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(Song from The National.)
“What song are you singing?” Blaine asks, smiling up at Kurt. Kurt flicks flour at him and Blaine ducks, laughing. “C’mon, you can tell me,” he wheedles, pouncing and wrapping himself around Kurt.
“Stop distracting me,” Kurt orders, rubbing flour into his hair. “Go shower. I’ll put these in the oven and meet you upstairs.”
“You’re the one who made me messy!” Blaine argues. “You should wash my hair.”
Kurt raises an eyebrow. “Get out of my kitchen,” he commands haughtily. “Or no cookies for you.”
“Fine,” Blaine pouts, and trudges upstairs. Kurt smiles after him before turning back to the almost-done dough.
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Kurt sings last. He’s clapped for everyone else, and cried with them, and held them, and gone on shopping ventures. He’s tutored and cajoled, and after next week, he’ll know if it was enough.
Either way, he’ll be done.
But right now, he’s standing in front of his friends, about to sing the last song he’ll sing in this room. He lets his eyes trail over them all - Finn and Rachel, holding hands; Tina and Mike snuggling; Puck slouching on the back row, Lauren next to him; Brittany leaning forward and poking Rory in the back while Santana smirked; Sugar trailing her fingers along Artie’s arm; Quinn’s head resting on Joe’s shoulder; and Mercedes and Sam, fingers tangling together as the music builds.
And Blaine. Blaine smiling at him.
This is goodbye to most of these people. He’ll never see them again after next week, and he won’t miss them.
They will see him, though. That’s guaranteed.
“Today,” he begins softly, “you were far away, and I didn't ask you why.” He looks at Mercedes, then Artie, then Tina. He continues, “What could I say? I was far away. You just walked away, and I just watched you.” Smiling a little bit and shaking his head, he asks with a small shrug, “What could I say?” He looks at Brittany, for a moment, and then back to Blaine.
“How close am I to losing you?” he asks, softer still, but his voice strengthens a bit when Blaine firmly shakes his head.
He’s never sung this slow, and the words feel so strong. “Tonight you just close your eyes and I just watch you slip away.” The music is like a heartbeat, firm and slow, and he asks again, “How close am I to losing you?”
Blaine smiles at him and mouths, Not close at all.
Kurt raises his voice on, “Hey, are you awake? Yeah, I'm right here. Well, can I ask you about today?”
Looking around the room, at these children who don’t understand - except for Finn, who clutches Rachel’s hand tight - Kurt finishes, “How close am I to losing you? How close am I to losing?”
Not close at all, he thinks. They all clap, and some of them cry, and that’s Kurt’s final solo at McKinley.
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Blaine and Kurt fly to New York together. Rachel and Finn will come a few days later. Blaine’s dad wants to give them the guided tour, and Fury wants them to visit SHIELD - just for a check-up, he says.
Fury looks long and hard at Kurt, before excusing them to go with Mr. Stark. “Be good, kid,” he orders.
Kurt simply smiles. “I’m the best, sir,” he says demurely, respectfully lowering his eyes.
Mr. Stark scoffs, though he tries to disguise it as a cough. Fury simply barks a laugh and waves them out.
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After Blaine locks the door behind his dad and Ms. Potts, after Kurt lays down the protection sigils, after they’ve consecrated their bed - Kurt asks, “Would you like to meet my family?”
Blaine stares at him for a moment, then his eyes widen. “You mean? Really? Yes!”
“Only some of them can come here,” Kurt says. “We’ll visit the rest later, but.” He takes a deep breath and someone knocks on the door.
“That’s them,” Kurt whispers.
He’s in New York. Blaine hasn’t left yet. Oh, he wishes Blaine never will. Maybe, if he plays everything perfectly, Blaine won’t.
But for now. For now, Blaine is just on the edge of panic, and three of Kurt’s brothers are waiting in the hall. So Kurt laces his fingers with Blaine’s and leads him to the door.
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Kurt can’t change his shape. He’s as immortal as his siblings, with a bit more standard magic than all but his sister, and he knows their fate as well as the rest.
But he’s in New York, and Blaine told the twins the worst jokes imaginable, and Fenrir approved of him. Life is as wonderful as it’s ever been, and tomorrow - well, tomorrow is tomorrow.
He trails his fingertip along the blade of his favorite knife and changes the channel when the newscaster starts talking about Loki.
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Thank you so much!
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