Learning To Breathe Again (Chapter 13)
A/N: This is the final chapter. Thank you all for reading and commenting - I loved sharing this story with you and reading your responses. I hope you had a good time and come back to read my other stories one day :)
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CHAPTER 13. Surprises
Kurt felt like they were in a honeymoon phase now. Everything was Klaine - as Finn quickly christened them - and nothing hurt. They’d had their share of anxiety with the possibility of his transfer and then the break, but they got something good out of these experiences: absolute certainty that they were equally important for each other and both treated their love as more than a fleeting romance. They had no reason to doubt either themselves or each other after that, which cut the potential drama factor in their relationship considerably. There was enough drama waiting for them in the outside world. But for now, life seemed to give them a break at last.
The calm was disturbed only once.
It was a sunny Saturday in early May and Blaine was spending the weekend at the Hummel-Hudson house, as he did roughly every other week now. Puck and Santana were there again, even though Finn had gone out with Quinn. Nobody seemed to know when or why, but somewhere down the road it became a habit for those two to hang out with Kurt and Blaine. Kurt would have never believed it last year, but he actually started to think about them as friends.
He was just jamming with Puck now in the back garden and Blaine was sitting on the ground with Santana leaning against him, showing him pictures of the recent madness in the Glee practice on her digital camera, when there was a sharp gasp and a quiet Fuck. When Kurt turned, he saw Blaine white as a sheet, staring at Santana with wide, scared eyes.
“What happened? Blaine, talk to me. Blaine?” Unable to get any reaction, Kurt turned to the girl. “Santana?”
She just handed him the camera, her eyes never leaving Blaine, filled with unusual amount of concern. Puck was there now, looking over Kurt’s shoulder.
“Shit! San, I told you to erase those pictures!”
From the screen at the back of the camera, Eric was glaring at them coldly.
After a while, Blaine’s breathing came back to normal and he was able to speak again. He was sitting with his back against Kurt’s chest, facing the other two.
“Okay. Please, explain to me why do you have a picture of this guy in your camera. And not just any picture, but the picture that was on flyers advertising him as a rapist. And while you’re at it, you can tell me why neither of you seems to be surprised with my reaction to it.” He glanced accusingly at Kurt, who shook his head.
Puck started, “Dude, I’m sorry, we just…”
But Santana cut in.
“No, let me. I want to tell them, from the beginning.”
“You sure?” She just nodded once before speaking, her face taking on a distant expression.
“Almost a year ago, in July, I was assaulted.” Twin gasps sounded in the warm air. Puck extended his hand to the girl, who took it quickly. “I was at a club. A guy was hitting on me - he was hot, a businessman from out of town, in his thirties. He bought me drinks, we danced, we made out a little, it was cool. Then he wanted to go outside, to get some air, he said. I was a bit drunk, I thought he just wanted to make out some more. I thought I had it under control. He pulled me into an alley, told me to blow him. When I said no, he hit me. Then pinned me to the wall, tore off my underwear.” Santana’s voice was shaking, she made a pause to catch a breath. Kurt was biting his lip. Blaine’s eyes were wet. He took her other hand without a word. “He didn’t… I… Someone came, to take a leak I think. I managed to run. But it was so fucking close, his pants were already down, that’s why he didn’t catch me.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry…” Kurt didn’t know what to say. He’d never think that Santana, the queen bitch, the man eater, Satan herself, would hide such a secret under her spiky exterior.
“Yeah. Anyway, I knew I couldn’t tell anyone - I mean, who would believe me? In a leather mini, drunk, in a club with a fake I.D. and with my reputation? And nothing really happened, after all. So I tried to just forget it. But it wasn’t that easy.” Blaine nodded with understanding. “Then one day I was at Puckermann’s. We had a few drinks and it sort of… came out. He helped me deal with it, I guess. He was the only one I told about it, and now you two. I don’t want anyone else to know.”
They nodded solemnly, a promise without words.
Puck took over. “And then Finn told me what happened to you, man - don’t be mad, he just didn’t know how to deal with it and I’m his best friend, you know? And I didn’t tell anyone but San. She could never have her revenge on that bastard who attacked her, but I thought that maybe we could both screw it for some other fucking rapist. And we did, we roughed him up a bit, took some photos and made the flyers. Plastered it all over the campus and in town. We just wanted to make his life hell.”
“And in the process you managed to help the police put him in prison for 20 years.”
“Yeah, we heard from Finn. So it wasn’t entirely wrong, was it?” Santana looked at Blaine apologetically.
“No, Tanny. It was brilliant. Thank you.” He hugged her warmly, then shook Puck’s hand. “Both of you.”
***
The rest of the school year went by peacefully and Blaine was reveling in the calm. His therapy was slowly coming to an end, his grades were back to excellent and his family house stopped being a place of silence and cold and became a home again, where people talked about what mattered, ate together at least several evenings a week and smiled. His mother seemed happier than she had been in years; his father was still mostly distant, but then he’d always been that way.
His relationship with Kurt blossomed, solid and safe, making him look forward to every new day. He felt like he was falling in love again every single time they met and hoped that he’d always feel this little flutter in his chest the moment his eyes laid on the familiar lithe form appearing even after the shortest absence. He was drunk on love and enjoyed every minute they got to spend together, whether they were cuddling in Kurt’s bed, doing homework side by side or washing his car on a lazy Saturday morning. They haven’t moved any further physically, but it didn’t matter - they took their time discovering all the little nuances of making out, all the tiniest places that made each of them shiver and moan when kissed, licked, touched, sucked… It was so new to both of them, such an amazing discovery, that they didn’t want to lose anything racing on. And Blaine was sure now that when they went further one day, it would be because they wanted it with each other and not for any other reasons, including fighting demons of the past. Eric was a closed chapter, a scar that was still fresh and sore, but didn’t open to ooze and pester anymore. He was moving forward.
The circle of his friends expanded as he grew even closer with the unlikely duo of Tanny and Noah, and then got accepted with open arms into the rest of New Directions crazy mix at a party he helped them throw to celebrate Brittany’s birthday. After singing with them half the evening, he was even called a honorary member of their Glee club, though Rachel made him swear not to use it against them in a competition next year. He didn’t admit he was considering not competing against them at all.
He’d had a rough time these last months but now finally Blaine could feel he was getting where he wanted to be.
***
Lilian Anderson was enchanted. There was simply no other word for it. She was looking at the boy on the other side of their dinner table and couldn’t help the thought that she would have nothing against him becoming her son-in-law one day. She chided herself quickly - they were way too young for her to think about things like that already, but the fact was, Kurt Hummel appeared to be a perfect boyfriend for her son. He was witty and charming, well-mannered and polite, a little flamboyant, yes, but it suited him. He was easy to talk to, chatting with her about fashion and music, complimenting her on her cooking and interior design taste and at the same time winning Carl over, talking about cars and managing a small family company with his dad, and showing he knew exactly what he wanted, excitedly mentioning New York. It was impressive. But what most warmed her heart to the boy was the way he looked at Blaine. In his eyes and the soft smile there was care and tenderness, admiration and undeniable love. And Blaine responded with identical love-struck look. She had no doubt that her son’s heart was safe in Kurt’s hands.
***
The last Warblers’ meeting of the year wasn’t really a practice. The old council was reporting and stepping down to be replaced by three new faces chosen at the first meeting next year. Stories were exchanged, memories recalled. A few favorites of the year were sung, Teenage Dream among them, which made both Kurt and Blaine grin and blush. The seniors said their goodbyes, hugged and patted on their backs by everyone, more than one pair of eyes tearful. Then Wes stood up, council member ‘till the end.
“We have one more sad duty here. As we learned last week, Warbler Kurt won’t be returning to Dalton next year. Kurt, thank you for everything you taught us and all the time we spent together. It was a real pleasure having you among us. We hope you’ll be happy and safe back at McKinley, and that you’ll remember us fondly. If you face the Warblers next year as a member of New Directions, don’t you dare sing even a notch below your best. We’ll want to win fair and square.”
There was a storm of cheering and applause, and a moment of general chaos as everyone was coming up to say something or hug him. Kurt was deeply moved. He may not really fit in at Dalton, but he felt close to this tight-knitted group who took him in, accepted him and gave him his first competition solo, and he knew he would miss them almost as much as he would miss Blaine when he went back to his old school next year.
There was a banging of the gavel and Wes spoke once more, Blaine by his side.
“Warbler Blaine asked for permission to speak. Or sing, perhaps?”
Kurt smiled. Everyone seemed to wait for Blaine to serenade him as a goodbye gesture. He was curious himself. It would be… very Blaine, after all. But no, his boyfriend just shook his head and waited for silence before he spoke.
“Thank you. No, I will not sing this time. I have an announcement to make.”
Kurt’s heart beat faster. An announcement? What has this crazy man planned this time? Remembering the GAP Attack, he quietly prayed to whatever random deity it wasn’t a spectacle for him. He stood a bit straighter as Blaine continued.
“I wanted to thank you all for the continued support you gave me these last months. It really meant a lot and you have helped me tremendously in many difficult moments. I will be forever grateful for that. Which is why I’m even sadder to say that I’m leaving these walls as well.” A murmur ran through the room, incredulous voices asking, whispering, commenting. Blaine raised his hand and they went quiet immediately. “Most of you know that I came here because I was bullied - hard - in my old school. I came bruised, scared and shy. You made me confident. You gave me back my voice. You helped me discover a leader in myself and made me feel safe again. Dalton was a place where I healed and grew. It was a place that made me stronger.”
He looked right at Kurt now.
“And then I met Kurt and he stirred something in me. He made me braver. He showed me the real meaning of courage. And in these last months he and his family helped me to become stronger than ever and whole again. Now, I want more. The world is not like Dalton. For people like us, like me and Kurt, it’s not a safe place. And I need to learn to face the world. I’m going back to public school for my senior year. I hope that I’ll make it to the Glee club there and that next year I will meet you during a competition or another performance. I hope we’ll keep in touch wherever we are. Thank you for your friendship, your trust in me and all the time we sang together.”
Kurt was so stunned he barely blinked. He’d known nothing about Blaine’s plans. One question fluttered in his chest, yet he was afraid to ask it. But it flew from the crowd of boys saying goodbye to their leader.
“Where are you transferring?”
Blaine smiled brightly.
“McKinley High.”
***
Blaine was sitting on the vast veranda of his home, feeling absolutely surreal. He was openly holding hands with his smiling boyfriend while said boyfriend’s parents were chatting and laughing with his own over coffee and cookies just a few feet away. They had all just spent a lovely afternoon barbecuing. If was his mom’s idea, “an opportunity to finally meet properly, since you boys are dating”, as she said. It felt like a dream. It was better than a dream, because it was real.
He heard Kurt’s dad now.
“Do you have any family plans for the second week of July? We are going for a hiking trip for ten days and we were hoping to invite Blaine along - if he wanted to, of course.” Burt looked at him and Blaine grinned, surprised.
“I’d love to!”
Lilian looked at her husband, who said, “I have nothing against it, if it’s not a trouble to you. We will have quite a busy time at the company all July, so I’m sure Blaine would be happier with you all than home alone.”
“It’s no trouble at all, the more the merrier on such trips. And I’m sure it will curb Kurt’s whining considerably.” Burt winked at his son, who tried to look indignant, but then snorted with delighted laughter and hugged Blaine briefly.
“It’s gonna be amazing.”
Blaine knew it would. Ten long days with Kurt and his family, hiking, sleeping in tents, long evenings by a campfire, talking and singing... He couldn’t think of a better prospect.
“Actually, I wanted to ask you something too.” His father sounded awkward, and that didn’t happen often. Blaine looked at him, curiosity peaked.
“In two weeks we’re organizing a conference. It will be a big event, so we have a plane chartered to take the Ohio participants there and a whole hotel booked for this. And since there are a few free seats and rooms left, I thought the boys might like the opportunity to spend a week in New York. Kurt said he thinks of studying there and with the senior year so close it may be a chance to look at colleges as well. What do you think?” Carl looked between them and the Hummels, a hint of a smile in the corners of his lips.
Kurt eyes were wide, his mouth open. He looked so adorably stunned, Blaine had to laugh. But the truth was, he was shocked too. His parents had never taken him along at any of their company trips, even when he knew they could have. And now they wanted to take both of them. He couldn’t have asked for better proof of acceptance. He shot up and closed the space between them, hugging first his dad, then his mom, who looked surprised too, as if she didn’t know of this plan before.
“Oh my god, dad, it’s awesome! It would be great! Thank you!” He looked at Burt and Carole then, ready to beg if necessary. “You will let Kurt go, won’t you?”
Burt laughed. “Yes, we will. If you’re sure it won’t be a problem. And if he wants to, of course.”
“If I want to? Of course I want to! It’s a dream come true! Oh wow, thank you! All of you! I can’t believe it, we’re going to New York…” Kurt’s voice was high and breathless with excitement and he was bouncing on the spot, unable to stand still.
Blaine looked around with sparkling eyes, his heart brimming with happiness. It was going to be a beautiful summer. Two amazing trips and long, lazy days with Kurt and their friends in between.
Life was good.
THE END
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This is it. Sunshine and daisies and fluffy fluff. I’d really love to read your thoughts on this chapter and the whole story. So comment, pretty please :)
I have one more story in this ‘verse almost complete in my head, but it’s a smutty smut and I haven’t ventured into this territory yet, so we’ll see. Maybe one day…
Thank you again for reading and commenting!
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CHAPTER 13. Surprises
Kurt felt like they were in a honeymoon phase now. Everything was Klaine - as Finn quickly christened them - and nothing hurt. They’d had their share of anxiety with the possibility of his transfer and then the break, but they got something good out of these experiences: absolute certainty that they were equally important for each other and both treated their love as more than a fleeting romance. They had no reason to doubt either themselves or each other after that, which cut the potential drama factor in their relationship considerably. There was enough drama waiting for them in the outside world. But for now, life seemed to give them a break at last.
The calm was disturbed only once.
It was a sunny Saturday in early May and Blaine was spending the weekend at the Hummel-Hudson house, as he did roughly every other week now. Puck and Santana were there again, even though Finn had gone out with Quinn. Nobody seemed to know when or why, but somewhere down the road it became a habit for those two to hang out with Kurt and Blaine. Kurt would have never believed it last year, but he actually started to think about them as friends.
He was just jamming with Puck now in the back garden and Blaine was sitting on the ground with Santana leaning against him, showing him pictures of the recent madness in the Glee practice on her digital camera, when there was a sharp gasp and a quiet Fuck. When Kurt turned, he saw Blaine white as a sheet, staring at Santana with wide, scared eyes.
“What happened? Blaine, talk to me. Blaine?” Unable to get any reaction, Kurt turned to the girl. “Santana?”
She just handed him the camera, her eyes never leaving Blaine, filled with unusual amount of concern. Puck was there now, looking over Kurt’s shoulder.
“Shit! San, I told you to erase those pictures!”
From the screen at the back of the camera, Eric was glaring at them coldly.
After a while, Blaine’s breathing came back to normal and he was able to speak again. He was sitting with his back against Kurt’s chest, facing the other two.
“Okay. Please, explain to me why do you have a picture of this guy in your camera. And not just any picture, but the picture that was on flyers advertising him as a rapist. And while you’re at it, you can tell me why neither of you seems to be surprised with my reaction to it.” He glanced accusingly at Kurt, who shook his head.
Puck started, “Dude, I’m sorry, we just…”
But Santana cut in.
“No, let me. I want to tell them, from the beginning.”
“You sure?” She just nodded once before speaking, her face taking on a distant expression.
“Almost a year ago, in July, I was assaulted.” Twin gasps sounded in the warm air. Puck extended his hand to the girl, who took it quickly. “I was at a club. A guy was hitting on me - he was hot, a businessman from out of town, in his thirties. He bought me drinks, we danced, we made out a little, it was cool. Then he wanted to go outside, to get some air, he said. I was a bit drunk, I thought he just wanted to make out some more. I thought I had it under control. He pulled me into an alley, told me to blow him. When I said no, he hit me. Then pinned me to the wall, tore off my underwear.” Santana’s voice was shaking, she made a pause to catch a breath. Kurt was biting his lip. Blaine’s eyes were wet. He took her other hand without a word. “He didn’t… I… Someone came, to take a leak I think. I managed to run. But it was so fucking close, his pants were already down, that’s why he didn’t catch me.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry…” Kurt didn’t know what to say. He’d never think that Santana, the queen bitch, the man eater, Satan herself, would hide such a secret under her spiky exterior.
“Yeah. Anyway, I knew I couldn’t tell anyone - I mean, who would believe me? In a leather mini, drunk, in a club with a fake I.D. and with my reputation? And nothing really happened, after all. So I tried to just forget it. But it wasn’t that easy.” Blaine nodded with understanding. “Then one day I was at Puckermann’s. We had a few drinks and it sort of… came out. He helped me deal with it, I guess. He was the only one I told about it, and now you two. I don’t want anyone else to know.”
They nodded solemnly, a promise without words.
Puck took over. “And then Finn told me what happened to you, man - don’t be mad, he just didn’t know how to deal with it and I’m his best friend, you know? And I didn’t tell anyone but San. She could never have her revenge on that bastard who attacked her, but I thought that maybe we could both screw it for some other fucking rapist. And we did, we roughed him up a bit, took some photos and made the flyers. Plastered it all over the campus and in town. We just wanted to make his life hell.”
“And in the process you managed to help the police put him in prison for 20 years.”
“Yeah, we heard from Finn. So it wasn’t entirely wrong, was it?” Santana looked at Blaine apologetically.
“No, Tanny. It was brilliant. Thank you.” He hugged her warmly, then shook Puck’s hand. “Both of you.”
***
The rest of the school year went by peacefully and Blaine was reveling in the calm. His therapy was slowly coming to an end, his grades were back to excellent and his family house stopped being a place of silence and cold and became a home again, where people talked about what mattered, ate together at least several evenings a week and smiled. His mother seemed happier than she had been in years; his father was still mostly distant, but then he’d always been that way.
His relationship with Kurt blossomed, solid and safe, making him look forward to every new day. He felt like he was falling in love again every single time they met and hoped that he’d always feel this little flutter in his chest the moment his eyes laid on the familiar lithe form appearing even after the shortest absence. He was drunk on love and enjoyed every minute they got to spend together, whether they were cuddling in Kurt’s bed, doing homework side by side or washing his car on a lazy Saturday morning. They haven’t moved any further physically, but it didn’t matter - they took their time discovering all the little nuances of making out, all the tiniest places that made each of them shiver and moan when kissed, licked, touched, sucked… It was so new to both of them, such an amazing discovery, that they didn’t want to lose anything racing on. And Blaine was sure now that when they went further one day, it would be because they wanted it with each other and not for any other reasons, including fighting demons of the past. Eric was a closed chapter, a scar that was still fresh and sore, but didn’t open to ooze and pester anymore. He was moving forward.
The circle of his friends expanded as he grew even closer with the unlikely duo of Tanny and Noah, and then got accepted with open arms into the rest of New Directions crazy mix at a party he helped them throw to celebrate Brittany’s birthday. After singing with them half the evening, he was even called a honorary member of their Glee club, though Rachel made him swear not to use it against them in a competition next year. He didn’t admit he was considering not competing against them at all.
He’d had a rough time these last months but now finally Blaine could feel he was getting where he wanted to be.
***
Lilian Anderson was enchanted. There was simply no other word for it. She was looking at the boy on the other side of their dinner table and couldn’t help the thought that she would have nothing against him becoming her son-in-law one day. She chided herself quickly - they were way too young for her to think about things like that already, but the fact was, Kurt Hummel appeared to be a perfect boyfriend for her son. He was witty and charming, well-mannered and polite, a little flamboyant, yes, but it suited him. He was easy to talk to, chatting with her about fashion and music, complimenting her on her cooking and interior design taste and at the same time winning Carl over, talking about cars and managing a small family company with his dad, and showing he knew exactly what he wanted, excitedly mentioning New York. It was impressive. But what most warmed her heart to the boy was the way he looked at Blaine. In his eyes and the soft smile there was care and tenderness, admiration and undeniable love. And Blaine responded with identical love-struck look. She had no doubt that her son’s heart was safe in Kurt’s hands.
***
The last Warblers’ meeting of the year wasn’t really a practice. The old council was reporting and stepping down to be replaced by three new faces chosen at the first meeting next year. Stories were exchanged, memories recalled. A few favorites of the year were sung, Teenage Dream among them, which made both Kurt and Blaine grin and blush. The seniors said their goodbyes, hugged and patted on their backs by everyone, more than one pair of eyes tearful. Then Wes stood up, council member ‘till the end.
“We have one more sad duty here. As we learned last week, Warbler Kurt won’t be returning to Dalton next year. Kurt, thank you for everything you taught us and all the time we spent together. It was a real pleasure having you among us. We hope you’ll be happy and safe back at McKinley, and that you’ll remember us fondly. If you face the Warblers next year as a member of New Directions, don’t you dare sing even a notch below your best. We’ll want to win fair and square.”
There was a storm of cheering and applause, and a moment of general chaos as everyone was coming up to say something or hug him. Kurt was deeply moved. He may not really fit in at Dalton, but he felt close to this tight-knitted group who took him in, accepted him and gave him his first competition solo, and he knew he would miss them almost as much as he would miss Blaine when he went back to his old school next year.
There was a banging of the gavel and Wes spoke once more, Blaine by his side.
“Warbler Blaine asked for permission to speak. Or sing, perhaps?”
Kurt smiled. Everyone seemed to wait for Blaine to serenade him as a goodbye gesture. He was curious himself. It would be… very Blaine, after all. But no, his boyfriend just shook his head and waited for silence before he spoke.
“Thank you. No, I will not sing this time. I have an announcement to make.”
Kurt’s heart beat faster. An announcement? What has this crazy man planned this time? Remembering the GAP Attack, he quietly prayed to whatever random deity it wasn’t a spectacle for him. He stood a bit straighter as Blaine continued.
“I wanted to thank you all for the continued support you gave me these last months. It really meant a lot and you have helped me tremendously in many difficult moments. I will be forever grateful for that. Which is why I’m even sadder to say that I’m leaving these walls as well.” A murmur ran through the room, incredulous voices asking, whispering, commenting. Blaine raised his hand and they went quiet immediately. “Most of you know that I came here because I was bullied - hard - in my old school. I came bruised, scared and shy. You made me confident. You gave me back my voice. You helped me discover a leader in myself and made me feel safe again. Dalton was a place where I healed and grew. It was a place that made me stronger.”
He looked right at Kurt now.
“And then I met Kurt and he stirred something in me. He made me braver. He showed me the real meaning of courage. And in these last months he and his family helped me to become stronger than ever and whole again. Now, I want more. The world is not like Dalton. For people like us, like me and Kurt, it’s not a safe place. And I need to learn to face the world. I’m going back to public school for my senior year. I hope that I’ll make it to the Glee club there and that next year I will meet you during a competition or another performance. I hope we’ll keep in touch wherever we are. Thank you for your friendship, your trust in me and all the time we sang together.”
Kurt was so stunned he barely blinked. He’d known nothing about Blaine’s plans. One question fluttered in his chest, yet he was afraid to ask it. But it flew from the crowd of boys saying goodbye to their leader.
“Where are you transferring?”
Blaine smiled brightly.
“McKinley High.”
***
Blaine was sitting on the vast veranda of his home, feeling absolutely surreal. He was openly holding hands with his smiling boyfriend while said boyfriend’s parents were chatting and laughing with his own over coffee and cookies just a few feet away. They had all just spent a lovely afternoon barbecuing. If was his mom’s idea, “an opportunity to finally meet properly, since you boys are dating”, as she said. It felt like a dream. It was better than a dream, because it was real.
He heard Kurt’s dad now.
“Do you have any family plans for the second week of July? We are going for a hiking trip for ten days and we were hoping to invite Blaine along - if he wanted to, of course.” Burt looked at him and Blaine grinned, surprised.
“I’d love to!”
Lilian looked at her husband, who said, “I have nothing against it, if it’s not a trouble to you. We will have quite a busy time at the company all July, so I’m sure Blaine would be happier with you all than home alone.”
“It’s no trouble at all, the more the merrier on such trips. And I’m sure it will curb Kurt’s whining considerably.” Burt winked at his son, who tried to look indignant, but then snorted with delighted laughter and hugged Blaine briefly.
“It’s gonna be amazing.”
Blaine knew it would. Ten long days with Kurt and his family, hiking, sleeping in tents, long evenings by a campfire, talking and singing... He couldn’t think of a better prospect.
“Actually, I wanted to ask you something too.” His father sounded awkward, and that didn’t happen often. Blaine looked at him, curiosity peaked.
“In two weeks we’re organizing a conference. It will be a big event, so we have a plane chartered to take the Ohio participants there and a whole hotel booked for this. And since there are a few free seats and rooms left, I thought the boys might like the opportunity to spend a week in New York. Kurt said he thinks of studying there and with the senior year so close it may be a chance to look at colleges as well. What do you think?” Carl looked between them and the Hummels, a hint of a smile in the corners of his lips.
Kurt eyes were wide, his mouth open. He looked so adorably stunned, Blaine had to laugh. But the truth was, he was shocked too. His parents had never taken him along at any of their company trips, even when he knew they could have. And now they wanted to take both of them. He couldn’t have asked for better proof of acceptance. He shot up and closed the space between them, hugging first his dad, then his mom, who looked surprised too, as if she didn’t know of this plan before.
“Oh my god, dad, it’s awesome! It would be great! Thank you!” He looked at Burt and Carole then, ready to beg if necessary. “You will let Kurt go, won’t you?”
Burt laughed. “Yes, we will. If you’re sure it won’t be a problem. And if he wants to, of course.”
“If I want to? Of course I want to! It’s a dream come true! Oh wow, thank you! All of you! I can’t believe it, we’re going to New York…” Kurt’s voice was high and breathless with excitement and he was bouncing on the spot, unable to stand still.
Blaine looked around with sparkling eyes, his heart brimming with happiness. It was going to be a beautiful summer. Two amazing trips and long, lazy days with Kurt and their friends in between.
Life was good.
THE END
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This is it. Sunshine and daisies and fluffy fluff. I’d really love to read your thoughts on this chapter and the whole story. So comment, pretty please :)
I have one more story in this ‘verse almost complete in my head, but it’s a smutty smut and I haven’t ventured into this territory yet, so we’ll see. Maybe one day…
Thank you again for reading and commenting!