In Ivy And In Twine, Chapter 8
Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
M
A fill for this prompt on GAM. A semi-AU. Kurt and Finn hate the idea of soulmates, mostly because neither of them know the name of theirs. But all their friends are a little obsessed, and decide to try to find Kurt's soulmate for him. What they find instead is Cooper Anderson, who says if Kurt doesn't visit a mysteriously ill Blaine in the hospital soon, they both could be in danger.
Also here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/540842
And also here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8623353/1/In-Ivy-And-In-Twine
32,698 words
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They made it to his car without incident. Kurt drove back to his own house, with Blaine in the passenger seat. The car was new and clean and smelled good and went much faster than Kurt’s car could ever hope to. Blaine stared out the window and kept his feet up on the seat, hugging his knees, the whole way, silent. When Kurt pulled in to his driveway he said, “Are you going to be able to drive yourself home? I could take you and have my dad come pick me up.”
“No, I can do it,” Blaine said without turning his head to Kurt, and didn’t sound convincing at all.
Kurt put the car in reverse. “I’m taking you. Where do you live?”
Blaine meekly directed him to a part of town Kurt never visited because he assumed everyone who lived there was a stuck up asshole with slaves thinly disguised as maids and butlers.
The driveway to Blaine’s parents’ house was approximately ten miles long (an estimate) and lined on either side by trees wrapped with twinkling Christmas lights. It was terribly romantic, so Kurt tried to shove it out of his mind.
He rolled to a stop near the end of the driveway. First he thought Blaine might get out himself, but he didn’t move. Then Kurt wondered if he should help him inside, but he was mildly concerned his father would be home and might attack him with a machete. He hadn’t even ruled out the possibility Blaine’s father was already watching them with binoculars from the house.
He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to ask if Blaine needed help, but that would imply he should leave, and maybe he didn’t want to leave yet.
“I don’t want to go in,” Blaine said finally.
Kurt leaned his head back on the seat and waited patiently.
“Let me see your license,” Blaine said.
Kurt cocked an eyebrow at him. “It’s a little late to question whether or not I have a driver’s license. I didn’t hit anything, did I?”
Blaine smiled. “Just let me see it.”
Kurt dug it out of his wallet and handed it over. Blaine stared down at it for a while without saying anything. He rubbed his thumb over the picture of Kurt and his name.
“That was my Madonna/Beyonce pose,” Kurt pointed out.
“I thought it was Blue Steel.”
Kurt laughed, but Blaine still seemed a little sad.
Blaine sighed. “When I was eight I had a bunch of friends over after school, and we thought it would be a good idea to go up into the attic. We were pretending the house was a spaceship, or something, so the attic must be the cockpit. Plus, it would provide the best views of the yard and our alien enemy, my golden retriever. And I don’t even know how we pulled down the ladder and got up there without my parents noticing, but my parents aren’t very observant anyway. So we were up there, running around and yelling, and we knocked over a bunch of boxes and spilled old clothes and pictures and paperwork everywhere. When my parents eventually realized, they made my friends go home, and made me clean everything up by myself. So I was cleaning, and pouting, and I found this piece of paper that had my name on it. So, I read it. And it had your name on it, too. It was a big, long, confusing thing about soulmates and me and you. So I went downstairs and asked my parents what it meant, not thinking that it was probably locked far away from me in the attic for a reason. And my dad just... freaked out. He got angrier than I’d ever seen him get before, and he tried to take the paper from me and rip it up. But I wouldn’t let him have it. I don’t know why. I always respected my father, I always saw him as the most important authority figure in my life. I’d never done anything independent of him, I never intentionally did anything that went against his rules, until then. I never even considered myself capable of an independence from him, like that. Of course, when I was eight, I didn’t know what anything meant. I just felt that piece of paper was more important and more serious than the tantrum he was throwing. I locked myself in my room with that paper and kept it hidden until... well, it’s still in my hiding spot. And later, Cooper explained to me what should have been obvious: that my dad was pissed my soulmate’s name was Kurt, that he was a boy, that his son was going to be gay. He thought if he hid it from me, I wouldn’t think I had to be gay, so I wouldn’t become gay after all.”
“What did you think about my name?” Kurt asked quietly when Blaine went quiet.
“Well, when I was eight I didn’t care, because I was barely old enough to be interested in girls if I even would have been. I just thought you’d be like one of the friends I already had, except you’d be funnier and better than they were. And after that... I don’t know. I never worried about it. I never had an existential crisis over it, like my father did. I just imagined you would show up when I really needed you, and you would be good and pure and make me want to be better. Which you did, and you are. I know you’re pure and good just from spending five minutes with you, so don’t argue with me that we don’t really know each other.”
“You are, too,” Kurt said, trying to not get emotional.
“Maybe. To a lesser extent.” He handed Kurt’s license back to him. “I’ve thought about your name every time I was particularly happy or sad since I was eight years old. Any time in my life I wanted you to be there next to me, or thought you should be but you weren’t. I just wanted proof you really exist. That it’s really you.”
“It’s really me,” Kurt said. “But what about me? I don’t even know that Cooper’s not crazy and got my name off Facebook, or something. This whole thing could be a lie, as far as I know.”
Blaine smiled. “It’s not. I’ll show you the certificate some day.”
“I would like to see it,” Kurt nodded. “Not because I don’t trust you, just because... I never had one of my own, and I always wanted one. Yours is basically mine, right?”
“Of course.”
They looked into each other’s eyes for a while, the first time they’d held eye contact for more than a couple of seconds all night. A breeze blew outside and shook the tree branches so the Christmas lights twinkled even more brilliantly. Kurt couldn’t help but notice Blaine’s eyes sparkled in the dim, white-blue light.
It was a comfortable staring, like they had suddenly and wordlessly given permission to visually explore each other. Kurt was calm again, the way he felt the first night when Blaine was sleeping and breathing so peacefully and holding his hand.
Blaine blinked slowly.
“You look sleepy,” Kurt whispered to him, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere.
Blaine opened his mouth to say something, hesitated, and obviously changed his mind. “Call your dad to come pick you up. I’ll wait with you until he gets here.”
It took some explaining for Burt to understand why Kurt needed to be picked up at Blaine’s house, and who’s car was where, and why, but eventually he agreed.
Blaine turned the radio on after Kurt hung up and tuned to a station playing old Christmas music. He put his head on Kurt’s shoulder, and they sat without speaking until the headlights of Burt’s truck shone into the car windows. Blaine sat up and settled back into his own seat.
Burt got out of the truck and crunched in the snow over to Kurt, still behind the wheel of Blaine’s car. He rolled down the window. Burt peered in at them. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” they said together.
Kurt wouldn’t leave until Blaine was inside the house and had turned on a light, to signal he was okay. When Kurt saw an upstairs window illuminate, he allowed his father to drive him away, but he wished he wasn’t going.
M
A fill for this prompt on GAM. A semi-AU. Kurt and Finn hate the idea of soulmates, mostly because neither of them know the name of theirs. But all their friends are a little obsessed, and decide to try to find Kurt's soulmate for him. What they find instead is Cooper Anderson, who says if Kurt doesn't visit a mysteriously ill Blaine in the hospital soon, they both could be in danger.
Also here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/540842
And also here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8623353/1/In-Ivy-And-In-Twine
32,698 words
Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15
They made it to his car without incident. Kurt drove back to his own house, with Blaine in the passenger seat. The car was new and clean and smelled good and went much faster than Kurt’s car could ever hope to. Blaine stared out the window and kept his feet up on the seat, hugging his knees, the whole way, silent. When Kurt pulled in to his driveway he said, “Are you going to be able to drive yourself home? I could take you and have my dad come pick me up.”
“No, I can do it,” Blaine said without turning his head to Kurt, and didn’t sound convincing at all.
Kurt put the car in reverse. “I’m taking you. Where do you live?”
Blaine meekly directed him to a part of town Kurt never visited because he assumed everyone who lived there was a stuck up asshole with slaves thinly disguised as maids and butlers.
The driveway to Blaine’s parents’ house was approximately ten miles long (an estimate) and lined on either side by trees wrapped with twinkling Christmas lights. It was terribly romantic, so Kurt tried to shove it out of his mind.
He rolled to a stop near the end of the driveway. First he thought Blaine might get out himself, but he didn’t move. Then Kurt wondered if he should help him inside, but he was mildly concerned his father would be home and might attack him with a machete. He hadn’t even ruled out the possibility Blaine’s father was already watching them with binoculars from the house.
He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to ask if Blaine needed help, but that would imply he should leave, and maybe he didn’t want to leave yet.
“I don’t want to go in,” Blaine said finally.
Kurt leaned his head back on the seat and waited patiently.
“Let me see your license,” Blaine said.
Kurt cocked an eyebrow at him. “It’s a little late to question whether or not I have a driver’s license. I didn’t hit anything, did I?”
Blaine smiled. “Just let me see it.”
Kurt dug it out of his wallet and handed it over. Blaine stared down at it for a while without saying anything. He rubbed his thumb over the picture of Kurt and his name.
“That was my Madonna/Beyonce pose,” Kurt pointed out.
“I thought it was Blue Steel.”
Kurt laughed, but Blaine still seemed a little sad.
Blaine sighed. “When I was eight I had a bunch of friends over after school, and we thought it would be a good idea to go up into the attic. We were pretending the house was a spaceship, or something, so the attic must be the cockpit. Plus, it would provide the best views of the yard and our alien enemy, my golden retriever. And I don’t even know how we pulled down the ladder and got up there without my parents noticing, but my parents aren’t very observant anyway. So we were up there, running around and yelling, and we knocked over a bunch of boxes and spilled old clothes and pictures and paperwork everywhere. When my parents eventually realized, they made my friends go home, and made me clean everything up by myself. So I was cleaning, and pouting, and I found this piece of paper that had my name on it. So, I read it. And it had your name on it, too. It was a big, long, confusing thing about soulmates and me and you. So I went downstairs and asked my parents what it meant, not thinking that it was probably locked far away from me in the attic for a reason. And my dad just... freaked out. He got angrier than I’d ever seen him get before, and he tried to take the paper from me and rip it up. But I wouldn’t let him have it. I don’t know why. I always respected my father, I always saw him as the most important authority figure in my life. I’d never done anything independent of him, I never intentionally did anything that went against his rules, until then. I never even considered myself capable of an independence from him, like that. Of course, when I was eight, I didn’t know what anything meant. I just felt that piece of paper was more important and more serious than the tantrum he was throwing. I locked myself in my room with that paper and kept it hidden until... well, it’s still in my hiding spot. And later, Cooper explained to me what should have been obvious: that my dad was pissed my soulmate’s name was Kurt, that he was a boy, that his son was going to be gay. He thought if he hid it from me, I wouldn’t think I had to be gay, so I wouldn’t become gay after all.”
“What did you think about my name?” Kurt asked quietly when Blaine went quiet.
“Well, when I was eight I didn’t care, because I was barely old enough to be interested in girls if I even would have been. I just thought you’d be like one of the friends I already had, except you’d be funnier and better than they were. And after that... I don’t know. I never worried about it. I never had an existential crisis over it, like my father did. I just imagined you would show up when I really needed you, and you would be good and pure and make me want to be better. Which you did, and you are. I know you’re pure and good just from spending five minutes with you, so don’t argue with me that we don’t really know each other.”
“You are, too,” Kurt said, trying to not get emotional.
“Maybe. To a lesser extent.” He handed Kurt’s license back to him. “I’ve thought about your name every time I was particularly happy or sad since I was eight years old. Any time in my life I wanted you to be there next to me, or thought you should be but you weren’t. I just wanted proof you really exist. That it’s really you.”
“It’s really me,” Kurt said. “But what about me? I don’t even know that Cooper’s not crazy and got my name off Facebook, or something. This whole thing could be a lie, as far as I know.”
Blaine smiled. “It’s not. I’ll show you the certificate some day.”
“I would like to see it,” Kurt nodded. “Not because I don’t trust you, just because... I never had one of my own, and I always wanted one. Yours is basically mine, right?”
“Of course.”
They looked into each other’s eyes for a while, the first time they’d held eye contact for more than a couple of seconds all night. A breeze blew outside and shook the tree branches so the Christmas lights twinkled even more brilliantly. Kurt couldn’t help but notice Blaine’s eyes sparkled in the dim, white-blue light.
It was a comfortable staring, like they had suddenly and wordlessly given permission to visually explore each other. Kurt was calm again, the way he felt the first night when Blaine was sleeping and breathing so peacefully and holding his hand.
Blaine blinked slowly.
“You look sleepy,” Kurt whispered to him, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere.
Blaine opened his mouth to say something, hesitated, and obviously changed his mind. “Call your dad to come pick you up. I’ll wait with you until he gets here.”
It took some explaining for Burt to understand why Kurt needed to be picked up at Blaine’s house, and who’s car was where, and why, but eventually he agreed.
Blaine turned the radio on after Kurt hung up and tuned to a station playing old Christmas music. He put his head on Kurt’s shoulder, and they sat without speaking until the headlights of Burt’s truck shone into the car windows. Blaine sat up and settled back into his own seat.
Burt got out of the truck and crunched in the snow over to Kurt, still behind the wheel of Blaine’s car. He rolled down the window. Burt peered in at them. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” they said together.
Kurt wouldn’t leave until Blaine was inside the house and had turned on a light, to signal he was okay. When Kurt saw an upstairs window illuminate, he allowed his father to drive him away, but he wished he wasn’t going.