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ok i’m tired of holding on to this

there are probably so many grammar errors in this but its whatever (i kinda did this for myself…)

i had this headcanon about klaine singing come home by one republic feat. sara bareilles so this is what i came up with?

ps- dont kill me this is my first time ding something like this….

Hold Me In Lima

The apartment was small and Kurt’s small closet could barely hold a quarter of his vast collection of clothes, but he didn’t really care. He and Rachel where finally living their dream, they made it to New York. There was only one problem, Blaine.

Blaine was a senior this year and Kurt knew that he would be in New York with him after graduation but that was so long to wait. Holidays are not long enough. Yes, they have Skype, but it’s not the same. They need to touch. After all, Kurt spent his senior year walking down the halls with Blaine, never separated, and no one tried to separate them, until Kurt’s dreams did.

Blaine encouraged Kurt to go for his dreams, he knew it was what Kurt needed and wanted to do. He knew Kurt needed to try his talent out of the small town he had never left before. Kurt knew it would be difficult to leave his family, especially his dad, and of course Blaine (whom his family had basically adopted because of all the time he spent in the Hudmel house) behind. That was why he was sitting in his small bedroom of his and Rachel’s apartment, pictures spread out around him, all of them outlining his senior year with Blaine always by his side. Every single memory from last year always containing the name Blaine. It hurt so much to be away from him, so many miles between them.

~*~

It had been a particularly rough day at McKinley High and Blaine was wondering when exactly all the bullying started again. Nothing had really happened last year with Kurt by his side. Well, ok, maybe there where a few slushies and it may feel like getting slapped in the face but those where nothing compared to the locker shoves he was getting. No, nothing would be as bad as what Kurt had gone through two years ago. Today though, Blaine had been slushied and shoved, and left a paper that was due that day at home with no time to go and get it. All he wanted was his pajamas, his bed, and a movie to watch snuggled up with Kurt.

Only Kurt wasn’t here, he was in New York. Right where Blaine knew he needed to be. It was days like this that Blaine wished he hadn’t made sure Kurt went and followed his dreams. Yes, Blaine knew it was selfish but right now he just needed Kurt to hold him in his special way and let him know that no matter how shitty his day was he would always love Blaine.

Blaine looked at the clock willing Kurt to be out of class so he could hear that beautiful, soothing voice. Yet another thing to hate about this day, his clock had to be broken because there was no way time was moving this slowly. There was only one other thing he could do to help his current mood, and that was sing.

Yes, he had just come back from glee club an hour ago but this is different. This is him pouring out his day like he could never do in front of glee club, he could only do this in front of Kurt. Music had always been a comfort and now on days like this he turned to music more and more, almost always singing the same song.

He traveled through the house to the baby grand piano stored in their music room, always in tune for him to play whenever he felt the need, he sat down and began to play.

As he played the chords to the opening of the song all he could think of was Kurt. How this was almost his prayer. He hopped Kurt would hear it. 

Hello world
Hope you’re listening

Forgive me if I’m young

For speaking out of turn

There’s someone I’ve been missing

I think that they could be

The better half of me

I know we are a long ways off from getting married, that I have to get out of high school at least, but I know my whole heart belongs to you, Kurt. I can’t imagine how different my life would be if I hadn’t been the boy you decided to stop on the staircase at Dalton what seems like ages ago.

They’re in the wrong place trying to make it right
But I’m tired of justifying

I’ve never had to justify anything to you Kurt, you never needed me too. I think the only time I had to justify my actions was when I chose you to single Candles with. Wow, that really was the beginning.

So I say to you

Come home

Please come home I need you to hold me.

Come home

Please come home I need you around me.

Cause I’ve been waiting for you

For so long

Thanksgiving break is too long to wait.

For so long

I need to be in New York with you.

And right now there’s a war between the vanities

But all I see is you and me

At the Lima Bean, looking adorable wearing your scarves you love so much. At school, the halls that tortured you, the halls we walked together and didn’t give a fuck, the halls I have to walk alone now. At home in my room, so many memories in that room. Every place I go holds memories of you and me.

I don’t just see the past though, I see what I want for us. Marriage and kids, falling into bed at night, both of us exhausted from our days at work and falling asleep in each others arms. I can’t wait for that to happen.

The fight for you is all I’ve ever know

Goodness, how I have fought for you, but you always fought for me harder. You knew before I did that we where perfect for each other. You fought even after I broke your heart singing to Jeremiah, everything I had done before I realized how perfect you where for me.

So come home

~*~

Kurt had left the apartment a few hours ago. He couldn’t stay in his room full of memories any more. It hurt the missing part of his heart. He wandered through the city, just trying to be absorbed in the people while he was walking. He finally ended up in Central Park thinking that maybe watching children play would help him forget some. It actually just made everything worse. It made him think of the future he wanted to have with Blaine, their children running through the park. It was all just too much for him, he began to hum the only song that had been on his mind all these months since he moved to New York. This song was the only way to ease the hurt of the constant feeling of missing part of himself.

I get lost in the beauty
Of everything I see

The world ain’t as half as bad

As they paint it to be

Damn Lima was hell whole of emotion and the only reason I plan on going back at all is for Blaine. My dad too. But this place, may have its times of sadness, but its nothing like Lima.

If all the sons
If all the daughters

Stopped to take it in

Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin

I hope that our children will know a world we didn’t. A world that accepts us and the family we will be.

It might start now
Well maybe I’m just dreaming out loud

I hope it is not wishful thinking. I hope its true. I hope that our children will be proud to have two dads. That they won’t tell us to stop holding each other like we love to simply because they are feeling too different. I know that there will be those days when they are little, and it will hurt so much, but I hope that they never happen.

Until then
Come home

Come back to my hand where no one can take us apart.

Come home

Come back to my arms where you fit so nicely.

Cause I’ve been waiting for you
For so long

So long Blaine, through all your stupid moments that you had before we where together. I don’t even want to remember those.

For so long

And I still have so long to wait till you are here in New York with me.

And right now there’s a war between the vanities
But all I see is you and me

Walking through the park together, bringing our children here to play, seeing the whole city with you. No, just living in this city with you, it’s all I ever see any more.

The fight for you is all I’ve ever known

Damn it, how I fought for you, always so oblivious to everything. Baby, It’s Cold Outside was so flirty and then you go and sing to another boy on Valentine’s Day when I thought it would be me. But I never gave up, I’m more stubborn than that.

So come home

Kurt couldn’t stand it any more he had to talk to Blaine. He had to let him know that this missing, this pain, was too much today. That he just wanted Blaine to hold him, to be wrapped in his warmth like he had been all summer back in Lima. He took his phone out of his pocket, quickly finding Blaine’s name and calling him.

~*~

Blaine hadn’t stopped playing the song since he sat down at the piano almost two hours ago. He couldn’t help but think or how much he just missed Kurt. He began to realize how Kurt was his everything. Oh, he already knew that Kurt was his everything, but it was him being gone that accentuated the thoughts in his head.

Blaine felt his phone ringing in his pocket and pulled his phone out. Never happier to see Kurt’s name on the screen than he was at that moment. He answers quickly turning on the speakerphone and setting the phone beside him as he continued to play his song. Blaine started to sing the one part he wanted Kurt to hear so much.

Everything I can’t be
Is everything you should be

And that’s why I need you here

He almost didn’t hear the voice he loved so much singing with him.

Everything I can’t be
Is everything you should be

And that’s why I need you here

So hear this now

I guess he really did hear me.

Come home

It is like you are holding me.

Come home

It is like you are here with me.

Cause I’ve been waiting for you
For so long

Thanksgiving break isn’t so long to wait.

For so long

I’ll be with you soon.

And right now there’s a war between the vanities
But all I see is you and me

In this moment together.

The fight for you is all I’ve ever known

We are fighting for this together.

So come home

It wont be long.

Come home 

Blaine then wondered if he had dreamed Kurt signing with him the whole time or if they had both been living the same song today, so he did the only thing he could do.

“Hi,” he lamely greeted Kurt for the first time since he took the call.

“Well hey you!” Kurt greeted, “I have one question though, have we both been relating this song to our lives ever since I moved here?”

“Wait, we? I know I have, I’ve just missed you so much and any time I’ve had a tough day I just end up at the piano playing it and I…”

“Blaine, you don’t have to say anything else because I’ve been doing the same thing.”

That’s when Blaine realized that they would always sing the same song.

#fic   #glee   #this is my first time doing this   #headcanon   
  1. theguyinthehotpinkshades reblogged this from theguyinthehotpinkshades and added:
    rebloging because i can and im going to be low until tomorrow when i liveblog…