and Finn can’t really say anything to refute him.
“Kurt…” he tries again, knowing that Kurt can’t leave like this, and he jumps at him and wraps him up from behind, breaths shaky against his neck as he can feel Kurt shivering in his arms.
“I’m sorry, Finn. I know that…I know your temper’s a little…volatile but…I can’t be around you right now. I don’t trust you,” Kurt’s words cut through him, hurting worse than almost anything he’s ever felt, but the other boy gently touches his hand and Finn pulls away.
Kurt doesn’t look at him as he walks out and slams the door, and Finn collapses to the floor, knowing he’s going to cry.
He doesn’t even try to stop the tears.
000
Kurt doesn’t know how he makes it to Chicago without crashing, but he’s ready to collapse when he rings the door to the place Blaine’s staying at for work, and when the other boy opens it he falls into his arms immediately, clutching at him and gasping and generally being a blubbering fool as Blaine shushes him and moves him into the room, settling them on the bed and holding him tightly.
“I was so worried, Kurt…when the phone line went dead, I thought…”
“Finn,” Kurt gasps. “He heard…he knows that we knew and didn’t tell him, he…he…”
“He what? Did he hurt you?”
Blaine sounds fiercely overprotective and Kurt shook his head. “I touched him and he shook me off a little violently…he didn’t mean to, but I was scared of him, Blaine. I’m…I haven’t felt like that in a long time. Finn’s safe, he’s always been safe, and now…”
“Shh,” Blaine kisses his temple, holding him tightly. “He didn’t mean it. Trust me, Kurt, he didn’t mean it. We’ll figure this out.”
“Can I stay here?”
“For as long as you need to,” Blaine promises. “If Shane asks I can tell him the truth, and I know he won’t kick you out, baby.”
“I love you,” Kurt says suddenly, like he needs the reassurance, and Blaine threads his fingers through the other boy’s and nods.
“I love you too, Kurt. So much.”
“Thank you,” Kurt snuggles against him, legs tangling together, and they stay silent until Kurt’s phone ringing interrupts them.
Blaine reaches for it and looks at the screen. “It’s Finn.”
“Do you…”
“Answer it. If we’re going to make this work, you have to answer it,” Blaine says and Kurt nods.
“Okay. Okay, answer it.”
Blaine sighs and clicks the accept button, holding it so they can both hear.
“Hello?”
Notes
1. A lament is a song of grief or regret, which I think fits in with the chapter rather well.
2. Sorry about the angst in this, it had to happen sooner or later, after all!!
3. Thank you all for the kind words and reviews on this fic, they mean a lot to me!! I am thinking a few more chapters of this at the most, because I know how I want it to end, now ;)
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Blaine
Chapter: 17/?
Word Count: 2379
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Sequel to 'It All Started With A Question,' 'Lucky' and 'Feel This Good'. here. They're going to work through this. It may not always be easy, but they've got the whole summer to figure themselves out.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I'm done with them. :)
Summer Harmony
Lament
“So, how was your week?” Rachel asks him, fingers moving restlessly in her lap as Kurt regards her from across the table.
“Excellent. Just what we all needed, I think,” he replies breezily, sipping at his coffee before setting it down and looking at her carefully. “I need to talk to you about Jesse.”
“Jesse?” Rachel blinks. “Is this about…what I told you before?”
“Perhaps. I just need to know…have you been talking to him? Or do you just like him from afar?” he asks, trying to keep his tone light.
“We’ve talked. Briefly. We’re both still interested in each other, but obviously it won’t be feasible until I graduate…although he’s told me that he’ll try to transfer to somewhere in New York if we want to…pursue a relationship,” she’s blushing a little, looking radiant, and Kurt can’t help but smile.
“You need to tell Finn.”
“No!” she gasps, covering it up quickly as a couple of people look at them. “No, I can’t tell Finn. He hates Jesse! I need…”
“You need what, Rachel?” Kurt’s eyes narrow. “You need Finn to stay as your boyfriend so you feel better about yourself? He’s not a shirt, Rachel. You can’t debate over him all year and then buy him or not at the end of it, and right now that’s what you’re doing,” he snaps.
He loves Rachel, really, but there are times her stubborn ambition can get in the way of what’s truly right, and what a girl with her brainpower should be able to see is right.
“I love him,” she spun her coffee cup, looking a little conflicted. “I love him, Kurt, but he’s not right for me, and I…”
“Tell him that,” Kurt urges. “He wants to…I know his relationship with you is holding him back from…”
“You think you and Blaine are right for him, then?” her eyes narrow and she shakes her head. “You honestly think he’s mature enough to handle a relationship with two people? Two boys? He can’t keep his mouth shut, Kurt…”
“He will,” Kurt snaps. “I’ve spoken to him about it. And…”
“You know what you have won’t last,” she says gently, and Kurt knows she isn’t being rude about it; she just believes it. “It might be fun for a while, but it just isn’t feasible in the long term, and I know you know that.”
“I used to,” he admits, staring at the wood grain in the table, fingers aimlessly tracing patterns in the grooves. “I did, when this started, but…I love them, Rachel,” he admits softly. “I always have, and Finn’s been…amazing throughout this whole thing, and he and Blaine get along remarkably well and I just…I think it could work. Maybe not forever, but at least through college,” he smiles wryly. “But Finn can never do that if you don’t let him go.”
“I can’t, Kurt,” she shakes her head sadly. “I can’t…”
“Is that because you don’t want to, or because you don’t want me to get him?” Kurt nearly growls, a little amazed at his own vehemence. “You remember that, Rachel? How you’d always be ahead of me when it came to him because of your sex? Are you that afraid to admit you were wrong?”
“I’m just doing what’s best for him…”
“Rachel, I’m quite sure he has the capability to decide what’s best for himself,” Kurt says harshly and she flinches back, nodding.
“I know, Kurt. I know, but I’m…”
“You’re worried he’ll be angry with you,” Kurt guesses and she nods in agreement. “Rachel, he might be. But I can guarantee you that he’ll be much angrier if he finds out the truth some other way. You know I’m right,” he takes her hand gently and she finally smiles and gives it a squeeze.
“You’re right. I know you’re right. I’ll…it’ll hurt to lose him, but it’s for the best…”
“You don’t need a cheerleader, Rachel,” Kurt tells her honestly. “In New York, you won’t need somebody to tell you how wonderful you are. You already know it. You need somebody to push you forward, and as wonderful as Finn is, his ambition isn’t the same as yours in that situation. Jesse’s is, and I know that he’ll push you to better yourself.”
“Okay,” she takes a deep breath and smiles at him, and he stands to move around the table and hug her. “Okay. The next time I see him, I’ll…I’ll explain and I’ll break things off. You’re right. It’s for the best.”
“I’m glad you see that,” he picks up his coffee cup and moves to leave as she calls after him. “Yes?”
“You know how lucky you are, Kurt. That he…that he loves you and you can return that love,” she looks a little sad again and Kurt nods.
“Oh, trust me, honey: I know,” he winks and sees her smile before he leaves the shop, his steps noticeably lighter.
Now there was nothing standing in their way.
000
“They’re breaking up?”
“They’re breaking up!” Kurt sounds obviously giddy and Blaine feels a smile spread across his own face at his tone. “They’re breaking up, and you know what that means…”
“Babe, are you ready for that?” Blaine asks hesitantly. “I mean, I know sometime, but…”
“I’m ready,” Kurt sounds a little apprehensive, but that’s to be expected. “I mean…yes. I’m ready.”
“Have you thought about…I mean,” Blaine pauses, because he really doesn’t want to hear this, but he needs to ask. “You know what I mean. Have you…”
“Blaine,” Kurt already sounds apologetic. “I…when I dream about it, or think about it, it’s always him. But that’s just in my head, that doesn’t mean…”
“It does. It’s telling you what you want, Kurt, and I’m not…”
“Blaine…” Kurt repeats, but he stops talking as if he’s not quite sure what to say. “I’m not…let’s just see how it goes, alright?”
“Kurt,” Blaine says gently, trying to calm the other boy down. Truth be told, he did know, and he couldn’t fault Kurt for that. Your first love is always going to be special, and if he took away Kurt’s chance to share that with Finn he’d be nothing less than a horrible person.
It would be different, perhaps, if he and Kurt were both virgins, but since his first time technically had been with his first love (in a way. He’d had a major crush on the other boy and it was only after the fact that he’d realized how slimy and not genuine he was, but at the time…), even though he’s pretty sure Kurt’s his true love and that makes all the difference. “It’s okay. Like I said, though, the first time you top, it had better be with me.”
“I can promise you that. You really think Finn’s going to let us do that to him?” he laughs, sounding a little happier, and Blaine just kind of wants to hold him.
“Not for a while, surely,” Blaine snorts and he can hear Kurt laugh. “Regardless, Rachel was…receptive to your suggestion?”
“She understood why, and I think she’s probably regretting telling me about Jesse in the first place, but it’s for the best. For all of us,” Kurt adds and Blaine smiles, leaning back on the bed, although the sudden thump on the other end of the line and Kurt yelling something are completely unexpected and he sits up abruptly.
“Kurt? Kurt, are you…Kurt?!”
Only a dial tone answers him, and he clutches the phone to his chest and starts quietly freaking out.
…What now?
000
Finn can’t believe it.
Yes, he’s happy that Rachel told him before she and Jesse had done much more than talk, but he still can’t believe it.
He hates Jesse.
Hates him, hates him, hates him.
And it’s not so much losing Rachel, because he’d somehow known in his heart that the two of them weren’t meant to be, but…
He stomps up the stairs, hearing Kurt talking to somebody, and stops outside of his door, listening in. It’s probably just Blaine, but…
“She understood why, and I think she’s probably regretting telling me about Jesse in the first place, but it’s for the best. For all of us,” Kurt’s saying, and Finn’s hand clenches around the doorframe, his vision suddenly awash in a haze of red.
Kurt.
Kurt knew.
Kurt knew about Rachel and Jesse and didn’t tell him, just like he knew that the baby wasn’t his and didn’t tell him…
And Finn has always had issues with his temper, usually to results that weren’t wonderful, and this was hardly an exception as he threw open the door and stalked over to the bed, grabbing Kurt’s phone and chucking it across the room.
“What the Hell, Finn?!” Kurt shrieks at him, jumping to his feet. “What’s…”
“You knew,” Finn says quietly, his anger bubbling just below the surface. “I just heard you; you knew that Rachel was still in love with him. You knew and you didn’t tell me,” he snarls, scaring himself, but Kurt just stands up to his full height and moves forward, poking him in the chest and glaring.
“Yes. I knew. Blaine knew. You know why we didn’t tell you? Because guess what would have happened: you and Rachel would have both accused us of trying to break you up so that we could have you, and she would have no doubt denied the whole thing. She had to tell you herself or this wouldn’t have…”
“Don’t give me that! You lied to me!”
“Finn…I know you’re hurting, but you need to take a step back and…”
And part of Finn knows that Kurt’s only being rational; he knows that’s Kurt’s right, but at the moment it’s not getting through to him at all and the only emotion he’s aware of is this white-hot rage coursing through him. “You know what, Kurt? Forget this. Just go and be with your perfect boyfriend and have your perfect life and leave me out of it. Everything was fine before you started making it complicated!”
“I didn’t hear you saying ‘no!’” Kurt yells back, fists clenched at his sides and chest heaving. “You could have called it off! You couldn’t!”
“You wanna bet?” Finn narrows his eyes and sees a flash of fear in Kurt’s as he takes a step forward. “I’m ending this.”
“Finn…” Kurt reaches a hand toward him and for a second Finn comes to himself, seeing himself and Kurt in that bathtub and just thinking about how right it felt, Kurt warm and snug and safe against him, but it’s gone in an instant. “Finn, don’t. Can’t we talk about this?”
“Forget it. Just forget it,” Finn moves away and Kurt grabs his arm, Finn swinging out instinctively and hearing a yelp of pain, and that definitely brings him back to himself, Kurt on the ground and his beautiful eyes are wide and bright, tears forming even as Finn watches.
And he feels horrible. He didn’t think it was possible to feel worse than he had during their confrontation in the basement, but he was wrong.
Oh, was he wrong.
“Kurt,” he says softly, haltingly, like he’s talking to a scared animal, and Kurt shakes his head and scoots backward. “Kurt, hey, I’m sorry…you’re right, I know you’re right, if you’d have told me.”
“I’m leaving,” Kurt announces suddenly, and then he’s flying around the room, grabbing suitcases and shoving clothes and face products in until he’s heading out the door.
“Kurt! Kurt, you can’t…”
“Tell the parents I’m in Chicago. If they’re wondering why, tell them that you hit me. See how they take it,” he snarls, and yes, he’s completely justified, and Finn can’t really say anything to refute him.
“Kurt…” he tries again, knowing that Kurt can’t leave like this, and he jumps at him and wraps him up from behind, breaths shaky against his neck as he can feel Kurt shivering in his arms.
“I’m sorry, Finn. I know that…I know your temper’s a little…volatile but…I can’t be around you right now. I don’t trust you,” Kurt’s words cut through him, hurting worse than almost anything he’s ever felt, but the other boy gently touches his hand and Finn pulls away.
Kurt doesn’t look at him as he walks out and slams the door, and Finn collapses to the floor, knowing he’s going to cry.
He doesn’t even try to stop the tears.
000
Kurt doesn’t know how he makes it to Chicago without crashing, but he’s ready to collapse when he rings the door to the place Blaine’s staying at for work, and when the other boy opens it he falls into his arms immediately, clutching at him and gasping and generally being a blubbering fool as Blaine shushes him and moves him into the room, settling them on the bed and holding him tightly.
“I was so worried, Kurt…when the phone line went dead, I thought…”
“Finn,” Kurt gasps. “He heard…he knows that we knew and didn’t tell him, he…he…”
“He what? Did he hurt you?”
Blaine sounds fiercely overprotective and Kurt shook his head. “I touched him and he shook me off a little violently…he didn’t mean to, but I was scared of him, Blaine. I’m…I haven’t felt like that in a long time. Finn’s safe, he’s always been safe, and now…”
“Shh,” Blaine kisses his temple, holding him tightly. “He didn’t mean it. Trust me, Kurt, he didn’t mean it. We’ll figure this out.”
“Can I stay here?”
“For as long as you need to,” Blaine promises. “If Shane asks I can tell him the truth, and I know he won’t kick you out, baby.”
“I love you,” Kurt says suddenly, like he needs the reassurance, and Blaine threads his fingers through the other boy’s and nods.
“I love you too, Kurt. So much.”
“Thank you,” Kurt snuggles against him, legs tangling together, and they stay silent until Kurt’s phone ringing interrupts them.
Blaine reaches for it and looks at the screen. “It’s Finn.”
“Do you…”
“Answer it. If we’re going to make this work, you have to answer it,” Blaine says and Kurt nods.
“Okay. Okay, answer it.”
Blaine sighs and clicks the accept button, holding it so they can both hear.
“Hello?”
Notes
1. A lament is a song of grief or regret, which I think fits in with the chapter rather well.
2. Sorry about the angst in this, it had to happen sooner or later, after all!!
3. Thank you all for the kind words and reviews on this fic, they mean a lot to me!! I am thinking a few more chapters of this at the most, because I know how I want it to end, now ;)