[FIC] To View Paradise; 1/1
Fandom: Glee
Title: To View Paradise
Rating: G
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: Up through 2x21
Author's Note: It's not often that a Post-Ep hits me like this, but the episode made me think about my grandmother, who died back in March, and I knew that if I ever found that person. My grandmother is someone I'd want them to meet, regardless of whether or not she's alive.
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The funeral was lovely. The entire place was decorated to look like Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. A setting from Jean Sylvester's favorite film. Kurt had never seen Coach Sylvester look so overwrought, and it was clear that, if Sue loved no one else, she definitely loved her older sister. The usually caustic coach couldn't even make it through her speech. Kurt had never been close to the woman, but he had been close enough to know that she didn't feel this kind of pain. She was supposed to be this invincible woman, unflappable, tough, and here she was crumbling.
He remembered that feeling. That intense loss. That defiance, they can't be gone. That sorrow, that knowledge that the only sight you'll have of them are polaroids and memories. Kurt remembered it well. Being at that funeral made him long for his mother, his father, and, to his slight surprise, Blaine. That feeling that anything can be taken away in an instant. His mother was gone. His father had almost left. Blaine could leave at any time. Nothing was permanent.
Kurt would be wrought without Burt. That was his father. The man who, without qualms, loved his son and thought the world of him. The man who, when Kurt finally told him about Blaine, and that they were a couple, gave no threats about treating Kurt right, or tried to forbid it, but rather grabbed him in the tightest bear hug, lifting him and spinning him around. The man who influenced Kurt's life so heavily, that he was already, at age 17, so strong and brave. Kurt loved his father.
But he needed Blaine. Kurt never thought he'd be so dependent on someone, nor that someone who depend so much on him. It seemed cliche, but they'd been made for each other. Kurt had found Blaine when he was at the lowest point in his life. Run out of his school with his life in danger, he didn't see how his life could be worse. And then he met Blaine, and the boy befriended him. His time spent with Blaine and the rest of the Daltonites strengthened him. On the day of Pavarotti's death, he burst into the rehearsal room a galvanized Kurt Hummel, stronger than ever before. That was when Blaine finally saw him. They'd grown closer after that. Blaine was even more open, if that was even possible. When he'd told Kurt about the Sadie Hawkins dance, Kurt knew that the roles had been changed. Now Blaine was the one who'd needed strength, and that he was the one who'd need to give it. That lasted until the night of Prom, when Blaine once again took the helm of strength-giver. They fit each other perfectly, like a key to its lock. Blaine was the most important person in his life.
And that's why, after stepping out into the glaring sunlight, Kurt decided that it was time for the most recent to meet the first. He smiled to himself as he sent a text to Blaine that merely read, Meet me at my house. Wear your Sunday best.
The boy had shown up, wearing khakis and a sage green polo, paired with a slightly confused expression. Kurt kissed him gently, before motioning to his car. "There's someone I want you to meet." Blaine, to his credit, looked unperturbed, earnest as always. Bless him. Kurt grasped his hand, squeezing it and feeling that jolt of fondness he got every time Blaine squeezed back.
An hour later, they pulled up to Cedar Grove Cemetery on the outskirts of Westerville. Blaine offered his hand to Kurt, helping him out of the car. Kurt kissed his cheek, smilingly fondly at him, before softly instructing him to follow. The pair walked between rows and rows of headstones, before coming to one labeled Kathleen Elizabeth Hummel. Kurt knelt down, running a hand over the engraved letters. It was a few moments before he croaked, "Hi, Mom." Blaine heard the breaking in his voice and quickly knelt down as well, placing a gentle hand on the teen's shoulder.
Kurt smiled at him, before looking back at the headstone. "I'm sorry that I couldn't come on Mother's Day. There's no excuse. I'd say I was busy, but that's never stopped me before." He chuckled quietly, wiping a tear from his eye before it had the chance to fall. "Dad's doing well. Carole's taking good care of him for you. She's taking good care of me too." He sobbed a little. "It's still not the same. I miss you, Mama." He shuddered as Blaine wrapped an arm around his shoulders, holding him close.
The teen wiped his eyes. "Anyway, enough of me crying." He laughed haltingly, as though trying almost too hard to pull it together. "There's someone I want you to meet." Blaine reached out to touch the headstone, tracing over the same pathway Kurt had a moment sooner. "This is Blaine. Blaine Callum Anderson. He's my boyfriend." Kurt glanced up at Blaine, watery eyes shimmering. "You would probably say that no boy is good enough for me, but he really is, Mama."
"He's the one who practically saved me when I had to transfer schools. He's the boy I told you about when I visited at Christmas." Kurt smiled. "I love him."
Blaine started, they'd skirted around those words for a while. The closest they'd gotten was last week, when he'd told Kurt that he was crazy about him. "Mrs. Hummel." The words began spilling unbidden, but it felt right to say it. "I love your son, and I promise that as long as we're together, he'll never want for that. I took too long to realize that the one person I needed was right in front of me and I plan to make that up to him." He blushed a little, feeling a little silly for spilling his guts to a grave, but this wasn't just an ordinary grave, it was Kurt's mother. The one person that he'd never get to meet properly. "If you can hear this... Thank you, for giving Kurt to me."
Kurt pulled Blaine into a hug, kissing his cheek. "I love you so much, Blaine. Jean's funeral just got me thinking about how quickly things change."
"This won't change," Blaine vowed, "Not if I can help it."
The countertenor smiled serenely, "Not if we can help it."
Title: To View Paradise
Rating: G
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: Up through 2x21
Author's Note: It's not often that a Post-Ep hits me like this, but the episode made me think about my grandmother, who died back in March, and I knew that if I ever found that person. My grandmother is someone I'd want them to meet, regardless of whether or not she's alive.
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The funeral was lovely. The entire place was decorated to look like Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. A setting from Jean Sylvester's favorite film. Kurt had never seen Coach Sylvester look so overwrought, and it was clear that, if Sue loved no one else, she definitely loved her older sister. The usually caustic coach couldn't even make it through her speech. Kurt had never been close to the woman, but he had been close enough to know that she didn't feel this kind of pain. She was supposed to be this invincible woman, unflappable, tough, and here she was crumbling.
He remembered that feeling. That intense loss. That defiance, they can't be gone. That sorrow, that knowledge that the only sight you'll have of them are polaroids and memories. Kurt remembered it well. Being at that funeral made him long for his mother, his father, and, to his slight surprise, Blaine. That feeling that anything can be taken away in an instant. His mother was gone. His father had almost left. Blaine could leave at any time. Nothing was permanent.
Kurt would be wrought without Burt. That was his father. The man who, without qualms, loved his son and thought the world of him. The man who, when Kurt finally told him about Blaine, and that they were a couple, gave no threats about treating Kurt right, or tried to forbid it, but rather grabbed him in the tightest bear hug, lifting him and spinning him around. The man who influenced Kurt's life so heavily, that he was already, at age 17, so strong and brave. Kurt loved his father.
But he needed Blaine. Kurt never thought he'd be so dependent on someone, nor that someone who depend so much on him. It seemed cliche, but they'd been made for each other. Kurt had found Blaine when he was at the lowest point in his life. Run out of his school with his life in danger, he didn't see how his life could be worse. And then he met Blaine, and the boy befriended him. His time spent with Blaine and the rest of the Daltonites strengthened him. On the day of Pavarotti's death, he burst into the rehearsal room a galvanized Kurt Hummel, stronger than ever before. That was when Blaine finally saw him. They'd grown closer after that. Blaine was even more open, if that was even possible. When he'd told Kurt about the Sadie Hawkins dance, Kurt knew that the roles had been changed. Now Blaine was the one who'd needed strength, and that he was the one who'd need to give it. That lasted until the night of Prom, when Blaine once again took the helm of strength-giver. They fit each other perfectly, like a key to its lock. Blaine was the most important person in his life.
And that's why, after stepping out into the glaring sunlight, Kurt decided that it was time for the most recent to meet the first. He smiled to himself as he sent a text to Blaine that merely read, Meet me at my house. Wear your Sunday best.
The boy had shown up, wearing khakis and a sage green polo, paired with a slightly confused expression. Kurt kissed him gently, before motioning to his car. "There's someone I want you to meet." Blaine, to his credit, looked unperturbed, earnest as always. Bless him. Kurt grasped his hand, squeezing it and feeling that jolt of fondness he got every time Blaine squeezed back.
An hour later, they pulled up to Cedar Grove Cemetery on the outskirts of Westerville. Blaine offered his hand to Kurt, helping him out of the car. Kurt kissed his cheek, smilingly fondly at him, before softly instructing him to follow. The pair walked between rows and rows of headstones, before coming to one labeled Kathleen Elizabeth Hummel. Kurt knelt down, running a hand over the engraved letters. It was a few moments before he croaked, "Hi, Mom." Blaine heard the breaking in his voice and quickly knelt down as well, placing a gentle hand on the teen's shoulder.
Kurt smiled at him, before looking back at the headstone. "I'm sorry that I couldn't come on Mother's Day. There's no excuse. I'd say I was busy, but that's never stopped me before." He chuckled quietly, wiping a tear from his eye before it had the chance to fall. "Dad's doing well. Carole's taking good care of him for you. She's taking good care of me too." He sobbed a little. "It's still not the same. I miss you, Mama." He shuddered as Blaine wrapped an arm around his shoulders, holding him close.
The teen wiped his eyes. "Anyway, enough of me crying." He laughed haltingly, as though trying almost too hard to pull it together. "There's someone I want you to meet." Blaine reached out to touch the headstone, tracing over the same pathway Kurt had a moment sooner. "This is Blaine. Blaine Callum Anderson. He's my boyfriend." Kurt glanced up at Blaine, watery eyes shimmering. "You would probably say that no boy is good enough for me, but he really is, Mama."
"He's the one who practically saved me when I had to transfer schools. He's the boy I told you about when I visited at Christmas." Kurt smiled. "I love him."
Blaine started, they'd skirted around those words for a while. The closest they'd gotten was last week, when he'd told Kurt that he was crazy about him. "Mrs. Hummel." The words began spilling unbidden, but it felt right to say it. "I love your son, and I promise that as long as we're together, he'll never want for that. I took too long to realize that the one person I needed was right in front of me and I plan to make that up to him." He blushed a little, feeling a little silly for spilling his guts to a grave, but this wasn't just an ordinary grave, it was Kurt's mother. The one person that he'd never get to meet properly. "If you can hear this... Thank you, for giving Kurt to me."
Kurt pulled Blaine into a hug, kissing his cheek. "I love you so much, Blaine. Jean's funeral just got me thinking about how quickly things change."
"This won't change," Blaine vowed, "Not if I can help it."
The countertenor smiled serenely, "Not if we can help it."