Klaine AU | Blaine joins the army, but goes missing in action. They send his tags back to Kurt, but they never find the body. There’s still a small funeral for him. But a year and a half later an unexpected visitor knocks on Kurt’s door.
“I promised you. I came home.”
Kurt had tried. He knew it was what Blaine would have wanted so he had tried. Dating. Falling in love. Future.
Not at first, though. No, it had taken months. Nearly a year before he slipped the engagement ring off his finger and actually started making an effort again. It started with contacting Isabelle, asking if she still needed an assistant. He had listened to her cry for good 10 minutes before telling him to get is ass back to the office. Then, about a month after that, a cute guy from accounting had asked him out and he had said yes. Gone out to dinner with him. Laughed. Not much but more than in what felt like forever. Let his date give him a small good night’s kiss before going home.
He had hidden himself in his room, put his ring back where it belonged, and sobbed himself to sleep that night. And that had been the end of trying to date.
Tonight, though. Tonight he would look his best because he was seeing his Dad for the first time since Blaine’s… Kurt winced… funeral. Guilt mixed with the never-ending sadness twisted in Kurt’s stomach as he remembered how Burt had begged for Kurt to come home for a little while, maybe just a weekend. And then, finally, Burt had simply said: ‘Well, if the mountain doesn’t move…’ and was now on his way to New York.
Kurt sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. Yes, he looked quite normal. Almost like he used to. Older. A little thinner but not alarmingly so. Nodding his head, Kurt decided that he approved of his appearance.
The knock on the door shook Kurt out of his thoughts. He frowned slightly, glancing at the clock. That couldn’t be his dad, his flight wasn’t scheduled to land for another 15 minutes. Surely, he would have called if they had landed early.
“Coming!” Kurt called when the knocking became more insistent. Santana, he figured, somehow she always managed to forget her keys.
But why would Santana hide behind a giant bouquet of roses?
Kurt’s heart stopped. His jaw dropped. He literally felt how the color drained from his face.
That smile, that hair, that nose, those eyes, that face…
And that’s how Kurt’s life started all over again.
The roses fell on the floor as Kurt all but threw himself into Blaine’s arms. Blaine chuckled but hugged him close and Kurt let himself marvel at how so very familiar it felt.
Blaine Blaine Blaine Blaine Blaine Blaine!
“Kurt,” Blaine said. Kurt closed his eyes, letting a couple of tears fall out of his eyes.
“Not now,” Blaine cut his question off gently, pulling away a little so they could look each other in the eye. His hand stroked Kurt’s cheek, catching the fresh tears. “Oh God, I missed you.”
Kurt let out a sob and closed the gap between them, crashing their lips together for a kiss he had thought he’d never experience again. A kiss between two soulmates, people destined to grow old together. It was perfect in all its imperfectness, messy but beautiful with all the feelings poured into it that they couldn’t understand.
But above all, more powerful than anything else they were feeling right then…
“I love you,” Kurt breathed out. “I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, you’re back… You’re back. I love you, you’re back, you’re…”
“…home,” Blaine smiled. “Home, with you.” He lifted Kurt’s left hand. “You didn’t take it off.”
“I - I did. But it didn’t feel… right. I couldn’t…”
Blaine’s smile was soft as he pushed Kurt back into the apartment and closed the door. “So…” he said. “Does that mean you’ll still marry me?”
Kurt almost laughed at that. It sounded ridiculous, to him, the question just seemed so stupid. But Blaine was looking at him like he needed a confirmation so he linked both of their hands and said: “Yes. Tonight. Tomorrow. In a week, month, a year, I don’t care but I’m marrying you.”
“That’s… I love you so much, Kurt.”
They stayed quiet for a while, just staring at each other, getting to know the little things that had changed and letting themselves get lost in the things they remembered.
The faint scar on Blaine’s temple was new but the corners of his eyes still crinkled in the same way when he smiled.
Kurt’s cheekbones were slightly more defined than what Blaine could remember but he was just as beautiful as ever.
“M-my dad. He’s uh…”
“Yeah, about that. He’s… well. Still on Ohio.” Kurt blinked. “Long story.”
“That you’ll tell me…?”
“Okay. Yeah, okay. Well, then…”
Without saying more, Kurt put his arms around Blaine again. Blaine seemed to understand without Kurt having to explain and they somehow managed to move to the couch without ever letting go. Kurt leaned his head against Blaine’s chest, hearing the strong beating of his very-much-alive heart. It was the most beautiful sound ever.
“Yes,” Blaine confirmed, kissing the top of Kurt’s head. “And never leaving again.”
That was part of the long story Kurt would hear eventually. But not tonight. Tonight Blaine was home, safe and breathing and smiling, his arms around Kurt and Kurt’s arms around him.
The puzzle was complete again.