May 15, 2013, 11:44 a.m.
Through The Eyes To Your Soul: Chapter 8
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!!Very Important Note About This Chapter: A couple of chapters ago I mentioned that we’d see Kurt’s POV twice in this story. This chapter is the first of those instances.
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl very much, and a girl who loved him just as deeply in return. They met at a friend’s party, where the girl was dancing and the boy was talking to his friends. When the girl saw the boy, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt like she could fly. When the boy saw the girl, he forgot everything else in the world. They instantly fell in love.
Their courtship was a short one but very romantic. The couple took long walks together, talking for hours. Once, the boy tried to make dinner for the girl, but they had to order pizza afterward because (shh!) he wasn’t a very good cook. He tried, though, and that’s all she cared about. They spent as much time together as possible, and then one day the boy gave the girl a ring and asked her to be his wife.
They married as soon as they could, and before too long they had a beautiful, remarkable baby boy to add to their family. The baby grew up and was soon a little boy – handsome and strong like his daddy, smart and kind like his mama. The family of three loved each other very, very much and were very happy together.
Kurt’s mother told him a variation of this story, of how his parents met, at least once a week from the time he was two until his mother passed away when he was eight. Was it any wonder that once he started learning about soulmates and soulmate research that Kurt became convinced his parents had been soulmates? And if they could find each other, in such a beautiful and fated way, why couldn’t the same happen for him?
Thus Kurt Hummel grew up an avid and unabashed Romantic.
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“Finn! Blaine will be here any minute, so get your football stuff out of the living room!”
“Come on, little bro,” Finn whines, “I just got home, and I’m tired and hungry. Coach Beiste has us running half day practices over the break to get ready for the championship, and I can’t feel my feet.”
“Not my problem, Finn. Get your junk out of here, and for God’s sake spray it with some Febreze because I’m certain something died in your gym bag.”
Finn drags himself off the couch to pick up his things. He looks at Kurt with his very best pathetic face. “Hungry.”
“Finn…”
“So hungry. Like I’m gonna fall over and die.”
Kurt shakes his head, trying to keep the smile off his face so Finn doesn’t know how well his ploy is working. “Fine,” he sighs heavily so Finn will know what a huge inconvenience this is. “Take your stuff upstairs, and I’ll make you a sandwich.”
“Yes! You make the best sandwiches! Can you do it with the chicken leftover from last night?”
Kurt rolls his eyes. “I’m surprised you think there’s any left. You ate more than usual last night, and God knows that’s saying something.” Before Finn can respond, the doorbell cuts him off. “Go, go, get it out of here, go,” Kurt cries, waving his hands.
“But my sandwich!”
“Let me answer the door, then I’ll make your food.”
“With everything?“
“Yes, Finn, with all your favorites, just go!” Kurt shoves him upstairs and hurries over to the front door. He stops to take a deep breath. It’s the first time Blaine has been to his house, and he wants everything to go well. Plus, it’s the first time they’ve seen each other since winter break started. Winter break that came just two days after their duet in the common room that Kurt knows wasn’t for a King’s Island Christmas show because that’s been closed for years, not that he looked it up to buy tickets or anything.
The doorbell rings again, and Kurt counts to five before opening the door. “Hi, Blaine!” God, he’s gorgeous. The cold weather has added a bit more color to his cheeks, complimenting his skin tone perfectly. Blaine also isn’t wearing his school uniform; Kurt hopes he’s wearing something more form-fitting under his coat. For science.
“Hey, Kurt!” He steps inside and looks around. “So this is your new house, huh? I like what you’ve done with it.” He unbuttons his coat and slips it off his shoulders.
“It’s still a work in progress. We only moved a couple of weeks ago.” Kurt stretches his arm out. “Let me take your coat.”
“Right, thanks.” Blaine slips his gloves his coat pockets and hands it to Kurt. “Also, I brought a housewarming-slash-wedding gift.”
Kurt turns from the coat closet to see Blaine holding out a gift bag. “Blaine!”
“It isn’t much, and you should let Carole open it.”
Kurt peeks in and gasps. “Blaine, I know that color blue. That box is Tiffany blue.” He looks up at Blaine, stunned. “What did you do?”
“It’s really not much, Kurt.” He drops his voice and whispers conspiratorially “It’s a vase, but act surprised when Carole opens it,” he says with a wink.
This boy is going to kill him. He is beyond perfect. “You really didn’t have to do that. It’s too much.”
“It is not. It’s just right. Your parents just got married and moved into a new house. They deserve something to mark the occasion. Now,” he says just a bit louder to overpower whatever Kurt was going to say in response, “you promised me a movie.”
“I – Blaine.” Kurt shakes his head and places the bag carefully, almost reverently, on the table in the foyer. “Um, I know I said we’d watch a movie or something, but first I have to feed Finn.” He starts toward the kitchen and hears Blaine follow. “Have you had lunch? Do you want something to eat? Something to drink?”
“I’m good. I grabbed a burger on the way over.”
Kurt stops in the kitchen doorway and turns around. “From where?”
“Uh, Wendy’s?” Blaine answers, obviously confused.
“You ate a greasy fast-food cheeseburger on the way over to my house? Did you not think I would feed you properly?”
Blaine’s eyes grow wide. “I don’t…”
“Don’t worry, dude,” Finn says as he passes them both on his way into the kitchen. “Kurt’s just like that about drive-thrus.” He looks around the kitchen then turns back toward the door. “I thought you were gonna make me a sandwich?”
Kurt sighs and reminds himself he loves his new brother. “Yes, Finn, but I wanted to let Blaine in the house first so he didn’t freeze to death.” He starts pulling things out of the refrigerator as Finn and Blaine make their way over to stools at the kitchen island.
“Oh. Awesome. Hey, make Blaine a sandwich too.” He turns to Blaine. “They’re really good. Kurt’s like a food wizard or something.”
“Yes, I can cut up tomato and roast beef. Obviously I have amazing culinary powers.” He puts three pieces of bread in the six-slice toaster and starts slicing vegetables, Swiss and cheddar cheeses, roast beef, turkey, and a hardboiled egg.
“So Finn,” Blaine says, “Kurt mentioned you guys made it to the playoffs?”
“Yeah, all the way to the championship now, so we’ve got these crazy practices during our break. You have to have a note from your parents to excuse you for any family holiday stuff.”
Blaine whistles and shakes his head. “I thought playoffs were usually at the beginning of December?”
“Yeah, usually, and the semifinals were a few weeks ago, but then the team we’re supposed to play for the final got accused of some like heavy-duty cheating, so the game got postponed until January so they can investigate.”
Kurt interrupts, mainly because he has absolutely no interest in whatever they’re talking about. “Finn, get the chips out of the pantry, will you?”
“Yeah.” He slides off the stool and grabs a bag of sour cream and onion Lay’s out of the pantry. He hands it to Kurt and goes back to his conversation with Blaine. “So you like football?” Kurt would say something else to interrupt, but he likes that Finn and Blaine are making an effort to get to know each other. Especially since he hopes Blaine will be around more in the future.
Blaine grins. “Yeah, absolutely. I played as a wide receiver in middle school, but then, well,” he gestures down at himself. “I kinda stopped growing and everyone else got bigger.”
Finn shrugs. “Sorry, dude. Sucks. You should come over and watch a game though. And I think Mom and Burt and Kurt are coming to the championship game, so you could come if you want. Right, Kurt?”
“Absolutely. Football. Yay.” He puts down the knife and picks up the toast that popped up a few seconds ago. “So am I still making your sandwich?”
“Yes! See,” he explains to Blaine, “I used to make sandwiches with just meat and cheese, but then Kurt told me I had to add vegetables and stuff.”
“Should’ve kept my mouth shut.”
“So I decided that if he got to add stuff, I got to add stuff. Now we have the best sandwich in the world. It’s called the Hudmel –“
“Which is better than the Furt.”
“ –and it’s awesome.” He looks around. “Where’s the bacon and the fried egg?”
“You ate all the bacon this morning. Carole is picking up on her way home,” Kurt answers. “And I’m not taking the time to fry an egg when we already had hardboiled in the fridge.”
Finn shrugs. “Still awesome.”
Kurt looks at Blaine. “Let me walk you through this so you know how much you don’t want the monstrosity I’m about to make,” Kurt tells him. “Piece of toast.” He holds it up and places it on the butcher’s block. “Slather mayonnaise. Add lettuce, meat.” He lays down slices of turkey. “Then onion, black olives, cheese, and crumbled up potato chips,” Kurt explains as he adds each ingredient.
He picks up another piece of toast. “Mustard on one side, mayo on the other, mustard facing down. Green pepper, second cheese,” he adds cheddar cheese, “hardboiled egg, pineapple, second meat, and tomato. Topped with a third piece of bread, this one with barbeque sauce on it.” He places the last piece of bread on top with a flourish. “Slice it in half, and there you are, Finn.”
“Awesome! You’re the best brother.” He grabs a two-liter of Coke, a bag of Doritos, and a package of Oreos. “I’ve got a COD tournament with Puck and Sam in a minute. See you guys!” he yells on his way out the kitchen door.
Kurt looks over at Blaine, who stares after Finn with his mouth open. “So? Sandwich?”
“No,” Blaine shakes his head vigorously. “No thanks.”
Kurt smiles. “Thank God. I am cutting up some fruit and vegetables for us, though. We have to try to undo some of the fast-food damage.”
“Sure. And Kurt?”
“Yeah?”
“Please don’t ever tell Jeff you know how to make that.”
“Do I look like an idiot, Blaine?” he asks rhetorically. “But speaking of Jeff, he and I are meeting in Columbus to do some Christmas shopping tomorrow. He needs help with something for his mom. Do you want to join us?” Kurt surreptitiously crosses his fingers where Blaine can’t see them.
Blaine shakes his head again. “Thanks, but no thanks. I have an allergy to shopping this close to Christmas. It gives me hives and makes me yell at horrible, inconsiderate people who just stand there in the middle of everything and expect everyone to go around them. Are you sure you want to go, Kurt? Jeff can be kind of manic under the best circumstances, but shopping this close to the holiday? You may need a leash.”
Kurt chuckles as he arranges their snacks on a plate. “Trust me, out of the two of us, he’ll be the one cursing me by the end of it. I can get very, hmm, let’s call itenthusiastic about shopping.”
“You know, I think it’s great how well you two get along. A lot of people think Jeff is too much to deal with.”
“Please. I’ve come to the conclusion that New Directions is the perfect training for life. In this instance, it helps me to deal with hyperactivity and overenthusiasm.” He levels a stare at Blaine. “Trust me when I tell you I’ve got this.”
“If you say so.”
Kurt nods as he fills two glasses from the cabinet with water from the refrigerator. “It’s nice, being friends with Jeff. I mean, I’m pretty sure he only liked me at first because I was someone new who’d give in to his Matthew Perry obsession.”
“It’s unhealthy. I worry it may end in a restraining order if he ever goes to Los Angeles.”
“But it turns out we have some things in common, and he’s easy to talk to. And I think he likes hanging out with me, too.”
“Trust me, he does.”
“But it’s also…” Kurt trails off and thinks for a moment. “The guys at McKinley were hands off with me. Even if they were okay with me being gay, they weren’t very tactile. The girls were – are – more physical, but it’s different. Dalton is different. You guys pat me on the back or the arm. Sitting close on a couch or accidently bumping arms isn’t immediately followed by an overexaggerated move away.” Blaine nods fervently, understanding what Kurt means.
Kurt picks up the platter and gestures to Blaine to pick up their glasses and follow him. “Jeff, though, goes even further. He practically cuddles with me when we watch a movie. He puts his head on my shoulder or in my lap. He hugs me to say hello or goodbye.” Kurt sighs. “It doesn’t mean anything romantic. Jeff’s straight, obviously, but even if he weren’t, it still wouldn’t mean anything. Normally that might make me uncomfortable, but after McKinley it’s really nice to have. I like being his friend. I like that he wants to be mine.”
Blaine steals an apple off the plate as they walk into the living room. “I can see that. I never thought about it before, but I see it.” He swallows. “Jeff’s clueless when it comes to personal boundaries. I’m glad you think it’s a positive thing.”
Kurt chuckles and puts the food down. “It is. Now, have a seat and make yourself comfortable for the movie.” He goes over to the television. “I brought several options from my room. What would you like to watch? Comedy? Drama? RomCom? Psychological Thriller? Musical?”
Blaine sits down and takes off his shoes. “Musical.”
“Excellent choice! We can go recent, with Mamma Mia! or Hairspray orDreamgirls or Rent. I refuse to watch Phantom, even though I have it. They ruined it with all the soulmate stuff they introduced.” He shakes his head. “Should’ve left it as God and Andrew Lloyd Webber intended.
“Or we can go old school. I’ve got Bells Are Ringing or Judy’s A Star Is Born orFunny Face or Summer Stock or um.” He hesitates and looks down. “I, uh, I know you like Leslie Caron, and I have An American in Paris or Gigi.” And okay, yes, he just bought Gigi yesterday because he knew Blaine was coming over and once mentioned he likes Leslie Caron. But Blaine doesn’t have to know that.
“Wait. Why do you say they ruined Phantom with the soulmate stuff?” Blaine asks. “Do you not believe in all that?”
Kurt looks back up. “Oh! No. I just think they ruined the storyline. There’s already enough going on in the Broadway musical before you add in trying to figure out if Christine’s soulmate is Raoul or the Phantom. I know soulmate stuff is very popular right now, but there was no need to change the plot.”
Blaine leans forward. “But you do believe in soulmates and the soulmate spot and everything?”
“Well, yeah, of course. Why? Do you not?” Please say you do, please say you do.
“No, I do, too. I just wondered.” Blaine looks around, then back at Kurt. “So, uh, have you had a procedure?””
If they’re finally going to talk about this – about soulmates – Kurt wants to sit down. He’s wanted to have this conversation with Blaine so many times but hasn’t had the courage to bring it up. “Not yet. I don’t know if I will.” He puts down the DVDs and makes his way across the room to sit on the opposite end of the couch from Blaine.
“I’m pretty sure my parents were soulmates,” he continues as he tucks his legs under himself. “There’s no way to prove it since my mom died before Soulmate Finders were around. The way she used to talk about it, though, I think they had to have been. And they found each other without a machine. If they could … I’ve always thought it could happen to me that way. I know that somewhere out there”or maybe even in here “is my soulmate. That’s enough for now.”
Kurt glances down, playing with the fringe on a pillow, because he’s worried about how Blaine will take this next part. “I think there must be signs out there that we can either choose to accept or ignore about who we’re meant to be with. You know, soulmates have been around since before we had the technology to find each other with magnetic pulses, and we must have been connected for a reason. So it seems like there would be ways to find each other without procedures. With signs or fate or whatever you want to call it.”
“That’s a lovely idea, Kurt.” Blaine smiles. “I like the idea of signs, too.”
“Well, I think so anyway. Plus, I’ve seen how messed up things can get with procedures and stuff, so I want to steer clear for a while.”
There’s a pause before Blaine asks, “What do you mean messed up?”
“Oh, you know, Finn and Rachel and Quinn.”
Blaine’s eyes get bigger. “What about them?”
“Did I not tell you about last year?” Kurt was sure he had mentioned this to Blaine.
“No. I think I’d remember that,” Blaine says as he picks up some grapes from the platter.
“OH!” Kurt scoots a little closer so he can lower his voice, just in case Finn comes back downstairs. Plus being closer to Blaine isn’t exactly a bad thing. “Such big drama last year! Finn and Quinn were dating. Power couple of the school, quarterback and cheerleader, the whole thing. Then Quinn gets pregnant.”
Blaine, who had been popping grapes into his mouth, almost chokes. “WHAT?”
“I know, right?” He shakes his head. “So Quinn is pregnant. Big scandal, but in the meantime, Finn starts to have feelings for Rachel, who definitely reciprocates. But then Quinn’s parents kick her out, and she moves in with Finn and Carole. This is before Carole and Dad were dating.”
“There’s an even bigger train wreck coming. I can feel it,” Blaine says. His eyes are still huge, and the grapes previously in his hand have fallen into his lap. Kurt grins; he didn’t realize Blaine was as big a fan of gossip as Kurt is.
“Yes, another train wreck in the form of Puck.”
“Puck?”
“The real father of Quinn’s baby.”
“Oh my God.” He stares at Kurt for a couple of moments. “I will never again say that soap operas cannot happen in real life, oh my God.”
Kurt nods once for emphasis. “Right? So, Finn is livid, obviously, and doesn’t know what to do or how he’s feeling about any of them anymore. Oh, Rachel was the one who manipulated the situation to make sure Finn found out. I should have explained that part.
“Now,” Kurt says with a smirk (because he knows it gets even better), “unbeknownst to Finn, Carole had been worried about him and somewhat suspicious of Quinn, so she’d called in a favor with a doctor she knows and set up Finn with a soulmate procedure. He had it less than a week after everything came out with the pregnancy.”
“Hold on. They have to do scans and tests two weeks before a procedure. Did Finn not do those?”
“No, he did. Carole told him he was getting an MRI because he’s had two concussions playing football.”
Blaine stares at Kurt for a second then scrunches up his face a bit in confusion. “And the blood work and consultation?”
“Please.” Kurt rolls his eyes. “It’s Finn. I’m always surprised when he’s able to tie his shoelaces.”
“Kurt –“ Blaine gives him an admonishing look.
Kurt glances at the stairway then back to Blaine. “Okay, you’re right. I don’t mean that. But he isn’t the most observant, and he just went along with what his mom was telling him to do.”
“So, um, what happened with his procedure?”
“He’s ‘strapped and zapped’ or whatever and all he saw, for three minutes, was someone reading a book. And because it’s Finn, he spent half the time trying to figure out what book it was, rather than who was reading it.” Kurt smacks himself lightly in the forehead, because Finn. “So he goes to school the next day, asking questions like the detective he most definitely isn’t, and finds out that around the time he was seeing through, both Rachel and Quinn were studying.
“The girls went after him for weeks, each telling Finn it was obviously her. And it messed him up in a big way because he couldn’t be sure. And then a couple of other girls heard about what he’d seen, and I guess they’d had crushes on him as well, because they started going around telling everyone they were reading during that afternoon, too. It just turned into this huge mess, and Finn finally just gave up and said enough.”
Blaine exhales in a rush, and Kurt’s glad that Blaine is enjoying his story so much. “So he doesn’t know who it is. Was. That he saw, I mean. What about Quinn and Rachel? Have they had it done?”
“Quinn did after the baby was born. She refuses to tell anyone what she saw, but she’s dating Sam now, which tells me it probably wasn’t Finn.” Blaine nods. “Rachel, on the other hand… her dads won’t let her do it yet.”
“Why not?”
Kurt rolls his eyes. “They think it’s a bad idea before she’s in college and on her path to stardom. Frankly, it’s probably a good move on their part, though I wouldnever say that to Rachel. I think her dads are worried that if she knows who her soulmate is, she’ll allow it to cloud her judgment on her career and her future.
“So,” he continues, “Rachel can’t do it, Quinn won’t talk about it, and Finn can’t for another three years unless we pay for it. My parents might private pay, if it meant a lot to Finn, but I think he’s happy to wait. Too much drama from last year, you know?”
Blaine nods, taking in all the new information. “What about Puck?”
“Says he has no interest in having it done.”
There’s silence for a few moments, and then Blaine brings his knees up to his chest and rests his chin on his knees. “Wow. Sounds like a huge mess. Imagine if you had to be involved in it…”
“I know. Although…” Kurt looks down and blushes. He knows he should tell Blaine, just to be completely honest. “I wasn’t really involved, but I, um, had a crush on Finn throughout most of it.”
Blaine sits back, legs falling back down, and stares. “You. Had a crush. On Finn.”
“I know, I know, it was ridiculous! And I’m completely, totally, one hundred percent over it now, I swear! But yes, embarrassing crush on Finn, the straightest straight guy to ever like girls, and now we’re brothers. So we don’t ever talk about it again, okay?”
“Right. Okay. Yes.” He stares at Kurt. “Not talking about it. Good.”
“So, um, that’s me.” He bites his lip for a second, gathering the courage to ask what he wants. “What about you? Do you think you’ll try to find your soulmate?”
“I…” Blaine looks up at the ceiling and stares. Finally, after several seconds, he looks back at Kurt. “I already have.”
It’s Kurt’s turn to look shocked. “You mean, you, uh, you already went through a procedure?”
“Yeah, a couple of months ago, actually.”
What does this mean??? “Oh. Oh my God.” Kurt unconsciously scoots closer on the couch. “Really? You never said anything, so, um, I didn’t think you’d…” He swallows. “Who,” he shakes his head, “do you know who it is?”
Silence. Kurt wonders if he made Blaine uncomfortable.
“Blaine, you don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want,” he says quietly. “I mean, honestly, you don’t have to. I’ll understand.”
“No, it isn’t that I d–.” He stops and sighs. “It’s just that, well. He doesn’t know yet.”
“What?” Who doesn’t know yet? Stop being so damn cryptic, Blaine!“I haven’t told him yet.”
Okay. Kurt’s breathing speeds up. “So you know who it is?”
Blaine looks up again. “Yes.” He looks back at Kurt.
“Oh my God,” Kurt whispers. Could Blaine possibly be about to tell him something?
“And I kind of feel like I should tell him first, you know? Before I tell you or anyone who doesn’t already know?”
Kurt has known disappointment before. Just in the last year or so, the examples are numerous. Kurt thought he’d have to be alone through high school, particularly after neither Finn nor Sam liked him back. He’s fought for a chance to audition for a solo and then thrown the solo away for his dad. He’s been overlooked continuously in a school system that silently condones homophobia. He’s wanted so badly to be the son he thought his father would rather have. He’s watched others (more, less, and equally talented) be given opportunities to shine in glee while he sat on the sidelines. He’s been chased out of school by a violent closet-case and adults who won’t do their fucking job.
And none of that compares to knowing that the boy he likes – hell, the boy he loves – is meant for someone else.
“Oh, well yes,” Kurt replies, trying to keep his composure. “Of course. If, if you, yes … I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell him as soon as you knew, though.” He puts his hands over his face, hoping it looks like he’s in disbelief. Actually he’s trying to catch any tears that may fall.
Blaine clears his throat. “It’s complicated.”
“Complicated?”
“We’re – He’s my soulmate, but we’re – we aren’t romantic soulmates.” Blaine looks pained to have to say it.
Kurt drops his hands from his face in shock. Again. “Blaine –“
“We’re two percenters,” Blaine adds, cutting off Kurt.
When they’re needed, friends push down their own pain, so he takes a deep breath to center himself before saying, “God, Blaine, I’m so sorry.”
“No, it’s okay,” Blaine says, though the expression on his face doesn’t quite say the same. “I’ve come to terms with it. I’ve been doing research and talking to people online, and it isn’t so bad. There’s this negative stigma that comes with it, but most people like me have romantic lives, even get married and have children. There’s nothing wrong with it once you have the right attitude.”
“So your soulmate?” Kurt asks.
“He’s not related to me, but he isn’t gay.”
Kurt feels the need to do something, so he leans forward slightly and takes Blaine’s hand. Blaine flips his hand over and holds Kurt’s. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Blaine exhales a shaky breath. “So I’m taking some time to get to know him before I spring the gay platonic soulmate on him.”
“How’s that going?”
Blaine shrugs. “Not as well as I would’ve hoped, actually, but okay.”
There are a couple of minutes of silence as the two think things over. Kurt wishes he knew what Blaine’s thinking. He wants to break down a little, but right now Kurt should be supportive. He can cry and eat a cheesecake later. He does have one last question, though. “So I want to ask something, but if you don’t want to tell me, I’ll understand.”
“Okay.”
“If you, um, if you won’t tell me who it is before you tell him, does that mean I know him?” Kurt doesn’t know if a yes or a no would make him feel better here. Probably doesn’t matter.
Blaine bites his lip and stammers, “Uh, I, I don’t…”
Maybe it’s better if Kurt doesn’t know. “It’s okay, Blaine,” he says quickly, “you don’t have to –“
“Yes.”
“… Yes? I do know him?”
“Yes.”
Shit. Comfort food just went up to two cheesecakes. “Okay.”
They sit in silence for another couple of minutes, still holding hands, before Blaine finally breaks it. “A Star is Born.”
“What?”
Blaine pulls his hand away and says again, “A Star is Born. I could really use an excuse to cry right now, if it’s okay with you.”
Kurt quickly pats Blaine’s leg and stand up to find the movie. “Of course. I feel a little like crying myself.” He picks up the platter with mostly uneaten fruits and vegetables. “And screw healthy. I’ve got a secret stash of Reese’s Pieces for emergencies. I’ll pop some popcorn to go with it, okay?”
“Perfect,” Blaine responds with a slightly watery laugh.
Kurt starts the movie then goes into the kitchen for the popcorn and candy. Later he’ll call Mercedes and beg her to come over for an impromptu sleepover. He’ll reprimand himself for falling for someone who once again won’t reciprocate. And more than likely he’ll probably also talk himself into thinking that he can still date Blaine. They’re only teenagers, and if Blaine is in the two percent… He’ll still be interested in someone romantically, and maybe that person could be Kurt, at least for a short while.
But for now he’ll eat junk food with Blaine and cry as Judy sings The Man That Got Away.
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*The vase Blaine gives the Hummels is this one. (FYI: Lily of the Valley is a common flower for weddings, was used in Kate Middleton’s bouquet, and means “return to happiness.”)
**Watch Judy Garland sing The Man That Got Away in A Star Is Born.
Comments
Of course Kurt would be a Romantic, I cant believe I did not see it as a possibility but it fits with his character perfectly! Loved this chapter, loved the interaction between the two. Looking forward to seeing how it all turns out.
Thank you! I was kinda nervous about this one since the POV shifts, but I'm glad you enjoyed it! Hopefully you'll continue to like where the story goes. And thank you so much for reviewing; it's nice to get some feedback. :)Side note: I sort of have a headcanon on the different characters and where they fit in the Active/Romantic/Dissenter spectrum. Rachel, for example, goes around telling everyone she's a Romantic, but as soon as her fathers allow her to have a procedure she'll be all over that. (I may be putting more thought into this than is absolutely necessary...)