Kurt heads straight to his room after Glee club. He grabs sweatpants and a t-shirt, throwing them on before grabbing his laptop and settling onto his bed. After the shitastic day he's had, he figures he deserves an hour break before starting his homework.
When he opens LiveJournal, Kurt is surprised to find a new message - he tends to keep a low profile, merely there to keep tabs on the glee blogs, so he's never actually gotten a message before.
Warbler65: I just wanted to tell you that I saw your performance of Le Jazz Hot and you were amazing. I would never have thought someone could pull off that song by themself. And your costume was just - spectacular.
Kurt hesitates for a moment, fingers hovering above the keys as he gapes at the message. He's seen Warbler65 on the message boards, and he's fairly certain this is meant as a genuine compliment, not some backhanded insult. Plus, the guy got promoted to lead singer of the Warblers at the end of last year, and his solos are breathtaking. Kurt may or may not have a minor crush on him.
DefyingGravity: Thank you, not everyone grasped the brilliance of it.
DefyingGravity: I saw the performance of Teenage Dream that you guys posted last week, you were really great as well. And I say that as someone who’s more of a Gaga fan than a Katy Perry fan.
Warbler65: Thank you! I’m Blaine by the way.
DefyingGravity: I’m Kurt
Warbler65: Hi Kurt! I have to go finish studying for an exam, but maybe I’ll talk to you tomorrow? If that’s alright? We could swap glee club horror stories or something?
DefyingGravity: I’ll be around if you want to drop me a line!
The heavy weight of being bullied and having it ignored by his friends disappears the moment Kurt gets home and reads Blaine’s message.
Warbler65: You’re probably in school or something because I have enough show choir knowledge to know that you’re in the US while I’m back in little old London, but when you get back I need you to spill all of your show choir secrets to me. Or, more specifically, how do I get the Warblers to be a bit more creative? Don’t get me wrong, we’re a strong group and all, but with the uniforms and the two step we lack visual creativity.
His hands hover over the keys for a minute, contemplating a response before typing.
DefyingGravity: What, no small talk?
Warbler65: Kurt! You’re here! I thought we were better than small talk, but ok Kurt, how are you? How’s preparation for Sectionals going?
DefyingGravity: Preparing for Sectionals is going as it normally does, in other words, we haven’t started yet. But we all know exactly who is and isn’t going to get solos.
He pauses, contemplating how he should answer the ‘how are you’ part of Blaine’s response. He could answer with the full truth, completely skip it, or just give him bits and pieces.
DefyingGravity: I’m doing ok I guess. Classes at my school are a breeze, but some of my classmates are jerks, so it’s a mixed bag. How are you doing?
Kurt hits send, hoping that his comment comes off as flippant, not a plea for attention.
If he’s being honest, he actually kind of hopes that it leads to someone asking about it and caring. He just doesn’t want to get his hopes up because of some stranger on the internet.
After two minutes with no response, Kurt resigns himself to his homework and opens his bag, pulling out his math textbook before checking his computer again.
Warbler65: Jerks as in people interfering with classroom time, or are we talking about bullying? Or something else? Or should I focus on the fact that your glee club hasn’t even picked songs out for regionals? I don’t mean to be nosy. And I’m doing okay, the Warblers have an “impromptu” performance planned for next Tuesday, so we’ve been rehearsing that like crazy. Now that that’s out of the way, we’re going to focus on you before we talk anymore about me. I want to make sure you’re ok.
Kurt’s not sure how to respond at first. He mostly just stares at the message, because Blaine seemingly does care. He didn’t even let Kurt divert attention back to him when given the perfect chance.
DefyingGravity: I don’t want to bog you down with my problems, but in short, the jerks at my school are a bunch of neanderthals who think being gay, caring about fashion, and having taste, is an excellent reason to shove me into lockers. This one guy in particular always has his eye out for me, and it’s just… not fun. And my friends barely notice because the rest of them get bullied too for being in Glee club. They don’t seem to realize how much more the bullying seems to happen to me. They’re so busy being wrapped up in relationship and friend drama, that I sometimes wonder if they even remember I’m there.
Kurt hits send, cringing the moment he does because wow he must sound pathetic. Blaine’s probably never had to deal with this, and didn’t actually want that detailed of a response.
DefyingGravity: Sorry, I didn’t mean to unload on you that much.
Warbler65: No! Don’t worry about it, it’s fine. I want to be here for you to talk about it. We may barely know each other, but I know what it’s like to be bullied. That’s actually why I ended up at Dalton to be honest.
DefyingGravity: I wish I could afford a school like Dalton
Warbler65: I wish you could too =/ I’m assuming the administration at your school doesn’t want to do anything about it?
DefyingGravity: Pretty much. They claim they can’t do anything, and no one seems to care really. The worst part is that I can’t tell my dad how much worse it’s gotten in the past few weeks.
Warbler65: Why can’t you tell him?
DefyingGravity: He had a heart attack a few weeks ago and, well, I can’t just spring something like this one him. He’s the only family member I have, and I can’t risk his heart failing him again.
Warbler65: I wish I could hug you right now Kurt. It’ll get better though, I promise, just… I don’t really have any stellar advice, but hang in there. And know that I’m here for you if you need a laugh or a shoulder to cry on, or someone to bemoan the utter rot that makes up a portion of the human race.
Their friendship grows quickly, talk of bullies leads to talks of the future. By the time January rolls around, Kurt is fairly certain he can consider him and Blaine best friends. The five hour time difference is a bit of a pain, along with the fact that they can’t actually talk on the phone because international calls are far too expensive, but they find ways around it. They Skype, they iMessage, they talk on LiveJournal sometimes, but mostly they chat on IM when they’re both home.
They have their ups and downs. The week that Blaine made plans to serenade a guy who worked at the Gap stands out in particular to Kurt who was far too jealous for someone who lives just under 4000 miles away.
In October, after being friends for nearly a year, they have a conversation that changes Kurt’s entire outlook on what their near future can realistically hold. As most revelations in their friendship, it happens because of a fight.
Warbler65: I’m not saying that you’re not talented enough for NYADA, Kurt! I’ve only seen your performances via youtube, and I can tell you’re talented enough. I’m just saying that you can’t put all of your eggs in one basket like that. Things happen and I don’t want you to basically pin your future on one college like that.
Kurt rolled his eyes. It had been a while since Blaine had tried to mentor him like this, but he was so over it. He hated how Blaine had a tendency to try to get him to look at reality when he was just plain excited about something. When he thought about it rationally, he knew Blaine was right and he really should apply to more than one school, because NYADA was incredibly selective, but he hated the way Blaine was telling him. He lets his emotions run through him when he replies.
DefyingGravity: You always do this.
DefyingGravity: I try to talk to you about exciting things in my future and you get all doom and gloom about it.
Kurt glared at his computer, watching as Blaine typed a message, erased it, typed once more, erased it again, finally sending, “I’m sorry.”
Kurt snorts. Yeah. Okay.
Warbler65: I’ll try to stop doing that so much in the future.
Warbler65: I just know that NYADA only lets a handful of students into the musical theatre program each year, and I don’t want you missing out on an opportunity because you somehow aren’t accepted. I want the world for you Kurt
DefyingGravity: So you think I won’t get accepted to NYADA then?
Warbler65: Kurt. Of course I don’t think that. I just think it’s smart to pursue as many opportunities as possible so that you don’t find yourself with limited options in the spring. But if you want to apply to only NYADA, I will support you in that decision.
Kurt folded his arms across his chest. He got Blaine’s point, but he didn’t want anywhere but NYADA. Hell, he didn’t actually know of any school with performing arts in New York besides Juilliard. He should probably look into that come to think of it.
DefyingGravity: Okay, I’ll… consider that. Hang on
DefyingGravity: Why do you know so much about NYADA and the different programs in NYC?
Warbler65: ...Have I not mentioned that I’m looking to go to school in New York City?
DefyingGravity: WHAT? NO YOU DID NOT.
DefyingGravity: Seriously? You’re not messing with me are you? This better not be a joke Blaine
Warbler65: I can’t believe I never mentioned that. I want to pursue musical theatre, and I’ve always dreamed of doing it in New York
DefyingGravity: You have never once mentioned the New York bit Blaine wow. So you’re applying to NYADA then? We’ll be in the same city next year??
Warbler65: Hopefully! I’m applying to some schools in London just in case, but NYADA, NYU, and, well, I’m also applying to Berklee even though it’s in Massachusetts. Those are my top picks though
DefyingGravity: ...I really should apply to more than NYADA shouldn’t I?
Warbler65: It can’t hurt, and I’m sure there are plenty of programs that would appeal to you!
DefyingGravity: Ok. Ok. I’ll look into that later. I need to go back to what you were saying earlier
DefyingGravity: You’re seriously considering schools in New York City??
Kurt: BLAINE I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU’RE DOING RIGHT NOW. GET ON YOUR PHONE NOW.
Kurt: Ugh. Fine, text me when you get this?
Blaine: Sorry! I had an exam. What? What is it?
Blaine: Wait, it’s March 15th. Did you? NYADA?
Kurt: You’re back! I GOT INTO NYADA!!!
Blaine: Oh my god!! Kurt!!! I’m grinning so broadly right now. Skype when you’re out of school? We need to celebrate.
Blaine: How was McKinley life today?
Kurt: Would have been better if you deigned to text me during school.
Kurt: It was alright. It’s officially prom season now though so…
Blaine: You don’t have plans to go with anyone then?
Kurt: You know I’m the only out guy at my school. I think I’ll just go with some of the girls. Although I think Mercedes is the only one without a significant other right now and knowing Sam, he’ll probably ask her.
Kurt’s fingers hover over the keys before he decides to just take the plunge and type the next text. They’ve been tiptoeing around the “more than friends” part of their friendship for ages, he might as well address it a little more formally now. Besides, they’re going to be in the same state, at the same school, in a few months. It’s going to come up eventually.
Kurt: Besides, the only guy I’m interested in going with is across the ocean.
To Kurt’s relief, the reply comes quickly.
Blaine: Aww, Kurt, I’m blushing
Blaine: I wish I could go to prom with you. If I lived closer I’d take you, no contest
Kurt’s heart fluttered as he stared at the screen, beaming brighter as her read the next text.
Blaine: Promise me you’ll skype me that day so I can see your outfit?
Kurt: The only reason I wouldn’t force you to Skype me that day is if you were dying of the plague. But even then…
Two hours before prom, Kurt clicks “accept” on a video call from Blaine and impatiently waits for his face to fill the screen. When he finally appears, Kurt blinks. “You’re all dressed up.”
There’s a moment of delay, and then Blaine grins. “I wanted to experience some part of prom with you, since I can’t take you myself.” Blaine glances down at his hands for a moment before “meeting” Kurt’s gaze once more. “I actually, uh- I got you a boutonniere. If you want it. Your dad said it arrived this morning and he’s holding onto it for me.”
Kurt raises an eyebrow at Blaine before turning in his seat. “Dad!” he yells.
He hears footsteps, followed by a light knock on his door. Burt pokes his head inside, “You skyping with Blaine?” His eyes land on the computer. “Oh good,” he says stepping inside.
“So,” Kurt says impatiently. “My boutonniere?” Burt pulls a box out from behind him, handing it over to Kurt. “Don’t forget to say thank you - and we’re leaving to take pictures at the Berry’s in forty five minutes.”
Burt leaves with a wave to Blaine, and Kurt returns his attention back to the screen, grinning for a moment, before slowly opening the box.
“Blaine,” he gasps, brushing his fingers lightly over the petals of the blue flower. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”
He looks up in time to see Blaine glance away, blushing.
“I know we’re just friends technically, but I wanted-” Blaine breaks off, glancing down at his lap for a moment. When he looks up again, his gaze is settled and focused on Kurt. “I wanted to help you have the best time possible. I know your junior prom was a bust and I just- I want you to be able to look down at that boutonniere during the dance and know that I’m there with you in spirit. If I could go tonight, I would. Unfortunately you’re going to have to settle for just a boutonniere and some wonderful friends,” he adds apologetically.
“Blaine,” Kurt interrupts, wishing he could reach through the screen to hold Blaine’s hand. “I love it. I can’t believe you did this for me, especially with everything you’ve got going on in your life right now.”
Blaine shrugs, “I just wanted to make sure it was special.”
They smile shyly at each other for a minute before Blaine straightens up and says, “So tell me, what new drama has cropped up around prom since we last talked?” causing Kurt to launch into a thirty minute tirade about the insanity that is the dating lives of his friends at McKinley.
Kurt spends the time after graduation hanging out with friends, working at his dads garage, and making plans for New York. Lots of plans. Plans for NYADA, plans with Rachel, plans with Blaine, and even, surprisingly, plans with Artie, who’s attending film school there in the fall. He’s most excited about the plans with Blaine however. They’re finally, finally going to be in the same country, at the same school.
He’s been hoping and dreaming of this for over a year now, and it’s going to be a reality. And if he’s being honest, Kurt is hoping that it will open the door for them to start dating. They’ve been shuffling around the topic for ages, and Kurt’s fairly certain they’re both still interested in it happening. Things between them certainly hadn’t been strictly platonic for a while now, and prom had only accentuated that fact.
So Kurt’s first thought once he made it through security and to his gate at the Columbus airport, was not sadness about leaving his family behind to start the next chapter of his life. It was pure excitement for the fact that he was going to see Blaine tomorrow. In New York. He already had plans to surprise Blaine at the airport the next day when his flight would get in.
In the meantime, he decided to text (or, technically, iMessage) Blaine.
Kurt: At the airport!
Kurt: About to get on my flight!
Kurt: ...ok, I'm assuming you're packing or something for your flight?
Kurt: Ok, fine, whatever, I see how it is =P
Kurt: I'm boarding my flight now! I'll see(!!!) you tomorrow?!
When his flight lands two hours later, the first thing Kurt does is check his phone for messages. He finds one from his dad and one from Rachel, but none from Blaine. He sighs sadly, tucking his phone away after a sending a "landed!" text to his dad. He's not sure why Blaine's gone MIA, but he doesn't like it. It's evening in Croydon, and Blaine is always near his phone then unless he's told Kurt otherwise.
Following the crowd out of the terminal, Kurt heads towards baggage claim, hoping his bags made it to New York and that he gets them quickly. He just wants to make it to his dorm, check in, and then explore.
He makes a beeline for belt 3A, dodging around slower pedestrians and people standing around waiting at their own baggage claims.
He's only standing at 3A for a moment when someone taps him on the shoulder. "Excuse me?" says a voice behind him. Confused, he looks over, ready to tell the stranger that he's probably not the person to ask for help, only to turn around and realize - "Blaine?"
He rotates fully now, intending to hug Blaine or something, but he's so caught up in Blaine's wonderful, real, hazel eyes that he instead blurts, "What are you doing here?"
"I managed to get my flight moved up," Blaine says, bouncing on the balls of his feet a little. "I just got in half an hour ago. I grabbed my bags and then figured I'd come find you." Kurt blinks, trying to process because Blaine is here, a day early All of his plans are ruined. "Surprise?" Blaine adds, shifting his weight nervously now.
"You ruined my plans," Kurt says accusingly before beaming. "I can't believe you're here a day early!" He sets his stuff on the ground gently before throwing his arms around Blaine, pulling him close and not caring about the hundreds of people around them.
"I can't believe you're real," Blaine says, when he pulls away after a minute.
"I can't believe you're real," Kurt counters. "Wait. Does this mean we get to spend our first day in the city together?"
"I was hoping you'd suggest that."
They share a taxi to the NYADA campus, check into their dorm rooms, which are only a floor apart, and then meet up again to explore.
They get lost at least five times on their way to Times Square, distracted by all of the theaters and people and being together.
Halfway through the afternoon, Kurt finds the courage to slip his hand into Blaine’s under the pretense of not losing him in the crowd. To his delight, they hold hands for the rest of the afternoon, Blaine tugging him along to Rockefeller center, and Kurt practically dragging him down the street when he sees the Gershwin theater. To both of their astonishment, they end up winning lottery tickets to Kinky Boots that night, which Blaine manages to pay for while Kurt isn’t looking.
Hours later they leave the theater, get the actors autographs, and then take the subway back to their dorms. Blaine leans heavily on Kurt’s arm, blinking sleepily.
“It’s like four am your time,” Kurt muses.
“But I’m here now,” Blaine mumbles. “I’m in your time. Your time is my time.”
Kurt laughs, suddenly feeling brave enough to wrap an arm around Blaine, tugging him in closer. “Yes, but seeing as how you flew in from London this morning, I think it’s safe to say that your body thinks it’s four am and is about ready to crash even if you aren’t in bed.”
Blaine sits up a bit as the car jerks to halt. “I’m really glad I’m finally here. Flying in a day earlier was so worth it.”
“Mmm, I agree. Best surprise ever.”
A pleasant silence settles between them, and they don’t say much of consequence until they reach the floor Blaine’s door is on.
“So, I guess this is where we say goodnight?” Kurt asks, not entirely ready to let Blaine out of his sight, but knowing they both need to go to bed.
Blaine hugs him tightly for a minute, before pulling away. After a moment, Kurt turns to go up to his dorm, only to be stopped by Blaine’s hand on his arm.
“Can I just-” Blaine spins him around before stepping closer. He leans in and Kurt stiffens for a brief moment before relaxing and meeting Blaine’s lips halfway. The kiss is long and deep. It’s a little awkward at first because Kurt hasn’t kissed anyone in years (the only time having been with Brittany which was one makeout session) and Kurt’s fairly certain that the only time Blaine ever kissed anyone was during an ill-fated spin the bottle game. So at first the kiss is only earth shattering in the sense that this means something. It means an official change to their friendship, it means-
“You stopped kissing me back,” Blaine says, brow furrowed as he pulls away.
“Sorry!” Kurt squeaks, “I-” he breaks off, choosing instead to kiss Blaine again, this time making sure to relax his lips and jaw a little more so that he can deepen the kiss.
They finally pull back again when a door slams closed at the bottom of the staircase, both of them jumping slightly. They look at each other, bursting into laughter at the same time. It has been a weird day, but they’re together after two years of waiting, and now they might actually be together. It’s more than Kurt dreamt possible two years ago.