June 18, 2012, 11:13 a.m.
A Very Klaine Summer: Thunderclaps
T - Words: 749 - Last Updated: Jun 18, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 13/? - Created: Jan 02, 2012 - Updated: Jun 18, 2012 1,288 0 0 0 0
They had parted ways only three hours prior to the storm's onset. The day had been overflowing with laughter, love, and relaxation. Nothing stressful—or eventful, really—transpired; no, it was just another summer day the pair shared joyfully.
The first few raindrops heralded the impending deluge on the panes of the bay window that overlooked the endless front lawn. He had perched himself on the cushion there soon after retiring for the day, hugging his knees and gazing thoughtfully out at the artful landscaping. He noticed none of it, however—not the plants, nor the critters, nor the slowly darkening sky, nor the kamikaze droplets that fell before his eyes. He saw instead the marvelous memories of the past few weeks, weeks spent together doing nothing of consequence. Even as the clouds turned black and hundreds of raindrops joined the first brave bunch, he remained unaware of the gathering storm.
That is, until Katy Perry interrupted his reminiscing from the pocket of his jeans.
"Let's go all
The way tonight,
No regrets,
Just love."
The song stopped there, for he quickly retrieved his cell phone and answered it.
"Kurt."
Simply uttering the name brought a smile to Blaine's lips. He waited for the other boy to reply.
Silence.
"Kurt?" A lack of a response concerned Blaine. "Kurt, are you there?"
After a moment, "Blaine?"
Blaine felt relieved, but only momentarily. Though he could not see his boyfriend's face, Blaine knew that Kurt's blue eyes were alight with fear.
"Kurt, are you alright? Are you hurt?" His words came rushed and low. It was then that a piercing thunderclap echoed through the speaker; the storm must be worse in the region in which Kurt lived.
"Blaine, I..." The terrified boy gulped. "I really don't like thunderstorms."
Another roll reached Blaine's ears. "Isn't Finn home yet? What about Burt and Carole?"
"No." Kurt's voice quavered. "Finn's deciding to spend the night at Sam's, and Dad and Carole can't leave the function they attended because a tree fell and is now blocking the only exit."
Blaine abandoned his spot in the window and dashed about, snatching his keys, his jacket, and his umbrella from their various hiding places. "Kurt, I'm on my way over."
"No!"
The force with which Kurt spoke caused Blaine to freeze. "Why not?"
"Because..." His voice was soft again. "My mother's accident...It was storming that night."
Blaine's heart broke. "Kurt..."
"And I am not going to let you drive in this weather just because of me. I'm not worth that risk."
Blaine's hand grabbed the doorknob. Just as he prepared to bolt through the torrential downpour to his car, he said to Kurt, "First of all, you are worth every risk imaginable. I'd fly to the moon and back without a single tank of oxygen if you asked me to. Second, shut up. I'll be there as fast as I can."
After a pregnant pause, Kurt whispered, "Please hurry."
When the doorbell rang, he leapt from the couch on which he had been huddling under a blanket. He flew to the door and wrenched it open, relieved to find his boyfriend shivering on the porch, grinning from ear to ear and soaked from head to toe.
"So, I was just in the neighborhood..."
Before Blaine could finish his undoubtedly lame joke, Kurt grabbed his hands and pulled him close, crashing their lips together. He allowed his fear and anxiety to ebb away as he held his love in his arms.
A particularly loud clap of thunder caused both to jump, and Blaine laughed. "Come on, let's get me cleaned up."
Kurt led Blaine by the hand to his bedroom, where the drenched boy changed into a pair of Kurt's sweatpants and an old t-shirt. Most of the gel had been washed from Blaine's hair, so dark, wet curls framed his face.
The pair collapsed on Kurt's bed. Blaine automatically wrapped his arms around the other boy, who no longer shook with fear. They laid there for a while, allowing the fierce pounding of rain on the sides of the house to serenade them to sleep. Both soon felt their eyes droop.
"Kurt?"
"Hm?"
"I wasn't aware that you owned sweats."
Though it was dark, and he couldn't see Kurt's face, Blaine knew he smirked.
"Even divas like to be comfortable."
A few minutes passed in silence.
"Blaine?"
"Hm?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Kurt."
The two lovers then fell asleep, safe and content in each other's arms.