Klaine_crisscolfer13
Dec. 16, 2014, 6 p.m.
Never Letting You Go: Chapter 4
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Author's Notes:
To all the readers who celebrate it, happy Thanksgiving! :)
"What?" Blaine asked.
"I have cancer." I repeated. "The doctors dont know for sure, but they think it may be terminal."
Blaine sat back down on my bed, his own eyes glistening with tears.
"So, youre going to die?" Blaine choked out.
"Most likely." I confirmed.
He got off the bed and wrapped his arms around me.
"I cant lose you." He said, pressing his face in my neck. "When I saw you in English class, sitting there, perfect as ever, I felt attracted to you. Its like, when your looking for something and it turns up when youre least expecting to find it. Thats how I felt when I saw you."
"Dont get me wrong, I like you too-" I started but Blaine cut me off.
"So then why dont we make most of the time we have?" Blaine suggested.
I only nodded, not trusting my voice. I laid my head on Blaines shoulder. We stayed like that for a few more minutes before Blaine softly pushed away.
"Kurt, can I kiss you?"
I replied by putting my hands on either side of his face and putting my lips on his. The electricity that I felt when he grabbed my hand in the auditorium was back, but stronger. I gently nibbled on his bottom lip. He slid his tongue into my mouth and traced the inside of my lips. After a minute, we both pulled away. I was breathless and, looking at Blaine, I could tell he was breathless too.
I changed into my pajamas and went to my bed. Once I got settled under the covers, I surprisingly drifted to sleep.
On Monday, my alarm went off at 5:30 like usual. I got up, got dressed, and fixed my hair. At 6:30 I headed to school. I went to the café to see that Blaine was waiting for me.
"I got you a coffee." He said as I sat down at the table. He slid the cup across the table to me.
"Thank you." I said. "But you didnt have to."
"I know, but I wanted to." He replied.
I looked at him. His eyes were filled with so much love and happiness. This was something I would have to get used to.
"Im not used to having someone care so much about me." I confessed.
"Did you not have any relationships before?" He asked.
"I had one, and maybe at one point he cared about me." I started. The look he gave me indicated for me to tell more. "His name is Dave Karofsky. He was in the closet, so the relationship was just between us. When I was diagnosed with cancer, he was the first non-relative to know. He broke up with me, saying whats the point of being together if I was probably going to die soon. The rest of year, he bullied me. Pushed me into the lockers, threw slushies at my face, called me homo and... Other mean names."
"Thats terrible!" Blaine gasped.
"That was the complications I was talking about when we first met."
"Im so sorry." He said sympathetically.
"Dont be." I replied. "If those things had never of happened, I wouldve never came here and I wouldve never met you."
He smiled and then I changed the subject.
"The list goes up today. Well get to see if we made it into the Warblers." I exclaimed excitedly.
"I bet you made it." He said.
"If I made it, then you made it too."
"Well, why dont we go see? The list should be up now."
We got up from the table. As we started to walk out of the café, he slid his hand into mine. I squeezed his hand. We got to the bulletin board. We both leaned in, scanning the names on the list.
Blaine Anderson
Nick Duval
Jeff Sterling
Trent Nixon
Kurt Hummel
I stopped when I saw my name. I made it. Blaine made it too. I turned to Blaine and we hugged. The bell rang and we went to English.
After school was the first Warblers practice. We went to the senior commons. Most everyone was already there, singing, dancing, talking. Blaine and I went to sit on one of the couches. A second later, Wes banged a gavel against the table that he, Thad, and David were sitting at. The room got quiet.
"We congratulate you all for making it. Instead of having a choir director, we are the Warbler committee." Wes explained.
"We call all the shots, but we are open to any suggestions any of you might have." David added.
"The first thing we are doing is, on Thursday, we will have a showcase to determine who the lead soloist will be." Wes said.
"What song should I sing for the showcase?" I asked Blaine as we walked out to the parking lot.
"I dont know, but I know that you should choose a song that is meaningful and that you can relate to. That way you can get real emotions." He said.
"Good point."
"Ill see you tomorrow." He said as we both reached our cars.
"See you tomorrow." I said.
I got in my car and drove home.