Klaine Advent 2018 Day 2: Bury

Own dimension: The beginning, pt. 2

Kurt’s on a cleaning frenzy.

Well, he knows that he’s always in a mood to clean when he doesn’t want to think about anything else. Cleaning is such a mindless job. He no longer has to think about how he’s failing his class.

Besides, it’s productive and the loft is not as messy as it used to be, now that Rachel has moved out.

And he wants it to be clean for when Blaine comes home.

He and Blaine… it currently feels like they’re just two roommates, sharing the same living space, but apart from that, living separately. Classes are a pain in the ass and Kurt still has his job at the Spotlight Diner. Their schedules clash. They bury themselves in work.

Kurt’s aware of this, and he’s pretty sure that Blaine’s aware of this problem as well.

They need to sit down and talk before the love gets drained out of this relationship and the absolute last thing that Kurt wants is them falling out of love.

They won’t be able to talk today, since Kurt has to be at Spotlight in two hours, but there’s always tomorrow.

At least, that’s what Kurt’s been telling himself for a while now.

It’s not that they don’t talk to each other at all. On the contrary, they talk a lot. They still love each other. They are still around each other. They text when they’re not together. They enjoy each other’s company, but they both don’t remember the last time they had a conversation with depth. Or where they had an evening just to themselves.

They’re not ignoring each other, but they’re ignoring the fact that their relationship is becoming strained.

And sometimes, they annoy each other. In Kurt’s eyes, Blaine tries to hard to do everything right. Kurt’s worried that Blaine will keep ignoring his own well-being, but he can’t tell Blaine that without Blaine getting angry at him.

“You don’t understand.”

But Blaine also makes no effort in making Kurt understand. And honestly, Kurt’s not gonna ask for help. He’s never been good at that. That’s the reason why he hasn’t told his dad about all of this. He does not want his father’s pity. Or Blaine’s.

The door slides open and Blaine’s standing in the doorway. “Hey.”

But before Kurt can say anything back, his eyes fall on the huge book that Blaine’s holding. Blaine follows his gaze and he smiles. “Oh, this? I got it for free in an antique shop. I tried paying the owner, but he insisted on us having it for free.”

“Us?” Kurt asks.

“Yeah, it’s a gift from him to us,” Blaine says and he steps inside. He slides the door shut. “He said it’s a book about proving how much you love each other.”

Kurt tries to keep his expression neutral, but he knows what Blaine is talking about. Kurt was right. Blaine is aware of the ever growing gap between the two of them.

Kurt wants to say something about Blaine telling the story of their lives to a complete stranger, but the look on Blaine’s face is excited. Blaine got this book for the two of them. It’s a book about love.

So instead of snapping, Kurt asks: “What is it about?”

“I don’t know,” Blaine says, “Aren’t you excited to find out? All I know is that this book is very old. After all, it was an antique shop. The shop owner said that this book has been passed down from couple to couple until it eventually ended in his humble shop. If we can survive the stories of this book, we can survive anything.”

“So it’s a storybook?” Kurt asks, still a little bit puzzled. Kurt’s never really believed in higher power or symbolism or superstition, but Blaine does, and he’s so excited to have found a book about true love that it makes Kurt happy as well, despite his cynicism.

“I don’t know,” Blaine admits. He puts the book on the dining table and he takes off his coat. “I tried to look into it, but the shop owner that this book has to be opened by the both of us. Start together and end together, right?”

“Right. I do have to leave for work in like an hour.”

Blaine’s face falls for a moment. He tries to hide it by smiling, but Kurt knows Blaine. Even though they might be in a rough patch, they still know each other.

“The first couple of pages won’t hurt, won’t they?” Blaine asks cautiously, as if he’s expecting Kurt to say no.

But the excited look on Blaine’s face is enough to make Kurt want to do this.

“Only the first couple of pages, okay?” Kurt says and Blaine claps his hands in delight, “After all, I can’t be late. Günther is out to get me, I know it.”

“Günther is a creep,” Blaine says but he immediately walks back to the kitchen. They sit down and Blaine opens the book. Then he frowns.

“It’s empty?” Kurt asks, equally confused.

They skip through a couple of pages. They’re all blank. Blaine’s disappointment is visible.

Kurt turns another page and he squints his eyes. On the bottom of the page is one small word: ‘space’.

It’s so small, it’s barely noticeable. Kurt points towards the word and Blaine looks confused.

“Space?” he asks, “What does that mean?”

They’re about to put the book away, when something weird starts happening. The word ‘space’ is growing.

“You’re seeing this as well, right?” Blaine asks Kurt, “It’s not me?”

The word keeps growing and growing and growing. Kurt and Blaine are looking at it in amazement. Is this some new kind of technology? But it can’t be. This book is antique.

Blaine jumps off his seat when the word keep growing. It’s so big that it’s growing out of the page.

“What the-” Kurt’s also on his feet and he reaches for Blaine as he watches the word grow into his kitchen.

“Are we dreaming? Are we drunk? Are we high?” Blaine yells in shock.

“We can’t be high. Santana took all the drugs with her, right? And you don’t drink!”

The word keeps growing and growing, it starts to grow all around Kurt and Blaine. It keeps growing up until a point where they’re surrounded by the word ‘space’.

“Kurt, love, I don’t fucking know what this is, but I suggest we run and figure it out later,” Blaine yells.

“I agree,” Kurt says back and he takes Blaine’s hand. Together they try to make their way to the door. When Blaine finally reaches the door, he wants to slide it open, but the word is enormous now.

“What is happening?” Kurt yells.

And for a split second, they accidentally let go of each other.

Kurt can no longer see Blaine. The word ‘space’ is all around him.

“Blaine?” he cries out.

“Kurt!” he hears.

“What the fuck!” is the only thing that comes to mind. Slowly, the word space starts to fall apart into smaller words, all ‘space’. Kurt’s surrounded by them. He must be dreaming. He must be. How else can he explain that he’s being surrounded by words.

“Blaine?” he says again.

“Kurt?” Blaine sounds more distant than before. It’s as if they’re no longer a couple of feet away. “I’ll find you! Kurt, I’ll find you!”