Haven
Title: Haven
Rating: G
Warnings: Well, it’s set vaguely in the 40s/50s and it’s about Blaine and Kurt and Rachel and Mercedes and the things that would go along with being them, then. But everything referenced is referenced very obliquely.
Spoilers: For Extraordinarily Merry Christmas
Summary: Blaine loves visiting the chalet
Author’s Note: Mary wanted an AU of the Hummel-Anderson Bachelor Chalet and then suddenly this thing existed. It’s not nearly as light-hearted as that would suggest, though, fair warning. I’m me, I write bittersweet. It’s also very short, is this what people call a drabble? I’ve never been certain of what the definition of that word was.
Blaine loves visiting the chalet. They don’t do it often -- a week at Christmas, a week in the summer, long weekends for their birthdays -- twenty days, give or take, out of the year. Twenty days when they don’t have to measure the distance between their hands and their shoulders and their thighs, twenty days when he doesn’t have to count the number of times he mentions Kurt in a conversation, twenty days when they don’t have to make sure the second bedroom looks lived in. Twenty days. It isn’t a lot, but it’s enough.
Things are just easier up here. They still have to lie, they are still “best friends” and “holiday roommates,” they still have to invent excuses to share a room, but the excuses are obvious inventions (this year the heat in the fourth bedroom is mysteriously broken and the ladies obviously couldn’t be asked to share a room, not to mention how decidedly inappropriate it would be for one of the gentlemen to sleep on the couch given the chance that one of the ladies might encounter him while he was in his shirtsleeves-- or worse-- so he and Kurt will simply have to make the sacrifice and share a room, no one bothers to mention that Rachel’s room is the only one with two beds) and the introductions are made with a wink and a smile and everyone in the room is in on the joke and it doesn’t matter.
It’s better for the girls here too. For a few weeks a year no one is blind to how beautiful Mercedes is, no one is frightened of Rachel’s talent or her ambition, no one asks either of them when they are going to find a man to settle them down.
More than anything though, Blaine loves it here because Kurt loves it here. In some ways it’s harder for Kurt outside of the chalet. Everywhere else Kurt holds himself very carefully, he watches the way he walks, the way he talks, the way his hands move when he’s excited. Outside the chalet there are nights when they don’t even bother with the pretense of the second bedroom and Kurt buries himself in Blaine’s arms and shakes. Kurt is happier here, looser, freer. He smiles more and laughs louder and is more generous with his affection. Kurt dances here.
Blaine loves Kurt always, everywhere, but he loves him just a little bit more at the Chalet.
Rating: G
Warnings: Well, it’s set vaguely in the 40s/50s and it’s about Blaine and Kurt and Rachel and Mercedes and the things that would go along with being them, then. But everything referenced is referenced very obliquely.
Spoilers: For Extraordinarily Merry Christmas
Summary: Blaine loves visiting the chalet
Author’s Note: Mary wanted an AU of the Hummel-Anderson Bachelor Chalet and then suddenly this thing existed. It’s not nearly as light-hearted as that would suggest, though, fair warning. I’m me, I write bittersweet. It’s also very short, is this what people call a drabble? I’ve never been certain of what the definition of that word was.
Blaine loves visiting the chalet. They don’t do it often -- a week at Christmas, a week in the summer, long weekends for their birthdays -- twenty days, give or take, out of the year. Twenty days when they don’t have to measure the distance between their hands and their shoulders and their thighs, twenty days when he doesn’t have to count the number of times he mentions Kurt in a conversation, twenty days when they don’t have to make sure the second bedroom looks lived in. Twenty days. It isn’t a lot, but it’s enough.
Things are just easier up here. They still have to lie, they are still “best friends” and “holiday roommates,” they still have to invent excuses to share a room, but the excuses are obvious inventions (this year the heat in the fourth bedroom is mysteriously broken and the ladies obviously couldn’t be asked to share a room, not to mention how decidedly inappropriate it would be for one of the gentlemen to sleep on the couch given the chance that one of the ladies might encounter him while he was in his shirtsleeves-- or worse-- so he and Kurt will simply have to make the sacrifice and share a room, no one bothers to mention that Rachel’s room is the only one with two beds) and the introductions are made with a wink and a smile and everyone in the room is in on the joke and it doesn’t matter.
It’s better for the girls here too. For a few weeks a year no one is blind to how beautiful Mercedes is, no one is frightened of Rachel’s talent or her ambition, no one asks either of them when they are going to find a man to settle them down.
More than anything though, Blaine loves it here because Kurt loves it here. In some ways it’s harder for Kurt outside of the chalet. Everywhere else Kurt holds himself very carefully, he watches the way he walks, the way he talks, the way his hands move when he’s excited. Outside the chalet there are nights when they don’t even bother with the pretense of the second bedroom and Kurt buries himself in Blaine’s arms and shakes. Kurt is happier here, looser, freer. He smiles more and laughs louder and is more generous with his affection. Kurt dances here.
Blaine loves Kurt always, everywhere, but he loves him just a little bit more at the Chalet.