It's a fine romance but it's left me so undone...--PG--Kurt/Blaine--1/1
Title: It's a fine romance but it's left me so undone...
Author: freakgeeknation
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 2165
Timeline: Future fic. 4 years post graduation.
Summary: Both trying to escape the reprocutions of their recent breakup, Kurt and Blaine run into each other in the most random of places. Or is it really?
It would only be Blaine’s luck that he’d see Kurt in the one place he decided to travel to in order to forget the past month of his life. To forget the tragic phone call in the middle of the night that only he and Kurt himself could make so dramatic they could write their own Broadway play to the conversation. To forget the cardboard box with Kurt’s address on it in black sharpie marker containing whatever memories that were left of Kurt’s existence that Blaine could stand to part with still sitting next to Blaine’s front door that he’d hadn’t have the courage, patience or heart to send out yet.
So instead of sending the box out as some kind of closure, Blaine left it where it had been sitting for the past month next to the front door, and decided the only logical thing to do was go to Paris, the one place he and Kurt had talked about going till it was dead and long past buried. Kind of like them.
So Blaine isn’t surprised that the Universe of course has a sense of humor and decides to plant Kurt, in all his fashion glory, at a small quaint table in front of a café just a block from the hotel he had dropped his entire savings on to stay at. If you’re life is total shit and will continue to be now that the one thing you had held onto was gone, why not go down in style, right?
So there he was, sipping his tea or coffee or who the hell knows, one pinky up like it couldn’t have been staged any better by the God’s of fate. Blaine contemplating just ignoring him. But who the hell was he kidding? When could he ever ignore Kurt?
The 7 foot walk to his table seriously lasted 10 minutes because like Blaine had said before, his relationship or now lack there of with Kurt had always had its divine moments of Oscar worthy performances. And he can feel it, right down to his designer loafers, this was gonna be the cake taker.
Kurt doesn’t notice him at first. He continues to hum and read his magazine over his huge black sunglasses and shake his crossed legged foot into the cool rainy Paris air. It’s not until Blaine whispers his name in the most pathetic of ways that he looks up, eye brow raised. At first it seems as though Kurt isn’t phased at all by the existence of Blaine in front of him on a random European street.
At first.
Then his brow creases and his eyes soften and his crossed leg slowly and gently uncrosses. He sits up a bit straighter. And he finally lets out his breath.
“W-What…I…”
Blaine’s chest heaves with a large sigh. “Where are you staying?”
~*~
Kurt doesn’t let go of his leather messenger bag even after Blaine’s hotel room door is closed and Blaine’s already poured himself some tea. He hasn’t removed his coat either even though Blaine thinks the room is sweltering. Maybe it’s just him. Maybe it’s just the situation.
Either way Blaine can see the fear in Kurt’s eyes. And it saddens him because it’s used to be he could read every expression Kurt had. He knew everything about him and even though it had only been a month since the last time he had heard Kurt’s voice, he could already tell Kurt was far away from him. Emotionally and physically.
He just didn’t know why. And it makes him sadder than he has ever been in his entire life.
“I don’t expect you to hang around.” Blaine spits out. Kurt’s eye brow rises again and he opens his mouth to give him a rebuttal but nothing escapes his lips.
“I just figured…” Blaine continues but then trails off. Because he has no idea what he figured. Maybe he just wanted to get Kurt alone in his hotel room. Maybe he just thought they had some things left to say. There are so many maybes hanging in the air between them right now that Blaine isn’t sure where to start.
“Yeah.” Kurt whispers. “I know.” He finally sets his bag down and settles himself next to it on the large King size bed in the middle of the room. He buries his face in his hands and makes a small squeaking sound behind them. This makes Blaine smile. When he finally breaks free from his fingered jail cell he looks up at the man he had spent the last four years of his life with. Someone he had literally given everything he had to. Someone who’s heart he had broken in single sentence.
“I just can’t do this anymore, Blaine.”
Kurt winces remembering the words he had spent the last month wishing he could take back.
“I guess it would be silly to ask what you’re doing here, huh?”
Kurt smirks. “I think so considering I’m here for the same reason you are.”
“Oh. So you’re trying to get over the person you though for sure you were going to spend the rest of your life with but instead they decided to call you up at 3am the morning before you were going to propose to them and break up with you instead?”
Blaine knows it’s low. Blaine knows he’s being childish and petty and he’s lashing out at Kurt due to his anger and sadness. And he regrets it seconds after the words pass his lips because he sees Kurt’s expression. Kurt didn’t know. He’d never told him. What was the point? In Kurt’s mind it was over. Why keep a dead horse around?
Kurt’s eyes are now as wide as the China dinner plates Blaine had all picked out for them. His mouth is hanging wide open again, apologies and questions hanging on the tip of his tongue.
Blaine groans and locks himself in the bathroom.
~*~
The soft knocking on the door echoes through the large bathroom bouncing off the marble surrounding Blaine. He’s been sitting on the edge of the porcelain bathtub for almost an hour now. He’s acting like a child. He knows this. But he literally cannot help himself. He was seconds away from throwing an all out temper tantrum in front of Kurt so to save himself from even more embarrassment he felt locking himself in the bathroom would be better. It didn’t work.
“Blaine, please let’s just talk, okay?” He can hear Kurt’s soft and gentle voice through the door. And if he couldn’t be any more pathetic right now, Blaine stands, and presses his hand against the door. He can almost feel Kurt’s defeat. He takes a deep breath, opening the door. Kurt’s leaning against the door jamb, arms folded. He looks…annoyed. See? Blaine has no clue anymore.
“You’re a jerk.”
Blaine scoffs, pushing past his once lover. “I’m a jerk? That’s surreal.”
Kurt rolls his eyes and turns slightly, never leaving the doorway. “This whole thing is surreal, sweetie.”
“Don’t!” Blaine turns on his heel, holding up his finger. “Don’t you dare start with your pet names.”
Kurt rolls his eyes again and Blaine has never wanted so badly to punch someone in the mouth.
“I love how flip you can be about this whole thing.” Blaine practically growls the words at him.
Kurt pushes himself off the door jamb and with all his grace stalks across the room planting himself in front of Blaine. “You honestly believe this is easy for me. That I’m all calm cool and collected standing in your hotel room in the middle of Paris? You think I’m just ‘tra la la’??” His voice hits a particularly high note at the end of his last la.
“Well considering you’re the one who ended it, yeah, I guess so, Kurt.”
Kurt shakes his head and lets out a loud ‘UGH’. He turns, eyes quivering. “Did you ever think I came because of you? Because of us? That I was too embarrassed and broken to just show up at your door and tell you I made the biggest mistake of my life? That I was such an idiot for letting you go and I can’t even tell you why I did it? That what you gave me, what we had, was a thousand, million times better than anything in the entire world had to offer me? Did you ever think that me being here was just a really messed up and pathetic way to feel close to you again? How many times did we talk about coming here? Lying in bed in the middle of the night, talking about where the world could take us? So here I am, Blaine.” He throws his arms out. “I’m here. And here you are right in front of me and I’ve never felt so incredibly alone.”
Blaine knows there are a couple of different things he could say in this moment. He could tell Kurt how badly he hurt him. How his whole world has been turned upside down since he left. How he ached night after night as his finger hovered over the send button on his iphone to just press it. Once. But he never did. Because he knew it wouldn’t have been what Kurt wanted.
He could tell him he’s sorry for whatever it was that he did to make Kurt go. That in a way him leaving made him take a long look at himself in the mirror and since that phone call ended that night he’s been trying to be the person Kurt would have wanted him to be.
Then in turn he could get made yet again at Kurt for not loving him or accepting him as he was. Which in turn is probably why he left. He wasn’t what Kurt wanted. It could go on forever if he insisted on talking. So instead he tells Kurt the first thing that comes to mind after Kurt’s heartfelt confession.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Kurt’s already naturally pink cheeks deepen into a dark shade of crimson. He lets out a small sigh and plops down onto the soft down mattress. “Come here.”
Blaine is hesitant to get any closer to Kurt. He’s been here before. Standing at a crossroads of what he should do next. Take a chance? He could like he did 4 years ago in front of that piano at Dalton. He leaned in and kissed Kurt, sparks igniting in his stomach and heart that just made his whole soul catch fire every day after that up until this day. Or he could step back and realize that it’s just Paris. The romance of it all. The fate of the two of them being in the same city at the same time. It’s not love. The pessimist in him wants to chalk all this up to that tingly feeling you get in your stomach when you see an old flame. What could have been. But Blaine knows Kurt isn’t some old flame. He is the flame that continues to make his soul catch fire every second of every day. That’s the only thing he knows for sure in his life.
So he walks to where Kurt sits on the bed, and immediately falls to his knees and Kurt wraps his arms around him. He buries his face in Kurt’s shirt, taking in the familiar scent. Kurt’s fingers ruffle the back of Blaine’s hair and he can faintly hear Kurt’s gentle soothing voice advising him that he needs a haircut.
He also hears Kurt’s apologies over and over whispered in his ear and Blaine knows he’s an idiot and should still be angry but he can’t be. He knows a couple of months from now Kurt could have another late night battle with himself and Blaine could be right back where he was broken hearted and alone. But he doesn’t care. He’s taking a chance. Isn’t that what he’s always done?
5 years later:
Soft tiny hands gently scratch at the back of Blaine’s neck as he maneuvers through the airport. One hand under a small butt clothed with pink denim as the other pulls a small designer carry on behind him.
“She fell asleep, huh?” Kurt practically whispers as he takes the little girl from Blaine’s arms which he finds ironic since the crowds around him sound like opening day at Yankee Stadium.
“Of course because she’s going to be up the entire plane ride.” Blaine stretches out his arm, wincing a bit at the ache from carrying Rachel.
“She was fine when we flew home to visit our parents.” Kurt reminds Blaine as they head toward the international gate.
“That was 2 hours. This is 8.” Blaine keeps his hand secured on the small of Kurt’s back as they walk.
“Such a pessimist.” Kurt stops, turning his head back toward Blaine to lay a small kiss on his cheek. Blaine smiles.
“It’s why you married me.”
Author: freakgeeknation
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 2165
Timeline: Future fic. 4 years post graduation.
Summary: Both trying to escape the reprocutions of their recent breakup, Kurt and Blaine run into each other in the most random of places. Or is it really?
It would only be Blaine’s luck that he’d see Kurt in the one place he decided to travel to in order to forget the past month of his life. To forget the tragic phone call in the middle of the night that only he and Kurt himself could make so dramatic they could write their own Broadway play to the conversation. To forget the cardboard box with Kurt’s address on it in black sharpie marker containing whatever memories that were left of Kurt’s existence that Blaine could stand to part with still sitting next to Blaine’s front door that he’d hadn’t have the courage, patience or heart to send out yet.
So instead of sending the box out as some kind of closure, Blaine left it where it had been sitting for the past month next to the front door, and decided the only logical thing to do was go to Paris, the one place he and Kurt had talked about going till it was dead and long past buried. Kind of like them.
So Blaine isn’t surprised that the Universe of course has a sense of humor and decides to plant Kurt, in all his fashion glory, at a small quaint table in front of a café just a block from the hotel he had dropped his entire savings on to stay at. If you’re life is total shit and will continue to be now that the one thing you had held onto was gone, why not go down in style, right?
So there he was, sipping his tea or coffee or who the hell knows, one pinky up like it couldn’t have been staged any better by the God’s of fate. Blaine contemplating just ignoring him. But who the hell was he kidding? When could he ever ignore Kurt?
The 7 foot walk to his table seriously lasted 10 minutes because like Blaine had said before, his relationship or now lack there of with Kurt had always had its divine moments of Oscar worthy performances. And he can feel it, right down to his designer loafers, this was gonna be the cake taker.
Kurt doesn’t notice him at first. He continues to hum and read his magazine over his huge black sunglasses and shake his crossed legged foot into the cool rainy Paris air. It’s not until Blaine whispers his name in the most pathetic of ways that he looks up, eye brow raised. At first it seems as though Kurt isn’t phased at all by the existence of Blaine in front of him on a random European street.
At first.
Then his brow creases and his eyes soften and his crossed leg slowly and gently uncrosses. He sits up a bit straighter. And he finally lets out his breath.
“W-What…I…”
Blaine’s chest heaves with a large sigh. “Where are you staying?”
~*~
Kurt doesn’t let go of his leather messenger bag even after Blaine’s hotel room door is closed and Blaine’s already poured himself some tea. He hasn’t removed his coat either even though Blaine thinks the room is sweltering. Maybe it’s just him. Maybe it’s just the situation.
Either way Blaine can see the fear in Kurt’s eyes. And it saddens him because it’s used to be he could read every expression Kurt had. He knew everything about him and even though it had only been a month since the last time he had heard Kurt’s voice, he could already tell Kurt was far away from him. Emotionally and physically.
He just didn’t know why. And it makes him sadder than he has ever been in his entire life.
“I don’t expect you to hang around.” Blaine spits out. Kurt’s eye brow rises again and he opens his mouth to give him a rebuttal but nothing escapes his lips.
“I just figured…” Blaine continues but then trails off. Because he has no idea what he figured. Maybe he just wanted to get Kurt alone in his hotel room. Maybe he just thought they had some things left to say. There are so many maybes hanging in the air between them right now that Blaine isn’t sure where to start.
“Yeah.” Kurt whispers. “I know.” He finally sets his bag down and settles himself next to it on the large King size bed in the middle of the room. He buries his face in his hands and makes a small squeaking sound behind them. This makes Blaine smile. When he finally breaks free from his fingered jail cell he looks up at the man he had spent the last four years of his life with. Someone he had literally given everything he had to. Someone who’s heart he had broken in single sentence.
“I just can’t do this anymore, Blaine.”
Kurt winces remembering the words he had spent the last month wishing he could take back.
“I guess it would be silly to ask what you’re doing here, huh?”
Kurt smirks. “I think so considering I’m here for the same reason you are.”
“Oh. So you’re trying to get over the person you though for sure you were going to spend the rest of your life with but instead they decided to call you up at 3am the morning before you were going to propose to them and break up with you instead?”
Blaine knows it’s low. Blaine knows he’s being childish and petty and he’s lashing out at Kurt due to his anger and sadness. And he regrets it seconds after the words pass his lips because he sees Kurt’s expression. Kurt didn’t know. He’d never told him. What was the point? In Kurt’s mind it was over. Why keep a dead horse around?
Kurt’s eyes are now as wide as the China dinner plates Blaine had all picked out for them. His mouth is hanging wide open again, apologies and questions hanging on the tip of his tongue.
Blaine groans and locks himself in the bathroom.
~*~
The soft knocking on the door echoes through the large bathroom bouncing off the marble surrounding Blaine. He’s been sitting on the edge of the porcelain bathtub for almost an hour now. He’s acting like a child. He knows this. But he literally cannot help himself. He was seconds away from throwing an all out temper tantrum in front of Kurt so to save himself from even more embarrassment he felt locking himself in the bathroom would be better. It didn’t work.
“Blaine, please let’s just talk, okay?” He can hear Kurt’s soft and gentle voice through the door. And if he couldn’t be any more pathetic right now, Blaine stands, and presses his hand against the door. He can almost feel Kurt’s defeat. He takes a deep breath, opening the door. Kurt’s leaning against the door jamb, arms folded. He looks…annoyed. See? Blaine has no clue anymore.
“You’re a jerk.”
Blaine scoffs, pushing past his once lover. “I’m a jerk? That’s surreal.”
Kurt rolls his eyes and turns slightly, never leaving the doorway. “This whole thing is surreal, sweetie.”
“Don’t!” Blaine turns on his heel, holding up his finger. “Don’t you dare start with your pet names.”
Kurt rolls his eyes again and Blaine has never wanted so badly to punch someone in the mouth.
“I love how flip you can be about this whole thing.” Blaine practically growls the words at him.
Kurt pushes himself off the door jamb and with all his grace stalks across the room planting himself in front of Blaine. “You honestly believe this is easy for me. That I’m all calm cool and collected standing in your hotel room in the middle of Paris? You think I’m just ‘tra la la’??” His voice hits a particularly high note at the end of his last la.
“Well considering you’re the one who ended it, yeah, I guess so, Kurt.”
Kurt shakes his head and lets out a loud ‘UGH’. He turns, eyes quivering. “Did you ever think I came because of you? Because of us? That I was too embarrassed and broken to just show up at your door and tell you I made the biggest mistake of my life? That I was such an idiot for letting you go and I can’t even tell you why I did it? That what you gave me, what we had, was a thousand, million times better than anything in the entire world had to offer me? Did you ever think that me being here was just a really messed up and pathetic way to feel close to you again? How many times did we talk about coming here? Lying in bed in the middle of the night, talking about where the world could take us? So here I am, Blaine.” He throws his arms out. “I’m here. And here you are right in front of me and I’ve never felt so incredibly alone.”
Blaine knows there are a couple of different things he could say in this moment. He could tell Kurt how badly he hurt him. How his whole world has been turned upside down since he left. How he ached night after night as his finger hovered over the send button on his iphone to just press it. Once. But he never did. Because he knew it wouldn’t have been what Kurt wanted.
He could tell him he’s sorry for whatever it was that he did to make Kurt go. That in a way him leaving made him take a long look at himself in the mirror and since that phone call ended that night he’s been trying to be the person Kurt would have wanted him to be.
Then in turn he could get made yet again at Kurt for not loving him or accepting him as he was. Which in turn is probably why he left. He wasn’t what Kurt wanted. It could go on forever if he insisted on talking. So instead he tells Kurt the first thing that comes to mind after Kurt’s heartfelt confession.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Kurt’s already naturally pink cheeks deepen into a dark shade of crimson. He lets out a small sigh and plops down onto the soft down mattress. “Come here.”
Blaine is hesitant to get any closer to Kurt. He’s been here before. Standing at a crossroads of what he should do next. Take a chance? He could like he did 4 years ago in front of that piano at Dalton. He leaned in and kissed Kurt, sparks igniting in his stomach and heart that just made his whole soul catch fire every day after that up until this day. Or he could step back and realize that it’s just Paris. The romance of it all. The fate of the two of them being in the same city at the same time. It’s not love. The pessimist in him wants to chalk all this up to that tingly feeling you get in your stomach when you see an old flame. What could have been. But Blaine knows Kurt isn’t some old flame. He is the flame that continues to make his soul catch fire every second of every day. That’s the only thing he knows for sure in his life.
So he walks to where Kurt sits on the bed, and immediately falls to his knees and Kurt wraps his arms around him. He buries his face in Kurt’s shirt, taking in the familiar scent. Kurt’s fingers ruffle the back of Blaine’s hair and he can faintly hear Kurt’s gentle soothing voice advising him that he needs a haircut.
He also hears Kurt’s apologies over and over whispered in his ear and Blaine knows he’s an idiot and should still be angry but he can’t be. He knows a couple of months from now Kurt could have another late night battle with himself and Blaine could be right back where he was broken hearted and alone. But he doesn’t care. He’s taking a chance. Isn’t that what he’s always done?
5 years later:
Soft tiny hands gently scratch at the back of Blaine’s neck as he maneuvers through the airport. One hand under a small butt clothed with pink denim as the other pulls a small designer carry on behind him.
“She fell asleep, huh?” Kurt practically whispers as he takes the little girl from Blaine’s arms which he finds ironic since the crowds around him sound like opening day at Yankee Stadium.
“Of course because she’s going to be up the entire plane ride.” Blaine stretches out his arm, wincing a bit at the ache from carrying Rachel.
“She was fine when we flew home to visit our parents.” Kurt reminds Blaine as they head toward the international gate.
“That was 2 hours. This is 8.” Blaine keeps his hand secured on the small of Kurt’s back as they walk.
“Such a pessimist.” Kurt stops, turning his head back toward Blaine to lay a small kiss on his cheek. Blaine smiles.
“It’s why you married me.”