There Comes You 4/7
Title: There Comes You
Author: lovedarrencriss (tumblr) or escape4ever16 (LJ)
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: A notice: I wrote this story before Cory's death and in this story Finn stayed in the army. Finn does not die in this story. That being said, there is an emotional moment in this story where Kurt is shaken up by the idea of Finn possibly dying in the line of fire. Again, I did not write this after Cory's death. I have re-considered many things, but I've decided not to change what I wrote. It may be more emotional now, than I originally intended, but I'd like to keep that small part in there for the sake of my story.
Word Count: 15,427
Summary: Blaine Anderson has always worked backstage, but he's got a little black book full of secrets and one of them is that he's in love with the star of the show; Kurt Hummel. There's only one problem. Kurt is already engaged to a handsome lawyer-to-be. When Santana steps in to play matchmaker things go upside down. Kurt re-discovers himself and Blaine treads a fine line between just friends and something more. Also, Papa Bear Hummel always knows the right thing to say.
Author's Note: A HUGE thanks to my lovely beta chaseandcatch (livejournal) who did some fantastic work in a very short amount of time! <3 And I couldn't have been more fortunate than to have dorathebrit (livejournal) animateglee (tumblr) as my artist who made my story come to life before my eyes! Thank you so much! <3
Blaine got so swept up in everything, work and his new friendships, that when it all comes crashing down a few days later he doesn’t really know how to react.
When he walks into the theater, shaking off the biting cold New York air (fall was definitely creeping up on them), he knows immediately that something is wrong.
Everyone, including the tech is gathered on the stage to listen to an announcement from the director. Blaine makes his way over to Santana and pokes her.
“What’s going on?” he whispers.
“I don’t know, but where’s Kurt? He should be here by now,” She says as she looks around.
Blaine doesn’t know how he knows, but suddenly he’s positive that whatever announcement that is about to be made is about Kurt and it’s not going to be good.
Sure enough, when the director steps up and gets everyone’s attention there’s a grim look on her face.
“I’m sorry to announce that Kurt won’t be working on the show for the foreseeable future and, Jared, his understudy will be picking up in his place starting immediately until further notice.”
There’s an uproar of protest.
The director has to whistle to get everyone quiet again. “All I know is that Kurt had a family emergency and he flew home to be with his family. We should respect Kurt’s privacy and give him the space he needs. I suggest all of us adjust to this as quickly as possible and continue with rehearsals as normally as we can. I’ll keep you all updated if I have any more news for you.”
Blaine’s brow furrows as he listens to the new piece of information. A small part of him is glad that Kurt isn’t physically hurt or anything, but the rest of him is still worried sick for Kurt. He hopes he’s okay.
Kurt’s told him about his family, although most of it revolves around his father and Blaine has a sickening feeling in his stomach as he considers the possibility that there might be something wrong with Kurt’s dad.
He tries calling Kurt the first chance he gets.
He can’t decide if it’s good or bad when Kurt doesn’t pick up.
***
A week passes.
It’s a full week in which Blaine doesn’t hear back from Kurt, despite calling, texting and leaving an endless amount of voicemails for him.
Blaine thinks it’s the worst week of his life.
Santana even starts to go a little mad, getting upset with Blaine because apparently his nervous, anxious energy keeps rubbing off on her and throwing her off during rehearsals.
Blaine reels it back in a little and sucks it up; obviously his freaking out wasn’t doing anyone any good.
Kurt sends him a text on Monday night as he’s walking home from rehearsal, feeling more annoyed with his job than he usually is. No offense to Jared (Kurt’s understudy), the man has a lovely voice, but has absolutely no respect for his mic. Blaine’s pretty sure he’ll go mad is he has to explain to Jared that he can’t just toss his mic on the ground at the end of rehearsal, that the equipment he uses actually costs money.
The text is short.
From Kurt Hummel:
back in NY. sorry I didn’t text you. dinner at your place?
Blaine tries to calm his heart so it doesn’t beat right out of his chest. He hurriedly texts back having to read it three times before being sure he was spelling Thai correctly.
To Kurt Hummel:
of course. Thai okay?
He gets an affirmative response and rushes home, knowing it only takes Kurt about twenty minutes by cab to get to his apartment. He orders their food quickly, getting their usual order before working to tidy up his small living area.
There’s a knock at his door fifteen minutes later.
He pulls the door open quickly, breath rushing out of him as he catches sight of Kurt standing on his doorstep, hair coiffed to perfection as usual and a scarf tied around his slender neck.
He takes Blaine’s breath away.
“Hi,” Kurt says, rocking on his heels, waiting to be let in.
“Hi.” Blaine moves quickly, realizing how rude it was to make a guest stand outside.
Kurt walks into a room like he owns it and it always makes Blaine jealous. It’s that kind of confidence that makes him a great actor. Suddenly his small apartment doesn’t feel so much like his space but their place.
Blaine wants to ask, but he knows better than to broach the subject like that. “Food should be here in about 15 minutes,” he says instead.
Kurt nods and shrugs out of his fall coat before folding it neatly over the arm of the couch. He settles himself in the middle of Blaine’s couch, crossing his leg over the other and slipping the scarf around his neck off, placing it in his lap.
“I really am sorry I didn’t call you back,” Kurt starts quietly.
Blaine’s shaking his head before Kurt’s even finished the sentence. He moves over to sit beside Kurt, body angled towards him. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m sure whatever happened, it was more important,” he says earnestly.
“My step-brother, Finn, I’ve told you about him?” Kurt asks and waits for Blaine to nod in confirmation.
“He’s in the army,” Blaine says softly, stomach dropping down to the floor at what he’s afraid he’s going to hear.
Kurt nods and takes a deep breath. “He’s injured. They were doing a routine check of some sort and there was an ambush. Only three people made it out alive. Finn- he was shot in his leg and arm. He had to have surgery. He’ll be okay, but therapy is going to be a long ordeal and my dad had to take up extra shifts at the garage because of the medical bills. I helped out as much as I could, but my dad wouldn’t let me do anything more than a couple grand.”
Blaine watches Kurt’s face carefully, knowing he when he’s barely holding himself together.
“I could’ve lost him,” Kurt says softly, eyes trained on Blaine’s small coffee table. “I- I know I always talk about the stupid things he does and how much he used to bug me in high school, but he’s my brother and I l-love him,” he chokes a little at the end, eyes watering up.
Blaine doesn’t hesitate to open his arms to Kurt, wrapping him up tightly. Kurt’s hair smells like vanilla and strawberries and Blaine only holds him tighter.
“But he’s going to be okay now, Kurt. He’ll be okay,” Blaine reassures because Kurt still kind of looks like he’s frayed and a little bit broken.
“I know,” Kurt takes a deep breath and lets it out. “It’s just scary.”
His voice sounds so small that it breaks Blaine’s heart a little. Without thinking he kisses the top of Kurt’s head, rubbing his back comfortably - if Kurt notices, he doesn’t react to it.
They stay like that, Blaine’s arms wrapped around Kurt comfortingly until there’s a knock on the door signaling the arrival of their dinner.
Kurt wipes at his eyes and gets himself together again as Blaine sets out the food on the coffee table. They eat in near silence until Kurt asks Blaine about rehearsal and how his understudy has been.
Somewhere in-between filling Kurt in on what he missed and the take out boxes of Thai food, Blaine ends up pressed to Kurt’s side, shoulders and thighs touching. He makes Kurt laugh and smile, knowing he needs it and reveling in
the fact that he can do that for Kurt.
When Kurt leaves that night, Blaine walks him out and gets him a cab.
The next morning at rehearsal, Kurt arrives and heads to the dressing room and walks up to his dressing mirror and stops. A bouquet of red and yellow roses had been placed on top of his make-up table. He finds a card taped to the vase that says ‘welcome home :) -Blaine’
Kurt grins and leans forward to smell the beautiful flowers delicately.
Blaine can’t be sure, but he thinks that Kurt can’t stop smiling the whole day of rehearsal, an extra bounce in his step and he hopes.
He hopes.
***
Days pass, and opening day gets closer and closer. Kurt had slipped back into his role seamlessly, as if he’d never left. The production was moving forward on schedule and everyone was happy. Well, mostly.
It’s not that there’s anything wrong per se, but Blaine can’t help but notice the difference in the way Kurt acts.
Usually, during a typical week, Blaine and Kurt will go out after rehearsals a few times. Mostly Kurt would head home after rehearsal to spend time with Cayden. Kurt doesn’t talk about Cayden much when he’s with Blaine. At first, Blaine thought Kurt was just being subconsciously or maybe consciously (although that thought kind of makes Blaine sick to his stomach because what if Kurt knows) considerate to Blaine’s apparent feelings, but as time has gone on he’s started to think that maybe something else is going on.
“Are you and Cayden fighting or something?” he asks one night as they’re walking to the nearest Italian restaurant.
Kurt frowns and glances at Blaine, “Um, no? Why would you ask?”
“Oh, well - um, it’s probably none of my business, but…you never really talk about him,” Blaine says awkwardly, almost wishing he’d never decided to bring it up.
“Well he doesn’t really come up much,” Kurt says with a shrug. “Is there something you wanted to know about him?”
“Ah, no, I guess not.” Now Blaine definitely regrets it.
Kurt smiles and nudges Blaine’s shoulder with his own. “Alright.”
And just like that, they don’t talk about it again, and Blaine decides that he was just being weird; of course there’s nothing wrong with Kurt’s relationship with his fiancé.
Except after another week, Blaine definitely thinks there’s definitely something wrong.
Maybe ‘wrong’ isn’t the right word.
Blaine should be euphoric at this moment in time. He thinks he should, at least.
Kurt’s spent the entire week with him, almost all his spare time is consumed by doing things with Kurt; walking around the block, going out to eat, watching corny romantic comedies on Blaine’s crappy TV. If it weren’t for the shiny ring on Kurt’s left hand, he’d think that they were dating.
He tells himself it can’t be all in his head.
Just yesterday when Blaine walked Kurt out to get him a cab after another one of their weekly dinners (Blaine had cooked up some stir fry) and hugged him goodbye, he could swear Kurt held onto him a little longer and tighter than was socially acceptable for just friends.
Not to mention that Blaine never goes to Kurt’s home. Every time Blaine asks if they can go to Kurt’s instead, he makes up some excuse like Cayden’s probably studying and wants to be left alone.
Blaine knows that law school can be pretty time consuming and studying is important, but from the sounds of it, Cayden doesn’t even sleep.
Those are just a couple things that set off Blaine’s alarm bells, and it’s kind of driving him crazy.
Sometimes, Kurt smiles at him, and it’s nearly always when he doesn’t think Blaine can see him, and sure Kurt smiles at him other times too, but these smiles - they’re different. It’s like he’s looking at Blaine and smiling in a way that says he isn’t just happy to be seeing a friend. It’s a smile that Blaine knows well because his lips have curled up in the same way when he stares at Kurt and thinks about how cute his dimples are and how his eyes sparkle when the stage lights hit them just right - Kurt smiles at Blaine the way people do when they’re in love.
And this would all be great news to Blaine, except it doesn’t mean anything if Kurt’s still got that ring on his finger.
Blaine’s afraid that Kurt doesn’t even know he’s doing it. He makes Blaine’s heart skip a beat whenever he walks into the same room as him and when he catches Kurt smiling at him like that it kind of makes it hard to breathe, because he’s in love with Kurt - it’s not crush-love, or lust-love, this is I-will-jump-into-a-blender-to-make-you-happy love.
But Kurt’s not his. Kurt has a fiancé. He’s not supposed to smile at Blaine like he’s in love with him.
Blaine can feel his heart breaking.
Author: lovedarrencriss (tumblr) or escape4ever16 (LJ)
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: A notice: I wrote this story before Cory's death and in this story Finn stayed in the army. Finn does not die in this story. That being said, there is an emotional moment in this story where Kurt is shaken up by the idea of Finn possibly dying in the line of fire. Again, I did not write this after Cory's death. I have re-considered many things, but I've decided not to change what I wrote. It may be more emotional now, than I originally intended, but I'd like to keep that small part in there for the sake of my story.
Word Count: 15,427
Summary: Blaine Anderson has always worked backstage, but he's got a little black book full of secrets and one of them is that he's in love with the star of the show; Kurt Hummel. There's only one problem. Kurt is already engaged to a handsome lawyer-to-be. When Santana steps in to play matchmaker things go upside down. Kurt re-discovers himself and Blaine treads a fine line between just friends and something more. Also, Papa Bear Hummel always knows the right thing to say.
Author's Note: A HUGE thanks to my lovely beta chaseandcatch (livejournal) who did some fantastic work in a very short amount of time! <3 And I couldn't have been more fortunate than to have dorathebrit (livejournal) animateglee (tumblr) as my artist who made my story come to life before my eyes! Thank you so much! <3
Blaine got so swept up in everything, work and his new friendships, that when it all comes crashing down a few days later he doesn’t really know how to react.
When he walks into the theater, shaking off the biting cold New York air (fall was definitely creeping up on them), he knows immediately that something is wrong.
Everyone, including the tech is gathered on the stage to listen to an announcement from the director. Blaine makes his way over to Santana and pokes her.
“What’s going on?” he whispers.
“I don’t know, but where’s Kurt? He should be here by now,” She says as she looks around.
Blaine doesn’t know how he knows, but suddenly he’s positive that whatever announcement that is about to be made is about Kurt and it’s not going to be good.
Sure enough, when the director steps up and gets everyone’s attention there’s a grim look on her face.
“I’m sorry to announce that Kurt won’t be working on the show for the foreseeable future and, Jared, his understudy will be picking up in his place starting immediately until further notice.”
There’s an uproar of protest.
The director has to whistle to get everyone quiet again. “All I know is that Kurt had a family emergency and he flew home to be with his family. We should respect Kurt’s privacy and give him the space he needs. I suggest all of us adjust to this as quickly as possible and continue with rehearsals as normally as we can. I’ll keep you all updated if I have any more news for you.”
Blaine’s brow furrows as he listens to the new piece of information. A small part of him is glad that Kurt isn’t physically hurt or anything, but the rest of him is still worried sick for Kurt. He hopes he’s okay.
Kurt’s told him about his family, although most of it revolves around his father and Blaine has a sickening feeling in his stomach as he considers the possibility that there might be something wrong with Kurt’s dad.
He tries calling Kurt the first chance he gets.
He can’t decide if it’s good or bad when Kurt doesn’t pick up.
***
A week passes.
It’s a full week in which Blaine doesn’t hear back from Kurt, despite calling, texting and leaving an endless amount of voicemails for him.
Blaine thinks it’s the worst week of his life.
Santana even starts to go a little mad, getting upset with Blaine because apparently his nervous, anxious energy keeps rubbing off on her and throwing her off during rehearsals.
Blaine reels it back in a little and sucks it up; obviously his freaking out wasn’t doing anyone any good.
Kurt sends him a text on Monday night as he’s walking home from rehearsal, feeling more annoyed with his job than he usually is. No offense to Jared (Kurt’s understudy), the man has a lovely voice, but has absolutely no respect for his mic. Blaine’s pretty sure he’ll go mad is he has to explain to Jared that he can’t just toss his mic on the ground at the end of rehearsal, that the equipment he uses actually costs money.
The text is short.
From Kurt Hummel:
back in NY. sorry I didn’t text you. dinner at your place?
Blaine tries to calm his heart so it doesn’t beat right out of his chest. He hurriedly texts back having to read it three times before being sure he was spelling Thai correctly.
To Kurt Hummel:
of course. Thai okay?
He gets an affirmative response and rushes home, knowing it only takes Kurt about twenty minutes by cab to get to his apartment. He orders their food quickly, getting their usual order before working to tidy up his small living area.
There’s a knock at his door fifteen minutes later.
He pulls the door open quickly, breath rushing out of him as he catches sight of Kurt standing on his doorstep, hair coiffed to perfection as usual and a scarf tied around his slender neck.
He takes Blaine’s breath away.
“Hi,” Kurt says, rocking on his heels, waiting to be let in.
“Hi.” Blaine moves quickly, realizing how rude it was to make a guest stand outside.
Kurt walks into a room like he owns it and it always makes Blaine jealous. It’s that kind of confidence that makes him a great actor. Suddenly his small apartment doesn’t feel so much like his space but their place.
Blaine wants to ask, but he knows better than to broach the subject like that. “Food should be here in about 15 minutes,” he says instead.
Kurt nods and shrugs out of his fall coat before folding it neatly over the arm of the couch. He settles himself in the middle of Blaine’s couch, crossing his leg over the other and slipping the scarf around his neck off, placing it in his lap.
“I really am sorry I didn’t call you back,” Kurt starts quietly.
Blaine’s shaking his head before Kurt’s even finished the sentence. He moves over to sit beside Kurt, body angled towards him. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m sure whatever happened, it was more important,” he says earnestly.
“My step-brother, Finn, I’ve told you about him?” Kurt asks and waits for Blaine to nod in confirmation.
“He’s in the army,” Blaine says softly, stomach dropping down to the floor at what he’s afraid he’s going to hear.
Kurt nods and takes a deep breath. “He’s injured. They were doing a routine check of some sort and there was an ambush. Only three people made it out alive. Finn- he was shot in his leg and arm. He had to have surgery. He’ll be okay, but therapy is going to be a long ordeal and my dad had to take up extra shifts at the garage because of the medical bills. I helped out as much as I could, but my dad wouldn’t let me do anything more than a couple grand.”
Blaine watches Kurt’s face carefully, knowing he when he’s barely holding himself together.
“I could’ve lost him,” Kurt says softly, eyes trained on Blaine’s small coffee table. “I- I know I always talk about the stupid things he does and how much he used to bug me in high school, but he’s my brother and I l-love him,” he chokes a little at the end, eyes watering up.
Blaine doesn’t hesitate to open his arms to Kurt, wrapping him up tightly. Kurt’s hair smells like vanilla and strawberries and Blaine only holds him tighter.
“But he’s going to be okay now, Kurt. He’ll be okay,” Blaine reassures because Kurt still kind of looks like he’s frayed and a little bit broken.
“I know,” Kurt takes a deep breath and lets it out. “It’s just scary.”
His voice sounds so small that it breaks Blaine’s heart a little. Without thinking he kisses the top of Kurt’s head, rubbing his back comfortably - if Kurt notices, he doesn’t react to it.
They stay like that, Blaine’s arms wrapped around Kurt comfortingly until there’s a knock on the door signaling the arrival of their dinner.
Kurt wipes at his eyes and gets himself together again as Blaine sets out the food on the coffee table. They eat in near silence until Kurt asks Blaine about rehearsal and how his understudy has been.
Somewhere in-between filling Kurt in on what he missed and the take out boxes of Thai food, Blaine ends up pressed to Kurt’s side, shoulders and thighs touching. He makes Kurt laugh and smile, knowing he needs it and reveling in
the fact that he can do that for Kurt.
When Kurt leaves that night, Blaine walks him out and gets him a cab.
The next morning at rehearsal, Kurt arrives and heads to the dressing room and walks up to his dressing mirror and stops. A bouquet of red and yellow roses had been placed on top of his make-up table. He finds a card taped to the vase that says ‘welcome home :) -Blaine’
Kurt grins and leans forward to smell the beautiful flowers delicately.
Blaine can’t be sure, but he thinks that Kurt can’t stop smiling the whole day of rehearsal, an extra bounce in his step and he hopes.
He hopes.
***
Days pass, and opening day gets closer and closer. Kurt had slipped back into his role seamlessly, as if he’d never left. The production was moving forward on schedule and everyone was happy. Well, mostly.
It’s not that there’s anything wrong per se, but Blaine can’t help but notice the difference in the way Kurt acts.
Usually, during a typical week, Blaine and Kurt will go out after rehearsals a few times. Mostly Kurt would head home after rehearsal to spend time with Cayden. Kurt doesn’t talk about Cayden much when he’s with Blaine. At first, Blaine thought Kurt was just being subconsciously or maybe consciously (although that thought kind of makes Blaine sick to his stomach because what if Kurt knows) considerate to Blaine’s apparent feelings, but as time has gone on he’s started to think that maybe something else is going on.
“Are you and Cayden fighting or something?” he asks one night as they’re walking to the nearest Italian restaurant.
Kurt frowns and glances at Blaine, “Um, no? Why would you ask?”
“Oh, well - um, it’s probably none of my business, but…you never really talk about him,” Blaine says awkwardly, almost wishing he’d never decided to bring it up.
“Well he doesn’t really come up much,” Kurt says with a shrug. “Is there something you wanted to know about him?”
“Ah, no, I guess not.” Now Blaine definitely regrets it.
Kurt smiles and nudges Blaine’s shoulder with his own. “Alright.”
And just like that, they don’t talk about it again, and Blaine decides that he was just being weird; of course there’s nothing wrong with Kurt’s relationship with his fiancé.
Except after another week, Blaine definitely thinks there’s definitely something wrong.
Maybe ‘wrong’ isn’t the right word.
Blaine should be euphoric at this moment in time. He thinks he should, at least.
Kurt’s spent the entire week with him, almost all his spare time is consumed by doing things with Kurt; walking around the block, going out to eat, watching corny romantic comedies on Blaine’s crappy TV. If it weren’t for the shiny ring on Kurt’s left hand, he’d think that they were dating.
He tells himself it can’t be all in his head.
Just yesterday when Blaine walked Kurt out to get him a cab after another one of their weekly dinners (Blaine had cooked up some stir fry) and hugged him goodbye, he could swear Kurt held onto him a little longer and tighter than was socially acceptable for just friends.
Not to mention that Blaine never goes to Kurt’s home. Every time Blaine asks if they can go to Kurt’s instead, he makes up some excuse like Cayden’s probably studying and wants to be left alone.
Blaine knows that law school can be pretty time consuming and studying is important, but from the sounds of it, Cayden doesn’t even sleep.
Those are just a couple things that set off Blaine’s alarm bells, and it’s kind of driving him crazy.
Sometimes, Kurt smiles at him, and it’s nearly always when he doesn’t think Blaine can see him, and sure Kurt smiles at him other times too, but these smiles - they’re different. It’s like he’s looking at Blaine and smiling in a way that says he isn’t just happy to be seeing a friend. It’s a smile that Blaine knows well because his lips have curled up in the same way when he stares at Kurt and thinks about how cute his dimples are and how his eyes sparkle when the stage lights hit them just right - Kurt smiles at Blaine the way people do when they’re in love.
And this would all be great news to Blaine, except it doesn’t mean anything if Kurt’s still got that ring on his finger.
Blaine’s afraid that Kurt doesn’t even know he’s doing it. He makes Blaine’s heart skip a beat whenever he walks into the same room as him and when he catches Kurt smiling at him like that it kind of makes it hard to breathe, because he’s in love with Kurt - it’s not crush-love, or lust-love, this is I-will-jump-into-a-blender-to-make-you-happy love.
But Kurt’s not his. Kurt has a fiancé. He’s not supposed to smile at Blaine like he’s in love with him.
Blaine can feel his heart breaking.