Klaine Comfort Fic - NYADA Rejection
Kurt had worked so hard all throughout school to get good grades and be a part of everything related to music and drama throughout school. Everything in Kurt’s life had been geared towards college- New York and, more recently, NYADA. He had felt so good after his audition with Carmen Tibideaux and he had been sure his dreams were about to come true. But Rachel, as always, had stolen the spotlight- traced Carmen down and somehow convinced her that Rachel Berry was as big of a star as she thought herself. And now Kurt was left with a letter telling him he had no future, no backup plan. He began to see his nineteenth year as a barista, going nowhere. Maybe he should learn about tires and take over his father’s tire shop. He cringed at the thought. Alone in his room, he hadn’t allowed his father, Carol or Finn in, Kurt let one tear fall. He could not believe it had come to this.
Kurt looked up when he heard his door lock click open, sure he had locked it.
“Dad, go away!” he meant to shout, though it ended up sounding more like a whisper. Because Kurt didn’t see his father walking in, but Blaine.
“Blaine, please” Kurt said, sounding more broken than he had intended, “you don’t have to be here”.
“Kurt, really” Blaine said, as if he were exactly where he needed to be, “Come here”. And even though Kurt had promised he wouldn’t cry, and even though there was nothing Blaine could do about any of it, and despite the fact that he never wanted Blaine to see him in this state, Kurt moved over so Blaine could lie down in his bed, and instantly had his head on Blaine’s chest. Blaine, who seemed to always know what to do, just wrapped his arms around Kurt as he sobbed.
“I mean what’s the point. If I can’t do this, there’s no way I’ll make it on Broadway. If I can’t get into SCHOOL for this, how am I ever going to DO it. Maybe I should just work for Dad. Maybe I should give up and go to Ohio State, make friends, teach because I obviously can’t do and you know what they say. Maybe I’m really not destined to do anything great. Did my audition really suck that much? Is my resume so much worse than Rachel Berry’s? What could I have done differently?” by then, Kurt was openly weeping and choking back sobs. His tears must have been staining Blaine’s beautiful royal blue sweater, but Blaine- ever the trooper- just held him while he went on and on.
“Kurt” Blaine said finally, holding his boyfriend to his chest and rocking slightly, “You can do anything, and Carmen is an idiot. I don’t care who she is or who she knows. You were far superior to a one Miss Rachel Berry and you looked far more attractive, in my only slightly biased opinion”.
Kurt just continued to shake with tears and Blaine tightened his grip around Kurt’s shoulders. Blaine kissed Kurt’s forehead and stroked his arm, and they stayed there without speaking for an inconceivable period of time. It could have been minutes or hours, Kurt couldn’t tell. He just felt the anger been pulled out of him. He couldn’t place why. He lifted his head to look up at his boyfriend.
Blaine smiled at Kurt slightly shyly and Kurt was overcome by a feeling of overwhelming love and gratitude. He knew he was still upset over NYADA, it had been his dream for so long, but he was lucky to have Blaine and maybe another year home with him. He was lucky that they’d take on college, or whatever their future plans were, together.
“Thank you, Blaine” Kurt said in a small voice, “I’m so sorry you had to see me like this. I’m sorry”.
“This is never something you apologize for” Blaine said, “stop apologizing”.
“Well then thank you, for being the best boyfriend in the world”.
“That I don’t mind” Blaine smirked and kissed Kurt’s teary cheeks before leaning in to kiss him for real.
“It’s late, you can really go. I’ll be fine now” Kurt told Blaine, secretly hoping he’d stay a bit longer.
“Kurt, you won’t go to sleep. So I’ll stay. We can talk about…baseball and boys you like. High-low skirts and rompers. What color goes best with my eyes?” Blaine said, very off-handedly but in a way that made Kurt realize he had actually paid attention to all sorts of off-handed comments Kurt had made recently.
“You know,” Kurt said, “there’s usually a way to say something and a way to show it. I love you, too”.
Kurt looked up when he heard his door lock click open, sure he had locked it.
“Dad, go away!” he meant to shout, though it ended up sounding more like a whisper. Because Kurt didn’t see his father walking in, but Blaine.
“Blaine, please” Kurt said, sounding more broken than he had intended, “you don’t have to be here”.
“Kurt, really” Blaine said, as if he were exactly where he needed to be, “Come here”. And even though Kurt had promised he wouldn’t cry, and even though there was nothing Blaine could do about any of it, and despite the fact that he never wanted Blaine to see him in this state, Kurt moved over so Blaine could lie down in his bed, and instantly had his head on Blaine’s chest. Blaine, who seemed to always know what to do, just wrapped his arms around Kurt as he sobbed.
“I mean what’s the point. If I can’t do this, there’s no way I’ll make it on Broadway. If I can’t get into SCHOOL for this, how am I ever going to DO it. Maybe I should just work for Dad. Maybe I should give up and go to Ohio State, make friends, teach because I obviously can’t do and you know what they say. Maybe I’m really not destined to do anything great. Did my audition really suck that much? Is my resume so much worse than Rachel Berry’s? What could I have done differently?” by then, Kurt was openly weeping and choking back sobs. His tears must have been staining Blaine’s beautiful royal blue sweater, but Blaine- ever the trooper- just held him while he went on and on.
“Kurt” Blaine said finally, holding his boyfriend to his chest and rocking slightly, “You can do anything, and Carmen is an idiot. I don’t care who she is or who she knows. You were far superior to a one Miss Rachel Berry and you looked far more attractive, in my only slightly biased opinion”.
Kurt just continued to shake with tears and Blaine tightened his grip around Kurt’s shoulders. Blaine kissed Kurt’s forehead and stroked his arm, and they stayed there without speaking for an inconceivable period of time. It could have been minutes or hours, Kurt couldn’t tell. He just felt the anger been pulled out of him. He couldn’t place why. He lifted his head to look up at his boyfriend.
Blaine smiled at Kurt slightly shyly and Kurt was overcome by a feeling of overwhelming love and gratitude. He knew he was still upset over NYADA, it had been his dream for so long, but he was lucky to have Blaine and maybe another year home with him. He was lucky that they’d take on college, or whatever their future plans were, together.
“Thank you, Blaine” Kurt said in a small voice, “I’m so sorry you had to see me like this. I’m sorry”.
“This is never something you apologize for” Blaine said, “stop apologizing”.
“Well then thank you, for being the best boyfriend in the world”.
“That I don’t mind” Blaine smirked and kissed Kurt’s teary cheeks before leaning in to kiss him for real.
“It’s late, you can really go. I’ll be fine now” Kurt told Blaine, secretly hoping he’d stay a bit longer.
“Kurt, you won’t go to sleep. So I’ll stay. We can talk about…baseball and boys you like. High-low skirts and rompers. What color goes best with my eyes?” Blaine said, very off-handedly but in a way that made Kurt realize he had actually paid attention to all sorts of off-handed comments Kurt had made recently.
“You know,” Kurt said, “there’s usually a way to say something and a way to show it. I love you, too”.