Random Acts of Douchebaggery

nadiacreek:

Everyone is focused on Will and Emma in the aftermath of their first kiss as a married couple. Blaine touches Kurt gently on the elbow and leans in to speak softly. “Can I talk to you for a minute? Somewhere more quiet?”

Kurt’s expression is slightly startled, but he relaxes quickly into a calmer state of mild confusion. “Sure, of course.” 

They slip out of the choir room together, side by side but not touching. Kurt tries to stop in the hallway, but Blaine walks to the next classroom and tries the door. It’s unlocked, so he gestures for Kurt to come inside.

Blaine considers dropping to one knee, but he decides against it. After all, this isn’t a proposal. Not really. He stands facing Kurt instead, pulls out the ring box he’d kept hidden behind his back, and holds it out to Kurt. He doesn’t smile. He just looks at Kurt as calmly as he can manage.

“What’s this?” Kurt asks, surprised but not suspicious. Blaine doesn’t answer, so he takes the box and opens it.

Kurt’s jaw drops when he sees the ring. It’s a plain wedding band, not an engagement ring, unadorned save for the engraved “Kurt and Blaine” on the inside that Kurt can’t even see while it’s nestled into the box. Kurt brings his free hand up to cover his mouth, then lets it drop back to his side after a moment. Blaine stays silent, watching him.

“Blaine, I don’t … I don’t understand. We’re not together. You know that.”

“I know,” Blaine says, unable to hide the bit of sadness in his voice at that admission. “I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just reminding you that I want to. That I am still every bit as devoted to you as I always was. That I hope every single day that you’ll take me back, because you’re the only man for me. I want to spend my life with you, and I desperately, desperately hope that some day you’ll decide you want that same thing.” His voice gets more emotional as he speaks, until it’s ragged at the end, barely making it past the lump in his throat.

Standing there in his Regionals outfit, watching Kurt watch him, Blaine feels more naked than he ever has in his life. He blinks back the tears in his eyes, but he doesn’t know how much longer he can stand there under Kurt’s unforgiving gaze before he starts to cry.

Blaine can’t bear the silence anymore, so he starts talking again even though his planned speech is finished. “You don’t have to say anything. You just … keep that ring. You can shove it in the back of your closet, whatever you want, I don’t care. Maybe I’ll never get it back. Maybe I’ll never see it again. But it’s yours. You have my heart already, you might as well have this too.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, embarrassed now at the rambling, overly-emotional words. He fears that he’s ruined everything by saying too much. A tear leaks out, right at the corner of his eye. He reaches his hand up to wipe it away, but it’s stopped, Kurt’s hand around his wrist, and Blaine blinks his eyes open in surprise.

Kurt snaps the ring box shut with his other hand and sets it down on a desk, without even glancing away from Blaine’s eyes. His expression is still impossible to read, with his facial muscles tense and his eyes staring so intensely that Blaine thinks his very soul must be visible to him.

“I’m going to marry you,” Kurt says. He’s stating a fact. It doesn’t sound like a revelation or a surprise. There’s no hint of regret or excitement or anger. It’s not an answer to a question, and it’s definitely not the asking of a question. It simply is.

Blaine swallows hard.

“If we’re going to get married,” Kurt continues, “there’s not really any point in being broken up.”

“Not really, no,” Blaine says, hardly more than a whisper. His heart is pounding, and Kurt still has his wrist caught awkwardly near his shoulder.

“Okay, then.”

“Okay.”

“We have to talk about a lot of things.”

Blaine nods in agreement, unable to really speak.

“Let’s not do that right now,” Kurt says.

Blaine nods again.

Kurt lets go of Blaine’s wrist and takes a step back. He looks down at the ring box on the desk, then picks it up and slips it into his pocket. “Come on,” he says, his tone incongruously light. “Let’s get back before anyone misses us.”

“I thought you were going to kiss me,” Blaine blurts out. Then he realizes it sounds like he’s disappointed or that he’s fishing for more than Kurt is offering, and he blushes. “I’m sorry,” he stammers. “I didn’t mean you have to or …”

“Later. After we talk,” Kurt says. He holds out his hand, and Blaine takes it, interlacing their fingers.

It’s anticlimactic in a way, walking back to the choir room hand in hand just like they used to, as if they’d never broken up in the first place. And in another way, it’s surreal, and Blaine isn’t sure whether any of it actually happened. He wants to pinch himself to see if he’s dreaming, but he’s not sure whether that really even works. So he sways into Kurt instead, their shoulders bumping together, and Kurt’s solid presence steadies him. 

Kurt turns his head and smiles at Blaine, and even though there is a long road ahead of them, Blaine feels like it won’t be a burden to walk down it. Not when he knows where it’s leading. He smiles back.

FUCKING TREE BRANCH.

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