sirenspull_logs | But I won't cry for yesterday; there's an ordinary world somehow I have to find.

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But I won't cry for yesterday; there's an ordinary world somehow I have to find.

Who: Klaine
When: Tuesday morning.
Where: From Kurt's apartment to the new place.
Summary: Moving, changing, transitioning.
Warnings: I'll add 'em in if they come up. Probably none, though.

Moving.

Kurt could count on one hand the amount of times he'd moved in his life. New York was going to be the big one--the big change, the new environment, the long-coveted independence. Instead, his adulthood had fallen on top of him like lead, and he was packing his things again, pushed into yet another rewritten chapter of his life.

It really wasn't hard, moving out of this place. He could associate a terrible memory with every corner of the apartment, really--and though there were good ones, too, it was definitely time to leave it behind. Dealing with Roxie's things had been the hardest. One by one he'd tipped the contents of her alcohol bottles down the sink, holding his breath so he wouldn't smell it. Her things went into boxes to be given to people in need, along with many of Kurt's trinkets that he just didn't seem to want to hang on to anymore.

He'd told Ahiru she was strong because this place hadn't changed her--but as for him? He was an entirely different person. He no longer longed for a penthouse apartment in New York with three Pomeranians and a row of Tony awards on his shelf. It didn't really matter that he didn't have his own fashion line and a magazine, or a closet full of every brand of shoe on his side of the Equator. Siren's Port had stripped all the superficiality away, leaving behind a raw desire to live, to survive each moment and value every breath.

He dropped an armful of fashion magazines into the trash.

It only took a few hours to get everything packed, and he took a moment to finally stop the flurry of activity and take one more look at the bare apartment. He'd spent a year here, and yet he didn't feel his heart pulling in any direction, clinging to anything. Death had taught him to move on, to shed the old layers and keep going. He could do that.

Movers had came by earlier to take his furniture, so it was just a matter of hoofing his belongings to the new place. He managed to fit everything into two tightly packed suitcases, and wheeled them both to the train station. The ride was spent in silence, staring out the window at the City, his reality.

Maybe he wasn't strong like Ahiru. Maybe he couldn't keep the spirit of himself; maybe it all went away. But he knew he'd keep going, keep surviving. Memories didn't matter anymore; the only thing that mattered now was living.

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Blaine had never really had a lot of things here. Even when he had his own place the furtunite had come with the place. His clothes and things mostly fit into a couple of bags and boxes. The only thing he really had to account for was his keyboard, but that had its own case.

He had never really felt settled here. Even the apartment he had had on his own had only been a placeholder until Kurt wanted him to move in, living with Kurt had been living in Kurt's apartment and had been tainted with so many dark secrets, staying with Tim had been nights when he was too upset to stay home, living with Chuck had been recovery.

This was the first time that he really felt like he was creating his own place. It might have just been a room in Tim's complex, but it was going to be his and Kurt's.

Blaine was still so worried about everything, but he'd have Tim, Connor and the others to keep him in check. Plus, he knew Chuck would keep tabs on him. At least until he was fully settled in.

Kurt was antsy when he finally arrived. He peeked his head through the door, glancing around, wondering who was home.

"Hello?" he trilled, stepping inside. "Blaine?"

Blaine had just finished putting his stuff in their room and had come out to get some water before waiting for Kurt. He smiled when he saw his boyfriend. "Hey," he said. "Need help bringing things in?"

"I've got it," said Kurt, tugging in the suitcases. He'd lugged them all the way from the station by himself, after all; he was on a roll.

"So--where's our area? Over here?" He moved toward Blaine, eyes taking in the space around them. It could definitely use some cleaning, he thought, and mentally started making a list of the chores he'd have to do.

Blaine offered Kurt some water before silently moving to help with one of the suitcases, even if Kurt wanted to do it alone. "Yep. We're a little shielded from everyone else. It should be nice."

"Yeah." His laugh is sort of nervous, and he realizes--with all the action halted for the moment--that this is actually happening. After fighting tooth and nail for so long, he was finally home with Blaine.

A strange lightness lifted his heart as he realized he was happy. Had it really been so long that he'd forgotten what it felt like?

"Let's go to our room," he said with a big smile.

Blaine gave him a genuine smile. "Yes," he said after a moment. "I want you to see it. I haven't unpacked yet, but it's good."

Smiling, Kurt let go of his suitcase and instead moved quickly to Blaine's side, shyly taking his hand. They moved into the bedroom area, and--

Well, it wasn't much. To Kurt, though, it was a blank slate; it hadn't yet been touched by his own personal brand of flair, and he couldn't wait to get started.

Something made him hesitate, though. He turned to Blaine, squeezing his hand. "Would you...like to decorate it? You can make it look however you want."

"Why don't we do it together?"" Blaine suggested. He moved to set Kurt's things to the side and then sat on the edge of the bed. "We can make every detail perfect."

Kurt stood for a moment before moving to sit on Blaine's lap. He looped his arms around the other boy, hugging him.

"It doesn't have to be," he murmured. "Perfect. Nothing has to be. It's wonderful now."

Blaine's hands settled on Kurt's hips and smiled up at him. "Okay, not perfect," he agreed. He leaned up a bit and kissed Kurt gently. "But ours."

The kiss was gentle and romantic at first--then Kurt giggled and started to play, planting big, loud smooches on Blaine's mouth as he rolled them over to flop onto the bed.

Edited 2012-06-29 04:42 (UTC)

Blaine laughed when Kurt rolled him down into bed. "This is ours too," he said between kisses.

"Mmhm," Kurt replied happily, then pulled away with a loud 'smack'. He snuggled close, beaming, allowing himself a few moments of laziness before he finally rolled away with a sigh.

"Okay," he said firmly. "We are not having sex here until I at least get my clothes unpacked. Shall we get started?"

He didn't really make any move to get off the bed, though, instead lying flat on his back as he stared up at the ceiling, looking content.

Blaine sighed but then chuckled. "Okay. I supposed to sooner we start, the sooner it will be after."

Kurt pulled himself off the bed and moved to start on the first suitcase. His clothes were packed tightly, neatly within, and he reverently began removing each stack and setting them gently aside to be organized and put away.

His heart clenched when he reached the small bag he'd made of Rachel's things. He couldn't bring himself to give them away, so he'd packed them, and he realized that had probably been a stupid idea. Just on the off chance she'll come back, he'd thought, and now he just set them aside with the same reverence he showed everything else, unwilling to dwell on it right then.

Blaine looked at the bag quietly and then, after a moment of searching for something to say, "Do you still have that ring you told me about?"

He was meaning to talk to Kurt about this anyway so it wasn't only a distraction. It seemed as good a time as any to talk about it.

Caught off guard, Kurt blinked up at Blaine, releasing his hold on the bag of Rachel's things. He pressed his lips together a moment, wary.

"I think so," he said softly. "I threw it into one of these bags." He laughed lightly, trying to sound dismissive, but the truth was that he knew exactly where the ring was, because it was always on his mind.

Blaine moved closer and put his hand on Kurt's arm. "I want to have it," he says softly. "I got you a ring, I think I should have one too."

Powerful, blinding, terrible hope surged through Kurt and he squashed it down, looking carefully over at Blaine.

"Blaine, this isn't...the same," he said softly. "I got this as an engagement ring, and-- I know you don't want to be engaged to me right now, so it's okay. At least let me return it for something a little less ostentatious--"

Blaine pressed his lips together for a moment. "I'm still not Kurt," he admitted softly. "But I'm ready to promise myself to you. I want to have something like that, that tells the rest of the world that I'm taken. I don't want to just claim you as mine, I want to be yours too."

Kurt nodded, and reached inside his suitcase. There it was--the little box that had weighed so heavily on his heart for something so small. He took it out, holding it reverently with both hands. His own ring gleamed on his finger, an ever-present reminder of better, more hopeful times.

"Are you sure?" he asked, still tentative. "I know you want to take things slow, and I just-- Just because I want something permanent doesn't mean you have to want the same. It has to be about both of us."

Blaine smiled a bit as Kurt took it out right away, proving that he had known where it had been all along. His hand moved up to touch Kurt's arm. "I will, though. I will be ready. This can be my promise to you that I will."

"How do you know?" asked Kurt, his voice quiet and vulnerable. As usual, every emotion was written on his face for all to see. That would probably never change.

"I told you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. That's never changed. I've been dealing with a lot. We both have. It will be nice to have a physical reminder of what we promise for each other."

"Okay," Kurt said softly, acquiescing. He opened up the box and handed it over to Blaine with a small smile.

"Here you go. Your pre-engagement engagement ring."

Blaine doesn't take the ring, instead he holds out his hand and smiles at Kurt to let his boyfriend put the ring on him,

Kurt blushed, then slowly took the ring from the box. He handled it like he handled everything--delicately, with the tips of his fingers. His free hand took Blaine's, and he slid the ring onto his boyfriend's finger.

"It fits," he said softly, smiling.

"Of course it does," Blaine says with a smile as he admires the ring on his finger. "You got it for me."

"I was very precise," Kurt replied. He admired the way the ring looked on Blaine's finger, then held his own hand out so he could see how both rings looked together.

"So we're...pre-fiances?" he joked, though his smile was soft and sweet.

Blaine laughed and then took Kurt's hand in his. "Pre-fiances," he agreed. "Now let's finish getting our room in order."

Kurt nodded, suddenly buoyant, and sprung to his feet. It didn't take as long as he thought it would to put everything away, and he began humming joyously as they got to the fun part-- Organizing and decorating.

"We'll have to go out and buy some things," he said as he hung up his collage of photos on the wall. "I have decorations from the old place, but we should decide on a new color scheme."

"We should. And we will," Blaine agreed. He was amused as he watched Kurt and helped where he could, putting things away and making sure everything looked good and neat.

All the bustling around has Kurt exhausted, and he finally flops down onto the bed to rest.

"Well, here it is," he murmurs. "Our new home."

Blaine laughed softly and then moved to put in some music. "Now it's our new home," he said after a moment.

Kurt smiled. "Perfect," he said softly. "Now come here."

Blaine moved to the bed and crawled onto it.

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