Fic: the story of the three of us
Title: the story of the three of us
Rating: PG
Summary: Post-Goodbye fic and how Kurt and Blaine fill that afternoon and evening. Based on the song Broken Bones by Aqualung.
Kurt and Blaine spend their afternoon stuffing envelopes, filling out applications, and frantically trying to pull a whole new future out of thin air for Kurt.
It is difficult for Blaine to imagine what Kurt is going through. A little part of him can’t help but feel guilty for all the times he had secretly wished that Kurt would stay. He never said the words out loud but always somewhere in the back of his mind he would silently pray for one more year of Kurt in his life. He wanted time, but not if it meant Kurt had to feel like this in order to get it.
So instead, he lets this guilt fuel into their work, and scours the internet for applications and opportunities.
The sun sets, turning a scorching hot afternoon into a cooler evening. Eventually, Carole pushes them out the back door and threatens to lock the door. “That’s enough for today, boys. Sit outside. Have some iced tea. Relax.”
As commanded, the boys grab their glasses and sit on the back step. They sip their iced tea and sit in a comfortable silence.
“Music?” Kurt asks, as he pulls out his phone from his pocket. Blaine’s grateful for the distraction. Something to quiet all of the things powering through his head like a subway train.
“Music.” Blaine answers and Kurt swipes through his playlists to find a song. His lips curl up in a soft grin, making it obvious he’s found the perfect song. Blaine feels Kurt lean against his shoulder. In any other circumstance, Blaine would know exactly what to say to make Kurt feel better. But now, he feels so lost and doesn’t know what to do or say. So instead he sits there, saying nothing.
The music helps. A gentle, soft melody some lightens the air. In one graceful motion Kurt takes Blaine’s empty glass, sets them on a stoop by the door, grabs Blaine’s hand and pulls him up. “Let’s go lay in the hammock.”
Kurt untangles the hammock and throws his leg into the mess of rope and tries to settle in. “Don’t flip us over, Anderson.” Kurt warns with little bite to his voice.
Blaine climbs carefully into the hammock. He and Kurt fumble a bit, rearranging limbs and finding a comfortable position. He ends pressed against Kurt’s side, their hands laced together resting over Kurt’s chest. The hammock swings as they settle in.
For just a moment, Blaine closes his eyes and they just lay together. He listens to the symphonic hum of all the noises in the Hummels’ neighborhood. The crickets chirping, the neighbor’s kid’s laughter all begin to blend together and soothe Blaine. His heartbeat slows down, his body loosens and his eyes begin to feel heavier. He almost falls asleep but Kurt starts talking and it jars him back to the present.
“Thank you.” Kurt whispers. “For today.”
“You’re welcome.”
Blaine doesn’t know if Kurt wants to talk about New York, about NYADA, and about how catastrophically unfair the whole situation is. He doesn’t know if talking about it helps or if it just keeps tearing open the same barely-healed wounds. So he follows Kurt’s lead. Just for tonight, he wants it to be just them again.
So instead, he asks, “Tell me more about our future - not the part where we’re old and watching TV together. Something else.”
Kurt’s quiet for a while. Then, “We have a beach house. Somewhere we can take a long weekend or spend time in the summer there. We could escape our city apartment and just relax. Kind of like right now.”
Blaine hums and rubs his thumb across Kurt’s knuckles, “What else?”
“It could be a place where we host a big Fourth of July party. I can try out new salad recipes, and no matter how many times I tell you not to, you grill in one of those dorky Kiss the Cook aprons. Our family and friends can visit there.” Kurt pauses and takes in a few deep breaths before continuing. “And it’s a place where we can have our wedding reception.”
Blaine’s eyes open and he looks up at Kurt. “Why, Mr. Hummel, I never took you for the marrying type.” Kurt lets out a small laugh.
“Well, not for a while. First, I want to finish coll-” Kurt stops and tightens his grip around Blaine’s.
“Hey. Look at me.” Blaine waits until their gazes meet. “We will figure this out. You will get in. You will be in New York.”
Kurt keeps looking at Blaine and finally exhales a long breath. “Tell me more, Kurt, what else do we have planned?”
“It just keeps changing. Our house decorated to the highest standards, by yours truly of course. We’re living our dreams, we have a daughter and a cat. I don’t care where we are, Blaine. Or what we’re doing. We’ll do it together. Although, I have become quite attached our fabulous beach house.”
“Of course.” Blaine adds. “We could take our daughter down to the water and teach her how to swim.”
“Only after layers and layers of sunscreen.”
“Whatever you want, Kurt.” He presses a kiss into Kurt’s shirt. “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.”
Kurt lets out a laugh. “Oh my god, Blaine, you did not.”
Blaine flushes and second guesses himself. “Too much?”
“Just right.” Kurt moves his arm and tugs Blaine so he’s lying on top of him. Blaine adjusts and runs a series of kisses along Kurt’s neck and finally presses their lips together.
They would be okay. Blaine knows that Kurt is destined for something bigger. Maybe not NYADA right now. But something. It will happen. They will get the New York City apartment, the quaint beach house. The two of them will eventually become the three of them. They just need some time to get there.
Rating: PG
Summary: Post-Goodbye fic and how Kurt and Blaine fill that afternoon and evening. Based on the song Broken Bones by Aqualung.
Kurt and Blaine spend their afternoon stuffing envelopes, filling out applications, and frantically trying to pull a whole new future out of thin air for Kurt.
It is difficult for Blaine to imagine what Kurt is going through. A little part of him can’t help but feel guilty for all the times he had secretly wished that Kurt would stay. He never said the words out loud but always somewhere in the back of his mind he would silently pray for one more year of Kurt in his life. He wanted time, but not if it meant Kurt had to feel like this in order to get it.
So instead, he lets this guilt fuel into their work, and scours the internet for applications and opportunities.
The sun sets, turning a scorching hot afternoon into a cooler evening. Eventually, Carole pushes them out the back door and threatens to lock the door. “That’s enough for today, boys. Sit outside. Have some iced tea. Relax.”
As commanded, the boys grab their glasses and sit on the back step. They sip their iced tea and sit in a comfortable silence.
“Music?” Kurt asks, as he pulls out his phone from his pocket. Blaine’s grateful for the distraction. Something to quiet all of the things powering through his head like a subway train.
“Music.” Blaine answers and Kurt swipes through his playlists to find a song. His lips curl up in a soft grin, making it obvious he’s found the perfect song. Blaine feels Kurt lean against his shoulder. In any other circumstance, Blaine would know exactly what to say to make Kurt feel better. But now, he feels so lost and doesn’t know what to do or say. So instead he sits there, saying nothing.
The music helps. A gentle, soft melody some lightens the air. In one graceful motion Kurt takes Blaine’s empty glass, sets them on a stoop by the door, grabs Blaine’s hand and pulls him up. “Let’s go lay in the hammock.”
Kurt untangles the hammock and throws his leg into the mess of rope and tries to settle in. “Don’t flip us over, Anderson.” Kurt warns with little bite to his voice.
Blaine climbs carefully into the hammock. He and Kurt fumble a bit, rearranging limbs and finding a comfortable position. He ends pressed against Kurt’s side, their hands laced together resting over Kurt’s chest. The hammock swings as they settle in.
For just a moment, Blaine closes his eyes and they just lay together. He listens to the symphonic hum of all the noises in the Hummels’ neighborhood. The crickets chirping, the neighbor’s kid’s laughter all begin to blend together and soothe Blaine. His heartbeat slows down, his body loosens and his eyes begin to feel heavier. He almost falls asleep but Kurt starts talking and it jars him back to the present.
“Thank you.” Kurt whispers. “For today.”
“You’re welcome.”
Blaine doesn’t know if Kurt wants to talk about New York, about NYADA, and about how catastrophically unfair the whole situation is. He doesn’t know if talking about it helps or if it just keeps tearing open the same barely-healed wounds. So he follows Kurt’s lead. Just for tonight, he wants it to be just them again.
So instead, he asks, “Tell me more about our future - not the part where we’re old and watching TV together. Something else.”
Kurt’s quiet for a while. Then, “We have a beach house. Somewhere we can take a long weekend or spend time in the summer there. We could escape our city apartment and just relax. Kind of like right now.”
Blaine hums and rubs his thumb across Kurt’s knuckles, “What else?”
“It could be a place where we host a big Fourth of July party. I can try out new salad recipes, and no matter how many times I tell you not to, you grill in one of those dorky Kiss the Cook aprons. Our family and friends can visit there.” Kurt pauses and takes in a few deep breaths before continuing. “And it’s a place where we can have our wedding reception.”
Blaine’s eyes open and he looks up at Kurt. “Why, Mr. Hummel, I never took you for the marrying type.” Kurt lets out a small laugh.
“Well, not for a while. First, I want to finish coll-” Kurt stops and tightens his grip around Blaine’s.
“Hey. Look at me.” Blaine waits until their gazes meet. “We will figure this out. You will get in. You will be in New York.”
Kurt keeps looking at Blaine and finally exhales a long breath. “Tell me more, Kurt, what else do we have planned?”
“It just keeps changing. Our house decorated to the highest standards, by yours truly of course. We’re living our dreams, we have a daughter and a cat. I don’t care where we are, Blaine. Or what we’re doing. We’ll do it together. Although, I have become quite attached our fabulous beach house.”
“Of course.” Blaine adds. “We could take our daughter down to the water and teach her how to swim.”
“Only after layers and layers of sunscreen.”
“Whatever you want, Kurt.” He presses a kiss into Kurt’s shirt. “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.”
Kurt lets out a laugh. “Oh my god, Blaine, you did not.”
Blaine flushes and second guesses himself. “Too much?”
“Just right.” Kurt moves his arm and tugs Blaine so he’s lying on top of him. Blaine adjusts and runs a series of kisses along Kurt’s neck and finally presses their lips together.
They would be okay. Blaine knows that Kurt is destined for something bigger. Maybe not NYADA right now. But something. It will happen. They will get the New York City apartment, the quaint beach house. The two of them will eventually become the three of them. They just need some time to get there.