sirenspull_logs | 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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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.

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

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