The Ghost and Mr. Hummel (9/9)
Kurt Anderson-Hummel lived a long life, full of New York, his husband and children. He settled down with Blaine a few years after Dave left for good, Blaine always knowing there was an old flame that kindled in his heart. Kurt had been upfront about it, and Blaine accepted this, happy to take what he could give.
They lived a wonderful life together, enjoying each other’s companionship and sharing a love that became platonic, but still strong in affection. Blaine helped fill a part of the void in Kurt, but it was never full. But it was plugged enough with years of laughter and devotion to be happy.
Burt and Carol never moved out of Lima, something that always comforted him when he wondered where Dave was. When they died, they left the house to Kurt. Finn had expressed no desire to own it himself, now that his family was situated in California. Kurt held onto the house, and when Blaine died, he moved there.
Friends begged him not to go, but he packed up what little furniture and knick knacks he cared for and moved back into the house where he’d spent his final years as a teenager. All their children were grown, living their lives, and Kurt was content to live there alone.
One night, Kurt was dozing when he suddenly woke up feeling different. He no longer felt the tremors of his recently arthritic hands, or the pains in his back. He felt new, spry, young. Kurt got up from the bed and stood next to the nightstand, peering at his smooth hands, just like they looked back in high school. He looked back to the bed, seeing his older body lying calmly on the bed, and he realized he was now dead.
He didn’t feel sadness, he didn’t feel regret; he felt contentment and peace.
He turned away from the bed, and walked over to the door idly wondering if he could open the door or just walk through it.
“You should know by now that you could walk through; I could do it.” Kurt stopped, completely focused on the voice.
“Dave?” He turned around, and there he was, just as he remembered him. He still wore that stupid varsity jacket that somehow worked for Dave; there were still the soft short curls that Kurt had always admired, and the smile that etched itself into his dreams.
“Did you have any other ghosts visit you in your teenage years that I didn’t know about?” asked Dave wryly.
“You smart aleck, get over here,” said Kurt fiercely. He moved forward as Dave reach for him as well, finally experiencing what he dreamed about for years.
When Dave pulled him into a hug, it shocked Kurt to his core. I can touch him now. With that thought, Kurt pulled back slowly to look him in the eyes.
“Happy to see me?” Dave grinned, looking into Kurt’s shimmering grey blue eyes.
“You have no idea,” Kurt said. He clutched gently at the curls on Dave’s neck curling his fingers through them. He pulled Dave forward him into the kiss he’d been waiting more than half his life for.
It was different, finally getting to touch Dave as if he were flesh and bone. He could feel Dave’s slight stubble, and it made it more electric. Dave’s lips were everything he dreamt about and more, and Kurt didn’t want to ever let this go again. When they broke apart, Kurt pulled back and exhaled happily. “I’ve wanted to do that for 60 years. I’m so happy right now.”
Dave took his hand, leading him out the door and to the stairway. “Me too.” Kurt didn’t care to take in the details of the house, despite somehow knowing he would never be in this house again. It wasn’t the house itself that made him happy, it was the man he met within it. Now that they were side by side, nothing else mattered to Kurt. They walked to the front of the house, and Dave opened the door. “And now we get to spend the rest of eternity together. You ready?”
Kurt smiled, squeezing his hand. “Always.”
