fic: Brave New Heart (4/4)
Title: Brave New Heart
Author: heartsofgravity
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Word Count: ~2,750 this part, 16,000 total
Pairings: Blaine/Rachel, Blaine/Kurt (eventual)
Summary: Blaine took a deep breath, looked around the area to make sure nobody was eavesdropping, and confided in his friend. "Do you think I'm…normal? For someone of my class, that is. I just have this feeling of severe inferiority to everybody here. I can't help it."
Blaine lives in the World State, a society where promiscuity is a trait that is deemed "wholesome", but feelings are thrown aside. He feels differently, and risks being sent into isolation when he travels to the Reservation with Rachel and meets Kurt.
Warnings: Dystopian society, homophobic language
Disclaimer: I own neither Glee and it's characters, nor do I own Brave New World and it's respective characters.
A/N: This is something that I started almost right after school got out. We had just read Brave New World, and I wondered how Kurt and Blaine would react if they lived in a world such as that, so this is my take on what would happen. Note that this also contains other characters from the show, but I used them in order to fill some of the characters from the novel. This is only based on the book, so you don't have to read it to understand this (hopefully).
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Inside the copter, Blaine smacked his palm against his forehead over and over again. "Why? Why, why, why did I do that?" he shouted to himself. He was in deep trouble now.
-O-
Blaine found himself at Wes' apartment, pounding on the door, yelling at the top of his lungs to let him in. A sleepy Wes answered the door. "What are you doing at this hour, Blaine? It better be a good reason." Blaine barged in right past Wes and paced around the entryway.
Wes closed the door and faced Blaine. "I repeat: what are you doing?"
Blaine continued pacing. "God, Wes. I made a mistake. A huge mistake. I really messed up."
"What did you do, Blaine?" The lightness in Wes' voice was gone now. He was deeply concerned.
Blaine stopped for a second. "I may or may not have had sex with Kurt." He grimaced and then went back to pacing around the entryway.
Wes was confused. "And that's a bad thing?"
Blaine nodded, but then shook his head, like he couldn't make up his mind. "I mean, it isn't. But it is. It was fantastic, but -"
"But what?"
"He told me he loved me."
"Oh." Wes crossed over to stand next to Blaine. "Then I think I need to tell you something." He put a hand on Blaine's shoulder and led him over to the couch to sit down.
"Remember that time, before you left for the Reservation, and I told you that I was thinking about certain things?"
Blaine nodded.
"I was doing a lot of testing and researching, and I came to a conclusion a few weeks ago, based on what I was thinking about. You see, I have always been fascinated by human nature. And by that, I mean human nature before it is taken away from most of us. And I got to thinking: why can't we love one another? What is so wrong with wanting to feel for another person on a strong level? I don't have a problem with how our society works, but what you told me about Kurt's relationship with his father clued me in to the final piece of what I was looking for. It's in everybody's nature to love, no matter what."
Blaine was confused. "What do you mean?"
Wes shook his head. "Blaine, you know exactly what I'm talking about. You don't have to admit it to me. But you need to accept it yourself."
He walked around the couch and into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of just water. Wes had told himself that he would be drinking less so he could go about his research without a muddled mind.
"I've realized that here, people think they're happy. But it's only because they've been conditioned that way, with the castes and hypnopaedia and all of that. We've all been tricked, Blaine." He downed his glass of water, and walked back over to where Blaine sat, and turned on the TV. "Just think about things for a little bit, and you'll know what to do."
Blaine was about to start thinking about it right then and there, but the images on the TV sent him into a panic like the one he had earlier. All he could see was Kurt, being carried away by the police, kicking and struggling in their grip. He had a bloody nose, and a fierce look on his face as the camera followed them until they reached the main offices of one Sue Sylvester.
-O-
Blaine and Wes were there in almost no time at all. Wes was pretty sure that Blaine had broken a few laws in the erratic way he drove the helicopter, but Blaine didn't care. Kurt was in trouble, and he had to get him out of it.
They burst into Sue's office, narrowly escaping the security guards that chased after them, and stood in the doorway catching their breath. The guards caught up to them and were about to handcuff them, but Sue waved the security off with a lazy flick of her hand. "Don't even bother. I'll handle these psychos."
She gestured for them to sit in the chairs next to Kurt in front of her desk. They sat down quietly, and she started them down before speaking.
"So, I take it you saw Porcelain's little tirade on the TV and came down here to defend him? Or are you here just to see me, because if that were the case you might as well leave, because I don't want to look at your faces and I was in the middle of a very interesting conversation with Porcelain here." She cocked an eyebrow at the two of them, expecting an answer.
Wes spoke first. "Look, we don't know what happened. All we know is that we turned on the TV and the first thing we saw was Kurt being dragged into the building by the security. Blaine freaked out, and so we came here. So what is the deal?"
Sue looked at Kurt, who sat in the chair farthest away from Blaine. He wouldn't look either of them in the eye sat glaring at the wall in silence. "Well, since Porcelain isn't going to speak up, I'll tell you. Basically, he threatened stability. Mr. Anderson, or can I call you Oingo Boingo-your hair makes me want to throw up or shave it all off, my god you need to do something about it." Blaine ran a hand through his hair defensively and realized that in his haste to leave his own apartment, he had forgotten to style it.
"So, Oingo Boingo, your friend here just went in the middle of the community gathering place and started preaching about love and feelings and all that garbage. Obviously, the people were getting distressed, so I had to do something about it."
"You can't punish Kurt though. How else is he supposed to feel? He comes from a place where feelings are what drive people-you can't expect him to turn them off right away," yelled Blaine.
"Enough of your bland arguments. I've heard them before. I don't want to hear you talk right now." She pushed a button on her desk and a guard showed up at the door. "Take Curly and Yellow to the detention rooms. Separate them."
The guard grabbed Blaine's and Wes' arms and led them out of the room and downstairs.
"Alright, Porcelain. I'm going to give you two options. I'm not going to make you choose now, because I want you to make the right decision for yourself, and I want you to be happy. I may seem like the bad guy, but I really do have your best interest at heart." Her look softened. "I used to be happy before they offered this job, but I gave that up in order to serve the World State, because I know I'm the only one qualified to do this job. Anyone else would make a train wreck out of things.
"Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't accepted the position, but I can't think of those things because I do have a job to do." She leaned over the desk and spoke quietly. "So your option is either to go back home, to the Reservation, to your father; or you could live in a new place with like-minded people, but you won't know anyone there. That's all I can offer you without putting you in prison for the rest of your life because you run the risk of upsetting my society too much."
Kurt didn't say a word, but the look on his face made it obvious that he was already thinking hard about what he wanted to do. Sue buzzed the guard again, and told him to take him down to the detention rooms as well, in a specific room.
-O-
The guard opened the door to let Kurt into the room, and Kurt immediately rolled his eyes. "Oh you have got to be kidding me," he said, because sitting in the corner of the room was Blaine. Blaine looked up at the sound of Kurt's voice, and started to stand.
The door slammed shut with a clang! behind Kurt, and Blaine rushed over to him.
"Kurt, I need to apologize again -"
Kurt cut him off bitterly. "If this is more about you going on about last night, I don't want to hear it. You've already hurt me enough. I don't care beyond this point, and I don't need you rubbing in how much you don't like me."
Blaine frowned. "That's not what I wanted to say." Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Fine, go on," he said, and sauntered over to sit in the chair that sat in the room.
Blaine followed him and stood in front of where Kurt sat. "What I was trying to say was that I'm sorry for running out on you like that. It was a mistake for me to panic like that. That was incredibly rude of me to, and I can't believe I did that to you."
Kurt was interested now. "Oh?"
"One thing that you should know about me is that I run from my problems. Yeah, I have problems. Everyone does. They mostly keep it to themselves and pretend like nothing is wrong. That's what I did. But this is too big for me to run from. And I hurt you in the process. I never wanted to do that, Kurt. You didn't do anything wrong. It was me, because I was too afraid to admit that -" Blaine broke off, unable to say it.
Kurt sighed in frustration. "Oh come on. Spit it out. I'm sure there's nothing that you could do to worsen my situation."
Blaine glanced down at the floor, took a breath, and knelt down in front of Kurt so that he was looking straight into his eyes. "I was too afraid to admit that I was in love with you."
Kurt stared back in shock. "I - what?"
Blaine took Kurt's hands in his. "I've been in love with you probably since I met you, but I didn't really realize it until just recently. I always thought that I was simply attracted to you, but what happened last night, and what Wes told me earlier today, it just kind of clicked for me that I do love you. And I'm tired of running away from it. I just want to be with you. You're the most unique person that I've ever met, and I want to spend the rest of my life getting to know more about you."
Kurt removed his hands from Blaine's. "But I can't forgive you for how you acted this morning. You really, really hurt me. I already felt enough like a failure here, so to have you telling me it was all a mistake? I am a person with feelings, Blaine. That is who I am, and nothing can change that. For some stupid reason I thought I could get other people to see my side of things, but no. That's how I ended up here. And now there's nothing left for me in my future. I ruined that the second I told you I wanted to come here with you."
Blaine placed his hands gently on the sides of Kurt's face, and pulled him forward to kiss him softly. "You can have the future you wanted with me, Kurt. Don't push me away."
Kurt reached up to cover Blaine's hands with his own, stroking his thumb over the top of Blaine's knuckles. "I'm sorry, but I can't," he said quietly, and pulled Blaine's hands from his face. He walked over to the corner of the room and sat on the floor, facing the wall. He obviously didn't want to talk to Blaine any longer.
Blaine let out a deflated sigh, and the door opened with a loud noise. The guard that stood in the doorway motioned for Blaine to come with him. "The Coach wants to see you now."
-O-
He sat in her office, across the desk from her glare with his head down.
Sue shook her head at the sight of him. "You're pathetic and ungrateful, Anderson. I'm giving you an opportunity here. One to be with people just like you, who think the same things. This was long coming, but I held off Quinn's orders just so you could show Hummel around. I gave you that chance, but obviously, you blew it. This is your second chance, Blaine. This isn't a bad thing," she said quietly. "Think of it as starting over."
She typed something into her computer, and a few seconds later it spat out a plastic card with information engraved on it. "Here's where you're getting sent. Don't lose this card."
He accepted it, and stood up. Another guard opened the door with Kurt in tow, and Blaine brushed by Kurt, not even looking at him as his guard led him back down to the detention rooms. Before the door shut behind Kurt, Blaine heard Sue ask him in a loud voice, "So, Porcelain, what's your decision?"
His head sank lower as he realized what Kurt's decision would be.
-O-
Blaine never found out what would happen to Wes, but he hoped that Sue would go easy on him and let him stay. The worst Wes had done was uncover Quinn's secret, and Sue had been happy about that, so maybe he would get to keep his job.
He found himself caring less and less as the day approached when he would be taken to his newly assigned 'home'.
Meanwhile, Kurt was moved to a different room at the other end of the hall, so it was both a blessing and a curse to be so far away from him. Blaine would never see him again after he left, and the only thing he wanted was to see Kurt's face every day for the rest of his life.
-O-
The trip to the place where Blaine would be relocated to wasn't too bad, but he ended up sleeping the entire time. He did that a lot lately. He figured there was nothing better to do, so he slept.
He found his assigned house, and set his bags down near the wall in the entryway. Before he left, he was allowed to go back to his apartment and take whatever he wanted from there and bring it with him, so at least he had his own personal belongings.
He wandered throughout the house, inspecting it, looking to see how much of it would remind him of home. Soon enough, he gave up on that and sat on the couch and fell asleep.
He awoke to a loud, sharp knocking on the door, and jumped up, startled. He made his way to the door and opened it, only to find Kurt standing in front of him, with his bags in his hands, and a smile on his face.
"Can I come in?" he asked. Blaine nodded in shock, and stepped aside so he could move past.
"Why are you here?" said Blaine.
Kurt set his bags down and brought his hands together, fiddling with his fingers. "I thought more about what you said. And I'm starting over. I'm letting go of the past, because I can't go back. The only way to go is to move forward, and I want to do that with you."
"But you didn't forgive me," said Blaine. He dared to inch closer, to see if Kurt was really going to stay, and not just run away if Blaine got too close.
"That's because I wasn't thinking about it from your point of view. How else were you supposed to act? I was being ridiculous to think that you could admit something like that after living in that place your whole life. I'm sorry."
At that, Blaine rushed forward to wrap Kurt in an embrace that nearly knocked him off his feet. They stood there, in each other's arms for a long time, fit perfectly to one another.
Blaine pulled away first, with moist eyes and a lump in his throat. "So does that mean you're staying?"
Kurt let out a little laugh. "Yes. I'm staying right here." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Blaine's mouth, cupping his face and bringing him closer. "And I'm not going anywhere."
Author: heartsofgravity
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Word Count: ~2,750 this part, 16,000 total
Pairings: Blaine/Rachel, Blaine/Kurt (eventual)
Summary: Blaine took a deep breath, looked around the area to make sure nobody was eavesdropping, and confided in his friend. "Do you think I'm…normal? For someone of my class, that is. I just have this feeling of severe inferiority to everybody here. I can't help it."
Blaine lives in the World State, a society where promiscuity is a trait that is deemed "wholesome", but feelings are thrown aside. He feels differently, and risks being sent into isolation when he travels to the Reservation with Rachel and meets Kurt.
Warnings: Dystopian society, homophobic language
Disclaimer: I own neither Glee and it's characters, nor do I own Brave New World and it's respective characters.
A/N: This is something that I started almost right after school got out. We had just read Brave New World, and I wondered how Kurt and Blaine would react if they lived in a world such as that, so this is my take on what would happen. Note that this also contains other characters from the show, but I used them in order to fill some of the characters from the novel. This is only based on the book, so you don't have to read it to understand this (hopefully).
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Inside the copter, Blaine smacked his palm against his forehead over and over again. "Why? Why, why, why did I do that?" he shouted to himself. He was in deep trouble now.
-O-
Blaine found himself at Wes' apartment, pounding on the door, yelling at the top of his lungs to let him in. A sleepy Wes answered the door. "What are you doing at this hour, Blaine? It better be a good reason." Blaine barged in right past Wes and paced around the entryway.
Wes closed the door and faced Blaine. "I repeat: what are you doing?"
Blaine continued pacing. "God, Wes. I made a mistake. A huge mistake. I really messed up."
"What did you do, Blaine?" The lightness in Wes' voice was gone now. He was deeply concerned.
Blaine stopped for a second. "I may or may not have had sex with Kurt." He grimaced and then went back to pacing around the entryway.
Wes was confused. "And that's a bad thing?"
Blaine nodded, but then shook his head, like he couldn't make up his mind. "I mean, it isn't. But it is. It was fantastic, but -"
"But what?"
"He told me he loved me."
"Oh." Wes crossed over to stand next to Blaine. "Then I think I need to tell you something." He put a hand on Blaine's shoulder and led him over to the couch to sit down.
"Remember that time, before you left for the Reservation, and I told you that I was thinking about certain things?"
Blaine nodded.
"I was doing a lot of testing and researching, and I came to a conclusion a few weeks ago, based on what I was thinking about. You see, I have always been fascinated by human nature. And by that, I mean human nature before it is taken away from most of us. And I got to thinking: why can't we love one another? What is so wrong with wanting to feel for another person on a strong level? I don't have a problem with how our society works, but what you told me about Kurt's relationship with his father clued me in to the final piece of what I was looking for. It's in everybody's nature to love, no matter what."
Blaine was confused. "What do you mean?"
Wes shook his head. "Blaine, you know exactly what I'm talking about. You don't have to admit it to me. But you need to accept it yourself."
He walked around the couch and into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of just water. Wes had told himself that he would be drinking less so he could go about his research without a muddled mind.
"I've realized that here, people think they're happy. But it's only because they've been conditioned that way, with the castes and hypnopaedia and all of that. We've all been tricked, Blaine." He downed his glass of water, and walked back over to where Blaine sat, and turned on the TV. "Just think about things for a little bit, and you'll know what to do."
Blaine was about to start thinking about it right then and there, but the images on the TV sent him into a panic like the one he had earlier. All he could see was Kurt, being carried away by the police, kicking and struggling in their grip. He had a bloody nose, and a fierce look on his face as the camera followed them until they reached the main offices of one Sue Sylvester.
-O-
Blaine and Wes were there in almost no time at all. Wes was pretty sure that Blaine had broken a few laws in the erratic way he drove the helicopter, but Blaine didn't care. Kurt was in trouble, and he had to get him out of it.
They burst into Sue's office, narrowly escaping the security guards that chased after them, and stood in the doorway catching their breath. The guards caught up to them and were about to handcuff them, but Sue waved the security off with a lazy flick of her hand. "Don't even bother. I'll handle these psychos."
She gestured for them to sit in the chairs next to Kurt in front of her desk. They sat down quietly, and she started them down before speaking.
"So, I take it you saw Porcelain's little tirade on the TV and came down here to defend him? Or are you here just to see me, because if that were the case you might as well leave, because I don't want to look at your faces and I was in the middle of a very interesting conversation with Porcelain here." She cocked an eyebrow at the two of them, expecting an answer.
Wes spoke first. "Look, we don't know what happened. All we know is that we turned on the TV and the first thing we saw was Kurt being dragged into the building by the security. Blaine freaked out, and so we came here. So what is the deal?"
Sue looked at Kurt, who sat in the chair farthest away from Blaine. He wouldn't look either of them in the eye sat glaring at the wall in silence. "Well, since Porcelain isn't going to speak up, I'll tell you. Basically, he threatened stability. Mr. Anderson, or can I call you Oingo Boingo-your hair makes me want to throw up or shave it all off, my god you need to do something about it." Blaine ran a hand through his hair defensively and realized that in his haste to leave his own apartment, he had forgotten to style it.
"So, Oingo Boingo, your friend here just went in the middle of the community gathering place and started preaching about love and feelings and all that garbage. Obviously, the people were getting distressed, so I had to do something about it."
"You can't punish Kurt though. How else is he supposed to feel? He comes from a place where feelings are what drive people-you can't expect him to turn them off right away," yelled Blaine.
"Enough of your bland arguments. I've heard them before. I don't want to hear you talk right now." She pushed a button on her desk and a guard showed up at the door. "Take Curly and Yellow to the detention rooms. Separate them."
The guard grabbed Blaine's and Wes' arms and led them out of the room and downstairs.
"Alright, Porcelain. I'm going to give you two options. I'm not going to make you choose now, because I want you to make the right decision for yourself, and I want you to be happy. I may seem like the bad guy, but I really do have your best interest at heart." Her look softened. "I used to be happy before they offered this job, but I gave that up in order to serve the World State, because I know I'm the only one qualified to do this job. Anyone else would make a train wreck out of things.
"Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't accepted the position, but I can't think of those things because I do have a job to do." She leaned over the desk and spoke quietly. "So your option is either to go back home, to the Reservation, to your father; or you could live in a new place with like-minded people, but you won't know anyone there. That's all I can offer you without putting you in prison for the rest of your life because you run the risk of upsetting my society too much."
Kurt didn't say a word, but the look on his face made it obvious that he was already thinking hard about what he wanted to do. Sue buzzed the guard again, and told him to take him down to the detention rooms as well, in a specific room.
-O-
The guard opened the door to let Kurt into the room, and Kurt immediately rolled his eyes. "Oh you have got to be kidding me," he said, because sitting in the corner of the room was Blaine. Blaine looked up at the sound of Kurt's voice, and started to stand.
The door slammed shut with a clang! behind Kurt, and Blaine rushed over to him.
"Kurt, I need to apologize again -"
Kurt cut him off bitterly. "If this is more about you going on about last night, I don't want to hear it. You've already hurt me enough. I don't care beyond this point, and I don't need you rubbing in how much you don't like me."
Blaine frowned. "That's not what I wanted to say." Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Fine, go on," he said, and sauntered over to sit in the chair that sat in the room.
Blaine followed him and stood in front of where Kurt sat. "What I was trying to say was that I'm sorry for running out on you like that. It was a mistake for me to panic like that. That was incredibly rude of me to, and I can't believe I did that to you."
Kurt was interested now. "Oh?"
"One thing that you should know about me is that I run from my problems. Yeah, I have problems. Everyone does. They mostly keep it to themselves and pretend like nothing is wrong. That's what I did. But this is too big for me to run from. And I hurt you in the process. I never wanted to do that, Kurt. You didn't do anything wrong. It was me, because I was too afraid to admit that -" Blaine broke off, unable to say it.
Kurt sighed in frustration. "Oh come on. Spit it out. I'm sure there's nothing that you could do to worsen my situation."
Blaine glanced down at the floor, took a breath, and knelt down in front of Kurt so that he was looking straight into his eyes. "I was too afraid to admit that I was in love with you."
Kurt stared back in shock. "I - what?"
Blaine took Kurt's hands in his. "I've been in love with you probably since I met you, but I didn't really realize it until just recently. I always thought that I was simply attracted to you, but what happened last night, and what Wes told me earlier today, it just kind of clicked for me that I do love you. And I'm tired of running away from it. I just want to be with you. You're the most unique person that I've ever met, and I want to spend the rest of my life getting to know more about you."
Kurt removed his hands from Blaine's. "But I can't forgive you for how you acted this morning. You really, really hurt me. I already felt enough like a failure here, so to have you telling me it was all a mistake? I am a person with feelings, Blaine. That is who I am, and nothing can change that. For some stupid reason I thought I could get other people to see my side of things, but no. That's how I ended up here. And now there's nothing left for me in my future. I ruined that the second I told you I wanted to come here with you."
Blaine placed his hands gently on the sides of Kurt's face, and pulled him forward to kiss him softly. "You can have the future you wanted with me, Kurt. Don't push me away."
Kurt reached up to cover Blaine's hands with his own, stroking his thumb over the top of Blaine's knuckles. "I'm sorry, but I can't," he said quietly, and pulled Blaine's hands from his face. He walked over to the corner of the room and sat on the floor, facing the wall. He obviously didn't want to talk to Blaine any longer.
Blaine let out a deflated sigh, and the door opened with a loud noise. The guard that stood in the doorway motioned for Blaine to come with him. "The Coach wants to see you now."
-O-
He sat in her office, across the desk from her glare with his head down.
Sue shook her head at the sight of him. "You're pathetic and ungrateful, Anderson. I'm giving you an opportunity here. One to be with people just like you, who think the same things. This was long coming, but I held off Quinn's orders just so you could show Hummel around. I gave you that chance, but obviously, you blew it. This is your second chance, Blaine. This isn't a bad thing," she said quietly. "Think of it as starting over."
She typed something into her computer, and a few seconds later it spat out a plastic card with information engraved on it. "Here's where you're getting sent. Don't lose this card."
He accepted it, and stood up. Another guard opened the door with Kurt in tow, and Blaine brushed by Kurt, not even looking at him as his guard led him back down to the detention rooms. Before the door shut behind Kurt, Blaine heard Sue ask him in a loud voice, "So, Porcelain, what's your decision?"
His head sank lower as he realized what Kurt's decision would be.
-O-
Blaine never found out what would happen to Wes, but he hoped that Sue would go easy on him and let him stay. The worst Wes had done was uncover Quinn's secret, and Sue had been happy about that, so maybe he would get to keep his job.
He found himself caring less and less as the day approached when he would be taken to his newly assigned 'home'.
Meanwhile, Kurt was moved to a different room at the other end of the hall, so it was both a blessing and a curse to be so far away from him. Blaine would never see him again after he left, and the only thing he wanted was to see Kurt's face every day for the rest of his life.
-O-
The trip to the place where Blaine would be relocated to wasn't too bad, but he ended up sleeping the entire time. He did that a lot lately. He figured there was nothing better to do, so he slept.
He found his assigned house, and set his bags down near the wall in the entryway. Before he left, he was allowed to go back to his apartment and take whatever he wanted from there and bring it with him, so at least he had his own personal belongings.
He wandered throughout the house, inspecting it, looking to see how much of it would remind him of home. Soon enough, he gave up on that and sat on the couch and fell asleep.
He awoke to a loud, sharp knocking on the door, and jumped up, startled. He made his way to the door and opened it, only to find Kurt standing in front of him, with his bags in his hands, and a smile on his face.
"Can I come in?" he asked. Blaine nodded in shock, and stepped aside so he could move past.
"Why are you here?" said Blaine.
Kurt set his bags down and brought his hands together, fiddling with his fingers. "I thought more about what you said. And I'm starting over. I'm letting go of the past, because I can't go back. The only way to go is to move forward, and I want to do that with you."
"But you didn't forgive me," said Blaine. He dared to inch closer, to see if Kurt was really going to stay, and not just run away if Blaine got too close.
"That's because I wasn't thinking about it from your point of view. How else were you supposed to act? I was being ridiculous to think that you could admit something like that after living in that place your whole life. I'm sorry."
At that, Blaine rushed forward to wrap Kurt in an embrace that nearly knocked him off his feet. They stood there, in each other's arms for a long time, fit perfectly to one another.
Blaine pulled away first, with moist eyes and a lump in his throat. "So does that mean you're staying?"
Kurt let out a little laugh. "Yes. I'm staying right here." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Blaine's mouth, cupping his face and bringing him closer. "And I'm not going anywhere."