FIC: Pure Imagination (COMPLETE)
Media: Fanfic
Title: Pure Imagination
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 2x20 Prom
Warnings: Angst. And character death.
Word Count: ~1300
Summary: Blaine helps Kurt deal with the death of a loved one.
A/N: This almost broke my heart writing it. Please don't kill me?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Your laugh echoes across the parking lot, clear as a bell, making my heart flutter again. Your hand still holds on to mine, grasping it gently and yet firmly. You haven't let go of it ever since you pulled me up on that stage to get that ridiculous crown I'm still wearing. My breath is still going rapidly and the adrenalin is rushing through my veins from dancing with you.
You look absolutely breathtaking in your tux, like you jumped out of a 50's movie. Especially with that hair. It makes the butterflies in my stomach take flight again.
You turn to me, grinning obnoxiously, high from that rush. You look so happy, I can't help but grin back.
Those jocks tried to ruin my perfect night, Prom Night with my boyfriend. But they couldn't. How could they ever ruin a day I spend with you? When you're with me, everything's great. You're all I need to be incredibly happy.
My heart stings a bit from the need to tell you. I open my mouth, and for a moment it seems like something illuminates you. I can see you clearly, smiling at me. But before I can say a word, you speak.
“I love you!” The light gets a little brighter and I feel like crying from happiness. Your smile is positively gleaming.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Kurt?” I shake my head slightly, losing the thought. When I look up, you stand in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror. “In thoughts again?” you ask, smiling again, but now with a little concern not so well hidden.
“Yeah, sorry... Just thought about prom night again” I whisper, smiling back at you.
Your smile grows bigger, and you look at me with a mixture of disbelieve and utter love. “Prom was great. You looked so beautiful in that kilt. Although I have to say, that suit looks great, too. My boyfriend is the most handsome fella in the world.”
Your smile makes my heart skip a few beats. You have that effect on me.
“Not possible, that's MY boyfriend, even if he is wearing the same tux he wore to prom” I uip, rolling my eyes at you fondly.
You just shrug adorably. “Don't act like you don't like the look. Gotta take advantage of that, right?” I love how you wink at me after saying that. As if I didn't know you're just teasing.
“As long that's all you're taking advantage of... but you're wrong about me liking that tux.. I love it.”
You beam at me, grabbing my tie and tugging me forward a bit. You step closer, readjusting that tie. “You do realize you have to get going soon?” Your smile slowly dissolves into a more uncertain expression and it's breaking my heart, making my eyes sting and my breath catch in my throat.
“I don't know if I'm ready yet” I choke out. In response, you take my hand.
“Kurt... before you go, I have something for you.” you breathe, and I nod quickly. You lean forward, whispering quietly.
“Hold your breath”
I do as you tell me, closing my eyes without thinking about it. Your warm breath ghosts across my face, making my skin tingle and my cheeks heat up.
“Make a wish”
My heart swells up with uncried tears, only one thought in my mind. You. That's all I could ever wish for. The only important thing to me.
“Count to three”
At three, I open my eyes and look at you, smiling at me. I want to say something, but again you're faster and start singing.
“Come with me
and you'll be
in a world of pure imgination”
You pull me to the middle of the room, the moodlight turning it into a magical place with its changing colors. You pull me close, flush against you as you continue.
“Take a look
and you'll see
into your imagination”
You start to sway with me and I follow your steps, suddenly feeling like we're back in the McKinley gym. Your eyes never leave me, and I feel so safe, so protected, more then ever.. You're still singing and I lose myself in the warm timbre of your voice.
“We'll begin
with a spin”
You twirl me, only to pull me back, pressed almost impossibly close, like you never want to let go.
“traveling in the world of my creation.
What we'll see
will defy
explanation”
Your eyes go soft, so soft, and I feel like I'm drowning in your and my emotions.
Your voice grows softer too, barely audible now as you sing gently to me.
“If you want to view paradise
simply look around and view it”
and I'm sure you have no idea how close to paradise this is for me.
“Anything you want to, do it!
Want to change the world,
there's nothing to it.”
You stop our spinning on the makeshift dance floor, gently stroking my cheek and jawbone.
“There's no life I know to compare to pure imagination.
Living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be.”
I barely notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. My gaze is fixed on your hazel eyes, watching me with love, concern and comfort.
“I love you” I sob quietly, speaking the words for the first time. You pull me into a tight hug, just like my first day back at McKinley on the steps of the courtyard. I remember the words I whispered to you that day and realize how wrong I was. Someday I'll have to say goodbye to you. But not yet.
You pull away slightly, whispering “It's time”
No. NO! Panic grabs me, I try to hold on to you. I'm not ready yet. But there is nothing I can do, Dad comes into the room, dressed in the same suit he wore 8 years ago, to the day.
“Kurt, we have to go.” he says softly, gently putting his hand on my shaking shoulder.
“Dad, I'm... I'm not ready yet” I mumble, furiously wiping at those treacherous tears.
“I know, scooter... I know. It's hard, but you're not alone. I'm here.”
He pulls me into one of his side-hugs, and I lean against him, letting him direct me sown the stairs and to the car.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I don't even remember buckling up, but when my Dad starts the car I look out the window.
You're standing outside, looking at me with sad eyes. You lift your hand, pressing it to the glass. I mirror your motion, and when I take away my hand I left a mark.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The sun is shining when I climb out the back seat, Carole catching me as I stumble. Underneath a nearby tree I can already see the Warblers, warming up for their song. Wes and Jeff shoot me a comforting smile that I try to return, but I'm sure I don't quite succeed.
Finn and Dad flank me as we walk up the quiet hill towards the figures waiting. Mercedes immediately sweeps me into her arms, whispering words into my ears that don't register. All of New Directions are there, hugging me or clapping my shoulder.
I can barely break free to make my way to the two persons keeping to themselves. Your mom sniffs before hugging me tightly. Your Dad just nods, but I know all about him. I actually feel honored that he acknowledges me. It's a small progress. But at what price?
I shiver as I take my place next to your mom and my dad, letting my fingers run across the letters on the ribbon of the wreath.
Blaine Anderson
forever loved
forever missed
Someday I will have to say goodbye.
I just wish it wasn't today.
Title: Pure Imagination
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 2x20 Prom
Warnings: Angst. And character death.
Word Count: ~1300
Summary: Blaine helps Kurt deal with the death of a loved one.
A/N: This almost broke my heart writing it. Please don't kill me?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Your laugh echoes across the parking lot, clear as a bell, making my heart flutter again. Your hand still holds on to mine, grasping it gently and yet firmly. You haven't let go of it ever since you pulled me up on that stage to get that ridiculous crown I'm still wearing. My breath is still going rapidly and the adrenalin is rushing through my veins from dancing with you.
You look absolutely breathtaking in your tux, like you jumped out of a 50's movie. Especially with that hair. It makes the butterflies in my stomach take flight again.
You turn to me, grinning obnoxiously, high from that rush. You look so happy, I can't help but grin back.
Those jocks tried to ruin my perfect night, Prom Night with my boyfriend. But they couldn't. How could they ever ruin a day I spend with you? When you're with me, everything's great. You're all I need to be incredibly happy.
My heart stings a bit from the need to tell you. I open my mouth, and for a moment it seems like something illuminates you. I can see you clearly, smiling at me. But before I can say a word, you speak.
“I love you!” The light gets a little brighter and I feel like crying from happiness. Your smile is positively gleaming.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Kurt?” I shake my head slightly, losing the thought. When I look up, you stand in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror. “In thoughts again?” you ask, smiling again, but now with a little concern not so well hidden.
“Yeah, sorry... Just thought about prom night again” I whisper, smiling back at you.
Your smile grows bigger, and you look at me with a mixture of disbelieve and utter love. “Prom was great. You looked so beautiful in that kilt. Although I have to say, that suit looks great, too. My boyfriend is the most handsome fella in the world.”
Your smile makes my heart skip a few beats. You have that effect on me.
“Not possible, that's MY boyfriend, even if he is wearing the same tux he wore to prom” I uip, rolling my eyes at you fondly.
You just shrug adorably. “Don't act like you don't like the look. Gotta take advantage of that, right?” I love how you wink at me after saying that. As if I didn't know you're just teasing.
“As long that's all you're taking advantage of... but you're wrong about me liking that tux.. I love it.”
You beam at me, grabbing my tie and tugging me forward a bit. You step closer, readjusting that tie. “You do realize you have to get going soon?” Your smile slowly dissolves into a more uncertain expression and it's breaking my heart, making my eyes sting and my breath catch in my throat.
“I don't know if I'm ready yet” I choke out. In response, you take my hand.
“Kurt... before you go, I have something for you.” you breathe, and I nod quickly. You lean forward, whispering quietly.
“Hold your breath”
I do as you tell me, closing my eyes without thinking about it. Your warm breath ghosts across my face, making my skin tingle and my cheeks heat up.
“Make a wish”
My heart swells up with uncried tears, only one thought in my mind. You. That's all I could ever wish for. The only important thing to me.
“Count to three”
At three, I open my eyes and look at you, smiling at me. I want to say something, but again you're faster and start singing.
“Come with me
and you'll be
in a world of pure imgination”
You pull me to the middle of the room, the moodlight turning it into a magical place with its changing colors. You pull me close, flush against you as you continue.
“Take a look
and you'll see
into your imagination”
You start to sway with me and I follow your steps, suddenly feeling like we're back in the McKinley gym. Your eyes never leave me, and I feel so safe, so protected, more then ever.. You're still singing and I lose myself in the warm timbre of your voice.
“We'll begin
with a spin”
You twirl me, only to pull me back, pressed almost impossibly close, like you never want to let go.
“traveling in the world of my creation.
What we'll see
will defy
explanation”
Your eyes go soft, so soft, and I feel like I'm drowning in your and my emotions.
Your voice grows softer too, barely audible now as you sing gently to me.
“If you want to view paradise
simply look around and view it”
and I'm sure you have no idea how close to paradise this is for me.
“Anything you want to, do it!
Want to change the world,
there's nothing to it.”
You stop our spinning on the makeshift dance floor, gently stroking my cheek and jawbone.
“There's no life I know to compare to pure imagination.
Living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be.”
I barely notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. My gaze is fixed on your hazel eyes, watching me with love, concern and comfort.
“I love you” I sob quietly, speaking the words for the first time. You pull me into a tight hug, just like my first day back at McKinley on the steps of the courtyard. I remember the words I whispered to you that day and realize how wrong I was. Someday I'll have to say goodbye to you. But not yet.
You pull away slightly, whispering “It's time”
No. NO! Panic grabs me, I try to hold on to you. I'm not ready yet. But there is nothing I can do, Dad comes into the room, dressed in the same suit he wore 8 years ago, to the day.
“Kurt, we have to go.” he says softly, gently putting his hand on my shaking shoulder.
“Dad, I'm... I'm not ready yet” I mumble, furiously wiping at those treacherous tears.
“I know, scooter... I know. It's hard, but you're not alone. I'm here.”
He pulls me into one of his side-hugs, and I lean against him, letting him direct me sown the stairs and to the car.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I don't even remember buckling up, but when my Dad starts the car I look out the window.
You're standing outside, looking at me with sad eyes. You lift your hand, pressing it to the glass. I mirror your motion, and when I take away my hand I left a mark.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The sun is shining when I climb out the back seat, Carole catching me as I stumble. Underneath a nearby tree I can already see the Warblers, warming up for their song. Wes and Jeff shoot me a comforting smile that I try to return, but I'm sure I don't quite succeed.
Finn and Dad flank me as we walk up the quiet hill towards the figures waiting. Mercedes immediately sweeps me into her arms, whispering words into my ears that don't register. All of New Directions are there, hugging me or clapping my shoulder.
I can barely break free to make my way to the two persons keeping to themselves. Your mom sniffs before hugging me tightly. Your Dad just nods, but I know all about him. I actually feel honored that he acknowledges me. It's a small progress. But at what price?
I shiver as I take my place next to your mom and my dad, letting my fingers run across the letters on the ribbon of the wreath.
Blaine Anderson
forever loved
forever missed
Someday I will have to say goodbye.
I just wish it wasn't today.