Same Script, Different Day 3a/?
Title: Same Script, Different Day
Subject: Romance/Angst
Rated: PG-13
Characters: Klaine, Rachel/ other minor characters
Previous Chapters: prologue, Home at Eleven, That's All We Ever Do Ch2a, So This Is Goodbye Ch2b
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Summary: Future Fic! Something happened. Something changed. Kurt and Blaine knew that they would love each other forever, whether together or apart. The one thing that they cherished the most was their complete honesty with one another. Living in New York was a challenge for them. However, between their morning coffee and occasional dinners, they told a lie.
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Hello there, darlings! I'm glad you like this horribly depressing story so far. I feel for you. Seriously. Anyways, we're going back in time starting now, so once again, keep an eye out on the dates so it doesn't get too confusing! Well, the breakup is over. Now we can rewind, and see how everything kind of unfolded. We will be in the past for a good few chapters before we see what happens post-breakup. So please, pretty please, comment!
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Chapter 3: A Change of Plans
March 11, 2015 --
"Blaine, honey, wake up," Kurt was on his knees, bouncing up and down on the bed, "guess what today is!" His boyfriend was squeezing his pillow, mumbling adorable nonsense about being too sleepy, just a little longer, five more minutes please! He just sighed with adoration. He got up from his side of the bed, which was about six inches of the left side. He always found it impressive how, by every morning, Blaine managed to claim about ninety percent of their king sized bed. Kurt would mind if it were anyone else, but his boyfriend looked so at peace in his sleep every morning that he couldn't find it in himself to care. He dramatically flew open the window curtains, allowing the sunlight to basically force his boyfriend into a sitting position within seconds.
"Jesus, Kurt! Alright, I'm awake, are you happy?" Blaine was not amused. He was tired, it was early, it was his day off, and all he wanted to do was sleep in for a few hours. Blaine had been extremely stressed out for the past few weeks, and as much as Kurt wanted to talk about it, he just wanted to be left alone. He knew it was unfair to his boyfriend to close him off. However, in his defense, Blaine was a full-time student, seeking a new job after being fired a couple of weeks ago.
Blaine, after adjusting to the blinding light, looked into his boyfriend's beautiful eyes. Kurt looked confused and hurt, and Blaine felt horrible, on principle. He sighed, "I'm sorry Love, I didn't mean -- I'm just really tired. And I-I know I've been saying that a lot lately, what with work," or lack thereof, he thought, "and trying to pass my classes, all of this stuff is just, just really taking a lot out of me, and I'm so tired. So tired." He looked into Kurt's eyes, looking for any assurance he could find. There it was, a small flicker, but a flicker nonetheless. Blaine sighed in relief.
Kurt laid back down, facing his boyfriend. He tangled their bare limbs together, and rested his left hand on Blaine's unshaven cheek, "Well, get over your little mood because we have an amazing day planned out for us," so while I take a shower, you can rest a little while." Kurt was extremely happy for a reason Blaine wasn't sure, which made him kind of nervous.
"Amazing day, huh? What's the occasion?" Blaine asked playfully, snuggling closer to his boyfriend's perfect body, kissing his shoulder. Kurt momentarily leaned into the touch before sitting up, tapping Blaine's inner thigh.
"Very cute, Blaine Warbler," Kurt smiled coyly as he stood up and strutted into the bathroom, adding a little bounce to his step, knowing full well about the man who was checking him out.
"You have to stop calling me Blaine Warbler!" He raised his voice just loud enough so that his boyfriend could hear him when the bathroom door shut.
"Just as soon as you stop calling me Penguin!" Kurt shouted back to him, playfully.
"You love it when I call you that!" Blaine flirted.
"Right back at you, Honey!" Blaine chuckled to himself, not arguing with that. He heard a showerhead turn on and seriously contemplated joining Kurt, until his heavy eyelids had a different plan. He was almost asleep before he realized that apparently today was an important day -- important enough for Kurt to have all of these amazing preconceived plans. He looked at the calendar.
"Shit!" Blaine grabbed a marker and some tissue paper, scribbling down a quick message before throwing on his clothes from the night before, and sprinted out the door.
Kurt was more excited than he ever was in his life. He had planned for months to make this day absolutely perfect, and he was sure things were going to go as planned. He booked reservations at Tiffany's for them to start their day with a nice breakfast. Ever since they moved to New York, Blaine has been all work and no play. He "never had time" to enjoy all of the luxuries of living in the greatest city on the planet. The excuse was always "we live here, so we can do it some other time" or "maybe on a weekend once we get more comfortable". The problem was, Kurt has been comfortable for a very long time, and just wanted to enjoy it.
So that's what he was going to do. He was going to walk hand-in-hand with his boyfriend through Central Park. They were going to hold each other and cry into each other's arms while listening to Defining Gravity and For Good, because Kurt shamelessly traded his 2011 Alexander McQueen white leather coat to some old woman for the sold out and highly expensive tickets to Wicked. They were going to enjoy the overpriced frozen coffee at Serendipity's, and he was going to get down on one knee in the middle of Times Square to propose to the man that he loved for several years. Because yes, this was their anniversary, and Kurt Hummel was going to make it perfect. As he was thinking about his plans, he lost track of the time, and that water was becoming cold. He got out of the shower, slipped on his silk "sexy robe", as Blaine loved to call it, and stepped out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.
Plans changed.
"Kurt--
I'm so sorry, I know we had plans, but I had to
step out of the apartment for a few hours. A couple of
errands I have to run. I'll be back soon for everything, okay?
I love you."
Kurt read over the tissue, neatly placed on his pillow, a few times before fisting it into a ball and throwing it into the trash. There was absolutely no way his boyfriend could forget their anniversary, he knew that much. He came to the most idealistic conclusion that Blaine was planning his own little surprise for him. That could be the only logical explanation as to why he would run out of the house while Kurt was unaware, and completely ruin the surprise plans that Kurt had in store. A sweet and simple misunderstanding was all it was. At least that's what he kept telling himself as the hours passed.
12:00 p.m. came and left. So that meant Kurt's reservations for breakfast at Tiffany's wasn't going to happen.
2:00 p.m. flew by rather slowly. So Kurt's plan to scroll through Central Park definitely wasn't going to happen today. But Blaine only said he would be gone for a few hours. He should be home soon, with his own surprise.
He still wasn't home. Kurt learned that time passes very slowly when you're staring at the clock. 4:00 p.m., they should've been on their way to Serendipity's. Still no sign of Blaine and Wicked should start in an hour. So Kurt texted him.
4:08 p.m.
Kurt Hummel --
I don't know what surprises you have up your sleeve, but I have my own. Can you be home in 20 minutes?-P
It took Blaine twenty minutes to respond back.
4:31 p.m.
Blaine Anderson --
Sorry P I won't be home for a while. I'm so sorry, but I'll make it up to you;)-W
He won't be home "for a while"? What does that even mean? Kurt took the velvet box out of his coat pocket and opened it, revealing a beautiful white gold ring with three rhinestones placed elegantly, two representing their birthstones, and the slightly larger one in the middle representing their anniversary. The inside was engraved, "I'm only allowed to wear this ring if I take out the trash every garbage day." The text barely fit, but he insisted that he would pay extra to make it fit. It was an inside joke from the summer before their freshman year of college.
He sighed and closed the box. Kurt walked into his bedroom closet, and put the box safely into the left Alexander McQueen boot, knowing full well that his boyfriend never dares to touch these boots, even with his permission. "Maybe another day." Kurt mutters under his breath. He takes a moment to sit in his closet, and smell the beautiful scent of brand new designer clothing. Some people drown themselves in alcohol, while others may numb themselves with drugs. For Kurt, the smell of untouched leather, and the feel of designer fabric is his escape from the world. Later on, he will cry, and scream, and punch something, but as he indulged in his closet, he just didn't care. About anything or anyone. Except maybe McQueen. It's ironic that Kurt's great escape was in a closet, where life was just easier, and makes more sense.
Subject: Romance/Angst
Rated: PG-13
Characters: Klaine, Rachel/ other minor characters
Previous Chapters: prologue, Home at Eleven, That's All We Ever Do Ch2a, So This Is Goodbye Ch2b
Next Chapter: -- --
Summary: Future Fic! Something happened. Something changed. Kurt and Blaine knew that they would love each other forever, whether together or apart. The one thing that they cherished the most was their complete honesty with one another. Living in New York was a challenge for them. However, between their morning coffee and occasional dinners, they told a lie.
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Hello there, darlings! I'm glad you like this horribly depressing story so far. I feel for you. Seriously. Anyways, we're going back in time starting now, so once again, keep an eye out on the dates so it doesn't get too confusing! Well, the breakup is over. Now we can rewind, and see how everything kind of unfolded. We will be in the past for a good few chapters before we see what happens post-breakup. So please, pretty please, comment!
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Chapter 3: A Change of Plans
March 11, 2015 --
"Blaine, honey, wake up," Kurt was on his knees, bouncing up and down on the bed, "guess what today is!" His boyfriend was squeezing his pillow, mumbling adorable nonsense about being too sleepy, just a little longer, five more minutes please! He just sighed with adoration. He got up from his side of the bed, which was about six inches of the left side. He always found it impressive how, by every morning, Blaine managed to claim about ninety percent of their king sized bed. Kurt would mind if it were anyone else, but his boyfriend looked so at peace in his sleep every morning that he couldn't find it in himself to care. He dramatically flew open the window curtains, allowing the sunlight to basically force his boyfriend into a sitting position within seconds.
"Jesus, Kurt! Alright, I'm awake, are you happy?" Blaine was not amused. He was tired, it was early, it was his day off, and all he wanted to do was sleep in for a few hours. Blaine had been extremely stressed out for the past few weeks, and as much as Kurt wanted to talk about it, he just wanted to be left alone. He knew it was unfair to his boyfriend to close him off. However, in his defense, Blaine was a full-time student, seeking a new job after being fired a couple of weeks ago.
Blaine, after adjusting to the blinding light, looked into his boyfriend's beautiful eyes. Kurt looked confused and hurt, and Blaine felt horrible, on principle. He sighed, "I'm sorry Love, I didn't mean -- I'm just really tired. And I-I know I've been saying that a lot lately, what with work," or lack thereof, he thought, "and trying to pass my classes, all of this stuff is just, just really taking a lot out of me, and I'm so tired. So tired." He looked into Kurt's eyes, looking for any assurance he could find. There it was, a small flicker, but a flicker nonetheless. Blaine sighed in relief.
Kurt laid back down, facing his boyfriend. He tangled their bare limbs together, and rested his left hand on Blaine's unshaven cheek, "Well, get over your little mood because we have an amazing day planned out for us," so while I take a shower, you can rest a little while." Kurt was extremely happy for a reason Blaine wasn't sure, which made him kind of nervous.
"Amazing day, huh? What's the occasion?" Blaine asked playfully, snuggling closer to his boyfriend's perfect body, kissing his shoulder. Kurt momentarily leaned into the touch before sitting up, tapping Blaine's inner thigh.
"Very cute, Blaine Warbler," Kurt smiled coyly as he stood up and strutted into the bathroom, adding a little bounce to his step, knowing full well about the man who was checking him out.
"You have to stop calling me Blaine Warbler!" He raised his voice just loud enough so that his boyfriend could hear him when the bathroom door shut.
"Just as soon as you stop calling me Penguin!" Kurt shouted back to him, playfully.
"You love it when I call you that!" Blaine flirted.
"Right back at you, Honey!" Blaine chuckled to himself, not arguing with that. He heard a showerhead turn on and seriously contemplated joining Kurt, until his heavy eyelids had a different plan. He was almost asleep before he realized that apparently today was an important day -- important enough for Kurt to have all of these amazing preconceived plans. He looked at the calendar.
"Shit!" Blaine grabbed a marker and some tissue paper, scribbling down a quick message before throwing on his clothes from the night before, and sprinted out the door.
Kurt was more excited than he ever was in his life. He had planned for months to make this day absolutely perfect, and he was sure things were going to go as planned. He booked reservations at Tiffany's for them to start their day with a nice breakfast. Ever since they moved to New York, Blaine has been all work and no play. He "never had time" to enjoy all of the luxuries of living in the greatest city on the planet. The excuse was always "we live here, so we can do it some other time" or "maybe on a weekend once we get more comfortable". The problem was, Kurt has been comfortable for a very long time, and just wanted to enjoy it.
So that's what he was going to do. He was going to walk hand-in-hand with his boyfriend through Central Park. They were going to hold each other and cry into each other's arms while listening to Defining Gravity and For Good, because Kurt shamelessly traded his 2011 Alexander McQueen white leather coat to some old woman for the sold out and highly expensive tickets to Wicked. They were going to enjoy the overpriced frozen coffee at Serendipity's, and he was going to get down on one knee in the middle of Times Square to propose to the man that he loved for several years. Because yes, this was their anniversary, and Kurt Hummel was going to make it perfect. As he was thinking about his plans, he lost track of the time, and that water was becoming cold. He got out of the shower, slipped on his silk "sexy robe", as Blaine loved to call it, and stepped out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.
Plans changed.
"Kurt--
I'm so sorry, I know we had plans, but I had to
step out of the apartment for a few hours. A couple of
errands I have to run. I'll be back soon for everything, okay?
I love you."
Kurt read over the tissue, neatly placed on his pillow, a few times before fisting it into a ball and throwing it into the trash. There was absolutely no way his boyfriend could forget their anniversary, he knew that much. He came to the most idealistic conclusion that Blaine was planning his own little surprise for him. That could be the only logical explanation as to why he would run out of the house while Kurt was unaware, and completely ruin the surprise plans that Kurt had in store. A sweet and simple misunderstanding was all it was. At least that's what he kept telling himself as the hours passed.
12:00 p.m. came and left. So that meant Kurt's reservations for breakfast at Tiffany's wasn't going to happen.
2:00 p.m. flew by rather slowly. So Kurt's plan to scroll through Central Park definitely wasn't going to happen today. But Blaine only said he would be gone for a few hours. He should be home soon, with his own surprise.
He still wasn't home. Kurt learned that time passes very slowly when you're staring at the clock. 4:00 p.m., they should've been on their way to Serendipity's. Still no sign of Blaine and Wicked should start in an hour. So Kurt texted him.
4:08 p.m.
Kurt Hummel --
I don't know what surprises you have up your sleeve, but I have my own. Can you be home in 20 minutes?-P
It took Blaine twenty minutes to respond back.
4:31 p.m.
Blaine Anderson --
Sorry P I won't be home for a while. I'm so sorry, but I'll make it up to you;)-W
He won't be home "for a while"? What does that even mean? Kurt took the velvet box out of his coat pocket and opened it, revealing a beautiful white gold ring with three rhinestones placed elegantly, two representing their birthstones, and the slightly larger one in the middle representing their anniversary. The inside was engraved, "I'm only allowed to wear this ring if I take out the trash every garbage day." The text barely fit, but he insisted that he would pay extra to make it fit. It was an inside joke from the summer before their freshman year of college.
He sighed and closed the box. Kurt walked into his bedroom closet, and put the box safely into the left Alexander McQueen boot, knowing full well that his boyfriend never dares to touch these boots, even with his permission. "Maybe another day." Kurt mutters under his breath. He takes a moment to sit in his closet, and smell the beautiful scent of brand new designer clothing. Some people drown themselves in alcohol, while others may numb themselves with drugs. For Kurt, the smell of untouched leather, and the feel of designer fabric is his escape from the world. Later on, he will cry, and scream, and punch something, but as he indulged in his closet, he just didn't care. About anything or anyone. Except maybe McQueen. It's ironic that Kurt's great escape was in a closet, where life was just easier, and makes more sense.