I was thinking of a son - Glee/Avengers, Kurt/Blaine, PG
Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Thor movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton; song from The National
Warnings: AU for senior year; I pick and choose what I like from season 3 canon, disregarding the rest
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 1365
Point of view: third
Note: in this ‘verse
Prompt: Graduation is here and everyone is upset and they won't see their friends again. glee club is breaking up, etc etc.
Kurt knows he should be upset but he's really, really not. Sure, he'll miss the friends he made in glee. After all, they spent A LOT of time together, but he knows there will always be new friends. Mostly, he's just revealed he's finally getting out of high school and out of Lima.
I'd prefer this to be gen, but you can really do as you please with Klaine, lol.
Sometimes Kurt wishes he’d inherited his mother’s shapechanging abilities, just so he could shift into a cat and claw something to pieces. Whenever those moods hit him, he grabs the closest knife instead.
He always knew. Sure, for awhile he denied it, ignored it, pretended to be something else. But he always knew.
.
Graduation is right around the corner. The seniors are either panicking or excited, or something in-between. Kurt and Blaine have both gotten into NYU; Rachel managed to earn a spot at NYADA, apparently an amazing school neither of them had ever heard of before senior year, which - whatever. Blaine’s dad has a piece of real estate lined up for them, and Finn, too, whenever he makes up his mind what he wants to do.
Kurt will miss his dad, but it’s not like he can’t take a step and be home. And, more than likely, the only people he will ever talk to from McKinley are Finn and Rachel. And, to be perfectly honest, he’s fine with that. He’s relieved. He’s managed to keep from killing everyone for four years, including his ‘friends’ every time they decided to be judgmental or turn away when he needed someone. And once he’s in New York, he’ll come back for Dad.
He’s not sad to be leaving high school or moving on with his life. He’s been looking forward to graduation ever since he realized that it meant he could leave and go somewhere else, somewhere he’d be important and happy.
He even asked Mama to take him, once, not long before he joined New Directions. “I would, my love,” Mama had said, form flickering between the woman in his memories and the man who had just started making the news. “I would, but your father would be destroyed and I cannot guarantee your safety. Not yet.”
“Not yet?” Kurt parroted, latching onto that timorous possibility. There had been nothing in Lima at the point except for Dad.
“When the time is right,” Mama promised, smile as sharp as a knife. “When you are grown and ready. We’ll know.”
“Okay,” Kurt said, nodding resolutely. “I can stay in this cesspool ‘til then.”
Mama’s smile became a grin. “Now, pay close attention to this spell, Kurt. Transforming matter is no simple thing.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “It is for you.”
Mama laughed, nodding in that arrogant way Kurt could still barely manage despite practicing for months. “Magic is in your blood, my boy, and the same ice that’s in mine.” Straightening up, Mama said, “Watch carefully.”
Kurt did.
He also successfully completes high school without murdering anyone, despite a deeply-in-the-closet homophobic bully with a crush threatening his life.
Kurt really should get credit for that, but only his boyfriend and family (sort of)know what he can do, so. He doesn’t get any accolades, except from Coach Sylvester, who commends his self-control.
But. High school ends. New York awaits.
Before graduation, though, Schue gives the seniors one last assignment: to sing a goodbye song. And while everyone else is panicking about having to go out into the big bad real world, Kurt sketches his siblings and drags Blaine into the corners for quick make-out sessions.
Kurt isn’t nervous at all. He knows what waits for him in New York, and while he knows the answer is still not yet, the day it will be finally grows ever closer.
.
“What song are you singing?” Blaine asks, smiling up at Kurt. Kurt flicks flour at him and Blaine ducks, laughing. “C’mon, you can tell me,” he wheedles, pouncing and wrapping himself around Kurt.
“Stop distracting me,” Kurt orders, rubbing flour into his hair. “Go shower. I’ll put these in the oven and meet you upstairs.”
“You’re the one who made me messy!” Blaine argues. “You should wash my hair.”
Kurt raises an eyebrow. “Get out of my kitchen,” he commands haughtily. “Or no cookies for you.”
“Fine,” Blaine pouts, and trudges upstairs. Kurt smiles after him before turning back to the almost-done dough.
.
Kurt sings last. He’s clapped for everyone else, and cried with them, and held them, and gone on shopping ventures. He’s tutored and cajoled, and after next week, he’ll know if it was enough.
Either way, he’ll be done.
But right now, he’s standing in front of his friends, about to sing the last song he’ll sing in this room. He lets his eyes trail over them all - Finn and Rachel, holding hands; Tina and Mike snuggling; Puck slouching on the back row, Lauren next to him; Brittany leaning forward and poking Rory in the back while Santana smirked; Sugar trailing her fingers along Artie’s arm; Quinn’s head resting on Joe’s shoulder; and Mercedes and Sam, fingers tangling together as the music builds.
And Blaine. Blaine smiling at him.
This is goodbye to most of these people. He’ll never see them again after next week, and he won’t miss them.
They will see him, though. That’s guaranteed.
“Today,” he begins softly, “you were far away, and I didn't ask you why.” He looks at Mercedes, then Artie, then Tina. He continues, “What could I say? I was far away. You just walked away, and I just watched you.” Smiling a little bit and shaking his head, he asks with a small shrug, “What could I say?” He looks at Brittany, for a moment, and then back to Blaine.
“How close am I to losing you?” he asks, softer still, but his voice strengthens a bit when Blaine firmly shakes his head.
He’s never sung this slow, and the words feel so strong. “Tonight you just close your eyes and I just watch you slip away.” The music is like a heartbeat, firm and slow, and he asks again, “How close am I to losing you?”
Blaine smiles at him and mouths, Not close at all.
Kurt raises his voice on, “Hey, are you awake? Yeah, I'm right here. Well, can I ask you about today?”
Looking around the room, at these children who don’t understand - except for Finn, who clutches Rachel’s hand tight - Kurt finishes, “How close am I to losing you? How close am I to losing?”
Not close at all, he thinks. They all clap, and some of them cry, and that’s Kurt’s final solo at McKinley.
.
Blaine and Kurt fly to New York together. Rachel and Finn will come a few days later. Blaine’s dad wants to give them the guided tour, and Fury wants them to visit SHIELD - just for a check-up, he says.
Fury looks long and hard at Kurt, before excusing them to go with Mr. Stark. “Be good, kid,” he orders.
Kurt simply smiles. “I’m the best, sir,” he says demurely, respectfully lowering his eyes.
Mr. Stark scoffs, though he tries to disguise it as a cough. Fury simply barks a laugh and waves them out.
.
After Blaine locks the door behind his dad and Ms. Potts, after Kurt lays down the protection sigils, after they’ve consecrated their bed - Kurt asks, “Would you like to meet my family?”
Blaine stares at him for a moment, then his eyes widen. “You mean? Really? Yes!”
“Only some of them can come here,” Kurt says. “We’ll visit the rest later, but.” He takes a deep breath and someone knocks on the door.
“That’s them,” Kurt whispers.
He’s in New York. Blaine hasn’t left yet. Oh, he wishes Blaine never will. Maybe, if he plays everything perfectly, Blaine won’t.
But for now. For now, Blaine is just on the edge of panic, and three of Kurt’s brothers are waiting in the hall. So Kurt laces his fingers with Blaine’s and leads him to the door.
.
Kurt can’t change his shape. He’s as immortal as his siblings, with a bit more standard magic than all but his sister, and he knows their fate as well as the rest.
But he’s in New York, and Blaine told the twins the worst jokes imaginable, and Fenrir approved of him. Life is as wonderful as it’s ever been, and tomorrow - well, tomorrow is tomorrow.
He trails his fingertip along the blade of his favorite knife and changes the channel when the newscaster starts talking about Loki.
Fandom: Glee/Thor movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton; song from The National
Warnings: AU for senior year; I pick and choose what I like from season 3 canon, disregarding the rest
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 1365
Point of view: third
Note: in this ‘verse
Prompt: Graduation is here and everyone is upset and they won't see their friends again. glee club is breaking up, etc etc.
Kurt knows he should be upset but he's really, really not. Sure, he'll miss the friends he made in glee. After all, they spent A LOT of time together, but he knows there will always be new friends. Mostly, he's just revealed he's finally getting out of high school and out of Lima.
I'd prefer this to be gen, but you can really do as you please with Klaine, lol.
Sometimes Kurt wishes he’d inherited his mother’s shapechanging abilities, just so he could shift into a cat and claw something to pieces. Whenever those moods hit him, he grabs the closest knife instead.
He always knew. Sure, for awhile he denied it, ignored it, pretended to be something else. But he always knew.
.
Graduation is right around the corner. The seniors are either panicking or excited, or something in-between. Kurt and Blaine have both gotten into NYU; Rachel managed to earn a spot at NYADA, apparently an amazing school neither of them had ever heard of before senior year, which - whatever. Blaine’s dad has a piece of real estate lined up for them, and Finn, too, whenever he makes up his mind what he wants to do.
Kurt will miss his dad, but it’s not like he can’t take a step and be home. And, more than likely, the only people he will ever talk to from McKinley are Finn and Rachel. And, to be perfectly honest, he’s fine with that. He’s relieved. He’s managed to keep from killing everyone for four years, including his ‘friends’ every time they decided to be judgmental or turn away when he needed someone. And once he’s in New York, he’ll come back for Dad.
He’s not sad to be leaving high school or moving on with his life. He’s been looking forward to graduation ever since he realized that it meant he could leave and go somewhere else, somewhere he’d be important and happy.
He even asked Mama to take him, once, not long before he joined New Directions. “I would, my love,” Mama had said, form flickering between the woman in his memories and the man who had just started making the news. “I would, but your father would be destroyed and I cannot guarantee your safety. Not yet.”
“Not yet?” Kurt parroted, latching onto that timorous possibility. There had been nothing in Lima at the point except for Dad.
“When the time is right,” Mama promised, smile as sharp as a knife. “When you are grown and ready. We’ll know.”
“Okay,” Kurt said, nodding resolutely. “I can stay in this cesspool ‘til then.”
Mama’s smile became a grin. “Now, pay close attention to this spell, Kurt. Transforming matter is no simple thing.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “It is for you.”
Mama laughed, nodding in that arrogant way Kurt could still barely manage despite practicing for months. “Magic is in your blood, my boy, and the same ice that’s in mine.” Straightening up, Mama said, “Watch carefully.”
Kurt did.
He also successfully completes high school without murdering anyone, despite a deeply-in-the-closet homophobic bully with a crush threatening his life.
Kurt really should get credit for that, but only his boyfriend and family (sort of)know what he can do, so. He doesn’t get any accolades, except from Coach Sylvester, who commends his self-control.
But. High school ends. New York awaits.
Before graduation, though, Schue gives the seniors one last assignment: to sing a goodbye song. And while everyone else is panicking about having to go out into the big bad real world, Kurt sketches his siblings and drags Blaine into the corners for quick make-out sessions.
Kurt isn’t nervous at all. He knows what waits for him in New York, and while he knows the answer is still not yet, the day it will be finally grows ever closer.
.
“What song are you singing?” Blaine asks, smiling up at Kurt. Kurt flicks flour at him and Blaine ducks, laughing. “C’mon, you can tell me,” he wheedles, pouncing and wrapping himself around Kurt.
“Stop distracting me,” Kurt orders, rubbing flour into his hair. “Go shower. I’ll put these in the oven and meet you upstairs.”
“You’re the one who made me messy!” Blaine argues. “You should wash my hair.”
Kurt raises an eyebrow. “Get out of my kitchen,” he commands haughtily. “Or no cookies for you.”
“Fine,” Blaine pouts, and trudges upstairs. Kurt smiles after him before turning back to the almost-done dough.
.
Kurt sings last. He’s clapped for everyone else, and cried with them, and held them, and gone on shopping ventures. He’s tutored and cajoled, and after next week, he’ll know if it was enough.
Either way, he’ll be done.
But right now, he’s standing in front of his friends, about to sing the last song he’ll sing in this room. He lets his eyes trail over them all - Finn and Rachel, holding hands; Tina and Mike snuggling; Puck slouching on the back row, Lauren next to him; Brittany leaning forward and poking Rory in the back while Santana smirked; Sugar trailing her fingers along Artie’s arm; Quinn’s head resting on Joe’s shoulder; and Mercedes and Sam, fingers tangling together as the music builds.
And Blaine. Blaine smiling at him.
This is goodbye to most of these people. He’ll never see them again after next week, and he won’t miss them.
They will see him, though. That’s guaranteed.
“Today,” he begins softly, “you were far away, and I didn't ask you why.” He looks at Mercedes, then Artie, then Tina. He continues, “What could I say? I was far away. You just walked away, and I just watched you.” Smiling a little bit and shaking his head, he asks with a small shrug, “What could I say?” He looks at Brittany, for a moment, and then back to Blaine.
“How close am I to losing you?” he asks, softer still, but his voice strengthens a bit when Blaine firmly shakes his head.
He’s never sung this slow, and the words feel so strong. “Tonight you just close your eyes and I just watch you slip away.” The music is like a heartbeat, firm and slow, and he asks again, “How close am I to losing you?”
Blaine smiles at him and mouths, Not close at all.
Kurt raises his voice on, “Hey, are you awake? Yeah, I'm right here. Well, can I ask you about today?”
Looking around the room, at these children who don’t understand - except for Finn, who clutches Rachel’s hand tight - Kurt finishes, “How close am I to losing you? How close am I to losing?”
Not close at all, he thinks. They all clap, and some of them cry, and that’s Kurt’s final solo at McKinley.
.
Blaine and Kurt fly to New York together. Rachel and Finn will come a few days later. Blaine’s dad wants to give them the guided tour, and Fury wants them to visit SHIELD - just for a check-up, he says.
Fury looks long and hard at Kurt, before excusing them to go with Mr. Stark. “Be good, kid,” he orders.
Kurt simply smiles. “I’m the best, sir,” he says demurely, respectfully lowering his eyes.
Mr. Stark scoffs, though he tries to disguise it as a cough. Fury simply barks a laugh and waves them out.
.
After Blaine locks the door behind his dad and Ms. Potts, after Kurt lays down the protection sigils, after they’ve consecrated their bed - Kurt asks, “Would you like to meet my family?”
Blaine stares at him for a moment, then his eyes widen. “You mean? Really? Yes!”
“Only some of them can come here,” Kurt says. “We’ll visit the rest later, but.” He takes a deep breath and someone knocks on the door.
“That’s them,” Kurt whispers.
He’s in New York. Blaine hasn’t left yet. Oh, he wishes Blaine never will. Maybe, if he plays everything perfectly, Blaine won’t.
But for now. For now, Blaine is just on the edge of panic, and three of Kurt’s brothers are waiting in the hall. So Kurt laces his fingers with Blaine’s and leads him to the door.
.
Kurt can’t change his shape. He’s as immortal as his siblings, with a bit more standard magic than all but his sister, and he knows their fate as well as the rest.
But he’s in New York, and Blaine told the twins the worst jokes imaginable, and Fenrir approved of him. Life is as wonderful as it’s ever been, and tomorrow - well, tomorrow is tomorrow.
He trails his fingertip along the blade of his favorite knife and changes the channel when the newscaster starts talking about Loki.