tereandherbirds
Aug. 16, 2012, 10:46 a.m.
Navy towels
Kurt's setting up his new apartment in New York and finds the towels Blaine got him as graduation present.
K - Words: 857 - Last Updated: Aug 16, 2012 770 0 0 2 Categories: Angst, Drama, Romance, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Tags: OMG CREYS,
Author's Notes: (S4 Spoilers) I had this in my head and I had to write it. I posted it on tumblr but I felt like posting it here too. yay.
It happens two weeks after that double date in New York. He had cried while Blaine was breaking them up, because he couldn’t help it. They were in love. But apparently Blaine thought he wasn’t good enough for Kurt. Stupid Blaine. How dare he decide what’s good or not for him?
Yes, Kurt had cried himself to sleep that night. And he had cried the next day while he called his father to explain him everything. “Man up”, his father told him, “If he’s the one for you you don’t have to worry. He’ll come back”. Kurt knows Blaine will come back, of course he knows. And he knows Blaine knows it, too.
“Well”, he thought, “Blaine did this to let me be happy while I’m here. Let’s at least make this work”. So he started to focus on his internship, on talking and meeting the right people and to let himself enjoy his time in New York as much as he can.
Fifteen days after the break-up (not that he’s counting) Kurt has a free afternoon at Vogue and finds himself wearing shorts and a McKinley Phys Ed t-shirt, because it’s time to finish the unpacking. He unpacks the three boxes tagged with “bedroom” and lets the one with “bathroom” for the last one. He moves it to the bathroom and wipes the sweat off his forehead before opening it and starting to put everything in place. His bathclothe, his shoe polish, a little carpet, some of his hair products (“so you were here”, Kurt thinks), a kit of bath accessories Carole got him and oh. He suddenly sees a pair of letters in a plain, navy blue background.
His heart skips a beat, because of course. Of course those would be here. Of course everything was going too much alright. Of course he only missed Blaine 25 hours a day.
Kurt takes one of the towels and stands up, just holding it and looking at his monogrammed initials in a corner of the dark fabric. He touches the letters, holding his breath. And remembers the day Blaine gave them to him. His stupid boyfriend had been grinning all day like an idiot and Kurt knew something was up. That was Blaine’s “just wait and see” smile (he had counted, at least, 72 of them). Once the day was over and they got in Blaine’s car to get to his house, Blaine let all the excitement out and told him “close your eyes”.
“Blaine, what’s up? I know something’s up, come on, tell me”
“Shh, wait a moment. Let me grab this for you. Here. You can open your eyes now.”
Kurt did, and saw Blaine holding a piece of deep blue, soft-looking fabric.
“Blaine… What’s this?”
“I know, I’m sorry. I had no time to wrap them. I’m sorry.”
“No, idiot. What’s this?”
“They’re monogrammed towels! It’s your graduation present!”
“Blaine… You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“But I wanted to. And I thought those would be useful. Because you know, you’re moving to a new place. And you’ll need towels. And this way you’ll think of me everytime you wash your hands and you won’t forget about me and-“
Kurt shut him up with a kiss Blaine wasn’t clearly expecting, and once he started kissing back, Kurt broke it, kissed his forehead and hugged him, burying his nose in his boyfriend’s neck and taking his scent in.
“How could I ever forget about you? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“I don’t know”, Blaine replied, tearing up, “I don’t know. I love you.”
“I love you too, silly. And thank you. I love them”, Kurt said, and leaned in to kiss him again.
Kurt sighs at the memories, and feels himself tearing up. Before he can ever realize he’s crying, crying hard, for the first time in almost two weeks. He kneels onto the floor, burying his head on his hands while he’s still holding the stupid towel. “Stupid Blaine, stupid, stupid!”, he cries and yells for all he’s got, and lets all the anger and pain and sadness go out. “I hate you, I hate you for doing this to me. I hate you for letting me down knowing I’d feel like shit. I hate you because you think you’re doing what’s best for me, and you have no fucking idea, Blaine. No idea.” He loses track of time and cries himself to sleep, curled on the bathroom floor and holding the towel, tired from all the crying.
The New York sky is dark when he wakes up, and it takes him a few moments to realize where he is. He sees the towel he’s holding, now all soaked, and the situation hits him again, but he stands up. He looks in the mirror and seems him with puffy eyes and messy hair, and thinks that a shower will be the best.
While he gets everything ready for the shower, he throws the towel into the laundry basket. “I love you, Blaine. And I know you’ll come back.”, he says to himself, “I’ll wait for you, but I need to be okay while I do”. And, also for the first time in almost two weeks, he smiles.
Everything’s gonna be alright.
Yes, Kurt had cried himself to sleep that night. And he had cried the next day while he called his father to explain him everything. “Man up”, his father told him, “If he’s the one for you you don’t have to worry. He’ll come back”. Kurt knows Blaine will come back, of course he knows. And he knows Blaine knows it, too.
“Well”, he thought, “Blaine did this to let me be happy while I’m here. Let’s at least make this work”. So he started to focus on his internship, on talking and meeting the right people and to let himself enjoy his time in New York as much as he can.
Fifteen days after the break-up (not that he’s counting) Kurt has a free afternoon at Vogue and finds himself wearing shorts and a McKinley Phys Ed t-shirt, because it’s time to finish the unpacking. He unpacks the three boxes tagged with “bedroom” and lets the one with “bathroom” for the last one. He moves it to the bathroom and wipes the sweat off his forehead before opening it and starting to put everything in place. His bathclothe, his shoe polish, a little carpet, some of his hair products (“so you were here”, Kurt thinks), a kit of bath accessories Carole got him and oh. He suddenly sees a pair of letters in a plain, navy blue background.
His heart skips a beat, because of course. Of course those would be here. Of course everything was going too much alright. Of course he only missed Blaine 25 hours a day.
Kurt takes one of the towels and stands up, just holding it and looking at his monogrammed initials in a corner of the dark fabric. He touches the letters, holding his breath. And remembers the day Blaine gave them to him. His stupid boyfriend had been grinning all day like an idiot and Kurt knew something was up. That was Blaine’s “just wait and see” smile (he had counted, at least, 72 of them). Once the day was over and they got in Blaine’s car to get to his house, Blaine let all the excitement out and told him “close your eyes”.
“Blaine, what’s up? I know something’s up, come on, tell me”
“Shh, wait a moment. Let me grab this for you. Here. You can open your eyes now.”
Kurt did, and saw Blaine holding a piece of deep blue, soft-looking fabric.
“Blaine… What’s this?”
“I know, I’m sorry. I had no time to wrap them. I’m sorry.”
“No, idiot. What’s this?”
“They’re monogrammed towels! It’s your graduation present!”
“Blaine… You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“But I wanted to. And I thought those would be useful. Because you know, you’re moving to a new place. And you’ll need towels. And this way you’ll think of me everytime you wash your hands and you won’t forget about me and-“
Kurt shut him up with a kiss Blaine wasn’t clearly expecting, and once he started kissing back, Kurt broke it, kissed his forehead and hugged him, burying his nose in his boyfriend’s neck and taking his scent in.
“How could I ever forget about you? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“I don’t know”, Blaine replied, tearing up, “I don’t know. I love you.”
“I love you too, silly. And thank you. I love them”, Kurt said, and leaned in to kiss him again.
Kurt sighs at the memories, and feels himself tearing up. Before he can ever realize he’s crying, crying hard, for the first time in almost two weeks. He kneels onto the floor, burying his head on his hands while he’s still holding the stupid towel. “Stupid Blaine, stupid, stupid!”, he cries and yells for all he’s got, and lets all the anger and pain and sadness go out. “I hate you, I hate you for doing this to me. I hate you for letting me down knowing I’d feel like shit. I hate you because you think you’re doing what’s best for me, and you have no fucking idea, Blaine. No idea.” He loses track of time and cries himself to sleep, curled on the bathroom floor and holding the towel, tired from all the crying.
The New York sky is dark when he wakes up, and it takes him a few moments to realize where he is. He sees the towel he’s holding, now all soaked, and the situation hits him again, but he stands up. He looks in the mirror and seems him with puffy eyes and messy hair, and thinks that a shower will be the best.
While he gets everything ready for the shower, he throws the towel into the laundry basket. “I love you, Blaine. And I know you’ll come back.”, he says to himself, “I’ll wait for you, but I need to be okay while I do”. And, also for the first time in almost two weeks, he smiles.
Everything’s gonna be alright.
End Notes: thanks for reading :) it's my first klaine writing in a few months, i hope you liked it!