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Title: As it happens
Chapter 2: Noah Puckerman graduates.
Fandom: glee
Pairing: mainly Klaine (but there will be more)
Summary: follow Kurt and Blaine as they see each of the glee clubbers wish come true.
Warning: I write fluff and this is no exception. This actually exceeds even my fluff expectations. Enjoy!
June 2013
Blaine is sitting quietly between Burt and Carole. He may be quiet but he’s mind is racing and his heart is dancing the jig inside his chest. The plastic chairs are far from comfortable but it’s not the reason why he’s fidgeting. Burt has his arm on the back of Blaine’s chair and he takes comfort from it; he regains a semblance of balance somehow. The two of them are pretending to watch a basketball game on the TV above them and Carole is going through an ancient Glamour. Thousands of people are milling around them, coming or going, but the three of them could be the last person in the airport for all the attention Blaine pays to them.
“Blaine,” Burt says with a slight edge to his voice and Blaine realizes he’s been bouncing his knee again. He makes himself stop.
“Sorry,” he mumbles and he knows without looking that Burt is shaking his head at him. He looks amused and indulgent, a lot like a parent with an impatient kid. Which described the situation quite nicely.
The fact that he knows the man so well brings a new kind of peace to his restless nerves. It’s been a long and hard year apart but it had not been a bad one. He had not been alone. He’d had his friends (mainly Tina, Brit, Puck and Artie) but he also had Burt and Carole who had helped in more ways than he can say.
He’d always liked and respected Burt, even before Kurt left for NYADA but his absence had brought them closer together. He’s spent many an evening helping at the auto shop, earning a bit of money and feeling a bit closer to Kurt by getting to know his dad fully.
He was jolted out of his thoughts by the announcement that the flight from New York was landing. Blaine felt his body vibrate with a new kind of energy. He turns to grin at Burt who is already looking as if he’s won tickets for the super bowl. He pats Blaine’s shoulder, sends an excited look to his wife who is smiling broadly and as one, the three of them gather their things and head for their loved ones.
Blaine is reminded of that day in August, in this same airport and how different it all was. The sadness, the attempted bravery, the tears and the good byes that seemed endless. How time had flown and how it had dragged. Blaine allows himself a sigh of relief. He’s survived. They have survived this year from hell. They have survived nine months of missed phone calls, of quick texts between classes, of late night skype sessions and absurdly short and very few visits. He can barely believe it but he’s forced to as the electronic notice board inform the trio that they have to head for door 85.
Blaine has only seen Kurt in the flesh three times this year. At Christmas Kurt and Finn visited but with the holidays and family expectations, they hadn’t spent as much time together as they would have liked. Cooper surprised him for his birthday and offered him tickets for New York. Words will never be enough to describe how much it meant to him to open that envelop and see the tickets there, Coop smiling smugly over him. It coincided with spring break and it was New York heaven compacted in a week with a Kurt bow around it. The last visit was very short but it made up for it in sweetness. Rachel, Kurt, Finn, Quinn, Mercedes, Sam and Mike had surprised the New Directions and attended Nationals in Boston in May. They lost but that day felt more like a victory than anything else.
And now, it’s finally over. Kurt is coming home for the summer and then, together, they’ll go to New York and start a new life together. Blaine decided to study Literature and History at Columbia. He hopes to join the drama club as well but that’s all in the future. Now, all he can think about is the seconds separating him from his love.
His phone beeps and he grins.
Try not to make a spectacle of yourself, little brother. I still have the pictures from last time. -C.
He laughs, feeling uncontrollably ecstatic; joy seeping out of his pores and engulfing everyone around him. Even his brother in Florida can feel it.
You’re just jealous because you won’t get to see Kurt before next week. -B.
He puts the phone away and crosses his arms over his chest. He wonders if he could just go through security and join Kurt at the luggage claim. It seems only fair after weeks of not seeing each other; security will understand.
His phone beeps again and he rolls his eyes. Cooper is nothing if not tenacious, he’ll give him that.
Take a deep breath. Be there in a few seconds. -K.
Blaine stares at the phone screen, his shaky fingers leaving smudges.
“He’s coming,” he says to Burt and his voice sounds scratchy and not his own. The words have just left his mouth that he hears Carole squeal. She rushes forward and Blaine follows without really realizing it. Finn is there, grinning at his mum, his eyes are wet and he grabs Carole and suddenly she’s off the ground and they’re all laughing.
“Put me down,” she keeps repeating but Finn doesn’t seem to be hearing her.
Blaine looks past Finn’s shoulder and his heart does a summersault in his chest. Kurt is grinning at his brother and step-mother, his own tears rushing down his cheeks. It seems as if the moment is suspended in time. Blaine wants to go to him, cuddle him and never let go but he knows it’s not right. Not yet. So, he watches with the most beatific of smiles as Burt and Kurt hug. In a matter of seconds the Hummel-Hudson clan has gathered in a family embrace and everybody is laughing. Blaine takes advantage of the situation and snaps as many pictures as possible and sends a couple of them to Coop.
“For your sake, I hope you aren’t sending these to anyone,” a breathy voice says above him and he laughs.
“So what if I am? What are you gonna do ‘bout it?” he teases.
Kurt is right in front of him, his face red and blotchy and wet but he’s smiling and his eyes are laughing and he’s so beautiful, so dear, and so beloved, it’s all Blaine can do not to fall to his knees.
“Getting cocky, are we?” Kurt’s face crunches up in the most adorable way. “And why are you still so far away?”
“No idea,” Blain mumbles before literally launching himself on his boyfriend. As Kurt steadies them, Blaine breathes in his scent and it feels like the first real breath he’s taken since he left.
“Much better,” Kurt sighs.
“You’re not allowed outta my sight for the next couple of months. I’m going to get so clingy Rachel will look like a saint next to me but I don’t care. You’ll just have to deal with.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Kurt smiles and kisses the crook of Blaine’s neck.
“Love you,” Blaine whispers.
“I know. Love you, too.”
“To Puck, Artie, Tina, Blaine and Brit. May their future shine as brightly as Kurt’s hair,” Rachel finished her toast and the rest of the gang laughs.
The friends cling their glasses together, making faces at each other. The air is charged with laughter and a kind of euphoria that only exists amongst friends. Blaine also notices a new kind of awkwardness between them. The kind created by a long absence and non-shared new experiences. Mercedes and Sam are still not talking to each other. Rachel and Finn’s “new friendship” is basically making everyone cringe. Artie and Quinn are exchanging what they think are subtle glances but are in fact as blatant as the light of day. Puck is already drunk which is both surprising because there is no alcohol in the Berrys Oscar stage room and not surprising at all because it’s Puck.
Despite all these new dynamics, Blaine feels deliriously happy to be with all of his friends again. Even if it’s different, even if it doesn’t last, they’ll still have tonight and the shared memories to last them a little while longer.
“Let’s sing,” Rachel shrills in a desperate attempt to avoid Finn’s eyes.
Blaine takes a deep breath and raises his hand. Kurt, who is leaning against his chest and sitting between his bent knees, turns his head to look at him. The curious frown on his forehead is so adorable; Blaine can’t help but lean forward and kiss it. Not that he needs an excuse to touch Kurt, he hasn’t been able to let go for the last three days.
“Uh, Rach… If you don’t mind, I have something prepared.”
She looks disappointed for half a second but she relents as she sees the glare Kurt sends her way. She brings the mic to him and after a few tries; he manages to untangle himself from Kurt. He grabs his guitar on the way to the stage and grins at the cat-calls and other obscenities and encouragement thrown his way. Brit and Tina take place behind him as he sits on a bar stool in the front of the stage.
“This is for Kurt because it’s all I’ve been dreaming of doing for the last 9 months,” he says with a smile.
“Really?” Santana asks with a raised eyebrow. “Aaaaaaall you’ve been dreaming about?”
There are a few snickers around the room and Blaine has to swallow as he sees Kurt’s blush.
“Shut up, Santana,” Mercedes says.
And, magically, without even a frown, she does. Blaine guesses going to college together has brought the two girls even closer together.
He forgets Santana and focuses on the notes. He hopes that he doesn’t mess up the words. He took French this year but it was still a pain without Kurt.
Moi je n’étais rien
Et voilà qu’aujourd’hui
Je suis le gardien
Du sommeil de ses nuits
Je l’aime à mourir
Vous pouvez détruire
Tout ce qu’il vous plaira
Il n’a qu’à ouvrir
L’espace de ses bras
Pour tout reconstruire
Pour tout reconstruire
Je l’aime à mourir
He keeps his eyes on Kurt and tries not to stumble on the words as he sees his eyes fill with tears. In that instant, the hours of rehearsal with Brit and Tina, the struggle of finding the right song and feeling of self-consciousness are all worth it.
Il a gommé les chiffres
Des horloges du quartier
Il a fait de ma vie
Des cocottes en papier
Des éclats de rire
Il a bâti des ponts
Entre nous et le ciel
Et nous les traversons
À chaque fois qu’elle
Ne veut pas dormir
Ne veut pas dormir
Je l’aime à mourir
Blaine has only learned the first couple of verse but he likes them because they speak the most to him and to his story with Kurt.
Il a dû faire toutes les guerres
Pour être si forte aujourd’hui
Il a dû faire toutes les guerres
De la vie, et l’amour aussi
He finishes the chorus in a drawn out note with Tina and Brit still following. The room erupts in applause and it’s like no time has passed at all. It’s like any other glee rehearsal, with one of them singing their heart out while the rest of them try not to cry like babies.
“Dude! That was awesome,” Puck says reverently and Blaine ducks his head, shyness enveloping him.
“And you’re not thinking about making this your career? How?” Quinn asks and Blaine can’t help but notice her hand enclosed in Artie’s.
He smiles at the lot of them and watches as Kurt makes his way to him.
“You sap,” he says with a shake of his head but the happy tears are belying the statement.
“I know. What a torture it must be for you; all this embarrassment,” Blaine says with an apologetic shrug.
“I think I’ll survive,” Kurt’s eyes blaze into his and there’s no more teasing between them, just a depth of love that even months apart and different careers won’t change. Blaine opens his arms to Kurt and he falls into them like it’s the most natural thing on Earth.
Like it’s where he will always belong.
A/N: the song is Je l’aime à mourrir by Francis Cabrel. We French have some really lovely romantic songs and as I heard Shakira’s version of it (beautiful, by the way) I thought this fits klaine quite wonderfully. You should go listen to it. I hope you liked this chapter. A bit longer and fluffier than the previous one. Next stop: Sugar’s wish comes true.