Fic: Do-Over
Title: Do-Over
Author: gameboycolor
Pairing: Klaine
Spoilers: S4 speculation
Warnings: angst
Rating: PG
Length: ~800
Summary: If you could, would you go back to the beginning - knowing what you know now?
A/N: I may take spoilers and speculation with a grain of salt, but that doesn't mean that I don't like to play with them. Inspiration drawn from 'Simple Kind of Life' by No Doubt.
When Blaine wakes up, his eyes don’t feel nearly as puffy and he’s expecting them to. His limbs don’t ache in the way they do after a good cry. The sinking feeling in his stomach is all but gone.
He almost falls five feet when he tries to step out of bed, because it seems that his bed has grown considerably overnight.
And that’s when he notices that he’s not in his bed at home. He’s back in his old dorm room at Dalton.
“What the…”
He pinches himself.
Obviously not a dream.
Good to know.
Probably.
A quick glance at his phone tells him that it’s still early, he still has time to figure this out. Perhaps he went to visit his Dalton friends to distract himself from his misery. Maybe he had a drink or five. That doesn’t explain the lack of a hangover though.
Or the fact that his phone seems to think it’s November 2010.
Maybe it’s a glitch. His Blackberry is notoriously unreliable.
He can’t be. There’s no way.
The perfectly pressed Dalton jacket hanging off his desk chair begs to differ. Jeff’s is always crumpled on
the floor, so he knows from experience that it can’t be his.
He peeks down to the lower bunk to find Jeff still asleep. Jeff, his roommate from sophomore year.
Perfect. He has plenty of time to quietly freak out. He flips through his phone to find something to help him making sense of this. Kurt is always the first person he calls when something feels out of place, but he isn’t supposed to call Kurt anymore. His own decision, one that he’s regretting every third hour or so.
But Kurt’s name isn’t in his phone, and Blaine is pretty sure the breakup isn’t to blame.
No.
He’s almost certain that it’s because, well -
Unless he’s completely lost it, Blaine hasn’t met Kurt yet.
-
Blaine wraps himself in Dalton navy and red with practiced ease. It’s comforting, being back in the blazer. The familiarity is exactly what he needs right now.
He knows that this is the day he met Kurt. All he would have to do is avoid the staircase in the main hall and he’d miss him completely. He might run into him at Sectionals, maybe share a quick smile or a friendly handshake, and that would be that.
This isn’t fair, of course. Blaine remembers how alone Kurt had felt back then, and he remembers his clumsy attempts at helping him navigate his dilemmas. Over time, he had realized that he was trying to help himself just as much as he was trying to help Kurt.
Even though their initial meet-cute might look like a highway hazard through Blaine’s experienced eyes, he knows he can’t avoid it.
-
His classes seems to drag on forever. The teachers drone on and on about things that Blaine has already passed tests on and promptly erased from his mind. Ah, the beauty of the American education system. The pythagorean theorem can kiss his behind, he has a Warblers performance to be late to.
The bell rings. Blaine stands outside of the classroom, his feet frozen to the floor. The staircase isn’t far from here.
He turns.
He could turn away from all of this now. All of the heartbreak and the confusion could be avoided just by turning around.
This is the part of the story tailor made for cliches. Feet carrying him to his destination of their own accord. Eyes meeting and breaths catching.
In reality, he makes his way down the staircase. He bites the inside of his cheek at the soft utterance of “excuse me.” Ignores the stinging in his eyes.
He turns.
Kurt is smaller than he remembers him being back then. It’s as if he’s trying to shrink himself on purpose. Blaine wants to hold him, save him, something -
But this isn’t the story of how Blaine saved Kurt. He knows that now.
-
A shortcut.
Teenage dreams.
Courage he only pretended to have at the time.
Blaine is so thankful for this gift. For the chance to do things right, or at least better. He could have done so much better with Kurt, there are so many things that he’s aching to change already.
He smiles at his inbox full of text messages and brushes his fingers over Kurt’s name.
This time, he’s going to do things right.
-
The first thing he’s aware of when he wakes up is the aching in his head. His limbs feel too heavy. There is a tissue stuck to his cheek, and he feels disgusting.
He’s back in his room. He’s back in his reality.
It was a lovely dream, he supposes, but in the real world, there are no do-overs.
Author: gameboycolor
Pairing: Klaine
Spoilers: S4 speculation
Warnings: angst
Rating: PG
Length: ~800
Summary: If you could, would you go back to the beginning - knowing what you know now?
A/N: I may take spoilers and speculation with a grain of salt, but that doesn't mean that I don't like to play with them. Inspiration drawn from 'Simple Kind of Life' by No Doubt.
When Blaine wakes up, his eyes don’t feel nearly as puffy and he’s expecting them to. His limbs don’t ache in the way they do after a good cry. The sinking feeling in his stomach is all but gone.
He almost falls five feet when he tries to step out of bed, because it seems that his bed has grown considerably overnight.
And that’s when he notices that he’s not in his bed at home. He’s back in his old dorm room at Dalton.
“What the…”
He pinches himself.
Obviously not a dream.
Good to know.
Probably.
A quick glance at his phone tells him that it’s still early, he still has time to figure this out. Perhaps he went to visit his Dalton friends to distract himself from his misery. Maybe he had a drink or five. That doesn’t explain the lack of a hangover though.
Or the fact that his phone seems to think it’s November 2010.
Maybe it’s a glitch. His Blackberry is notoriously unreliable.
He can’t be. There’s no way.
The perfectly pressed Dalton jacket hanging off his desk chair begs to differ. Jeff’s is always crumpled on
the floor, so he knows from experience that it can’t be his.
He peeks down to the lower bunk to find Jeff still asleep. Jeff, his roommate from sophomore year.
Perfect. He has plenty of time to quietly freak out. He flips through his phone to find something to help him making sense of this. Kurt is always the first person he calls when something feels out of place, but he isn’t supposed to call Kurt anymore. His own decision, one that he’s regretting every third hour or so.
But Kurt’s name isn’t in his phone, and Blaine is pretty sure the breakup isn’t to blame.
No.
He’s almost certain that it’s because, well -
Unless he’s completely lost it, Blaine hasn’t met Kurt yet.
-
Blaine wraps himself in Dalton navy and red with practiced ease. It’s comforting, being back in the blazer. The familiarity is exactly what he needs right now.
He knows that this is the day he met Kurt. All he would have to do is avoid the staircase in the main hall and he’d miss him completely. He might run into him at Sectionals, maybe share a quick smile or a friendly handshake, and that would be that.
This isn’t fair, of course. Blaine remembers how alone Kurt had felt back then, and he remembers his clumsy attempts at helping him navigate his dilemmas. Over time, he had realized that he was trying to help himself just as much as he was trying to help Kurt.
Even though their initial meet-cute might look like a highway hazard through Blaine’s experienced eyes, he knows he can’t avoid it.
-
His classes seems to drag on forever. The teachers drone on and on about things that Blaine has already passed tests on and promptly erased from his mind. Ah, the beauty of the American education system. The pythagorean theorem can kiss his behind, he has a Warblers performance to be late to.
The bell rings. Blaine stands outside of the classroom, his feet frozen to the floor. The staircase isn’t far from here.
He turns.
He could turn away from all of this now. All of the heartbreak and the confusion could be avoided just by turning around.
This is the part of the story tailor made for cliches. Feet carrying him to his destination of their own accord. Eyes meeting and breaths catching.
In reality, he makes his way down the staircase. He bites the inside of his cheek at the soft utterance of “excuse me.” Ignores the stinging in his eyes.
He turns.
Kurt is smaller than he remembers him being back then. It’s as if he’s trying to shrink himself on purpose. Blaine wants to hold him, save him, something -
But this isn’t the story of how Blaine saved Kurt. He knows that now.
-
A shortcut.
Teenage dreams.
Courage he only pretended to have at the time.
Blaine is so thankful for this gift. For the chance to do things right, or at least better. He could have done so much better with Kurt, there are so many things that he’s aching to change already.
He smiles at his inbox full of text messages and brushes his fingers over Kurt’s name.
This time, he’s going to do things right.
-
The first thing he’s aware of when he wakes up is the aching in his head. His limbs feel too heavy. There is a tissue stuck to his cheek, and he feels disgusting.
He’s back in his room. He’s back in his reality.
It was a lovely dream, he supposes, but in the real world, there are no do-overs.