Fic: 305 missing scene
Media: Fic
Title: Missing Scene from 305
Rating: PG
Pairings: Klaine
Spoilers (if any): 305
Warnings (if any): None really
Word Count: 377
Summary: Kurt follows Blaine after the Bar scene
Author’s Note (if any): un-beta'd.
Kurt calls out to Blaine one last time before making a split-second decision to jump into his car and follow him. It’s not that cold out. It’s not even that far; assuming he remembers the way, he should be home in an hour or so. But this isn’t the best part of town, and Kurt knows that Blaine’s judgement isn’t the best right now.
“Blaine,” he calls out the window.
“I’m walking home! I told you.”
“Blaine, come on. You don’t have to talk to me or anything. This isn’t safe.”
“Nope. Can’t hear you. Walking.” He trips.
“Doing a great job of it, too.”
He trails Blaine with his hazard lights on. Blaine gets to a corner and looks at the street signs. He chooses left and crosses the street in front of Kurt’s car. Kurt holds his breath and thanks a god he doesn’t believe in that he’s the only car on the street.
“Kurt, go home. I’m fine.”
“You’re going the wrong direction.”
“No I’m... Why didn’t you say anything?” He stops and looks around confusedly.
“You didn’t seem to want me to.”
“I just wanted a kiss, and maybe a bit more with my boyfriend. The one guy I love more than anyone in the world.”
“And I love you, but when we do it... I don’t want it to be a drunken fling in the back of a car. I don’t think you do either.”
“But I want it so much right now, Kurt.”
“Blaine, honey. I think you want everything too much right now. But I don’t know if it’s you or the alcohol. Can you get into the car? Let’s get you home. No more talking. Just get in the back and we’ll get you in bed. ‘Kay?”
“Mmm. Okay. A bed sounds good, too.”
Blaine climbs into the back of Kurt’s car. If he notices any tear tracks on Kurt’s face, he doesn’t say anything. Neither pays attention to the clock telling them how many minutes it takes to get to Blaine’s house. It seems like hours in the silence.
“Kurt, I do love you.”
“I know. I love you, too. Go get in bed. We’ll talk when you’re sober.”
“Promise?”
“Promise, goodnight, Blaine.”
“Night.”
Title: Missing Scene from 305
Rating: PG
Pairings: Klaine
Spoilers (if any): 305
Warnings (if any): None really
Word Count: 377
Summary: Kurt follows Blaine after the Bar scene
Author’s Note (if any): un-beta'd.
Kurt calls out to Blaine one last time before making a split-second decision to jump into his car and follow him. It’s not that cold out. It’s not even that far; assuming he remembers the way, he should be home in an hour or so. But this isn’t the best part of town, and Kurt knows that Blaine’s judgement isn’t the best right now.
“Blaine,” he calls out the window.
“I’m walking home! I told you.”
“Blaine, come on. You don’t have to talk to me or anything. This isn’t safe.”
“Nope. Can’t hear you. Walking.” He trips.
“Doing a great job of it, too.”
He trails Blaine with his hazard lights on. Blaine gets to a corner and looks at the street signs. He chooses left and crosses the street in front of Kurt’s car. Kurt holds his breath and thanks a god he doesn’t believe in that he’s the only car on the street.
“Kurt, go home. I’m fine.”
“You’re going the wrong direction.”
“No I’m... Why didn’t you say anything?” He stops and looks around confusedly.
“You didn’t seem to want me to.”
“I just wanted a kiss, and maybe a bit more with my boyfriend. The one guy I love more than anyone in the world.”
“And I love you, but when we do it... I don’t want it to be a drunken fling in the back of a car. I don’t think you do either.”
“But I want it so much right now, Kurt.”
“Blaine, honey. I think you want everything too much right now. But I don’t know if it’s you or the alcohol. Can you get into the car? Let’s get you home. No more talking. Just get in the back and we’ll get you in bed. ‘Kay?”
“Mmm. Okay. A bed sounds good, too.”
Blaine climbs into the back of Kurt’s car. If he notices any tear tracks on Kurt’s face, he doesn’t say anything. Neither pays attention to the clock telling them how many minutes it takes to get to Blaine’s house. It seems like hours in the silence.
“Kurt, I do love you.”
“I know. I love you, too. Go get in bed. We’ll talk when you’re sober.”
“Promise?”
“Promise, goodnight, Blaine.”
“Night.”