Muinín (Faith)
Title: Muinín (Faith)
Rating: PG-13
Status: Pt 1/5(ish)
Author Notes: A follow up to Xра́брость :] This story will have minimal to no angst, and is going to be slightly cracky, since well, that's just how Boston is :] As a Massachusetts native, I can assure you that anything Boston related, MA related, or even faith related is as truthful as I can get it to be. :]
"Red and white balloons. Ok, I can do that. Carole, you work on the invites, and Finn, you get a good image of the McKinley Titans logo. We're gonna have it put on the cake. Mr. and Mrs Anderson gave us a shit ton of money to use, since once more, they will not be in the country for Blaine and Kurt's graduation, so we're doubling up the party. Can I trust you to get the cake?"
"Yeah Burt. No biggie. Damn I can't believe a year has gone by already."
"You're telling me, Finn. Thank God Kurt came back to McKinley, I don't think we could have afforded another year of tuition at Dalton. And also, thank goodness that Blaine came with, because Kurt was going through FAR too much gas in his Navigator going to Westerville. Ugh. I was doing oil changes every month."
Finn smirked, and opened up his MacBook, finding the McKinley High website, maneuvering over to the Athletics page, and finding a good picture of the Titans logo. His brother and his boyfriend, which Finn was still not used to saying, were moving out of Ohio, and this graduation party was also a farewell party. They were moving to Boston, and Finn was rather jealous, because he had only gotten into Cleveland State , hoping (though not too hopeful) that he would get into Boston College on football scholarship. Sam did, and Finn was happy for him, but being stuck in Ohio was not the life he had planned, not when everyone was leaving. Finn had opted out of a graduation party, instead having a small get together with his family and his friends. Rachel was going to school in New York, Santana and Puck had run off and gotten hitched (which surprised no one), and the rest of the New Directions were taking a year off, wondering what to do with their lives.
Finn emailed the logo to himself, and went upstairs to his mom's computer, opening up the email there and printing out the logo. This would be the best party ever, and Finn would make sure of it.
---
"Blaine. How is it that you're graduating the same year as me?" Kurt smiled, flipping through the booklet the Massachusetts College of Art had sent him, when he was accepted into the Fashion program there. He smiled as he saw Blaine was smiling, holding up a Berklee College of Music sweatshirt. They had both gotten into schools in Boston, because as much as Kurt loved New York City, there was something much more welcoming about Boston. And well, Massachusetts was just quaint…and rather gay.
"Well…when I transferred from Dalton to McKinley, a lot of my credits didn't transfer, because Dalton is basically a preparatory school, so a lot of the courses were post-high school but pre-college, and didn't really fit with anything I would need at McKinley. So, I got thrown in your class." Blaine muffled, trying to squish his curls through the neck of the sweatshirt. Once he had finally gotten comfortable into the hoodie, grey with black writing that stated, simply, BERKLEE COLLEGE OF MUSIC, he smiled, fixing his glasses and ruffling his hair.
"Its just weird, because you're a year older than me."
"I'm 7 months older than you, get over it."
"It's enough to be in a different graduating class."
Kurt smiled, seeing Blaine grin at himself in the mirror. "It must be nice getting into your first choice." Blaine turned around, his face falling slightly.
"I'm sorry you never got into New England Institute of Art"
"Meh, the Art Institutes are all over the country, I'm sort of glad I didn't get in. Out of the 150 colleges or so in Boston, why would I go to the one that I can go to in Pennsylvania, y'know? Besides, I hear a lot of the Berklee kids actually hang out at MassArt, so we'll still get to see each other."
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Do you know something about Berklee that I don't?"
Kurt grinned. "A friend of mine went there, and she told me that most of the Berklee kids who aren't spoiled by mommy and daddy hang out with the MassArt kids, because they aren't insufferable pricks."
"Kurt Hummel, did you just call me a spoiled, insufferable prick?"
"No dear. You're spoiled, but you're not insufferable, and you are far from a prick." A dark grin played over Kurt's face, and Blaine felt the heat rising up his neck.
"You dirty little minx." He pulled Kurt over for a kiss, smiling as he felt Kurt gasp.
"I'm just saying…though, John Mayer is a Berklee alumni, and well, he IS an insufferable prick." Kurt shrugged, absent-mindedly playing with one of Blaine's curls, which had grown out substantially since he had transferred out of Dalton, and didn't have to gel the ever-loving hell out of it.
"But the ladies love him."
"Blaine…shut up."
---
Kurt watched Blaine sleeping, still wearing his Berklee hoodie. He remembered the interview and audition process like it was yesterday. He, Carole, and Blaine had flown into Boston, staying at a cousin's house in Revere. Blaine had gotten dressed, taming his hair to the best of his ability, smiling when Kurt had handed him a tan vest. "Vests suit you. Wear your glasses, too, dear." A kiss on his cheek had answered Kurt more than a "thank you" would ever do.
When they drove into Boston, Kurt had fallen in love. The history, the culture, and the mixture of colonialism and modernity had won him over. He wanted to go here. He wanted to live here. When he saw a Gay American flag hanging from one of the condos, he smiled bittersweetly. Before they had left, Blaine had gone to tell Mr. and Mrs. Richards, Mika's exchange parents, about how he had been doing, and to see how they were doing, as it was Mika's 18th birthday. Kurt had waited outside, and couldn't help but notice that they had the flag Blaine had left on Mika's grave sitting in their flower garden.
When they arrived to Berklee, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, his palm clammy with nerves. This was the pros, this was where Quincy Jones had gone. This was the school that people joked around saying "If you have a degree from Berklee, you did something wrong." Most famous musicians went to Berklee, but never graduated, because they were signed before they could get their diploma. And his boy had paid $100 in application fees alone just to audition here. Kurt couldn't help but be proud. Blaine would absolutely get in, he felt it in his bones.
So when he was sitting next to a girl in the waiting room, as Blaine got called in, who was stringing a dark green acoustic, he had to ask where she was from. "West Bridgewater, Massachusetts" was her answer, as she struggled with her capo. Kurt nodded, as the girl explained that it was south of Boston, on the way towards Plymouth and "the Cape," which Kurt assumed meant Cape Cod. The young boy who was sitting on the other side was fiddling with the bow of his cello, and looked over to his mother, saying something quite low and quickly, but Kurt picked up that it was French, and that's when the gravity of the situation hit Kurt. Blaine was auditioning into a school that was world renown. If he got in…oh. He couldn't even think of what to do.
So when a few weeks had passed, and he was checking the mail, and saw a white envelope from Berklee, his heart sank. It wasn't a package. It was a letter. Shit, I don't want to give this to Blaine, I really don't. But he had to.
And when Blaine opened the letter, and read it, and started crying, Kurt was ready to pull him into a hug, when Blaine cleared his throat, and read aloud:
Congratulations Blaine!
On behalf of the president and the board of trustees, I am delighted to announce your acceptance to Berklee College of Music as a candidate for the bachelor of music degree, September 2011, fall semester.
Kurt screamed, Blaine screamed, Carole ran downstairs, Finn running up, both screaming, only instead of in excitement, they were asking "WHAT, WHAT HAPPENED?"
"I GOT INTO BERKLEE."
Carole stopped, and looked at Blaine. "No way. No fucking way, let me see that." Finn and Kurt were both taken aback at Carole's language, as she never swore, but Carole proceeded to read the first paragraph, she screamed as well. She gave the letter back to Blaine, after damn near breaking his rib cage from hugging him. Blaine proceeded to read the rest of the letter:
A new door has opened, and a new chapter begins in the pursuit of your life's passion. Your acceptance to Berklee College of Music is a privilege reserved for those we determine have what it takes: to be, rather than to seem to be.
Your experience at Berklee will be rich and filled with possibility. In preparation, I would like to share some traits that will be fundamental to your success in this challenging environment:
A pioneering spirit and boundless thirst for knowledge; willingness to explore new musical horizons; openness to the creativity around you; passion and focus; respect for your peers; and a professional attitude toward your work.
These are the qualities at the core of Berklee's success, the essence of who we are. They resonate with our community and are mirrored in our creative diversity.
Only you can determine whether you are ready. Ready to contribute to the legacy and the legend. Ready to thrive. Ready to question. Ready to lead. Ready to fulfill the potential that is so evident to us.
We have opened the door. Now it's up to you.
Yours in music,
Damien S. Bracken
Kurt couldn't help himself, wiping away tears, seeing Blaine so…happy. "You did it."
"Thanks to your advice."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"I auditioned with the song I wrote."
"Wait…Jealousy got you into Berklee?"
Blaine nodded, laughing. "I guess they liked it."
Kurt laughed, holding Blaine as close as he physically could. "Baby, they loved it, and they loved you. I'm so proud of you."
---
Kurt smiled, a whimper escaping Blaine's throat as he turned in his sleep. Kurt gently rolled back one of the sleeves of his hoodie, smiling as he saw most of the scars had disappeared, thanks to the Neroli Oil he had given him back at Dalton. Blaine was almost healed, and leaving Ohio to start a new life in Boston seemed to be helping. The past year being with Blaine had its ups and downs, but he was thrilled beyond belief to be going into Boston with him to start his new life there as well, a life that would involve Blaine, and happiness, and acceptance. He had faith that this would work out awesome. Wicked awesome, Kurt joked to himself. He snuggled against Blaine, falling asleep to the sound of Blaine's steady, deep breaths.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Pt 1/5(ish)
Author Notes: A follow up to Xра́брость :] This story will have minimal to no angst, and is going to be slightly cracky, since well, that's just how Boston is :] As a Massachusetts native, I can assure you that anything Boston related, MA related, or even faith related is as truthful as I can get it to be. :]
"Red and white balloons. Ok, I can do that. Carole, you work on the invites, and Finn, you get a good image of the McKinley Titans logo. We're gonna have it put on the cake. Mr. and Mrs Anderson gave us a shit ton of money to use, since once more, they will not be in the country for Blaine and Kurt's graduation, so we're doubling up the party. Can I trust you to get the cake?"
"Yeah Burt. No biggie. Damn I can't believe a year has gone by already."
"You're telling me, Finn. Thank God Kurt came back to McKinley, I don't think we could have afforded another year of tuition at Dalton. And also, thank goodness that Blaine came with, because Kurt was going through FAR too much gas in his Navigator going to Westerville. Ugh. I was doing oil changes every month."
Finn smirked, and opened up his MacBook, finding the McKinley High website, maneuvering over to the Athletics page, and finding a good picture of the Titans logo. His brother and his boyfriend, which Finn was still not used to saying, were moving out of Ohio, and this graduation party was also a farewell party. They were moving to Boston, and Finn was rather jealous, because he had only gotten into Cleveland State , hoping (though not too hopeful) that he would get into Boston College on football scholarship. Sam did, and Finn was happy for him, but being stuck in Ohio was not the life he had planned, not when everyone was leaving. Finn had opted out of a graduation party, instead having a small get together with his family and his friends. Rachel was going to school in New York, Santana and Puck had run off and gotten hitched (which surprised no one), and the rest of the New Directions were taking a year off, wondering what to do with their lives.
Finn emailed the logo to himself, and went upstairs to his mom's computer, opening up the email there and printing out the logo. This would be the best party ever, and Finn would make sure of it.
---
"Blaine. How is it that you're graduating the same year as me?" Kurt smiled, flipping through the booklet the Massachusetts College of Art had sent him, when he was accepted into the Fashion program there. He smiled as he saw Blaine was smiling, holding up a Berklee College of Music sweatshirt. They had both gotten into schools in Boston, because as much as Kurt loved New York City, there was something much more welcoming about Boston. And well, Massachusetts was just quaint…and rather gay.
"Well…when I transferred from Dalton to McKinley, a lot of my credits didn't transfer, because Dalton is basically a preparatory school, so a lot of the courses were post-high school but pre-college, and didn't really fit with anything I would need at McKinley. So, I got thrown in your class." Blaine muffled, trying to squish his curls through the neck of the sweatshirt. Once he had finally gotten comfortable into the hoodie, grey with black writing that stated, simply, BERKLEE COLLEGE OF MUSIC, he smiled, fixing his glasses and ruffling his hair.
"Its just weird, because you're a year older than me."
"I'm 7 months older than you, get over it."
"It's enough to be in a different graduating class."
Kurt smiled, seeing Blaine grin at himself in the mirror. "It must be nice getting into your first choice." Blaine turned around, his face falling slightly.
"I'm sorry you never got into New England Institute of Art"
"Meh, the Art Institutes are all over the country, I'm sort of glad I didn't get in. Out of the 150 colleges or so in Boston, why would I go to the one that I can go to in Pennsylvania, y'know? Besides, I hear a lot of the Berklee kids actually hang out at MassArt, so we'll still get to see each other."
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Do you know something about Berklee that I don't?"
Kurt grinned. "A friend of mine went there, and she told me that most of the Berklee kids who aren't spoiled by mommy and daddy hang out with the MassArt kids, because they aren't insufferable pricks."
"Kurt Hummel, did you just call me a spoiled, insufferable prick?"
"No dear. You're spoiled, but you're not insufferable, and you are far from a prick." A dark grin played over Kurt's face, and Blaine felt the heat rising up his neck.
"You dirty little minx." He pulled Kurt over for a kiss, smiling as he felt Kurt gasp.
"I'm just saying…though, John Mayer is a Berklee alumni, and well, he IS an insufferable prick." Kurt shrugged, absent-mindedly playing with one of Blaine's curls, which had grown out substantially since he had transferred out of Dalton, and didn't have to gel the ever-loving hell out of it.
"But the ladies love him."
"Blaine…shut up."
---
Kurt watched Blaine sleeping, still wearing his Berklee hoodie. He remembered the interview and audition process like it was yesterday. He, Carole, and Blaine had flown into Boston, staying at a cousin's house in Revere. Blaine had gotten dressed, taming his hair to the best of his ability, smiling when Kurt had handed him a tan vest. "Vests suit you. Wear your glasses, too, dear." A kiss on his cheek had answered Kurt more than a "thank you" would ever do.
When they drove into Boston, Kurt had fallen in love. The history, the culture, and the mixture of colonialism and modernity had won him over. He wanted to go here. He wanted to live here. When he saw a Gay American flag hanging from one of the condos, he smiled bittersweetly. Before they had left, Blaine had gone to tell Mr. and Mrs. Richards, Mika's exchange parents, about how he had been doing, and to see how they were doing, as it was Mika's 18th birthday. Kurt had waited outside, and couldn't help but notice that they had the flag Blaine had left on Mika's grave sitting in their flower garden.
When they arrived to Berklee, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, his palm clammy with nerves. This was the pros, this was where Quincy Jones had gone. This was the school that people joked around saying "If you have a degree from Berklee, you did something wrong." Most famous musicians went to Berklee, but never graduated, because they were signed before they could get their diploma. And his boy had paid $100 in application fees alone just to audition here. Kurt couldn't help but be proud. Blaine would absolutely get in, he felt it in his bones.
So when he was sitting next to a girl in the waiting room, as Blaine got called in, who was stringing a dark green acoustic, he had to ask where she was from. "West Bridgewater, Massachusetts" was her answer, as she struggled with her capo. Kurt nodded, as the girl explained that it was south of Boston, on the way towards Plymouth and "the Cape," which Kurt assumed meant Cape Cod. The young boy who was sitting on the other side was fiddling with the bow of his cello, and looked over to his mother, saying something quite low and quickly, but Kurt picked up that it was French, and that's when the gravity of the situation hit Kurt. Blaine was auditioning into a school that was world renown. If he got in…oh. He couldn't even think of what to do.
So when a few weeks had passed, and he was checking the mail, and saw a white envelope from Berklee, his heart sank. It wasn't a package. It was a letter. Shit, I don't want to give this to Blaine, I really don't. But he had to.
And when Blaine opened the letter, and read it, and started crying, Kurt was ready to pull him into a hug, when Blaine cleared his throat, and read aloud:
Congratulations Blaine!
On behalf of the president and the board of trustees, I am delighted to announce your acceptance to Berklee College of Music as a candidate for the bachelor of music degree, September 2011, fall semester.
Kurt screamed, Blaine screamed, Carole ran downstairs, Finn running up, both screaming, only instead of in excitement, they were asking "WHAT, WHAT HAPPENED?"
"I GOT INTO BERKLEE."
Carole stopped, and looked at Blaine. "No way. No fucking way, let me see that." Finn and Kurt were both taken aback at Carole's language, as she never swore, but Carole proceeded to read the first paragraph, she screamed as well. She gave the letter back to Blaine, after damn near breaking his rib cage from hugging him. Blaine proceeded to read the rest of the letter:
A new door has opened, and a new chapter begins in the pursuit of your life's passion. Your acceptance to Berklee College of Music is a privilege reserved for those we determine have what it takes: to be, rather than to seem to be.
Your experience at Berklee will be rich and filled with possibility. In preparation, I would like to share some traits that will be fundamental to your success in this challenging environment:
A pioneering spirit and boundless thirst for knowledge; willingness to explore new musical horizons; openness to the creativity around you; passion and focus; respect for your peers; and a professional attitude toward your work.
These are the qualities at the core of Berklee's success, the essence of who we are. They resonate with our community and are mirrored in our creative diversity.
Only you can determine whether you are ready. Ready to contribute to the legacy and the legend. Ready to thrive. Ready to question. Ready to lead. Ready to fulfill the potential that is so evident to us.
We have opened the door. Now it's up to you.
Yours in music,
Damien S. Bracken
Kurt couldn't help himself, wiping away tears, seeing Blaine so…happy. "You did it."
"Thanks to your advice."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"I auditioned with the song I wrote."
"Wait…Jealousy got you into Berklee?"
Blaine nodded, laughing. "I guess they liked it."
Kurt laughed, holding Blaine as close as he physically could. "Baby, they loved it, and they loved you. I'm so proud of you."
---
Kurt smiled, a whimper escaping Blaine's throat as he turned in his sleep. Kurt gently rolled back one of the sleeves of his hoodie, smiling as he saw most of the scars had disappeared, thanks to the Neroli Oil he had given him back at Dalton. Blaine was almost healed, and leaving Ohio to start a new life in Boston seemed to be helping. The past year being with Blaine had its ups and downs, but he was thrilled beyond belief to be going into Boston with him to start his new life there as well, a life that would involve Blaine, and happiness, and acceptance. He had faith that this would work out awesome. Wicked awesome, Kurt joked to himself. He snuggled against Blaine, falling asleep to the sound of Blaine's steady, deep breaths.