(500) Days of Blaine, Part 5/5
Author: jjjjordo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Written for gleeatthemoviesgleeatthemovies,
Kurt Hummel of Lima, Ohio, grew up believing that he’d never truly be happy until he met his soulmate, thanks to hours of Disney movies and romantic Broadway musicals. The other boy, Blaine Anderson of Westerville, Ohio, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of his parents’ marriage, he’d believed that love didn’t exist. Kurt meets Blaine on January 8th in a New York office building. In an instant, he will know that Blaine’s the one he’s been looking for. But before they meet, you should know up front that this is not a love story.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Glee or (500) Days of Summer.
Spoilers: None for Glee, but the entire plot of (500) Days of Summer is completely spoiled. Direct lines from the movie are used frequently.
Warning: Some sexual themes and mild language.
MASTERPOST CAN BE FOUND HERE.
488.
One morning, Kurt found himself back in that coffee shop, right after another interview, this one earlier in the morning than the rest. It hadn’t turned out well, and he really needed a burst of caffeine and empty calories to make himself feel better about the whole thing. He sat down at his favorite table for the first time in months; he’d avoided it before because of the memories of Blaine it brought, but now they were laughable in his mind. He sipped his coffee and opened up that morning’s newspaper, skimming the headlines, which were quite boring for New York. He was just reading something about a bus crash when he heard a voice calling his name from across the coffee shop.
“Hey, Kurt!” it said.
Kurt looked up to see none other than Blaine Anderson, standing by the door and looking as perky as ever. There was something different about him, but Kurt couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He wasn’t sporting gel, but Kurt was used to that from weekends that Blaine stayed at his house. His pants covered his ankles and there was not a bow tie in sight, but Blaine couldn’t possibly own that many bow ties. Kurt tried to figure out what it was that was so different about Blaine as he walked over and joined Kurt at his table.
“I thought I might see you here.” He said with a grin, taking a seat across from Kurt. Kurt said nothing, just nodded and kind of stared at Blaine, who didn’t seem fazed about it at all.
“I always loved this place, ever since you brought me here,” he continued, “I haven’t been to Starbucks since.”
That’s when Kurt spotted the ring on Blaine’s finger. Everything came flooding back: the engagement party, the break-up of a sort, the cold shoulder. But he was past it, and a genuine, soft smile formed on his lips.
“I guess I should say congratulations,” he said, nodding towards the hand with the ring on it, “He’s a very lucky man, I’ll tell you that.”
“But do you mean it?” Blaine asked, an eyebrow raising.
“Well, in that case,” Kurt said, causing Blaine to laugh. Kurt grinned; he had missed the sound of that laugh. They just looked at each other for a second before speaking again.
“So, are you okay?” Blaine asked.
“I will be, eventually. I’m getting better.” Kurt said.
“I like your suit,” Blaine said, nodding at one of the suits Kurt had made for his interviews. He felt that it added a little bit of an edge to the interview, being able to say that you designed what you were wearing. Sometimes it went over well, sometimes it didn’t, but most of the time it did, so he was happy for that.
“Thanks, I designed it.” Kurt said with a shrug.
“You look sharp,” Blaine complimented.
“So do you!” Kurt said.
“Thanks,” Blaine murmured with a shy smile.
“I quit the office.” Kurt said randomly.
“You did?” Blaine asked incredulously, to which Kurt nodded proudly. “I didn’t know, that’s great!”
“And you…” Kurt said slowly, trying to think of how to phrase what he wanted to say. “You’re…you’re married.”
“Yeah…it’s crazy, huh?” Blaine commented, his grin growing even wider.
Kurt didn’t even notice, but he must have looked heartbroken, because Blaine gave him a very worried look. He put on a fake smile and nodded, and he wasn’t sure why for a second, until he started feeling, well, jealous.
Somewhere, there was a man wearing a matching ring that held the key to Blaine’s heart, and he was going to hold that forever. Nobody besides this man would ever get to hold and touch and kiss Blaine, or tell him how handsome he was. Blaine wouldn’t get to hold hands with anyone else, or dance with anyone else, or sleep with anyone else held tight, unless it was completely platonic. Of course, Kurt didn’t want anyone else doing anything like that to Blaine, or Blaine doing any of that to anyone else, but more specifically, he didn’t want it to be this man that was doing that to Blaine.
But then he realized how stupid he was being, how he was already so consumed with hate over a man he had never before seen, let alone gotten to know. He had spent plenty of time with Blaine, but that time had ended, and he couldn’t keep dwelling on the past. If he ever wanted to get on with his life, he needed to let it go.
Yet there was a part of him that still couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried and convinced himself that he was over Blaine, and that part was pretty hurt that Blaine didn’t even mention the wedding, or invite him for that matter.
“You should’ve told me.” He finally said, his voice coming out in barely a whisper.
“I know.” Blaine said.
“We were at the wedding, we were dancing,,,” Kurt said.
“He hadn’t asked me yet.” Blaine said defensively.
“But he was in your life.” Kurt pointed out.
“Yeah,” Blaine huffed.
“So, why did you dance with me?” Kurt asked. Blaine took a long time formulating his answer before saying it.
“Because I wanted to.” He said.
“You just do what you want, don’t you?” Kurt said through gritted teeth.
After a long silence in which Blaine just looked content with himself, during which Kurt tried not to start yelling, he continued.
“You never wanted to be anybody’s boyfriend, and now you’re somebody’s husband.” He said.
“It surprised me, too.” Blaine commented.
“I don’t think I’ll ever understand that.” Kurt said. “I mean, it doesn’t make sense.”
“It just happened.” Blaine said.
“Right, but that’s what I don’t understand,” Kurt said, “What just happened? Marriage doesn’t just happen? Explain.”
“I just…I just woke up one day and I knew.” Blaine said.
“Knew what?” Kurt asked.
“What I was never sure of with you.” Blaine explained, and it felt like Kurt was being stabbed in the back. He looked away and tried to hold back tears that were starting to prick at his eyes, threatening to destroy his ‘I’m finally over you’ façade.
“You know what sucks?” he asked, his voice cracking with the impeding tears. He could see that Blaine was already crying, which made him want to cry even more. “Realizing that everything you believe in is complete and utter bullshit sucks.”
“What do you mean?” Blaine asked in a thick voice.
“Oh, you know,” Kurt said, “Destiny and soul mates, true love and all of that childhood fairytale shit they put in Disney movies to make you feel better about your life, like there’s something to hope for, that one day your dreams will come true and your prince will sweep you off your feet. But it doesn’t happen, it never does…you were right, I should have listened to you.”
Blaine was shaking his head, though, and he started to laugh for some reason. “No,” he said.
“Yeah, I should have. What are you smiling at?” Kurt said.
“Kurt,” Blaine said, still shaking his head and grinning stupidly.
“What are you looking at me like that for?” Kurt demanded.
Blaine laughed. “Well, you know,” he said, “I guess it’s ‘cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and…a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and now he’s my husband.”
“Yeah…so?” Kurt said.
“So, what if I’d gone to the movies?” Blaine said. “What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I’d gotten there ten minutes later? It was…it was meant to be. And, I just kept thinking: ‘Oh my God, Kurt was right.’”
“No, you didn’t.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes and laughing.
“Yeah, I did!” Blaine insisted. “I did.”
After a few moments of watching the coffee shop, now a lot busier than when they had started their conversation, reminding the two of them that the world was indeed still moving around them, Blaine spoke again.
“It just wasn’t me that you were right about.” He said softly.
Then, he reached out and grabbed Kurt’s hand lovingly. Kurt stared at his hand, smaller but a lot rougher, the ring still sparkling brightly and reminding him of the new marriage. Kurt looked back up at Blaine, the tears once again welling up in his eyes, because he couldn’t believe how much he wanted to kiss Blaine, how much he wanted to hold him and be his and laugh and smile with Blaine.
But that was a fairytale, and fairytales didn’t come true in Kurt’s world, though they seemed to in everyone else’s.
“I better go.” Blaine said, standing, though he hadn’t even bought coffee. “But I’m really happy to see that you’re doing well.”
He gave Kurt’s hand one last reassuring pat before walking away. Before he could leave the coffee shop, though, Kurt stood up.
“Blaine!” he called out after him. Blaine turned around, looking confused.
“I really do hope that you’re happy.” He said.
Blaine didn’t even say anything, just smiled and walked out of the shop. Kurt sipped at his coffee, now cold, and watched him through the window until he was out of sight.
Though he didn’t know it at the time that would be the last time he would ever see Blaine again.
***
500.
There was a marketing position open for Marc Jacobs, and though it certainly didn’t involve designing, Kurt had also studied fashion marketing, and he knew that once he started working for Marc Jacobs, the possibility of him eventually working with designing, regardless of the company, would dramatically increase. The industry liked those with experience, and he needed experience, so he really needed this job.
He walked into the office building, not sure quite what to expect. It was impressive-looking, and he could easily see himself getting lost, but he kept his composure and stayed cool while finding where he needed to be with the help of a couple nice receptionists.
Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday.
There was a waiting area outside the office of the man who would be interviewing him, with a couple of comfy-looking chairs. There was already a man sitting there, who was quite burly and definitely not the type that Kurt could see working for Marc Jacobs, or even wearing anything by Marc Jacobs for that matter. His briefcase looked beat-up, yet expensive, so Kurt took him for the hardworking businessman instead of the desperate man searching for a job. He was pretty handsome, despite his size, but one would have to really look at him to realize it. He had a soft face, that’s what really struck Kurt. He didn’t want to seem creepy, though, so he tried not to let his gaze liger too long.
He sat there for a while, answering some e-mails and text messages on his phone, before the man spoke up in a voice that seemed too soft to be his.
“Are you interviewing?” he asked.
“Yep,” Kurt said, not even looking up from his screen, “Are you?”
“Yeah.” The man said. Kurt made a noise of approval.
“My competition, I see.” He murmured. He put away the phone and looked at the man, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow as sort of a challenge.
“It would appear.” The man agreed, nodding.
“A little awkward.” Kurt said with an awkward chuckle as punctuation.
“Yeah.” The man agreed.
“Well,” Kurt said. “I hope you, um…don’t get the job.”
“Well, I hope you don’t get the job.” The man said, though it sounded more playful than intimidating, which was probably because of the grin he suddenly cracked after saying it. They both started laughing then.
“Have I seen you before?” the man asked.
“Me? I don’t think so.” Kurt said, shaking his head.
“There’s this really nice, small coffee shop a few blocks from here, in the fashion district…do you ever go there?” the man asked.
“Yes,” Kurt said, with a grin as he sat up straighter, “That’s, like, my favorite coffee shop! The one with the neon orange tables outside of it, Danner’s?”
“Yeah!” the man said, sitting up, “Danner’s! Man, I haven’t been to Starbucks since I discovered that place. And I love how it’s got all of these nice local shops near it, I love to go in and just talk to the designers and stuff, they’re great people. I’m trying to get the feel of the New York fashion scene, I majored in Marketing, you know. The fashion industry’s supposed to be really popular right now, so that’s what I’ve been pursuing for the past seven years.”
“Me too!” Kurt said, getting excited. “I mean, with the never going to Starbucks and all the local designers and stuff. I’m more of a designer myself, but I want to work in marketing for now to get the feel of it all. Danner’s is my favorite place to go and sketch.”
“I think I’ve seen you there.” the man said.
“Really?” Kurt asked. “I haven’t seen you.”
“You must not have been looking.” The man said with a grin.
If Kurt had learned anything, it was that you can’t ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence, that’s all that anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence.
“Kurt Hummel,” called a receptionist with a clipboard. Kurt stood and started to follow her when she gestured for him to.
Kurt had finally learned that there are no miracles. There’s no such thing as fate, nothing is really meant to be. He knew, he was sure of it now. Kurt was…he was pretty sure.
“Sorry, I just left something back there, gimme one second.” Kurt said on his way back, jerking his thumb towards the reception area.
“Hey,” he said upon seeing the man again.
“You again?” the man said, grinning.
“Yeah, I was just wondering if after this…if you’d want to get some coffee or something? We could go to Danner’s if you’d like?” Kurt said.
“I’m sorry, I’m sort of supposed to meet someone after this.” The man said with a sympathetic shrug.
“Okay.” Kurt said, turning around and leaving.
“Sure!” he heard the man call from behind him. He turned around to see him standing. Kurt walked back.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Why not?” the man said with a shrug.
“Oh, okay!” Kurt chirped, “Well, then, I’ll just wait for you out here?”
“Sounds good!” the man said.
“My name’s Kurt,” Kurt said, reaching out his hand to shake the man’s.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Dave.” The man said, returning his handshake with a strong one.
***
There were days when he would drive by Danner’s and think of their coffee dates. There were days when he’d drive by his old office building and remember the first time that Blaine had kissed him in the copy room. There were days when he’d hear a Beatles song, see a bow tie, watch a movie as terribly bad as some of the movies he’d watched with Blaine. But over time, he got over it. His relationship with Dave didn’t last forever, but the more time he spent with him, the less time he spent remembering Blaine. He called up Sam and Finn again, he ended up getting that position with Marc Jacobs that he’d wanted. Life got better.
And, most importantly, life moved on.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Written for gleeatthemoviesgleeatthemovies,
Kurt Hummel of Lima, Ohio, grew up believing that he’d never truly be happy until he met his soulmate, thanks to hours of Disney movies and romantic Broadway musicals. The other boy, Blaine Anderson of Westerville, Ohio, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of his parents’ marriage, he’d believed that love didn’t exist. Kurt meets Blaine on January 8th in a New York office building. In an instant, he will know that Blaine’s the one he’s been looking for. But before they meet, you should know up front that this is not a love story.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Glee or (500) Days of Summer.
Spoilers: None for Glee, but the entire plot of (500) Days of Summer is completely spoiled. Direct lines from the movie are used frequently.
Warning: Some sexual themes and mild language.
MASTERPOST CAN BE FOUND HERE.
488.
One morning, Kurt found himself back in that coffee shop, right after another interview, this one earlier in the morning than the rest. It hadn’t turned out well, and he really needed a burst of caffeine and empty calories to make himself feel better about the whole thing. He sat down at his favorite table for the first time in months; he’d avoided it before because of the memories of Blaine it brought, but now they were laughable in his mind. He sipped his coffee and opened up that morning’s newspaper, skimming the headlines, which were quite boring for New York. He was just reading something about a bus crash when he heard a voice calling his name from across the coffee shop.
“Hey, Kurt!” it said.
Kurt looked up to see none other than Blaine Anderson, standing by the door and looking as perky as ever. There was something different about him, but Kurt couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He wasn’t sporting gel, but Kurt was used to that from weekends that Blaine stayed at his house. His pants covered his ankles and there was not a bow tie in sight, but Blaine couldn’t possibly own that many bow ties. Kurt tried to figure out what it was that was so different about Blaine as he walked over and joined Kurt at his table.
“I thought I might see you here.” He said with a grin, taking a seat across from Kurt. Kurt said nothing, just nodded and kind of stared at Blaine, who didn’t seem fazed about it at all.
“I always loved this place, ever since you brought me here,” he continued, “I haven’t been to Starbucks since.”
That’s when Kurt spotted the ring on Blaine’s finger. Everything came flooding back: the engagement party, the break-up of a sort, the cold shoulder. But he was past it, and a genuine, soft smile formed on his lips.
“I guess I should say congratulations,” he said, nodding towards the hand with the ring on it, “He’s a very lucky man, I’ll tell you that.”
“But do you mean it?” Blaine asked, an eyebrow raising.
“Well, in that case,” Kurt said, causing Blaine to laugh. Kurt grinned; he had missed the sound of that laugh. They just looked at each other for a second before speaking again.
“So, are you okay?” Blaine asked.
“I will be, eventually. I’m getting better.” Kurt said.
“I like your suit,” Blaine said, nodding at one of the suits Kurt had made for his interviews. He felt that it added a little bit of an edge to the interview, being able to say that you designed what you were wearing. Sometimes it went over well, sometimes it didn’t, but most of the time it did, so he was happy for that.
“Thanks, I designed it.” Kurt said with a shrug.
“You look sharp,” Blaine complimented.
“So do you!” Kurt said.
“Thanks,” Blaine murmured with a shy smile.
“I quit the office.” Kurt said randomly.
“You did?” Blaine asked incredulously, to which Kurt nodded proudly. “I didn’t know, that’s great!”
“And you…” Kurt said slowly, trying to think of how to phrase what he wanted to say. “You’re…you’re married.”
“Yeah…it’s crazy, huh?” Blaine commented, his grin growing even wider.
Kurt didn’t even notice, but he must have looked heartbroken, because Blaine gave him a very worried look. He put on a fake smile and nodded, and he wasn’t sure why for a second, until he started feeling, well, jealous.
Somewhere, there was a man wearing a matching ring that held the key to Blaine’s heart, and he was going to hold that forever. Nobody besides this man would ever get to hold and touch and kiss Blaine, or tell him how handsome he was. Blaine wouldn’t get to hold hands with anyone else, or dance with anyone else, or sleep with anyone else held tight, unless it was completely platonic. Of course, Kurt didn’t want anyone else doing anything like that to Blaine, or Blaine doing any of that to anyone else, but more specifically, he didn’t want it to be this man that was doing that to Blaine.
But then he realized how stupid he was being, how he was already so consumed with hate over a man he had never before seen, let alone gotten to know. He had spent plenty of time with Blaine, but that time had ended, and he couldn’t keep dwelling on the past. If he ever wanted to get on with his life, he needed to let it go.
Yet there was a part of him that still couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried and convinced himself that he was over Blaine, and that part was pretty hurt that Blaine didn’t even mention the wedding, or invite him for that matter.
“You should’ve told me.” He finally said, his voice coming out in barely a whisper.
“I know.” Blaine said.
“We were at the wedding, we were dancing,,,” Kurt said.
“He hadn’t asked me yet.” Blaine said defensively.
“But he was in your life.” Kurt pointed out.
“Yeah,” Blaine huffed.
“So, why did you dance with me?” Kurt asked. Blaine took a long time formulating his answer before saying it.
“Because I wanted to.” He said.
“You just do what you want, don’t you?” Kurt said through gritted teeth.
After a long silence in which Blaine just looked content with himself, during which Kurt tried not to start yelling, he continued.
“You never wanted to be anybody’s boyfriend, and now you’re somebody’s husband.” He said.
“It surprised me, too.” Blaine commented.
“I don’t think I’ll ever understand that.” Kurt said. “I mean, it doesn’t make sense.”
“It just happened.” Blaine said.
“Right, but that’s what I don’t understand,” Kurt said, “What just happened? Marriage doesn’t just happen? Explain.”
“I just…I just woke up one day and I knew.” Blaine said.
“Knew what?” Kurt asked.
“What I was never sure of with you.” Blaine explained, and it felt like Kurt was being stabbed in the back. He looked away and tried to hold back tears that were starting to prick at his eyes, threatening to destroy his ‘I’m finally over you’ façade.
“You know what sucks?” he asked, his voice cracking with the impeding tears. He could see that Blaine was already crying, which made him want to cry even more. “Realizing that everything you believe in is complete and utter bullshit sucks.”
“What do you mean?” Blaine asked in a thick voice.
“Oh, you know,” Kurt said, “Destiny and soul mates, true love and all of that childhood fairytale shit they put in Disney movies to make you feel better about your life, like there’s something to hope for, that one day your dreams will come true and your prince will sweep you off your feet. But it doesn’t happen, it never does…you were right, I should have listened to you.”
Blaine was shaking his head, though, and he started to laugh for some reason. “No,” he said.
“Yeah, I should have. What are you smiling at?” Kurt said.
“Kurt,” Blaine said, still shaking his head and grinning stupidly.
“What are you looking at me like that for?” Kurt demanded.
Blaine laughed. “Well, you know,” he said, “I guess it’s ‘cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and…a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and now he’s my husband.”
“Yeah…so?” Kurt said.
“So, what if I’d gone to the movies?” Blaine said. “What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I’d gotten there ten minutes later? It was…it was meant to be. And, I just kept thinking: ‘Oh my God, Kurt was right.’”
“No, you didn’t.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes and laughing.
“Yeah, I did!” Blaine insisted. “I did.”
After a few moments of watching the coffee shop, now a lot busier than when they had started their conversation, reminding the two of them that the world was indeed still moving around them, Blaine spoke again.
“It just wasn’t me that you were right about.” He said softly.
Then, he reached out and grabbed Kurt’s hand lovingly. Kurt stared at his hand, smaller but a lot rougher, the ring still sparkling brightly and reminding him of the new marriage. Kurt looked back up at Blaine, the tears once again welling up in his eyes, because he couldn’t believe how much he wanted to kiss Blaine, how much he wanted to hold him and be his and laugh and smile with Blaine.
But that was a fairytale, and fairytales didn’t come true in Kurt’s world, though they seemed to in everyone else’s.
“I better go.” Blaine said, standing, though he hadn’t even bought coffee. “But I’m really happy to see that you’re doing well.”
He gave Kurt’s hand one last reassuring pat before walking away. Before he could leave the coffee shop, though, Kurt stood up.
“Blaine!” he called out after him. Blaine turned around, looking confused.
“I really do hope that you’re happy.” He said.
Blaine didn’t even say anything, just smiled and walked out of the shop. Kurt sipped at his coffee, now cold, and watched him through the window until he was out of sight.
Though he didn’t know it at the time that would be the last time he would ever see Blaine again.
***
500.
There was a marketing position open for Marc Jacobs, and though it certainly didn’t involve designing, Kurt had also studied fashion marketing, and he knew that once he started working for Marc Jacobs, the possibility of him eventually working with designing, regardless of the company, would dramatically increase. The industry liked those with experience, and he needed experience, so he really needed this job.
He walked into the office building, not sure quite what to expect. It was impressive-looking, and he could easily see himself getting lost, but he kept his composure and stayed cool while finding where he needed to be with the help of a couple nice receptionists.
Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday.
There was a waiting area outside the office of the man who would be interviewing him, with a couple of comfy-looking chairs. There was already a man sitting there, who was quite burly and definitely not the type that Kurt could see working for Marc Jacobs, or even wearing anything by Marc Jacobs for that matter. His briefcase looked beat-up, yet expensive, so Kurt took him for the hardworking businessman instead of the desperate man searching for a job. He was pretty handsome, despite his size, but one would have to really look at him to realize it. He had a soft face, that’s what really struck Kurt. He didn’t want to seem creepy, though, so he tried not to let his gaze liger too long.
He sat there for a while, answering some e-mails and text messages on his phone, before the man spoke up in a voice that seemed too soft to be his.
“Are you interviewing?” he asked.
“Yep,” Kurt said, not even looking up from his screen, “Are you?”
“Yeah.” The man said. Kurt made a noise of approval.
“My competition, I see.” He murmured. He put away the phone and looked at the man, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow as sort of a challenge.
“It would appear.” The man agreed, nodding.
“A little awkward.” Kurt said with an awkward chuckle as punctuation.
“Yeah.” The man agreed.
“Well,” Kurt said. “I hope you, um…don’t get the job.”
“Well, I hope you don’t get the job.” The man said, though it sounded more playful than intimidating, which was probably because of the grin he suddenly cracked after saying it. They both started laughing then.
“Have I seen you before?” the man asked.
“Me? I don’t think so.” Kurt said, shaking his head.
“There’s this really nice, small coffee shop a few blocks from here, in the fashion district…do you ever go there?” the man asked.
“Yes,” Kurt said, with a grin as he sat up straighter, “That’s, like, my favorite coffee shop! The one with the neon orange tables outside of it, Danner’s?”
“Yeah!” the man said, sitting up, “Danner’s! Man, I haven’t been to Starbucks since I discovered that place. And I love how it’s got all of these nice local shops near it, I love to go in and just talk to the designers and stuff, they’re great people. I’m trying to get the feel of the New York fashion scene, I majored in Marketing, you know. The fashion industry’s supposed to be really popular right now, so that’s what I’ve been pursuing for the past seven years.”
“Me too!” Kurt said, getting excited. “I mean, with the never going to Starbucks and all the local designers and stuff. I’m more of a designer myself, but I want to work in marketing for now to get the feel of it all. Danner’s is my favorite place to go and sketch.”
“I think I’ve seen you there.” the man said.
“Really?” Kurt asked. “I haven’t seen you.”
“You must not have been looking.” The man said with a grin.
If Kurt had learned anything, it was that you can’t ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence, that’s all that anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence.
“Kurt Hummel,” called a receptionist with a clipboard. Kurt stood and started to follow her when she gestured for him to.
Kurt had finally learned that there are no miracles. There’s no such thing as fate, nothing is really meant to be. He knew, he was sure of it now. Kurt was…he was pretty sure.
“Sorry, I just left something back there, gimme one second.” Kurt said on his way back, jerking his thumb towards the reception area.
“Hey,” he said upon seeing the man again.
“You again?” the man said, grinning.
“Yeah, I was just wondering if after this…if you’d want to get some coffee or something? We could go to Danner’s if you’d like?” Kurt said.
“I’m sorry, I’m sort of supposed to meet someone after this.” The man said with a sympathetic shrug.
“Okay.” Kurt said, turning around and leaving.
“Sure!” he heard the man call from behind him. He turned around to see him standing. Kurt walked back.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Why not?” the man said with a shrug.
“Oh, okay!” Kurt chirped, “Well, then, I’ll just wait for you out here?”
“Sounds good!” the man said.
“My name’s Kurt,” Kurt said, reaching out his hand to shake the man’s.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Dave.” The man said, returning his handshake with a strong one.
***
There were days when he would drive by Danner’s and think of their coffee dates. There were days when he’d drive by his old office building and remember the first time that Blaine had kissed him in the copy room. There were days when he’d hear a Beatles song, see a bow tie, watch a movie as terribly bad as some of the movies he’d watched with Blaine. But over time, he got over it. His relationship with Dave didn’t last forever, but the more time he spent with him, the less time he spent remembering Blaine. He called up Sam and Finn again, he ended up getting that position with Marc Jacobs that he’d wanted. Life got better.
And, most importantly, life moved on.