tooklainetofunction
Dec. 2, 2011, 1:26 p.m.
Perfect
Blaine goes to comfort Kurt when Kurt finds out he didn't win student elections.
K - Words: 1,137 - Last Updated: Dec 02, 2011 1,043 0 0 2 Categories: Cotton Candy Fluff, Romance, Songfics, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Tags: OMG CREYS, hurt/comfort,
Author's Notes: Just a quick one-shot I did, inspired by the song and what I had hoped the performance would be :)
Kurt stood on the stage, staring out into the deserted auditorium. The empty seats seemed to be mocking him, as if they knew his fears, that he would never stand again on a stage with a full audience staring up at him. The lights were all off except for one glaring down right on him. He blinked furiously as he stared down at his shaking hands, which held a piece of paper that read ‘Student President 2012-2013; Brittany Pierce’.
Rereading it for the hundredth time was too much for the porcelain-skinned boy, and he fell to his knees, unable to hold back the tears that were building up behind his crystal-blue eyes. He suppressed a sob, pressing his lips together as his shoulders shook with the effort. It was all over. He hadn’t won the election. But it wasn’t just the election he had lost. He had lost the chance to do something constructive with this school, and in the back of his mind, he knew what the lost election meant; that he was stuck here forever. NYADA would never consider him now. That election was what was going to get him out of here.
But no, that was all over now. Kurt’s entire world was falling apart as he sat there, and it was all he could do not to just curl up in a ball and surrender to the claustrophobia that was threatening to overcome him. His mind was racing a thousand miles a second, and yet, through all of the pain that he was filled with, one song kept coming back to him.
He wiped his puffy eyes and slowly forced himself to stand up, his stance a little wobbly. His lips trembled but he opened his mouth all the same and began to sing.
“Made a wrong turn, once or twice. Dug my way out, blood and fire.”
Blaine ran down the hallway, his breathing heavy. He’d looked for Kurt everywhere. Ever since the election results, Blaine hadn’t been able to find his boyfriend anywhere. Vaguely he thought Kurt didn’t want to be found, but he shoved that thought out of his head. He was about to leave and go drive to Kurt’s house, but then the obvious struck him. The auditorium. He spun around and to confirm his hunch, he heard Kurt’s voice echoing through the auditorium doors. He felt a pang as his heart broke. The voice was so desolate and filled with pain and fear, it was all Blaine could do to not cry at the sound.
He went around the back and slowly walked up the left wing. He felt another pang as he saw Kurt’s back to him, and by the way Kurt was standing, you’d have thought he was holding the entire world on his slender shoulders as he sang.
“Bad decisions, that’s alright. Welcome to my silly life,” Kurt looked up from the stage floor and back out to the dark auditorium. His voice became a little stronger as he continued to sing through his tears. “Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood, miss ‘no way it’s all good’, it didn’t slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated, look I’m still around.”
Kurt heard footsteps behind him, and he could barely suppress the sob that surfaced when he saw Blaine approaching him with tears in his eyes. He held out his hand, and Kurt grasped onto it like a lifeline, and Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hand as he began singing along.
“Pretty pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel, like you’re less than, less than perfect,” Blaine’s eyes started into Kurt’s, and he hoped that Kurt could see how much he meant these lyrics right now.
“Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you’re nothing, you are perfect to me,” Kurt’s voice wavered as he stared at Blaine, hoping Blaine could see how thankful he was that he was here.
They stood side by side, grasping each other’s hands. Blaine was glad, for once, that the auditorium was empty while they sang. This wasn’t for anyone but themselves.
Kurt turned to Blaine as he sang, grabbing Blaine’s other hand and holding it to his chest. “You’re so mean, when you talk about yourself, you are wrong. Change the voices, in your head; make them like you instead.” This time, it was Kurt’s turn to squeeze Blaine’s hand as both of their minds were filled with memories. Memories of Blaine’s father yelling at him, calling him a disappointment. Memories of Kurt being shoved against lockers over and over again.
“So complicated, look how big you’ll make it, filled with so much hatred, such a tired game,” Kurt blinked through the tears, thinking about how all of his dreams were falling apart.
“I’ve done all I can think of, chased down all my demons, see you do the same,” Blaine stared at Kurt, thinking about how this boy motivated him to confront everything in his past.
Their voices soared as they began singing. “Pretty pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel like you’re less than, less than perfect. Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you’re nothing, you are perfect, to me.”
Blaine begins talking the next part, and Kurt can’t help but half-chuckle, half-sob at his boyfriend’s attempt to get him to smile. “The world stares while I swallow the fear, the only thing I should be drinking is an ice-cold beer. So cool in lying and we tried tried tried, but we try too hard and it’s a waste of my time. Done looking for the critics ‘cause they’re everywhere, they don’t like my genes, they don’t get my hair. Stringe ourselves and we do it all the time, why do we do that? Why do I do that?”
“Why do I do that?” Kurt whispered, and it was a question Blaine knew neither of them could answer.
“Ohhh, pretty pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel, like you’re less than, less than perfect! Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel, like you’re nothing, you are perfect to me!”
The song came to an end, and they just stared at each other before Kurt couldn’t hold it all in anymore and he hugged Blaine tightly, crying into his shoulder. Blaine hugged him tightly, trying to stop his own tears from falling. “Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered, rubbing his boyfriend’s back. “You’re perfect to me, and maybe one day that’ll be enough.”
Kurt stopped crying long enough to realise that, despite the fact he might not get into NYADA, not all of his dreams had fallen apart. There was still one in his arms.
He looked up and kissed Blaine through his tears. It was salty and sad, but there was a hint of happiness in it, and he knew that this boy was the definition of ‘perfect’ to him. “It’s already more than enough,” he whispered, holding his forehead against Blaine’s and closing his eyes.
Rereading it for the hundredth time was too much for the porcelain-skinned boy, and he fell to his knees, unable to hold back the tears that were building up behind his crystal-blue eyes. He suppressed a sob, pressing his lips together as his shoulders shook with the effort. It was all over. He hadn’t won the election. But it wasn’t just the election he had lost. He had lost the chance to do something constructive with this school, and in the back of his mind, he knew what the lost election meant; that he was stuck here forever. NYADA would never consider him now. That election was what was going to get him out of here.
But no, that was all over now. Kurt’s entire world was falling apart as he sat there, and it was all he could do not to just curl up in a ball and surrender to the claustrophobia that was threatening to overcome him. His mind was racing a thousand miles a second, and yet, through all of the pain that he was filled with, one song kept coming back to him.
He wiped his puffy eyes and slowly forced himself to stand up, his stance a little wobbly. His lips trembled but he opened his mouth all the same and began to sing.
“Made a wrong turn, once or twice. Dug my way out, blood and fire.”
Blaine ran down the hallway, his breathing heavy. He’d looked for Kurt everywhere. Ever since the election results, Blaine hadn’t been able to find his boyfriend anywhere. Vaguely he thought Kurt didn’t want to be found, but he shoved that thought out of his head. He was about to leave and go drive to Kurt’s house, but then the obvious struck him. The auditorium. He spun around and to confirm his hunch, he heard Kurt’s voice echoing through the auditorium doors. He felt a pang as his heart broke. The voice was so desolate and filled with pain and fear, it was all Blaine could do to not cry at the sound.
He went around the back and slowly walked up the left wing. He felt another pang as he saw Kurt’s back to him, and by the way Kurt was standing, you’d have thought he was holding the entire world on his slender shoulders as he sang.
“Bad decisions, that’s alright. Welcome to my silly life,” Kurt looked up from the stage floor and back out to the dark auditorium. His voice became a little stronger as he continued to sing through his tears. “Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood, miss ‘no way it’s all good’, it didn’t slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated, look I’m still around.”
Kurt heard footsteps behind him, and he could barely suppress the sob that surfaced when he saw Blaine approaching him with tears in his eyes. He held out his hand, and Kurt grasped onto it like a lifeline, and Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hand as he began singing along.
“Pretty pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel, like you’re less than, less than perfect,” Blaine’s eyes started into Kurt’s, and he hoped that Kurt could see how much he meant these lyrics right now.
“Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you’re nothing, you are perfect to me,” Kurt’s voice wavered as he stared at Blaine, hoping Blaine could see how thankful he was that he was here.
They stood side by side, grasping each other’s hands. Blaine was glad, for once, that the auditorium was empty while they sang. This wasn’t for anyone but themselves.
Kurt turned to Blaine as he sang, grabbing Blaine’s other hand and holding it to his chest. “You’re so mean, when you talk about yourself, you are wrong. Change the voices, in your head; make them like you instead.” This time, it was Kurt’s turn to squeeze Blaine’s hand as both of their minds were filled with memories. Memories of Blaine’s father yelling at him, calling him a disappointment. Memories of Kurt being shoved against lockers over and over again.
“So complicated, look how big you’ll make it, filled with so much hatred, such a tired game,” Kurt blinked through the tears, thinking about how all of his dreams were falling apart.
“I’ve done all I can think of, chased down all my demons, see you do the same,” Blaine stared at Kurt, thinking about how this boy motivated him to confront everything in his past.
Their voices soared as they began singing. “Pretty pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel like you’re less than, less than perfect. Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you’re nothing, you are perfect, to me.”
Blaine begins talking the next part, and Kurt can’t help but half-chuckle, half-sob at his boyfriend’s attempt to get him to smile. “The world stares while I swallow the fear, the only thing I should be drinking is an ice-cold beer. So cool in lying and we tried tried tried, but we try too hard and it’s a waste of my time. Done looking for the critics ‘cause they’re everywhere, they don’t like my genes, they don’t get my hair. Stringe ourselves and we do it all the time, why do we do that? Why do I do that?”
“Why do I do that?” Kurt whispered, and it was a question Blaine knew neither of them could answer.
“Ohhh, pretty pretty please, don’t you ever ever feel, like you’re less than, less than perfect! Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel, like you’re nothing, you are perfect to me!”
The song came to an end, and they just stared at each other before Kurt couldn’t hold it all in anymore and he hugged Blaine tightly, crying into his shoulder. Blaine hugged him tightly, trying to stop his own tears from falling. “Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered, rubbing his boyfriend’s back. “You’re perfect to me, and maybe one day that’ll be enough.”
Kurt stopped crying long enough to realise that, despite the fact he might not get into NYADA, not all of his dreams had fallen apart. There was still one in his arms.
He looked up and kissed Blaine through his tears. It was salty and sad, but there was a hint of happiness in it, and he knew that this boy was the definition of ‘perfect’ to him. “It’s already more than enough,” he whispered, holding his forehead against Blaine’s and closing his eyes.