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10 September 2012 @ 06:48 pm
Fic: Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunlight That Surrounds You 6/12  
Title: Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunlight That Surrounds You
Artist: tortugax
Word Count: 30 400
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Blaine/Kurt, Cooper, Mr. & Mrs. Anderson, Burt/Carole, minor OCs
Warnings: homophobia, mention of gaybashing and bullying, underage drinking
SummaryOn the third of August in Blaine Anderson's ninth year, something momentous happens: he sees a boy crying on the beach and decides to do something about it. What he gets in return is a best friend, a confidant, an ally to help him through the ups and downs. They spend one month together every summer. One perfect month until they are old enough to escape together. Eleven Augusts and the letters in between.

Fourteen – August 2008: The Summer When Blaine is on Crutches and Kurt Learns That All Fathers Are Not Burt Hummel

There is a skeleton of a car in the driveway of the beach house.

Blaine doesn't ask about it and no one says a word. It sits there, covered in a black shroud and remains an ominous secret for three long weeks. That is until Blaine's father shows up for his vacation and with all of the forced cheerfulness of a clown at a child's birthday party, tells Blaine that they're going to be rebuilding it together. It's a classic, he says. We're going to bond, he promises. A promise that feels empty when Blaine knows the true reasoning behind it.

He looks down at the cast on his leg. They'd had to re-break it since it had healed improperly. He feels as though it will always be there, reminding him of the night of the dance and all of the things that he cannot change. Right along with his father and his ever watchful, disapproving blue gaze.

He mostly props up books and hands his father things. They drive to shops and junk yards in search of parts. Blaine craves Kurt's presence and unconditional love. He worries that they will never be finished building the stupid car and that his father will waste the one month that he has to soak it up and revel in its simple perfection.

The weeks when his father is in Boston and the summer house is blissfully silent are his favourites. His mother is there as always, but she has been quiet. She watches him too, but not in the same way his father does. She looks sad and regretful. Blaine wants to tell her that it isn't her fault and she does her best, but he never says a word.

When August begins and Kurt arrives, Blaine breathes a sigh of relief. The feeling of peace, unfortunately, does not last.

His father takes much more time off work than usual. Whenever Blaine wants to meet up with Kurt, his father is there. He interrupts when they are watching movies, asking Blaine questions about the car. When Kurt shows that he is knowledgeable on the subject, Blaine's father flat out ignores him and sometimes leaves the room. Blaine has never been so mortified. He apologizes profusely. Kurt stops coming over to his house.

Blaine sneaks away every chance he gets and they meet at their cave. Sometimes they sit in silence and stare out at the water. Sometimes Blaine cries into Kurt's shoulder. Sometimes he tries to apologize some more. Kurt shushes him and tells him it will all be fine in time. They will escape. It's a future they treasure like so much delicate, breakable glass, holding it close to their chests and keeping it from anyone but each other.

And after everything – Blaine's father's interfering and his mother's silent guilt and Kurt's discomfort because of it all – after all of that, Blaine is forced to leave the beach early to get his cast off and go through physical therapy before school begins.

They meet up the night before his departure and huddle together amongst the rocks. “I'm sorry about this summer,” Blaine says. “Next year will be better. I promise.”

Kurt smiles and rubs Blaine's shoulder. He leans into the touch, trying to soak in a years' worth of affection.


The In-Between – Year Six: Assorted texts, a letter and a new school.

Sent 11:42AM
From Unknown

I convinced my dad to get me a cell phone finally! This is Kurt btw.

Sent 12:01PM
From Blaine

Oh that's so great! It'll be so much easier to keep in touch now! :)

Sent 12:06PM
From Kurt

How's school?

Sent 12:13PM
From Blaine

A lot better than last year. I sent you a letter telling you about it. How about you?

Sent 12:18PM
From Kurt

Don't ask. School sucks. People in this town are ignorami. God I can't wait to get away from this place.

Sent 12:22PM
From Blaine

:( I wish I could be there with you. For you. I would say have courage but I still flinch every time a locker slams or someone walks too loudly coming down the corridor.

Sent 12:24PM
From Kurt

Oh Blaine. I wouldn't want you to be here.

Sent 12:25PM
From Blaine


Sent 12:26PM
From Kurt

Not like that! It's just... bad here. Scary. I want you safe where you are.

Sent 12:28PM
From Kurt

I wish you were safe here with me.


Hey Kurt,

So... Dalton. It's kinda weird being here. Mostly because the school is so beautiful that I forget I'm at school at all. Also I have to wear a uniform. It's blue and red with gray slacks and a white shirt. I miss my bowties, but it is sorta nice not having to think about what to put on in the mornings. I know you must be gasping in shock and disgust at me this very moment! I'll send you a picture of me in my uniform when we get them taken. Or I'll get someone to take one for me with my phone.

The best thing about being here – besides the obvious fact that no one can get away with calling me names and kicking me so hard they crack my ribs – are the study rooms. They're all dark wood and leather couches and high ceilings and huge windows. Really very beautiful. I'll get a picture of those for you too.

They have a choir here. An a capella choir. They have tryouts early next week and I think I'm going to go. A nice guy named Jeff in my English class said he was going to try out and I should go with him. Should I? I've been mostly avoiding other students unless they approach me first, but this would kind of force contact, I suppose. I just don't look forward to having to explain why I transferred here and why I finished my last year of school by correspondence before coming. It's not a fun story to tell. I never want to think about it again.

I could see you here. I could see you here so easily. I wish you were. I love August, but I wish I got to see you every month of every year. Someday though, right? We can be roommates and have our very own apartment. Where should we live? London? Paris? San Francisco? I thought maybe New York but Cooper says it's a horrible place. I think that has more to do with the fact that he couldn't get a role in a play or on a soap opera.

I'll call you soon. And do write. Your letters always make my day, week, month.



Sent 6:03PM
From Blaine

They gave me a solo! I'll call you later and sing it to yoooouuu!!!


Sent 3:42PM
From Kurt

The man who runs our show choir is a total creep. I checked it out after you told me how great a time you've been having with yours. No thank you.

Sent 3:43PM
From Kurt

Mercedes joined anyway. She's says she's gonna sing even if a creepy white dude is the only one listening.


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whisperyvoiceswhisperyvoices on April 1st, 2013 07:30 am (UTC)

And omg lol creepy white dude.

BOYS!!! Runaway and be roommates. Okay then blaine bear.