Il Fato [Klaine]
Title: Il Fato
Author: heroes_and_cons
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG
Word Count: 769
Synposis: With the help of Kurt, Blaine tries to memorize Italian vocabulary for school.
For whatever reason, Blaine has the worst short-term memory.
It’s like some minute part of his brain defused at some point, preventing him from remembering more than a few things at one time. He wonders what the results of an MRI would be - maybe, he thinks whimsically, enough to get him out of his vocabulary test. He’s making up excuses for a weakness, he knows, but it irritates him that he can solve Calculus derivatives or write lab reports or read a volume of Shakespearean plays without breaking a sweat, yet he becomes innately intimidated by a list of words to memorize.
“You know this,” Kurt insists, curling his legs underneath his body and propping the textbook against his knees. “Come on. La saggezza.”
Blaine smirks at Kurt’s butchered attempt at an Italian accent. If the test was just on pronunciation, Blaine would ace it without even trying. “La saggezza,” he repeats, wracking his brain for some sort of familiarity. “I have no idea.”
“It’s something you possess,” Kurt says.
“Handsomeness? Wit? Charm?”
“…Okay, it’s something you possess except for when you have to memorize vocab words.”
“Knowledge?”
“Close enough,” Kurt sighs. “It’s wisdom. Il fato.”
Blaine takes a stab in the dark and assumes that it’s a cognate. “Fate?”
“Yes!” Kurt exclaims, brimming with excitement. Blaine smiles softly, realizing how invested Kurt is. “Okay, how about…la credenza?”
Blaine presses his palms against his eyelids. “Credenza. Isn’t it, like, hope?”
“Sort of. But not.”
“Thanks, that’s helpful,” Blaine mutters. “Um. Is it…is it belief?”
“Yep,” Kurt grins. He pauses and glances up from the textbook, fixating his eyes on Blaine. “Do you believe in fate?”
Blaine has never been a man of faith, and for some reason it’s never been something he’s fully embraced - his lack of belief, that is. “Well, I grew up going to church every Sunday,” he shrugs. “So I guess I believed that God had a reason for everything.”
“Believed,” Kurt repeats slowly. “Your use of the past tense tells me that that’s no longer the case.”
“I don’t know,” Blaine ducks his head. “I guess I believe that things happen-”
“-for a reason?”
“No. They just happen.” Blaine shrugs again. “If the actions or choices we make happen to lead us to a certain place or a certain person…it’s only the result of our own decisions.” He glances back at Kurt and smiles. “And the way you finished my sentence for me tells me that that’s not the case for you.”
Kurt hugs his knees to his chest and shakes his head. “When my mom died, I didn’t understand why God would take her from us, and my dad told me that everything happens for a reason, but sometimes it takes us a very long time to understand that reason.” Kurt sighs. “I don’t believe in God, but I believe in fate. I have to.”
Blaine smiles and leans forward, so that his knees graze Kurt’s toes. “Non hai paura; il nostro fato non può essere portato da noi. È un regalo.”
Kurt’s mouth pops open in surprise. “So you can memorize that, but not a list of words?”
“It’s from Dante’s Inferno,” Blaine smiles. “My dad studied it intensively and would repeat that one quote all the time. Do not have fear; our fate cannot be taken from us. It is a gift.”
“It’s not fair,” Kurt mumbles.
“What?”
“You can be sexy and romantic in one sentence. I have nothing against you.”
Blaine reaches forward and tosses the textbook onto the desk, pulling Kurt forward and into his lap. “You don’t need anything against me. You’ve already got the upper hand just by being yourself,” he whispers, kissing the soft spot where Kurt’s neck meets his shoulder.
“So you do believe in fate, then,” Kurt says, tangling a hand in the back of Blaine’s thick hair.
“I guess I do,” Blaine muses. “Without fate, I’d have to believe that you and I finding each other was purely coincidental.”
“Forget the Italian, then,” Kurt grins. “You should just go write for soap operas. Or become the next Nicholas Sparks.”
“Shut up,” Blaine says, lightly hitting Kurt’s shoulder. “I mean it.”
“I know.” Kurt frames Blaine’s face in his hands and hesitates for a moment before leaning in and kissing him, so softly that for a moment Blaine can barely tell that they are fused together at the mouth.
Kurt pulls back and makes a quiet sound, somewhere between a sigh and a hum. He presses his face against Blaine’s shoulder and curls his body into Blaine’s embrace, as if he has fit there all along.
Author: heroes_and_cons
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG
Word Count: 769
Synposis: With the help of Kurt, Blaine tries to memorize Italian vocabulary for school.
For whatever reason, Blaine has the worst short-term memory.
It’s like some minute part of his brain defused at some point, preventing him from remembering more than a few things at one time. He wonders what the results of an MRI would be - maybe, he thinks whimsically, enough to get him out of his vocabulary test. He’s making up excuses for a weakness, he knows, but it irritates him that he can solve Calculus derivatives or write lab reports or read a volume of Shakespearean plays without breaking a sweat, yet he becomes innately intimidated by a list of words to memorize.
“You know this,” Kurt insists, curling his legs underneath his body and propping the textbook against his knees. “Come on. La saggezza.”
Blaine smirks at Kurt’s butchered attempt at an Italian accent. If the test was just on pronunciation, Blaine would ace it without even trying. “La saggezza,” he repeats, wracking his brain for some sort of familiarity. “I have no idea.”
“It’s something you possess,” Kurt says.
“Handsomeness? Wit? Charm?”
“…Okay, it’s something you possess except for when you have to memorize vocab words.”
“Knowledge?”
“Close enough,” Kurt sighs. “It’s wisdom. Il fato.”
Blaine takes a stab in the dark and assumes that it’s a cognate. “Fate?”
“Yes!” Kurt exclaims, brimming with excitement. Blaine smiles softly, realizing how invested Kurt is. “Okay, how about…la credenza?”
Blaine presses his palms against his eyelids. “Credenza. Isn’t it, like, hope?”
“Sort of. But not.”
“Thanks, that’s helpful,” Blaine mutters. “Um. Is it…is it belief?”
“Yep,” Kurt grins. He pauses and glances up from the textbook, fixating his eyes on Blaine. “Do you believe in fate?”
Blaine has never been a man of faith, and for some reason it’s never been something he’s fully embraced - his lack of belief, that is. “Well, I grew up going to church every Sunday,” he shrugs. “So I guess I believed that God had a reason for everything.”
“Believed,” Kurt repeats slowly. “Your use of the past tense tells me that that’s no longer the case.”
“I don’t know,” Blaine ducks his head. “I guess I believe that things happen-”
“-for a reason?”
“No. They just happen.” Blaine shrugs again. “If the actions or choices we make happen to lead us to a certain place or a certain person…it’s only the result of our own decisions.” He glances back at Kurt and smiles. “And the way you finished my sentence for me tells me that that’s not the case for you.”
Kurt hugs his knees to his chest and shakes his head. “When my mom died, I didn’t understand why God would take her from us, and my dad told me that everything happens for a reason, but sometimes it takes us a very long time to understand that reason.” Kurt sighs. “I don’t believe in God, but I believe in fate. I have to.”
Blaine smiles and leans forward, so that his knees graze Kurt’s toes. “Non hai paura; il nostro fato non può essere portato da noi. È un regalo.”
Kurt’s mouth pops open in surprise. “So you can memorize that, but not a list of words?”
“It’s from Dante’s Inferno,” Blaine smiles. “My dad studied it intensively and would repeat that one quote all the time. Do not have fear; our fate cannot be taken from us. It is a gift.”
“It’s not fair,” Kurt mumbles.
“What?”
“You can be sexy and romantic in one sentence. I have nothing against you.”
Blaine reaches forward and tosses the textbook onto the desk, pulling Kurt forward and into his lap. “You don’t need anything against me. You’ve already got the upper hand just by being yourself,” he whispers, kissing the soft spot where Kurt’s neck meets his shoulder.
“So you do believe in fate, then,” Kurt says, tangling a hand in the back of Blaine’s thick hair.
“I guess I do,” Blaine muses. “Without fate, I’d have to believe that you and I finding each other was purely coincidental.”
“Forget the Italian, then,” Kurt grins. “You should just go write for soap operas. Or become the next Nicholas Sparks.”
“Shut up,” Blaine says, lightly hitting Kurt’s shoulder. “I mean it.”
“I know.” Kurt frames Blaine’s face in his hands and hesitates for a moment before leaning in and kissing him, so softly that for a moment Blaine can barely tell that they are fused together at the mouth.
Kurt pulls back and makes a quiet sound, somewhere between a sigh and a hum. He presses his face against Blaine’s shoulder and curls his body into Blaine’s embrace, as if he has fit there all along.