*peeks out from behind door*
Yes you read the alert correctly. I'M AM UPDATING. I am so so so sorry for the months and months of wait. Some stuff went down and i went on 2 haituses and completely cut myself off from fandom for awhile, and then when I came back i had to get my writing mojo back by writing drabbles and stuff. But i'm heRE now and updating and yayy
The song used in this is Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen. It's a beautiful song, beautiful, and I suggest you listen to it during the part where Blaine sings it. Although I skipped some versus because i can.
And it's shorter than previous chapters have been, but I figure it's just kind of a filler chapter anyways.
And there's some Burt POV at the end. Yayy Burt.
Kurt stood in the doorway of the choir room, smiling.
It was the last day of his freshman year.
In a few months, he'd be walking back into this same room older, wiser. He'd no longer be as low on the food chain. He wouldn't worry about making friends – because he would aready have them.
Kurt made his way over to where the still extremely small Glee club was congregated in the center of the room. Maybe next year they'd gain more members and be able to compete.
One could hope.
"Kurt!" Mercedes cried as she launched at him. "It's our last day!"
Kurt laughed and nodded, slowly extracting himself from her grasp.
"Well, I don't know why all of you are sad," Rachel stated after a few moments, "I mean, there's no way it can get worse from this year, so it could only get better, and frankly –"
"Rachel, just shut up for the day, okay, and let us actually enjoy your company instead of us all wanting to strangle the voice out of you," Kurt smirked, nudging Rachel in the side.
Rachel glared at him before laughing and rolling her eyes, plopping herself in the seat next to him.
They all chatted together, making plans for the summer and just enjoying their company for the hour or so they had left together.
"Alright, guys!" Mr. Shue said as he walked into the room. "Today's our last day! Hopefully next year we'll –"
Mr. Shue broke off as a knock sounded on the door. All of their heads turned as it creaked open, and in poked a head full of gelled hair and glowing hazel eyes.
"Blaine!" Rachel called, waving him over. "Come on!"
"Umm…alright," Mr. Shue went on. "Blaine, here is…Actually, I'm sorry, I don't know why you're here on the last day of school."
Blaine laughed but nodded as he went to sit next to Kurt, ignoring the huff Rachel sent his way after rejecting her offer. "I'm Rachel's brother," he said, "My school let out last week, and she and Kurt said I could join you for a day."
"Oh, well, okay," Mr. Shue said. "Now, does anyone want to sing anything since it's the last day?"
Rachel's hand, predictably, shot up. Kurt rolled his eyes and turned to Blaine so that they could scoff at her together, but his eyebrows shot up when he saw Blaine's hand in the air. He was smirking at Rachel, a challenge playing on his lips.
Kurt smiled, because this was sibling rivalry at its finest.
"Oh, um," Mr. Shue's eyes darted between the two of them, obviously conflicted. "Rachel, why don't we let Blaine sing since he's the guest –"
"Mr. Shue," Rachel whined. "It's the last day of class! I want to sing my standard –"
"And you will," he assured her. "Just let's let Blaine go first."
Rachel huffed again before slumping in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. Kurt laughed and patted her gently on her knee before reaching over to his other side and squeezing Blaine's arm in encouragement.
What was that? Kurt asked, and why was his face blushing? All he'd done was squeezed Blaine's arm, but he could have sworn there was a little more muscle there than a few weeks ago, and oh god what if Blaine was working out, what if he got even bigger arms and –
Kurt needed to stop.
"Um, okay," Blaine coughed awkwardly and cleared his throat. Kurt could tell that he was a little out of his element, but Blaine was part Berry. He wouldn't pass up a chance to perform. "This is just a little something I've been singing or a while, so…okay."
And then Blaine walked over to where Brad was sitting, said something to him that Kurt strained to hear but couldn't, and then sat down at the piano.
Oh. Kurt didn't really know he could play the piano. He figured, considering the Anderson-Berry's had several pianos in their house but…it never really occurred to him.
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Kurt felt his jaw drop a little. He'd heard Blaine sing before, of course. It was hard to spend so much time with someone who loved to sing and not hear them. But this – he'd never heard Blaine sing like this before.
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Kurt glanced around at the rest of the room. The small amount of members seemed impressed – if not a little envious. Which was understandable.
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Kurt wasn't sure, but he swore Blaine made eye contact with him at this part. He didn't know if he was referring to their shared struggles. Love wasn't – at least to the rest of the world – a victory march for them. Or maybe he was talking about how they both hadn't really felt whole until they met each other. Or maybe he's talking about how you love each other, Kurt thought. In the friendship way, of course.
There was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Blaine's eyes were closed as he sang, his fingers moving against the piano in a well-practiced tandem. Kurt glanced at Rachel, her face one of familiarity and a hint of awe, like she hadn't seen Blaine sing like this before either.
It was like it was coming straight from his soul, like it had a meaning and message and purpose.
The piano notes slowly started to fade. Kurt watched as Blaine took a deep breath and opened his eyes again, the pure hazel meeting Kurt's own.
They held each other's gaze as Blaine nodded towards the clapping club and made his way back to his seat.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered as Rachel got up and started her pre-song ramble. "That was – you were…" He trailed off, unable to even find the words to describe Blaine.
Because despite Blaine's cracky, changing voice, it was probably the best Kurt's ever heard anyone sing.
Blaine blushed his head, ducking his head as they fell quite to listen to Rachel sing Don't Rain on My Parade for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Am I coming over after school today?" Kurt murmured after about a minute of Rachel's belting.
"I was thinking I could come to your house," Blaine replied. "Rachel's having some kind of dinner with my dads. I think they're giving her the boy talk, personally."
Kurt snickered and rolled his eyes.
"No really," Blaine added. "If we're going to Europe, she's going to be all over the European boys."
Oh. Kurt hadn't thought about that.
He hadn't thought about Blaine with all the cute, attractive foreign boys. Boys with accents and stylish clothes and accents.
But he didn't care. Absolutely not. Blaine could hang out with whoever he wanted to. He could go out with anyone he chose.
"Well my dad's not going to be home," Kurt said. "But I'm sure he'd be fine with it."
After Blaine quickly helped Kurt clean his locker so that they could get out of the school without any unfortunate run-ins. They walked to Kurt's house, enjoying the warm air and Kurt finally felt like it was summer.
That also meant that Blaine was leaving soon, but he didn't want to think about that.
Once they were in his house, Kurt plugged a Disney movie into the DVD player in the living room and flopped down on the couch, a bag of Cheese-Its open and nestled between his and Blaine's legs.
"Mmm," Kurt hummed as he rested his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes for a moment. "It feels like this year went by really fast."
Blaine murmured his agreement, but something seemed off about his voice.
Kurt raised his head and quirked an eyebrow at Blaine, taking a Cheese-It when Blaine offered it to him. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Something's bugging you."
"It's nothing," Blaine murmured. "It's just – next year is going to be so different."
"What do you mean?" Kurt said after he swallowed the cracker. "I mean, you're going to the same school."
"But I'm going to be part of high school this time," Blaine replied. "This year – it was sort of like we were there, but we weren't really part of the high school."
Kurt nodded in understanding, his eyes flicking back to the screen where Belle was just finding the rose in the tower.
"You'll be fine," Kurt told him. "You're Blaine. Everyone loves you, and it's hardly difficult for you to fit in."
"I know," Blaine sighed. "I just wish that I could go to school with you."
Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat. God, he wanted nothing more than to go to the same school as Blaine.
But Blaine was safe at Dalton. He'd had a hard enough life as it was.
Kurt reached over and squeezed Blaine's knee before grabbing another handful of crackers out of the box. "We'll make it work," Kurt said. "We did this year."
They must have dozed off, because Kurt startled at the sound of the front door opening and closing.
And of course his head was resting on Blaine's shoulder. The other boy's head was cushioned against the back of the couch, slightly shoved between two of the cushions, while Kurt's was facing his neck while resting on his shoulder.
"Oh, sorry," his dad whispered when he saw Kurt's groggy face. He didn't really have the energy to move his head, even though he knew his dad would tease him about it later.
"No, I –" Kurt cut off to yawn, unconsciously snuffling his face in Blaine's neck as he did so. Blaine made a small murmur before shifting a little, and Kurt felt something tighten around his waist and – oh, wait, that was Blaine's arm.
They were sleeping and Blaine's arm was wrapped around his waist.
His dad was so, so never going to let this one go.
"Just a few more minutes and then I'll make dinner," Kurt murmured as his eyes drooped closed.
"I'll just order Chinese," he replied, walking over to Kurt and rumpling Kurt's hair. "I'll wake you up when it's here."
"Mmkay," Kurt muttered before he buried his head in Blaine's neck and fell back asleep.
Burt didn't wake them for dinner.
How could he? His son – his son who'd had a rough year, who'd come out to him and suffered through days upon days at a homophobic school, was sleeping and content and he just looked happy.
Burt wasn't going to disturb that.
And, on top of that anyway, he was snuggled up on his sofa with a boy who was equally gay and equally head over heels for him.
Because he was sure that his boy was in love with Blaine, and that Blaine was just as crazy about Kurt.
They were young, Burt knew that, so it was probably good that they hadn't really realized it yet.
But they would eventually.
For now, though, Burt got a little thrill out of knowing something about Kurt that Kurt didn't. Kurt was so independent, so sure of himself. So, when it did finally happen, when Kurt and Blaine did ultimately get together, Burt would have something to rub in his son's face. It wasn't every day he got an opportunity like that.
Burt leant against the wall as he watched his son subconsciously shift further into Blaine's side, soft, quiet snuffling noises coming out of his nose as he practically nuzzled into Blaine's shirt. And Blaine turned a little and wrapped his other arm around Kurt, his head resting on top of Kurt's as he sighed deeply.
Blaine smiled at the two of them. When he would just think about Blaine, he always referred to him as a muffin in his head. He never really knew why until now. Watching him curl himself around Kurt, his curly hair sticking up awkwardly from sleeping on a couch, the word muffin just seemed to apply to him.
He just hoped he never accidentally called him that, because no one could know that Burt Hummel had a soft side.
After a few more seconds of just watching them sleep, Burt smiled again and went towards the phone, calling Blaine's dads to let them know that Blaine was spending the night. He figured he'd have to move them from the couch so they wouldn't be all stiff in the morning, but for now, he just let them sleep.
Okay, some klaine snuggles to get us back into the swing of things
I'm pretty sure i'm going back to the weekly updates for this fic. So yayy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
also i'm blogging at darrenshair on tumblr now
AND thank you all for not abandoning me. I'm sorry if you forget the plot, but thank you for those who stuck with me during the haitus.
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See you next week, hopefully!