Loser Like Me: Glee fic; Kurt/Blaine
I don't know how many of you were aware but for the past two weeks I have been in a (mostly) Internet-less, cable-less exile thanks to a new job in a new state in a new apartment. So I spent a lot of time watching TV on DVD, mainly (okay, all) "Glee." I've also seen the most recent episode, "Original Songs" too many times to count. The result? This little ficlet that really did come out of nowhere. I thought I would celebrate my return to Internet civilization by sharing it with you. I hope you like it!
Title: Loser Like Me
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for all the episodes aired so far.
Rating: PG
Summary: Kurt's thoughts during the final Klaine scene from 2x16
Author's Notes I really don't know where this came from and I'm not sure how I feel about it so I'm hoping your reactions will help. :D Un-beta'd, so please excuse any and all mistakes.
"Yeah, I just really wanted to win."
What Blaine didn’t understand was it wasn’t about the winning. Well, it was, but it wasn’t really. It was that New Directions won without him. He wanted the world to see he was important, that he was special. He had hoped, in a dark part of him he tried to ignore, that if the McKinley club lost that maybe some of it would was due to his absence. He wanted them to realize that without him, they were less than what they could be. What they should be.
But this, this was the opposite. It showed that without him, they were better. Without him, they stood a better chance because there was something off about him. Something that didn’t quite fit in, not anywhere. Not with the group of misfits and not, as hard as he tried, with the Warblers. He donned the uniform and he swayed in the background. And yet…they lost and he couldn’t help but think it was because of him.
“You did win, and so did I. We got each other out of all this. That beats a lousy trophy, don’t you think?”
Kurt thinks back to their kiss, the realization that this, this is what a first kiss should feel like. This is what all his fantasies have been failing to live up to. He thinks of the way Blaine barely let go of his hand on drive home, the look in his eyes as though they had been opened for the first time.
He feels Blaine’s hand in his now, feels the warmth spread up his arm straight to his heart. So yeah, maybe losing wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe it proved that there was more to life than performing on the stage because there was this strange wonderful thing called being loved by another person.
Maybe finally he found where he belong.
Title: Loser Like Me
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for all the episodes aired so far.
Rating: PG
Summary: Kurt's thoughts during the final Klaine scene from 2x16
Author's Notes I really don't know where this came from and I'm not sure how I feel about it so I'm hoping your reactions will help. :D Un-beta'd, so please excuse any and all mistakes.
"Yeah, I just really wanted to win."
What Blaine didn’t understand was it wasn’t about the winning. Well, it was, but it wasn’t really. It was that New Directions won without him. He wanted the world to see he was important, that he was special. He had hoped, in a dark part of him he tried to ignore, that if the McKinley club lost that maybe some of it would was due to his absence. He wanted them to realize that without him, they were less than what they could be. What they should be.
But this, this was the opposite. It showed that without him, they were better. Without him, they stood a better chance because there was something off about him. Something that didn’t quite fit in, not anywhere. Not with the group of misfits and not, as hard as he tried, with the Warblers. He donned the uniform and he swayed in the background. And yet…they lost and he couldn’t help but think it was because of him.
“You did win, and so did I. We got each other out of all this. That beats a lousy trophy, don’t you think?”
Kurt thinks back to their kiss, the realization that this, this is what a first kiss should feel like. This is what all his fantasies have been failing to live up to. He thinks of the way Blaine barely let go of his hand on drive home, the look in his eyes as though they had been opened for the first time.
He feels Blaine’s hand in his now, feels the warmth spread up his arm straight to his heart. So yeah, maybe losing wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe it proved that there was more to life than performing on the stage because there was this strange wonderful thing called being loved by another person.
Maybe finally he found where he belong.