Savin' Me (Chapter 7/7)
Title: Savin’ Me
Genre: angst, future!fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: miscommunication, mentions of self-harm (in one chapter only), angst galore, unbetaed
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters are not mine, I put them away when I’m done playing with them.
Word Count: ~1200 in this part, ~14 400 total
Summary: It was a time of talking and singing, discoveries and first times, courage and acceptance, dreams and plans. It was supposed to last forever. It ended entirely too soon, a year ago, in their favorite New York café.
Chapter summary: Blaine has a plan. It's pretty awesome.
Author's Note: This is the last, short chapter. Look, finally some fluff after all this angst! :)
Thank you so much for reading. Please let me know if you liked the story - this is the first time I've shown any of my writing to anyone and I'd love to know what you think :)
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<-- Chapter 6
CHAPTER 7
Dinner - Blaine makes simple pasta and salad - is a quiet affair, but they are comfortable with each other. Kurt looks looser somehow, more relaxed, as if the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders. They spend the evening talking, never out of topics, like they were trying to make up for the year of non-communication. Frankly, they are. Finally Kurt starts yawning in the middle of sentences and it’s time for bed.
“Do you want me to sleep on the couch?”
“No. Would you mind sleeping with… um, next to me again? It would…”
“… make the waking up better? Sure.”
They carefully keep their distance in bed, but just before his breathing evens out, Kurt reaches for Blaine’s hand in the darkness. It fits as perfectly as ever.
Blaine keeps thinking, considering, weighing his emotions long into the night, holding Kurt’s hand like an anchor. When he falls asleep hours later, he already has a plan.
A soft gasp wakes him up in the morning, then a cool hand on his cheek. Somehow they ended up entangled in each other.
“You’re really here” he hears a soft whisper and opens his eyes to find Kurt’s amazed face inches from his own. He feels his body react to the proximity, the familiar smell and touch he missed all along, and he adjusts his hips minutely, so that Kurt doesn’t notice.
“Hi” he smiles. “So who showers first?”
It’s so easy, their morning together, making breakfast, lazy conversation over coffee. It’s just as it was supposed to be a year ago, and Blaine feels last of the doubts concerning his plan disappear.
“Okay, I want to ask you something” he says after they finish clearing up the dishes, and he can see anxiety snapping right back into Kurt’s relaxed features, his shoulders tensing momentarily. They sit at the tiny kitchen table, coffee in their hands.
“Kurt, how much do you care about this place?”
“What?” It’s evidently not a question he’s been expecting.
“Your apartment. How much do you like it?”
“Honestly? I hate it. It’s shabby, it’s overpriced and it’s seen the worst year of my life. Why?”
“Your lease should be up soon if I’m correct?”
“Next month. Again, why?”
“Will you move in with me?”
After Kurt jokingly accused him of trying to kill him with his first I love you years ago, Blaine learned not to say important things when the other person is swallowing. Which is a good thing, because right now Kurt manages to choke on air, without any additional help.
“What?!” he exclaims as soon as he stops coughing.
“It’s a two-bedroom apartment, so that’s not a problem. I’ve just prolonged the lease for another year. It’s much nicer than this one and the neighborhood is safer. And it would be easier for both of us, financially. But what’s most important, we could spend more time together this way, and I could be there for you whenever you need me. You know, make sure you sleep and eat properly, since you really seem to have no idea how to take good care of Kurt” he winks. “I told you, you’re my best friend and I want you back in my life. I’m not trying to pressure you into anything, it would be just sharing the apartment with your friend. And I’m not a difficult flatmate, I promise.”
“I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes. Please, please say yes.”
“Yes.”
“Really?” Blaine can’t control the crazy grin.
“Yes. Really. Oh god, really. I can’t believe it. You really want me back in your life.”
“Of course I do! I told you. Now, finish your coffee and let’s go get some boxes to start packing.”
“What, now?”
“Why wait? We’ll move you today. I don’t want you out of my sight and I have time today to help you pack. Let’s just do it, what do you say?”
“Okay…” Kurt looks a bit dazed.
They are done by six and Kurt loves the apartment, just as Blaine always knew he would. They go for a celebratory dinner to a nearby Italian place and over desserts Blaine passes his new flatmate a black velvet box.
“It’s been waiting for you.”
Kurt can’t speak through the tears.
On the third night of waking up every few hours to the choked screams or sobs coming from the second bedroom, Blaine just gathers Kurt in his arms without waking him up and carries him to his own bed. It’s huge and they are both much more rested this way, so they end up sleeping together every night afterwards. It’s just practical, okay? If they wake up in each other’s embrace each morning, neither complains.
They are good together. They fit. They are comfortable sharing their space. They are close, but not intimate. They are best friends.
Kurt goes with Blaine to one of his gigs one night and they end up singing some killer duets. Soon they perform together almost every time. People love it. They even start to develop their own fan base.
One day over lunch in a local café, when Kurt goes to the restroom, two handsome men come up to their table.
“Hey man. Sorry to interrupt. You don’t know us, but we just wanted to offer a word of warning. We’ve seen you’re with Kurt.”
Blaine’s eyebrows shoot up.
“He’s amazing, but don’t fall for him, if you haven’t already. He’s going to break your heart. It’s not worth it. Believe us, we’ve both been there.”
Oh. So they must be among Kurt’s last year conquests… Blaine just smiles.
“I think I’ll take my chances.”
It’s August and they are on a picnic in the park. It’s a beautiful warm day and they have everything they need - the checkered blanket, wicker basket with food and lemonade, books. They both look better, happier, more relaxed than two months ago. They feel better too. They really feel quite good actually. Kurt has gained some weight and the diagonal scar on his forearm begins to fade. There are no new ones anywhere on his body. His problems are far from gone, but he isn’t alone anymore, and Blaine made him promise to always come talk to him when things get worse, so he does. It helps. His eyes are sparkling now and he laughs easily. Blaine can’t take his eyes off him.
These past two months, they’ve spent countless hours talking, about everything. Kurt knows that Blaine still feels guilty, probably always will. Blaine is aware that Kurt still believes he’ll never be good enough after all he’s been through. They both know they still love each other in spite of everything, probably deeper than ever, and neither wants anyone else.
That day in the park they decide they’ve lost enough time already. It won’t always be easy, they will probably argue and doubt themselves (but never each other), they will have problems and fight their demons, but they will always, always talk. And it will always be worth it.
When they kiss, it tastes like peaches and lemonade and new beginnings.
Genre: angst, future!fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: miscommunication, mentions of self-harm (in one chapter only), angst galore, unbetaed
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters are not mine, I put them away when I’m done playing with them.
Word Count: ~1200 in this part, ~14 400 total
Summary: It was a time of talking and singing, discoveries and first times, courage and acceptance, dreams and plans. It was supposed to last forever. It ended entirely too soon, a year ago, in their favorite New York café.
Chapter summary: Blaine has a plan. It's pretty awesome.
Author's Note: This is the last, short chapter. Look, finally some fluff after all this angst! :)
Thank you so much for reading. Please let me know if you liked the story - this is the first time I've shown any of my writing to anyone and I'd love to know what you think :)
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<-- Chapter 6
CHAPTER 7
Dinner - Blaine makes simple pasta and salad - is a quiet affair, but they are comfortable with each other. Kurt looks looser somehow, more relaxed, as if the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders. They spend the evening talking, never out of topics, like they were trying to make up for the year of non-communication. Frankly, they are. Finally Kurt starts yawning in the middle of sentences and it’s time for bed.
“Do you want me to sleep on the couch?”
“No. Would you mind sleeping with… um, next to me again? It would…”
“… make the waking up better? Sure.”
They carefully keep their distance in bed, but just before his breathing evens out, Kurt reaches for Blaine’s hand in the darkness. It fits as perfectly as ever.
Blaine keeps thinking, considering, weighing his emotions long into the night, holding Kurt’s hand like an anchor. When he falls asleep hours later, he already has a plan.
A soft gasp wakes him up in the morning, then a cool hand on his cheek. Somehow they ended up entangled in each other.
“You’re really here” he hears a soft whisper and opens his eyes to find Kurt’s amazed face inches from his own. He feels his body react to the proximity, the familiar smell and touch he missed all along, and he adjusts his hips minutely, so that Kurt doesn’t notice.
“Hi” he smiles. “So who showers first?”
It’s so easy, their morning together, making breakfast, lazy conversation over coffee. It’s just as it was supposed to be a year ago, and Blaine feels last of the doubts concerning his plan disappear.
“Okay, I want to ask you something” he says after they finish clearing up the dishes, and he can see anxiety snapping right back into Kurt’s relaxed features, his shoulders tensing momentarily. They sit at the tiny kitchen table, coffee in their hands.
“Kurt, how much do you care about this place?”
“What?” It’s evidently not a question he’s been expecting.
“Your apartment. How much do you like it?”
“Honestly? I hate it. It’s shabby, it’s overpriced and it’s seen the worst year of my life. Why?”
“Your lease should be up soon if I’m correct?”
“Next month. Again, why?”
“Will you move in with me?”
After Kurt jokingly accused him of trying to kill him with his first I love you years ago, Blaine learned not to say important things when the other person is swallowing. Which is a good thing, because right now Kurt manages to choke on air, without any additional help.
“What?!” he exclaims as soon as he stops coughing.
“It’s a two-bedroom apartment, so that’s not a problem. I’ve just prolonged the lease for another year. It’s much nicer than this one and the neighborhood is safer. And it would be easier for both of us, financially. But what’s most important, we could spend more time together this way, and I could be there for you whenever you need me. You know, make sure you sleep and eat properly, since you really seem to have no idea how to take good care of Kurt” he winks. “I told you, you’re my best friend and I want you back in my life. I’m not trying to pressure you into anything, it would be just sharing the apartment with your friend. And I’m not a difficult flatmate, I promise.”
“I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes. Please, please say yes.”
“Yes.”
“Really?” Blaine can’t control the crazy grin.
“Yes. Really. Oh god, really. I can’t believe it. You really want me back in your life.”
“Of course I do! I told you. Now, finish your coffee and let’s go get some boxes to start packing.”
“What, now?”
“Why wait? We’ll move you today. I don’t want you out of my sight and I have time today to help you pack. Let’s just do it, what do you say?”
“Okay…” Kurt looks a bit dazed.
They are done by six and Kurt loves the apartment, just as Blaine always knew he would. They go for a celebratory dinner to a nearby Italian place and over desserts Blaine passes his new flatmate a black velvet box.
“It’s been waiting for you.”
Kurt can’t speak through the tears.
On the third night of waking up every few hours to the choked screams or sobs coming from the second bedroom, Blaine just gathers Kurt in his arms without waking him up and carries him to his own bed. It’s huge and they are both much more rested this way, so they end up sleeping together every night afterwards. It’s just practical, okay? If they wake up in each other’s embrace each morning, neither complains.
They are good together. They fit. They are comfortable sharing their space. They are close, but not intimate. They are best friends.
Kurt goes with Blaine to one of his gigs one night and they end up singing some killer duets. Soon they perform together almost every time. People love it. They even start to develop their own fan base.
One day over lunch in a local café, when Kurt goes to the restroom, two handsome men come up to their table.
“Hey man. Sorry to interrupt. You don’t know us, but we just wanted to offer a word of warning. We’ve seen you’re with Kurt.”
Blaine’s eyebrows shoot up.
“He’s amazing, but don’t fall for him, if you haven’t already. He’s going to break your heart. It’s not worth it. Believe us, we’ve both been there.”
Oh. So they must be among Kurt’s last year conquests… Blaine just smiles.
“I think I’ll take my chances.”
It’s August and they are on a picnic in the park. It’s a beautiful warm day and they have everything they need - the checkered blanket, wicker basket with food and lemonade, books. They both look better, happier, more relaxed than two months ago. They feel better too. They really feel quite good actually. Kurt has gained some weight and the diagonal scar on his forearm begins to fade. There are no new ones anywhere on his body. His problems are far from gone, but he isn’t alone anymore, and Blaine made him promise to always come talk to him when things get worse, so he does. It helps. His eyes are sparkling now and he laughs easily. Blaine can’t take his eyes off him.
These past two months, they’ve spent countless hours talking, about everything. Kurt knows that Blaine still feels guilty, probably always will. Blaine is aware that Kurt still believes he’ll never be good enough after all he’s been through. They both know they still love each other in spite of everything, probably deeper than ever, and neither wants anyone else.
That day in the park they decide they’ve lost enough time already. It won’t always be easy, they will probably argue and doubt themselves (but never each other), they will have problems and fight their demons, but they will always, always talk. And it will always be worth it.
When they kiss, it tastes like peaches and lemonade and new beginnings.