There Comes You 6/7
Title: There Comes You
Author: lovedarrencriss (tumblr) or escape4ever16 (LJ)
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: A notice: I wrote this story before Cory's death and in this story Finn stayed in the army. Finn does not die in this story. That being said, there is an emotional moment in this story where Kurt is shaken up by the idea of Finn possibly dying in the line of fire. Again, I did not write this after Cory's death. I have re-considered many things, but I've decided not to change what I wrote. It may be more emotional now, than I originally intended, but I'd like to keep that small part in there for the sake of my story.
Word Count: 15,427
Summary: Blaine Anderson has always worked backstage, but he's got a little black book full of secrets and one of them is that he's in love with the star of the show; Kurt Hummel. There's only one problem. Kurt is already engaged to a handsome lawyer-to-be. When Santana steps in to play matchmaker things go upside down. Kurt re-discovers himself and Blaine treads a fine line between just friends and something more. Also, Papa Bear Hummel always knows the right thing to say.
Author's Note: A HUGE thanks to my lovely beta chaseandcatch (livejournal) who did some fantastic work in a very short amount of time! <3 And I couldn't have been more fortunate than to have dorathebrit (livejournal) animateglee (tumblr) as my artist who made my story come to life before my eyes! Thank you so much! <3
As much as Santana’s listening ear and ice cream had helped Kurt that night, he still doesn’t feel any closer to knowing what he wants, so he does what any adult with a college education and his own apartment would do; he calls his dad.
It’d been far too long since he’d called home anyway, so much so that when his dad answers the phone on the second ring with a gruff ‘hello?’ it brings tears to his eyes.
“Hi, Dad,” he murmurs. He’s glad Santana went out to the bar tonight, it means he doesn’t have to worry about her spotting him as he curls his knees up to chest and presses the phone a little closer to his ear, as if it’ll make him closer to his dad somehow.
“Kurt? Well hey there, Bud!” Burt sounds overjoyed, “You haven’t called in awhile, we miss you out here! How’s the big city treatin’ ya?” he asks.
“I miss you too, Dad.” Kurt’s voice wavers for a moment, “Listen…I messed up, Dad.”
And just like that, Burt Hummel’s sitting down in his favorite chair and telling Kurt to start at the beginning in the same calm voice that makes Kurt’s world feel a little less unstable.
Kurt tells him everything; from the professional past he and Blaine have together, to that first night at the bar when he started to really notice Blaine, all the way through the fight with Cayden, right up to staying at Santana’s.
“I-I don’t know what to do, Dad,” Kurt says, breath hitching. “I t-think I might be in love with him.”
“This Blaine kid,” Burt starts, “does he make you happy?”
Tears collect at the corner of Kurt’s eyes as he thinks about the way Blaine’s always there for him and how well they go together, how sometimes his heart skips a beat when he sees him smile.
“Y-yeah, Dad.” Guilt squeezes Kurt’s throat tight and makes him choke a little around a sob because it’s not fair.
“He makes me really happy.”
“And Cayden?” his father asks.
“I still love him,” Kurt says automatically; a reflex.
Burt hears the lie.
“Do you love him or are you in love with him?” he asks.
That trips Kurt up and just as he opens his mouth to say of course he’s in love with Cayden, the words get stuck in his throat.
“Oh god,” Kurt mumbles, eyes widening as it slams home.
Burt nods even though Kurt can’t see him.
“I think,” Burt says slowly, “you know what you need to do and Kurt, just because you change your mind to find happiness, it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. When I lost your mother, I didn’t think I’d ever be happy again…but then Carole came along.” He pauses to smile, thinking about his lovely wife.'
“Carole doesn’t replace your mother, but she makes me happier than I’ve been in a long time. I guess what I’m trying to say is you don’t need to feel guilty for falling in love with someone else, Kurt.”
The tears that had been threatening to fall finally start to run down Kurt’s cheeks.
“T-thanks, Dad,” he gets out.
“You gonna be okay by the time we all get down there to see your show?” Burt asks.
“You’re coming to the show?” Kurt asks in surprise as he wipes his tears away; usually Kurt’s family couldn’t afford to make it out to his shows, and it’d been almost a year since they’d seen Kurt perform live. Kurt always sent them tickets though, if anything just so Carole could put them into the growing scrapbook she’d made of Kurt’s blossoming career.
“Of course we are!” Burt sounds offended as he responds. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world! Carole’s been dying to see you, she keeps complaining about not having anyone to talk to about clothes with anymore.”
A laugh bursts through Kurt’s lips, surprising him with the sudden bout of homesickness it brings with it. He misses his family so much. When he went and stayed with them after Finn’s injury it hadn’t been light-hearted enough to allow Kurt
to feel the satisfaction of coming home.
“I can’t wait to see you guys,” he says, rubbing a hand over his cheek and feeling his mouth stretch into a genuine smile for the first time in a week.
“We’ll be there; front row too. Now, I think you’ve got some stuff to figure out,” Burt says. “Call if you need anything, Bud.”
“I will. I love you, Dad,” Kurt says quietly, a smile still tugging as his lips.
“Love you too, Kiddo,” Burt says gently.
Kurt hangs up first since he knows his dad isn’t going to until he does. He curls up against the couch pillows and lets out a deep breath, feeling some of the weight slip off his shoulders.
Suddenly, everything is so much clearer to him. He knows what he wants and he knows what he needs to do.
***
He’d told Cayden to meet him in Central Park. He didn’t want to be at the apartment when he did this; for some reason, he knew it wouldn’t have felt right just sitting on a couch or at the dinning table.
Kurt held Cayden’s cappuccino in his right hand, his own nonfat mocha in the left as he waited for Cayden to meet him. Kurt sees him when he enters the edge of the park, walking towards him. He looks over Cayden’s tousled hair and the reading glasses he’s still wearing even though his nose isn’t buried in law books at the moment, it makes his heart constrict, some of the guilt creeping back up. He takes a deep calming breath before Cayden finally stops a couple feet in front of him.
“Hi,” Kurt says, before remembering the drink in his hand and holding it out. He knows it’s Cayden’s favorite.
“Thanks.”
Kurt nods and slips both his hands around his own drink.
“I thought we could walk while we talked,” Kurt offers, starting to lead Cayden onto a path.
They walk in silence for a while, occasionally sipping at their drinks. It’s only when they’ve reached a more secluded spot that Cayden stops walking and says Kurt’s name softly.
“You’re choosing him, aren’t you?” he asks.
Kurt stops too and turns to face Cayden. “I still love you,” Kurt starts, having to focus his gaze on Cayden’s lapel because as much as he wants to look him in the eye and give him the honest truth, it’s a lot harder then Kurt had expected.
“But you’re not in love with me,” Cayden finishes slowly with a small nod. He looks down at his shoes and kicks a rock into the grass.
His words make Kurt’s head snap up, eyes searching over what he can see of the mans face in front of him.
Cayden looks up slowly after a moment and meets Kurt’s gaze and he doesn’t look heartbroken, Kurt decides. He just looks… weary.
“You expected me to say that, didn’t you?” Kurt asks softly.
“I know we haven’t spent that much time together these past couple months with our crazy schedules and everything, but the glimpses I’ve seen of you lately - I’ve never seen you this happy,” Cayden says softly, “And I knew I wasn’t the one making you like that.”
Kurt bites his lower lip, the guilt tugging at his gut. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”
Cayden nods, “I know.” He looks at his shoes again for a moment.
Suddenly, Kurt thinks he knows what he needs to say. “I don’t want you to think that any of this is your fault. You’re a wonderful guy, Cayden - really, you are! Any guy would be more than lucky to have you,” Kurt says, attempting to show his sincerity, “it’s just that…I’m not that guy.”
Kurt steps closer and lifts his hand up to cup Cayden’s cheek gently. He doesn’t waver as he leans in and kisses Cayden’s lips softly. “I love you,” Kurt whispers, as he pulls away, “But someone out there can love you more and better than me.”
Cayden’s eyes are watering and before Kurt loses his resolve, he reaches down into his jacket pocket, pulls out the ring and holds it up.
Cayden nods and holds out his free hand for the ring, accepting it.
“I’m always going to be here for you,” Kurt says, not sure what else to do or say.
“Blaine’s a lucky guy,” Cayden finally says, sniffling a little and pulling himself together.
Kurt smiles softly, but confidently. “Not as lucky as the guy who’s going to win your heart.”
Cayden nods again and Kurt’s a little surprised when he moves in for a hug. Kurt hugs back though, careful not to spill coffee anywhere.
“Bye, Kurt,” he says as he pulls away, looking a little watery still.
“Bye, Cayden,” Kurt responds, squeezing Cayden’s hand that he’s still holding before letting go and walking away.
Kurt doesn’t feel happy as he makes his way out of the park, but the weight on his shoulders is much lighter. Relief courses through his veins and makes him feel like he can breathe again. He might not be happy in that moment, but he knows he will be eventually and he has faith that Cayden will move on to bigger and better things. He’s beginning to believe that everything really will be okay.
***
“Hey, Greg?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s your opinion on bowties?” Blaine asks tentatively.
Greg raises an eyebrow and glances at Blaine from where he’s working in front of the soundboard.
“This doesn’t have something to do with Kurt does it?” Greg asks. He sets his work aside and turns his focus to Blaine.
“Maybe,” Blaine says sheepishly.
He rushes to get out an explanation. “It’s just that tomorrow’s opening night and I know he said he needed time, but it is opening and I want to look nice and congratulate him, but I don’t want to overdo it and make it look like I’m trying to push him into something. So I wanted to know if I should wear a bowtie because well I think bowties are classy, but maybe Kurt doesn’t-“
“-Kid, you think too much,” Greg interrupts with a chuckle.
“I know,” Blaine says miserably.
“Oh, hey now, it’s not always a bad thing.” Greg says. “Look, wear what makes you comfortable. If you want to wear a bowtie, wear one! Kurt will like you no matter what you wear,” he reassures.
“Thanks, Greg.”
Greg nods and leaves Blaine to think about his bowtie choices now that he’s decided on wearing one.
The next night, Greg’s wearing his usual dark clothes and is setting up everything, testing and re-testing mics to make sure everything is working properly when Blaine almost walks right into him because his head is bent down looking at his hands.
“Whoa there! Watch where you’re going, Blaine,” Greg says.
“Sorry, I was distracted,” Blaine explains, holding up the two bowties he’s got in his hands.
“I don’t know which one to pick,” Blaine says, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.
Greg takes a moment to look at the bowties in Blaine’s hands critically.
“Go with that one,” Greg says as he points to the bowtie patterned with tiny thespian faces for tragedy and comedy on it.
“Thanks,” Blaine says, working to fix up the bowtie around his neck even though his fingers are shaking.
Greg helps straighten and center it.
“You look great, kid.”
“I hope he likes it.” Blaine says, voice high with nerves.
“He’ll love it.”
Author: lovedarrencriss (tumblr) or escape4ever16 (LJ)
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: A notice: I wrote this story before Cory's death and in this story Finn stayed in the army. Finn does not die in this story. That being said, there is an emotional moment in this story where Kurt is shaken up by the idea of Finn possibly dying in the line of fire. Again, I did not write this after Cory's death. I have re-considered many things, but I've decided not to change what I wrote. It may be more emotional now, than I originally intended, but I'd like to keep that small part in there for the sake of my story.
Word Count: 15,427
Summary: Blaine Anderson has always worked backstage, but he's got a little black book full of secrets and one of them is that he's in love with the star of the show; Kurt Hummel. There's only one problem. Kurt is already engaged to a handsome lawyer-to-be. When Santana steps in to play matchmaker things go upside down. Kurt re-discovers himself and Blaine treads a fine line between just friends and something more. Also, Papa Bear Hummel always knows the right thing to say.
Author's Note: A HUGE thanks to my lovely beta chaseandcatch (livejournal) who did some fantastic work in a very short amount of time! <3 And I couldn't have been more fortunate than to have dorathebrit (livejournal) animateglee (tumblr) as my artist who made my story come to life before my eyes! Thank you so much! <3
As much as Santana’s listening ear and ice cream had helped Kurt that night, he still doesn’t feel any closer to knowing what he wants, so he does what any adult with a college education and his own apartment would do; he calls his dad.
It’d been far too long since he’d called home anyway, so much so that when his dad answers the phone on the second ring with a gruff ‘hello?’ it brings tears to his eyes.
“Hi, Dad,” he murmurs. He’s glad Santana went out to the bar tonight, it means he doesn’t have to worry about her spotting him as he curls his knees up to chest and presses the phone a little closer to his ear, as if it’ll make him closer to his dad somehow.
“Kurt? Well hey there, Bud!” Burt sounds overjoyed, “You haven’t called in awhile, we miss you out here! How’s the big city treatin’ ya?” he asks.
“I miss you too, Dad.” Kurt’s voice wavers for a moment, “Listen…I messed up, Dad.”
And just like that, Burt Hummel’s sitting down in his favorite chair and telling Kurt to start at the beginning in the same calm voice that makes Kurt’s world feel a little less unstable.
Kurt tells him everything; from the professional past he and Blaine have together, to that first night at the bar when he started to really notice Blaine, all the way through the fight with Cayden, right up to staying at Santana’s.
“I-I don’t know what to do, Dad,” Kurt says, breath hitching. “I t-think I might be in love with him.”
“This Blaine kid,” Burt starts, “does he make you happy?”
Tears collect at the corner of Kurt’s eyes as he thinks about the way Blaine’s always there for him and how well they go together, how sometimes his heart skips a beat when he sees him smile.
“Y-yeah, Dad.” Guilt squeezes Kurt’s throat tight and makes him choke a little around a sob because it’s not fair.
“He makes me really happy.”
“And Cayden?” his father asks.
“I still love him,” Kurt says automatically; a reflex.
Burt hears the lie.
“Do you love him or are you in love with him?” he asks.
That trips Kurt up and just as he opens his mouth to say of course he’s in love with Cayden, the words get stuck in his throat.
“Oh god,” Kurt mumbles, eyes widening as it slams home.
Burt nods even though Kurt can’t see him.
“I think,” Burt says slowly, “you know what you need to do and Kurt, just because you change your mind to find happiness, it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. When I lost your mother, I didn’t think I’d ever be happy again…but then Carole came along.” He pauses to smile, thinking about his lovely wife.'
“Carole doesn’t replace your mother, but she makes me happier than I’ve been in a long time. I guess what I’m trying to say is you don’t need to feel guilty for falling in love with someone else, Kurt.”
The tears that had been threatening to fall finally start to run down Kurt’s cheeks.
“T-thanks, Dad,” he gets out.
“You gonna be okay by the time we all get down there to see your show?” Burt asks.
“You’re coming to the show?” Kurt asks in surprise as he wipes his tears away; usually Kurt’s family couldn’t afford to make it out to his shows, and it’d been almost a year since they’d seen Kurt perform live. Kurt always sent them tickets though, if anything just so Carole could put them into the growing scrapbook she’d made of Kurt’s blossoming career.
“Of course we are!” Burt sounds offended as he responds. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world! Carole’s been dying to see you, she keeps complaining about not having anyone to talk to about clothes with anymore.”
A laugh bursts through Kurt’s lips, surprising him with the sudden bout of homesickness it brings with it. He misses his family so much. When he went and stayed with them after Finn’s injury it hadn’t been light-hearted enough to allow Kurt
to feel the satisfaction of coming home.
“I can’t wait to see you guys,” he says, rubbing a hand over his cheek and feeling his mouth stretch into a genuine smile for the first time in a week.
“We’ll be there; front row too. Now, I think you’ve got some stuff to figure out,” Burt says. “Call if you need anything, Bud.”
“I will. I love you, Dad,” Kurt says quietly, a smile still tugging as his lips.
“Love you too, Kiddo,” Burt says gently.
Kurt hangs up first since he knows his dad isn’t going to until he does. He curls up against the couch pillows and lets out a deep breath, feeling some of the weight slip off his shoulders.
Suddenly, everything is so much clearer to him. He knows what he wants and he knows what he needs to do.
***
He’d told Cayden to meet him in Central Park. He didn’t want to be at the apartment when he did this; for some reason, he knew it wouldn’t have felt right just sitting on a couch or at the dinning table.
Kurt held Cayden’s cappuccino in his right hand, his own nonfat mocha in the left as he waited for Cayden to meet him. Kurt sees him when he enters the edge of the park, walking towards him. He looks over Cayden’s tousled hair and the reading glasses he’s still wearing even though his nose isn’t buried in law books at the moment, it makes his heart constrict, some of the guilt creeping back up. He takes a deep calming breath before Cayden finally stops a couple feet in front of him.
“Hi,” Kurt says, before remembering the drink in his hand and holding it out. He knows it’s Cayden’s favorite.
“Thanks.”
Kurt nods and slips both his hands around his own drink.
“I thought we could walk while we talked,” Kurt offers, starting to lead Cayden onto a path.
They walk in silence for a while, occasionally sipping at their drinks. It’s only when they’ve reached a more secluded spot that Cayden stops walking and says Kurt’s name softly.
“You’re choosing him, aren’t you?” he asks.
Kurt stops too and turns to face Cayden. “I still love you,” Kurt starts, having to focus his gaze on Cayden’s lapel because as much as he wants to look him in the eye and give him the honest truth, it’s a lot harder then Kurt had expected.
“But you’re not in love with me,” Cayden finishes slowly with a small nod. He looks down at his shoes and kicks a rock into the grass.
His words make Kurt’s head snap up, eyes searching over what he can see of the mans face in front of him.
Cayden looks up slowly after a moment and meets Kurt’s gaze and he doesn’t look heartbroken, Kurt decides. He just looks… weary.
“You expected me to say that, didn’t you?” Kurt asks softly.
“I know we haven’t spent that much time together these past couple months with our crazy schedules and everything, but the glimpses I’ve seen of you lately - I’ve never seen you this happy,” Cayden says softly, “And I knew I wasn’t the one making you like that.”
Kurt bites his lower lip, the guilt tugging at his gut. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”
Cayden nods, “I know.” He looks at his shoes again for a moment.
Suddenly, Kurt thinks he knows what he needs to say. “I don’t want you to think that any of this is your fault. You’re a wonderful guy, Cayden - really, you are! Any guy would be more than lucky to have you,” Kurt says, attempting to show his sincerity, “it’s just that…I’m not that guy.”
Kurt steps closer and lifts his hand up to cup Cayden’s cheek gently. He doesn’t waver as he leans in and kisses Cayden’s lips softly. “I love you,” Kurt whispers, as he pulls away, “But someone out there can love you more and better than me.”
Cayden’s eyes are watering and before Kurt loses his resolve, he reaches down into his jacket pocket, pulls out the ring and holds it up.
Cayden nods and holds out his free hand for the ring, accepting it.
“I’m always going to be here for you,” Kurt says, not sure what else to do or say.
“Blaine’s a lucky guy,” Cayden finally says, sniffling a little and pulling himself together.
Kurt smiles softly, but confidently. “Not as lucky as the guy who’s going to win your heart.”
Cayden nods again and Kurt’s a little surprised when he moves in for a hug. Kurt hugs back though, careful not to spill coffee anywhere.
“Bye, Kurt,” he says as he pulls away, looking a little watery still.
“Bye, Cayden,” Kurt responds, squeezing Cayden’s hand that he’s still holding before letting go and walking away.
Kurt doesn’t feel happy as he makes his way out of the park, but the weight on his shoulders is much lighter. Relief courses through his veins and makes him feel like he can breathe again. He might not be happy in that moment, but he knows he will be eventually and he has faith that Cayden will move on to bigger and better things. He’s beginning to believe that everything really will be okay.
***
“Hey, Greg?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s your opinion on bowties?” Blaine asks tentatively.
Greg raises an eyebrow and glances at Blaine from where he’s working in front of the soundboard.
“This doesn’t have something to do with Kurt does it?” Greg asks. He sets his work aside and turns his focus to Blaine.
“Maybe,” Blaine says sheepishly.
He rushes to get out an explanation. “It’s just that tomorrow’s opening night and I know he said he needed time, but it is opening and I want to look nice and congratulate him, but I don’t want to overdo it and make it look like I’m trying to push him into something. So I wanted to know if I should wear a bowtie because well I think bowties are classy, but maybe Kurt doesn’t-“
“-Kid, you think too much,” Greg interrupts with a chuckle.
“I know,” Blaine says miserably.
“Oh, hey now, it’s not always a bad thing.” Greg says. “Look, wear what makes you comfortable. If you want to wear a bowtie, wear one! Kurt will like you no matter what you wear,” he reassures.
“Thanks, Greg.”
Greg nods and leaves Blaine to think about his bowtie choices now that he’s decided on wearing one.
The next night, Greg’s wearing his usual dark clothes and is setting up everything, testing and re-testing mics to make sure everything is working properly when Blaine almost walks right into him because his head is bent down looking at his hands.
“Whoa there! Watch where you’re going, Blaine,” Greg says.
“Sorry, I was distracted,” Blaine explains, holding up the two bowties he’s got in his hands.
“I don’t know which one to pick,” Blaine says, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.
Greg takes a moment to look at the bowties in Blaine’s hands critically.
“Go with that one,” Greg says as he points to the bowtie patterned with tiny thespian faces for tragedy and comedy on it.
“Thanks,” Blaine says, working to fix up the bowtie around his neck even though his fingers are shaking.
Greg helps straighten and center it.
“You look great, kid.”
“I hope he likes it.” Blaine says, voice high with nerves.
“He’ll love it.”