Ficlet: Own The Night
Title Own The Night
Rating PG-13
Word Count 1,500
Summary Kurt & Blaine might spend Fourth of July 2011 and 2012 in the same exact place, but that doesn't mean they're in the same exact place.
Notes For aelora, partially because she won my box scene auction and partially because she has a birthday next week and I won’t be around, so I’m posting it now. I’d apologize for using Katy Perry lyrics as titles, but I already did that last January. This fandom, man. I don’t know if people outside the US know what sparklers and snap-its are, so, consider yourself wikied. I owe you more words, T and you’ll get them eventually! ♥
The Fourth of July 2011 was spent in Artie’s back yard, because by Puck’s admission, he had the best pool in town, as well as a hot tub and a pretty neat contraption that safely lifted him in and out of the water. It helped that Mrs. Abrams was a great cook (one of these days Kurt was going to pry the recipe for her southwest pasta salad out of her hands - there was a spice or herb in the dressing he couldn’t place) and one of their neighbors drove to Missouri every June for a family reunion and came back with a car full of illegal fireworks, setting them off for the whole neighborhood.
Kurt and Blaine had been together a few months at that point, fresh off I love yous, and it was the first time they’d gone swimming together, sneaking glances at each other from behind sunglasses and pretending not to stare. Upon closer reflection, Kurt thought they probably should have chosen to do so not surrounded by their nearest and dearest friends, but Blaine had been in almost constant rehearsals and performances at the theme park - he’d only been able to come to Artie’s because they’d overscheduled for the holiday, and Blaine jumped at the chance to spend the day with his boyfriend after all.
They ended the evening sitting on the bench on Artie’s front porch, the rest of New Directions at the edge of the front yard to get the best view of the fireworks. Rachel was all but hidden in front of Finn’s body as they stood, Quinn, Brittany, and Santana were linking arms as they sprawled out on their stomachs in the grass, Sam and Puck were chasing each other in the street with snap-its. Kurt was perfectly fine to be curled up against his boyfriend in the wooden bench a few feet back, by all means. Blaine’s hand was curled into his side, and the way Blaine’s arm was wedged between his spine and the back of the bench was awkward to say the least, but Kurt didn’t have it in him to move. “Did you have a nice day?” Blaine asked quietly, happily, turning his cheek just slightly so when Kurt looked up from where his head was resting on his shoulder, their eyes met.
“I did,” he replied, grinning, and he knew they were outside, but they were under the porch and their friends were providing a buffer between them and the rest of the world, right? A very strange, misguided line of defense of sorts. He tilted his head slightly so his lips could reach Blaine’s, a happy, surprised, “Oh!” slipping from his mouth as he caught on, kissing Kurt back with fervor, and off in the distance, Kurt heard the first set of fireworks explode in the sky. It was like a cliché movie, kissing his boyfriend while actual fireworks were going off, and things like that just didn’t happen to Kurt Hummel.
Until - “Wanky, Wonder Twins!” Santana’s voice rang out, far too close as she stomped up the steps of the porch to head inside. Just like that, Kurt’s movie moment was gone.
“Maybe we should, um, go watch with the others?” Blaine suggested, trying to hold back his laughter, and Kurt couldn’t help but smile at Blaine’s ability to brighten his mood on a dime, all traces of annoyance from Santana’s intrusion gone.
They made their way to the edge of the group, Blaine reaching out to fold Kurt’s hand into his, and at the next explosion of light, Blaine made such a face, Kurt almost missed the actual fireworks, bright bursts of red and blue and white exploding in the sky. His eyebrows shot up, he raised his free hand to point, and his eyes grew wide. His boyfriend was adorable and far more entertaining than any fireworks.
Fourth of July 2012 was spent in the same fashion, though a little more subdued. There was still pasta salad and pool time and the promise of fireworks, but Finn had just gone off to boot camp a week before, and half of them would be scattering into various directions in the coming weeks too, so there was something a little heavier behind their celebration. Kurt still didn’t know what his plans for the fall would be, and he didn’t know if that helped or hurt matters.
After the sun set, Sugar had attempted to lighten the mood, dragging them all to the front yard, even though the fireworks wouldn’t start for another hour or so. She handed them all sparklers and the fireflies were out in full force. The effect was kind of beautiful, Kurt had to admit, the sharp bursts of light from the sparklers standing out amidst the soft twinkling glow of the fireflies, but his heart just wasn’t it. He passed his sparker to Blaine and went to sit on the porch bench while he watched his friends chase each other around the yard with their sparklers. Mike had obtained an extra sparkler from somewhere too, and he and Blaine were mock-sword fighting with them, harsh lines of light crossing each other as they struck. Sugar and Brittany were drawing pictures in the air, hearts and flowers and swirly initials, and Artie was trying to figure out if he could spoke them to the wheels of his wheelchair.
When Blaine realized Kurt had gone off on his own, he walked up the porch steps, giving him a look that said, what are you doing, silly? “Sorry,” he said, wincing a little at his boyfriend’s pathetic expression. “I just - I didn’t want to ruin anyone’s fun.”
“You’re not,” Blaine insisted as he sat down beside him. “What’s up?”
“I just - I have no idea where I’ll be at this time next year. That’s a little scary,” Kurt replied with a laugh, trying to blow it off, because he didn’t want to spoil their night.
“Well,” Blaine started, cozying up beside him until their thighs touched and their shoulders brushed against each other. “I don’t know where you’ll be, but I promise I’ll be right beside you.” After The Letter (yes, caps necessary), it was if Blaine’s attitude had flipped - as if he knew Kurt needed him to be certain in all of this uncertainty, whereas before, Kurt had been the strong one. That was why they would make it together, out of all of their friends running around on the lawn - when they were in tune with each other, they were perfection. “Maybe we’ll be in New York, watching fireworks from the Brooklyn Bridge or Battery Park,” he said with a smile before admitting, “I have no idea if you can even see fireworks from those places or if they’d be good spots, but they sounded good,” and Kurt had to laugh, chuckling at how endearing and honest his boyfriend was.
“Or,” Blaine continued, taking Kurt’s hand in his and tracing his thumb over the lines of his palm, “Maybe we’ll be right back here at Artie’s. You’ll be back from whatever wonderful adventure you chose to embark on, visiting and telling all of us fresh-faced grads about your weary travels. Or maybe we’ll be somewhere completely different, or maybe you’ll end up with some awful summer internship where you can’t get away and we’ll just be able to spend ten minutes talking on the phone, but nothing will change. I’ll still be right there with you.”
“I needed to hear that today,” Kurt confessed, twisting from where he was sitting in the bench so he could press his cheek up against Blaine’s. “I love you,” he added, because they both sometimes needed to hear that too.
“I love you too,” Blaine replied, his lips finding Kurt’s, the kiss nothing at all like the ones they shared a year before on the very same bench. So much had gone on in the past year, but it all made them stronger and prepared them for the journey ahead. “We don’t have to stick around for the fireworks, you know. My parents are out. We could have our own private showing back at my place.”
“Blaine Anderson, did you just compare your dick to a firework?” Kurt scoffed, mock-appalled, but he started laughing, so his cover was blown.
The corners of Blaine’s lips curled up. He thought he was so clever. “I might have. I could expand on that topic if you’re interested. Or, I could compare your -“
“Oh my god, please no, just stop.” Kurt couldn’t stop giggling and shoved a hand over Blaine’s mouth to quiet him, feeling Blaine start to laugh himself against his palm. Blaine placed a single kiss against the tender skin before he removed it. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before they make us stay for the show.”
(Because though he’d never admit it out loud - a year later, he still thought his boyfriend was far more interesting than any fireworks could ever be.)
Rating PG-13
Word Count 1,500
Summary Kurt & Blaine might spend Fourth of July 2011 and 2012 in the same exact place, but that doesn't mean they're in the same exact place.
Notes For aelora, partially because she won my box scene auction and partially because she has a birthday next week and I won’t be around, so I’m posting it now. I’d apologize for using Katy Perry lyrics as titles, but I already did that last January. This fandom, man. I don’t know if people outside the US know what sparklers and snap-its are, so, consider yourself wikied. I owe you more words, T and you’ll get them eventually! ♥
The Fourth of July 2011 was spent in Artie’s back yard, because by Puck’s admission, he had the best pool in town, as well as a hot tub and a pretty neat contraption that safely lifted him in and out of the water. It helped that Mrs. Abrams was a great cook (one of these days Kurt was going to pry the recipe for her southwest pasta salad out of her hands - there was a spice or herb in the dressing he couldn’t place) and one of their neighbors drove to Missouri every June for a family reunion and came back with a car full of illegal fireworks, setting them off for the whole neighborhood.
Kurt and Blaine had been together a few months at that point, fresh off I love yous, and it was the first time they’d gone swimming together, sneaking glances at each other from behind sunglasses and pretending not to stare. Upon closer reflection, Kurt thought they probably should have chosen to do so not surrounded by their nearest and dearest friends, but Blaine had been in almost constant rehearsals and performances at the theme park - he’d only been able to come to Artie’s because they’d overscheduled for the holiday, and Blaine jumped at the chance to spend the day with his boyfriend after all.
They ended the evening sitting on the bench on Artie’s front porch, the rest of New Directions at the edge of the front yard to get the best view of the fireworks. Rachel was all but hidden in front of Finn’s body as they stood, Quinn, Brittany, and Santana were linking arms as they sprawled out on their stomachs in the grass, Sam and Puck were chasing each other in the street with snap-its. Kurt was perfectly fine to be curled up against his boyfriend in the wooden bench a few feet back, by all means. Blaine’s hand was curled into his side, and the way Blaine’s arm was wedged between his spine and the back of the bench was awkward to say the least, but Kurt didn’t have it in him to move. “Did you have a nice day?” Blaine asked quietly, happily, turning his cheek just slightly so when Kurt looked up from where his head was resting on his shoulder, their eyes met.
“I did,” he replied, grinning, and he knew they were outside, but they were under the porch and their friends were providing a buffer between them and the rest of the world, right? A very strange, misguided line of defense of sorts. He tilted his head slightly so his lips could reach Blaine’s, a happy, surprised, “Oh!” slipping from his mouth as he caught on, kissing Kurt back with fervor, and off in the distance, Kurt heard the first set of fireworks explode in the sky. It was like a cliché movie, kissing his boyfriend while actual fireworks were going off, and things like that just didn’t happen to Kurt Hummel.
Until - “Wanky, Wonder Twins!” Santana’s voice rang out, far too close as she stomped up the steps of the porch to head inside. Just like that, Kurt’s movie moment was gone.
“Maybe we should, um, go watch with the others?” Blaine suggested, trying to hold back his laughter, and Kurt couldn’t help but smile at Blaine’s ability to brighten his mood on a dime, all traces of annoyance from Santana’s intrusion gone.
They made their way to the edge of the group, Blaine reaching out to fold Kurt’s hand into his, and at the next explosion of light, Blaine made such a face, Kurt almost missed the actual fireworks, bright bursts of red and blue and white exploding in the sky. His eyebrows shot up, he raised his free hand to point, and his eyes grew wide. His boyfriend was adorable and far more entertaining than any fireworks.
Fourth of July 2012 was spent in the same fashion, though a little more subdued. There was still pasta salad and pool time and the promise of fireworks, but Finn had just gone off to boot camp a week before, and half of them would be scattering into various directions in the coming weeks too, so there was something a little heavier behind their celebration. Kurt still didn’t know what his plans for the fall would be, and he didn’t know if that helped or hurt matters.
After the sun set, Sugar had attempted to lighten the mood, dragging them all to the front yard, even though the fireworks wouldn’t start for another hour or so. She handed them all sparklers and the fireflies were out in full force. The effect was kind of beautiful, Kurt had to admit, the sharp bursts of light from the sparklers standing out amidst the soft twinkling glow of the fireflies, but his heart just wasn’t it. He passed his sparker to Blaine and went to sit on the porch bench while he watched his friends chase each other around the yard with their sparklers. Mike had obtained an extra sparkler from somewhere too, and he and Blaine were mock-sword fighting with them, harsh lines of light crossing each other as they struck. Sugar and Brittany were drawing pictures in the air, hearts and flowers and swirly initials, and Artie was trying to figure out if he could spoke them to the wheels of his wheelchair.
When Blaine realized Kurt had gone off on his own, he walked up the porch steps, giving him a look that said, what are you doing, silly? “Sorry,” he said, wincing a little at his boyfriend’s pathetic expression. “I just - I didn’t want to ruin anyone’s fun.”
“You’re not,” Blaine insisted as he sat down beside him. “What’s up?”
“I just - I have no idea where I’ll be at this time next year. That’s a little scary,” Kurt replied with a laugh, trying to blow it off, because he didn’t want to spoil their night.
“Well,” Blaine started, cozying up beside him until their thighs touched and their shoulders brushed against each other. “I don’t know where you’ll be, but I promise I’ll be right beside you.” After The Letter (yes, caps necessary), it was if Blaine’s attitude had flipped - as if he knew Kurt needed him to be certain in all of this uncertainty, whereas before, Kurt had been the strong one. That was why they would make it together, out of all of their friends running around on the lawn - when they were in tune with each other, they were perfection. “Maybe we’ll be in New York, watching fireworks from the Brooklyn Bridge or Battery Park,” he said with a smile before admitting, “I have no idea if you can even see fireworks from those places or if they’d be good spots, but they sounded good,” and Kurt had to laugh, chuckling at how endearing and honest his boyfriend was.
“Or,” Blaine continued, taking Kurt’s hand in his and tracing his thumb over the lines of his palm, “Maybe we’ll be right back here at Artie’s. You’ll be back from whatever wonderful adventure you chose to embark on, visiting and telling all of us fresh-faced grads about your weary travels. Or maybe we’ll be somewhere completely different, or maybe you’ll end up with some awful summer internship where you can’t get away and we’ll just be able to spend ten minutes talking on the phone, but nothing will change. I’ll still be right there with you.”
“I needed to hear that today,” Kurt confessed, twisting from where he was sitting in the bench so he could press his cheek up against Blaine’s. “I love you,” he added, because they both sometimes needed to hear that too.
“I love you too,” Blaine replied, his lips finding Kurt’s, the kiss nothing at all like the ones they shared a year before on the very same bench. So much had gone on in the past year, but it all made them stronger and prepared them for the journey ahead. “We don’t have to stick around for the fireworks, you know. My parents are out. We could have our own private showing back at my place.”
“Blaine Anderson, did you just compare your dick to a firework?” Kurt scoffed, mock-appalled, but he started laughing, so his cover was blown.
The corners of Blaine’s lips curled up. He thought he was so clever. “I might have. I could expand on that topic if you’re interested. Or, I could compare your -“
“Oh my god, please no, just stop.” Kurt couldn’t stop giggling and shoved a hand over Blaine’s mouth to quiet him, feeling Blaine start to laugh himself against his palm. Blaine placed a single kiss against the tender skin before he removed it. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before they make us stay for the show.”
(Because though he’d never admit it out loud - a year later, he still thought his boyfriend was far more interesting than any fireworks could ever be.)