BowtiedPavarotti
Sept. 9, 2013, 8:20 a.m.
The Crash: Stop
K - Words: 675 - Last Updated: Sep 09, 2013 Story: Complete - Chapters: 25/25 - Created: Sep 03, 2013 - Updated: Apr 13, 2022 200 0 0 0 1
"Blaine, help me out here, please. Mom is convinced we're wasting our time pinning our hope on nothing. But you're not nothing, Blaine. Believe it or not, dad's on your side while mom... Mom's not really 'against'. She just isn't that crazy about the waiting for something to happen. Surprise us, yeah? Stop them fighting. They've been so good together recently. If you'd just wake up th-... Kurt?"
"...hi."
"You're back!"
"Indeed I am."
"You were right."
"...huh?"
"You said you might see me again."
"... Oh. Yeah, yeah I'm here."
"Well it's great to see you. Here, take this seat. I'll bet you want some time alone with him. I'll wait outside."
"No, Cooper, I...
"..... Hi. Um, I'm back. New York is... Oh, it's so amazing! There are people just like me there, people who are equally as obsessed with film musicals and fashion. I mean, yeah, there are loads of Rachel Berrys there too but, can you believe it, I am living with Satan and actually kind of enjoying it. Santana that is, in case you don't understand what I'm..... How could you understand? You're not there.
"Blaine. Even the word feels d-dead on my tongue. Eight months. You've been gone for eight months... I love you, Blaine. I love you more than anything. I didn't think I could live without you. I didn't think I'd ever have to try. But... Blaine, this is fruitless. Maybe in the beginning I would have sat here and, and believed, truly believed, that you'd open your eyes for me. But not now. I don't believe in miracles, Blaine. I believed in you, but...
"... You have hair in your eyes. There you go. Is that better? ... I am talking to myself; you can't answer.
"Blaine. This will be the last time I'll see you, Blaine. I can't keep coming back and sitting here and watching you not wake up, especially when I already know you won't. When you arrive in your next life, I hope you remember that I love you. ... One final kiss to send you on your way...
"...I love you, Blaine Anderson."
"God. ... Is that how you start a prayer? I... I don't know. I've never done this before. Can you forgive me? If I don't do it quite right?
"I'm still not sure I entirely believe in you. But I have tried everything else and still my son is lying asleep. I am willing to try anything. Um, my son is called Blaine Anderson. Oh, are you not helping him out because... because he's gay? No. No, that's just ridiculous. It's only your misinformed followers who think that being gay isn't okay. There's nothing wrong with it. It's not like he had a choice.
"You know, I used to think it was wrong. It's why I left, you know. I left him because I thought it was wrong and because I was sure he'd get hurt. Now look. He has been hurt. He was hurt after the dance and he's hurt again now. And I wanted so badly to make it up to him. So badly. It's why I came home. And then before I can even see him...
"Make him better. Please. I don't know if miracles are reserved for special people, but... God, my son is pretty special. To me.
"How am I meant to end this thing? Oh, right.
"Amen."
"Hey kiddo. You haven't been returning my calls."
"Sorry. I have been really busy."
"Too busy to talk to your old man?"
"...sorry."
"Hey, Kurt, I'm only messing with you. Oh, and Cooper told me to tell you-"
"Dad?"
"Kurt."
"Can we not talk about Blaine?"
"Oh. It's just he said-"
"Ever."
"... Kurt?"
"I don't want to know about his 'progress'. Because there never is any. I don't want to know what his brother said, or how his parents are, or about any cases of incredible recoveries. I don't want to be told when he finally dies, dad. I don't want to know. Because he already is. Really, that's just a case of making it official."
"But-"
"I don't even want to hear his name mentioned again."
"... Are you alright?"
"I will be if you do this for me."