Fic: Same Script, Different Day 2a/?
Title: Same Script, Different Day
Subject:Romance/Angst
Rated:PG-13
Characters: Rachel/ other minor characters
Previous Chapters: Prologue , Home at Eleven
Next Chapter: So This Is Goodbye
Summary: Future Fic! Something happened. Something changed. Kurt and Blaine knew that they would love each other forever, whether together or apart. The one thing that they cherished the most was their complete honesty with one another. Living in New York was a challenge for them, however, between their morning coffee and occasional dinners, they told a lie.
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I'm so excited that people are actually reading my story. What a trip! Anyways, thank you for the comments. Again, it is very VERY angsty and kind of depressing at the beginning. Also, pay attention to the dates, because it skips around a lot. So I guess, enjoy? Or don't enjoy, because the beginning is in exactly joyful, but anyways, here we go.
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Chapter 2: That's All We Ever Do
Date: June 14, 2015 (continued)
Kurt was petrified. His muscles were contracted, and he felt like his feet were cemented to the ground. Of course, he knew that Blaine was under the assumption that he was having an affair, but it was far from the truth. He wanted nobody but the heartbroken man who refused to meet his eyes.
Blaine, whose eyes remained on the floor, waved his hand to the empty sofa across from him. Kurt wanted to run away and hide under a rock rather than explain what happened. What the hell did happen? He sat down close to Blaine, but kept within reaching distance. They stared at the walls in uncomfortable silence, with only the outside traffic and occasional sighing filling the room with some kind of noise. Kurt knew the smaller boy was in deep thought, because his left leg was twitching out of control, and his hand was caressing the back of his neck. He was about to speak up before his boyfriend broke the silence.
"I lied to you." Kurt looked at him in confusion. "I don't have friends, Kurt. Every other night, I leave you home alone so that I can go to the same bar, order the same drink, and talk about my life story to some redneck bartender whose name I can't even think of, because I'm usually drunk off my ass when I'm talking to him."
After several moments of processing what he just said, Kurt spoke up, "Why are you telling me this now? Or at all? Why didn't you just talk to me about what's been bothering you?"
"Because we are what's been bothering me." With his voice barely above a whisper, Blaine's eyes began to well. "We never lied to each other, Kurt. And now, that's all that both of us seem to be doing."
Kurt was moving toward him, ready to hug him and not let go, but Blaine cautioned him, raising his hand slightly in a stop position. "I know that you never cheated on me, or would ever cheat on me, but you told me he was straight. Why did you tell me that he was straight when clearly he isn't, but you told me about plenty of your other gay friends?" That question was answered by silence. "I love you Kurt," his boyfriend started to panic, knowing clearly the words that would follow, "but we can't do this anymore."
And just like that, Kurt's mind became numb. His eyes became fuzzy until all he could see was white. He has no idea how long it lasted, but when his mind became clear, and his eyes became focused, he wanted that feeling to last forever. In the four years that they have been together, they said a lot of things. The one thing he was sure to forever remain unsaid, was said. When he finally got his speech back, a bunch of words vomited out of his mouth.
"No, no no, this isn't happening. Blaine, you don't mean it. We've been through too much. You can't do this to us!" Trails of tears were racing down his face. Both of their faces. Kurt was on his knees, partly to beg, and partly because he couldn't hold himself up. "Blaine, please, let's start over! Don't do this to us!" Kurt was holding his stomach tightly, unable to breathe, hyperventilating. This wasn't happening.
"Kurt," Blaine broke at his name through his tears, "Kurt, listen to me!" He raised his voice so that he was practically yelling, "We did this to us a long time ago. I don't know when or who lied first and it doesn't matter. You know I love you, Kurt. You know that I will always, always love you," with that, Blaine fell to his knees, crying harder than he's ever done before, right next to the boy he loved.
He grabbed Kurt's face, looking into those beautiful glaz eyes. "Look at me. Damn it, look at me, Kurt!" His boyfriend looked back at him and realized that Blaine was in as much pain as he was. "Penguin, the only thing I want more than anything in the world is for you to be completely happy, do you hear me?"
Kurt somehow found words through his hysterical sobs, "you do make me happy! You are the only thing that makes me happy! I need you, Blaine Warbler! I need you to breathe, I can't," Kurt's hyperventilation was escalating," Blaine, I can't breathe!" His chest was burning, and he found no room between his sobbing and pleading to inhale.
"Kurt, Kurt darling, lay on your back." Still crying, he had to calm his love down before he passed out, so he motioned Kurt so that he was on his back. "Okay Penguin, I know this is hard, but please, please concentrate right now! Now follow my breathing, okay?" Kurt nodded, so he went through slow breathing motions, looking at him straight in the eye, until he was finally calmed down. Blaine breathed a huge sigh of relief, smiling down at him, tears still in his eyes, "That's more like it." Choking back tears, he helped Kurt into a sitting position, his hands subconsciously rubbing circles on his back.
"You make me happy." Kurt felt so weak, he can only break out a whisper.
"I made you happy. We made each other happy. You're not happy, Kurt, and you haven't been in a long time. Ever since," Blaine let out a tearless cry, "ever since three months ago when I -- when I forgot our four year anniversary. You had to remind me, and you had all of these plans, and I was such an asshole to you," he took a deep breath, "and that's when I started drinking more."
There was nothing more to say. It was clear, this was their last night together. They just sat on the living room floor and stared into each other's eyes until they could no longer stay awake.
Subject:Romance/Angst
Rated:PG-13
Characters: Rachel/ other minor characters
Previous Chapters: Prologue , Home at Eleven
Next Chapter: So This Is Goodbye
Summary: Future Fic! Something happened. Something changed. Kurt and Blaine knew that they would love each other forever, whether together or apart. The one thing that they cherished the most was their complete honesty with one another. Living in New York was a challenge for them, however, between their morning coffee and occasional dinners, they told a lie.
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I'm so excited that people are actually reading my story. What a trip! Anyways, thank you for the comments. Again, it is very VERY angsty and kind of depressing at the beginning. Also, pay attention to the dates, because it skips around a lot. So I guess, enjoy? Or don't enjoy, because the beginning is in exactly joyful, but anyways, here we go.
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Chapter 2: That's All We Ever Do
Date: June 14, 2015 (continued)
Kurt was petrified. His muscles were contracted, and he felt like his feet were cemented to the ground. Of course, he knew that Blaine was under the assumption that he was having an affair, but it was far from the truth. He wanted nobody but the heartbroken man who refused to meet his eyes.
Blaine, whose eyes remained on the floor, waved his hand to the empty sofa across from him. Kurt wanted to run away and hide under a rock rather than explain what happened. What the hell did happen? He sat down close to Blaine, but kept within reaching distance. They stared at the walls in uncomfortable silence, with only the outside traffic and occasional sighing filling the room with some kind of noise. Kurt knew the smaller boy was in deep thought, because his left leg was twitching out of control, and his hand was caressing the back of his neck. He was about to speak up before his boyfriend broke the silence.
"I lied to you." Kurt looked at him in confusion. "I don't have friends, Kurt. Every other night, I leave you home alone so that I can go to the same bar, order the same drink, and talk about my life story to some redneck bartender whose name I can't even think of, because I'm usually drunk off my ass when I'm talking to him."
After several moments of processing what he just said, Kurt spoke up, "Why are you telling me this now? Or at all? Why didn't you just talk to me about what's been bothering you?"
"Because we are what's been bothering me." With his voice barely above a whisper, Blaine's eyes began to well. "We never lied to each other, Kurt. And now, that's all that both of us seem to be doing."
Kurt was moving toward him, ready to hug him and not let go, but Blaine cautioned him, raising his hand slightly in a stop position. "I know that you never cheated on me, or would ever cheat on me, but you told me he was straight. Why did you tell me that he was straight when clearly he isn't, but you told me about plenty of your other gay friends?" That question was answered by silence. "I love you Kurt," his boyfriend started to panic, knowing clearly the words that would follow, "but we can't do this anymore."
And just like that, Kurt's mind became numb. His eyes became fuzzy until all he could see was white. He has no idea how long it lasted, but when his mind became clear, and his eyes became focused, he wanted that feeling to last forever. In the four years that they have been together, they said a lot of things. The one thing he was sure to forever remain unsaid, was said. When he finally got his speech back, a bunch of words vomited out of his mouth.
"No, no no, this isn't happening. Blaine, you don't mean it. We've been through too much. You can't do this to us!" Trails of tears were racing down his face. Both of their faces. Kurt was on his knees, partly to beg, and partly because he couldn't hold himself up. "Blaine, please, let's start over! Don't do this to us!" Kurt was holding his stomach tightly, unable to breathe, hyperventilating. This wasn't happening.
"Kurt," Blaine broke at his name through his tears, "Kurt, listen to me!" He raised his voice so that he was practically yelling, "We did this to us a long time ago. I don't know when or who lied first and it doesn't matter. You know I love you, Kurt. You know that I will always, always love you," with that, Blaine fell to his knees, crying harder than he's ever done before, right next to the boy he loved.
He grabbed Kurt's face, looking into those beautiful glaz eyes. "Look at me. Damn it, look at me, Kurt!" His boyfriend looked back at him and realized that Blaine was in as much pain as he was. "Penguin, the only thing I want more than anything in the world is for you to be completely happy, do you hear me?"
Kurt somehow found words through his hysterical sobs, "you do make me happy! You are the only thing that makes me happy! I need you, Blaine Warbler! I need you to breathe, I can't," Kurt's hyperventilation was escalating," Blaine, I can't breathe!" His chest was burning, and he found no room between his sobbing and pleading to inhale.
"Kurt, Kurt darling, lay on your back." Still crying, he had to calm his love down before he passed out, so he motioned Kurt so that he was on his back. "Okay Penguin, I know this is hard, but please, please concentrate right now! Now follow my breathing, okay?" Kurt nodded, so he went through slow breathing motions, looking at him straight in the eye, until he was finally calmed down. Blaine breathed a huge sigh of relief, smiling down at him, tears still in his eyes, "That's more like it." Choking back tears, he helped Kurt into a sitting position, his hands subconsciously rubbing circles on his back.
"You make me happy." Kurt felt so weak, he can only break out a whisper.
"I made you happy. We made each other happy. You're not happy, Kurt, and you haven't been in a long time. Ever since," Blaine let out a tearless cry, "ever since three months ago when I -- when I forgot our four year anniversary. You had to remind me, and you had all of these plans, and I was such an asshole to you," he took a deep breath, "and that's when I started drinking more."
There was nothing more to say. It was clear, this was their last night together. They just sat on the living room floor and stared into each other's eyes until they could no longer stay awake.