Two Angsty Klaine Fics For The Price Of One
both part of the Come Back Around future AU I've been writing with gameboycolor, masterlist here
Title: I Hate This Part Right Here
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none specifically referred to
Disclaimer: not my characters, I just borrowed them.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine's freshman year of college doesn't turn out like they thought it would. Watching their relationship crumble was frightening enough. But watching it and not knowing how to stop it was absolutely terrifying.
Kurt didn't know how it had come to this.
It wasn't that they didn't love each other. They did. They still felt just as strongly as they had over a year ago, when they'd first exchanged those precious three words. Stronger, even.
But despite this, despite the fact that at the end of the day they were still each other's everything, the glue that held them together was slowly, steadily disintegrating. Had been for a while.
Watching their relationship crumble was frightening enough. But watching it and not knowing how to stop it was absolutely terrifying.
Because no matter how hard he tried - tried to figure out ways to make their schedules more compatible so they could see each other more often, tried to call more often - the wedge just kept digging in, widening the gap between his life and Blaine's. The arguments kept coming. The secrets. Bit by bit, cracks had started to appear until they had finally reached this devastating point where Kurt didn't even recognize them anymore.
It hadn't even been that big of an argument, not really. Oh, they knew how to hurt each other. They'd used every weapon at their disposal, little barbs that dug under their skin and burned... but they'd had worse, and come out of it better before.
There was just something different about it, this time. About the way Blaine had closed himself off, about the sound of the door slamming behind Kurt as he stormed out. About the tears that streamed down his face afterwards.
About the way they looked at each other, hours later, when Blaine let himself into Kurt's bedroom.
"We're breaking up, aren't we?"
It's not a question, not really. Because it's not just cracks anymore. They're broken. Undeniably, heart wrenchingly, achingly broken.
He's not surprised when Blaine answers yes.
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Title: I Guess Second Best Is All I'll Ever Know
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for implied sexual situations
Characters: Kurt/OMC, implied past Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none specifically referred to
Disclaimer: not my characters, I just borrowed them.
Summary: Kurt's thoughts after waking up next to his first post-Blaine boyfriend for the first time. Angst.
Waking up next to someone you cared about for the first time was supposed to be wonderful. It was supposed to give you this quiet little thrill, seeing their face first thing after cracking open your eyes. The way they'd draped their arm across your bare waist in their sleep was supposed to make you feel warm and safe and secure, like you never wanted to move again. You just wanted to stay there with them in that fuzzy state between waking and sleeping forever.
Kurt didn't feel any of that.
Instead he just felt... empty. Numb. Hollow. Alone, despite the fact that Josh was right there, still fast asleep less than a foot away. He looked beautiful like that, his soft blonde hair falling in his eyes and his chest rising and falling in time with his steady breathing. Kurt's heart should have warmed, or leapt, or something.
But it didn't. It didn't do anything at all, except ache with this sharp pang of loneliness that overwhelmed him and stole his breath away. He turned in the other man's arms, facing away from him with eyes squeezed shut against the sudden swell of tears. He wasn't supposed to feel like this. Why did he feel like this?
Unbidden, memories of other mornings swept through his mind. Dark curls and long lashes and gentle smiles. Sweet, languid kisses and muffled laughter. Quiet, confiding whispers to exchange hopes and dreams and fears and souls. And love. Love everywhere.
After having that - having it, and losing it - everything else just felt cheap.
He was afraid it always would.
Title: I Hate This Part Right Here
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none specifically referred to
Disclaimer: not my characters, I just borrowed them.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine's freshman year of college doesn't turn out like they thought it would. Watching their relationship crumble was frightening enough. But watching it and not knowing how to stop it was absolutely terrifying.
Kurt didn't know how it had come to this.
It wasn't that they didn't love each other. They did. They still felt just as strongly as they had over a year ago, when they'd first exchanged those precious three words. Stronger, even.
But despite this, despite the fact that at the end of the day they were still each other's everything, the glue that held them together was slowly, steadily disintegrating. Had been for a while.
Watching their relationship crumble was frightening enough. But watching it and not knowing how to stop it was absolutely terrifying.
Because no matter how hard he tried - tried to figure out ways to make their schedules more compatible so they could see each other more often, tried to call more often - the wedge just kept digging in, widening the gap between his life and Blaine's. The arguments kept coming. The secrets. Bit by bit, cracks had started to appear until they had finally reached this devastating point where Kurt didn't even recognize them anymore.
It hadn't even been that big of an argument, not really. Oh, they knew how to hurt each other. They'd used every weapon at their disposal, little barbs that dug under their skin and burned... but they'd had worse, and come out of it better before.
There was just something different about it, this time. About the way Blaine had closed himself off, about the sound of the door slamming behind Kurt as he stormed out. About the tears that streamed down his face afterwards.
About the way they looked at each other, hours later, when Blaine let himself into Kurt's bedroom.
"We're breaking up, aren't we?"
It's not a question, not really. Because it's not just cracks anymore. They're broken. Undeniably, heart wrenchingly, achingly broken.
He's not surprised when Blaine answers yes.
---
Title: I Guess Second Best Is All I'll Ever Know
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for implied sexual situations
Characters: Kurt/OMC, implied past Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none specifically referred to
Disclaimer: not my characters, I just borrowed them.
Summary: Kurt's thoughts after waking up next to his first post-Blaine boyfriend for the first time. Angst.
Waking up next to someone you cared about for the first time was supposed to be wonderful. It was supposed to give you this quiet little thrill, seeing their face first thing after cracking open your eyes. The way they'd draped their arm across your bare waist in their sleep was supposed to make you feel warm and safe and secure, like you never wanted to move again. You just wanted to stay there with them in that fuzzy state between waking and sleeping forever.
Kurt didn't feel any of that.
Instead he just felt... empty. Numb. Hollow. Alone, despite the fact that Josh was right there, still fast asleep less than a foot away. He looked beautiful like that, his soft blonde hair falling in his eyes and his chest rising and falling in time with his steady breathing. Kurt's heart should have warmed, or leapt, or something.
But it didn't. It didn't do anything at all, except ache with this sharp pang of loneliness that overwhelmed him and stole his breath away. He turned in the other man's arms, facing away from him with eyes squeezed shut against the sudden swell of tears. He wasn't supposed to feel like this. Why did he feel like this?
Unbidden, memories of other mornings swept through his mind. Dark curls and long lashes and gentle smiles. Sweet, languid kisses and muffled laughter. Quiet, confiding whispers to exchange hopes and dreams and fears and souls. And love. Love everywhere.
After having that - having it, and losing it - everything else just felt cheap.
He was afraid it always would.