Loverboy (Fanboy #2, Klaine)

Chapter 7 ~ And I Would

I stood up from the driveway, brushing myself off. Blaine did the same.

"What now?" he asked.

"My parents can't know you're here," I said.

"Then don't tell them," he replied stepping in front of me.

I ran a hand through my hair. "Blaine, I can't jut fly back and forth across the country every week to see you. You need to live your dream, and I need to find mine."

Blaine suddenly looked confused. "You're not going back with me?"

"Wouldn't that just make things more complicated?" I asked. This constant pushing and pulling were tiring me out. The last thing I wanted to do was let Blaine go, but we had to do what was best for him and his career until there was a calm moment to sort things out.

"It probably would," he replied. He saw the thoughts of separation going through my mind. I knew he knew.

"You need to release this album," I said.

"I need to be with you." Blaine closed his eyes and shook his head. He knew we were both tired of arguing. "God," he said after a moment. "Why am I so fucking in love with you, Kurt Hummel?"

I laughed, which was the only thing I could do instead of cry. "That's a darn good question."

"My manager is going to get suspicious soon," he said. "I should probably take the train back."

"You have to promise not to come back until your schedule calms down," I replied.

"It's not that easy."

I rolled my eyes, desperately avoiding tears. "It has to be."

"I have to record the rest of the songs, release the album, go to meetings and parties until the hype goes down, and then I have to plan my next tour. Then I go on tour. Then I write more songs, and Kurt, god dammit, it's an endless loop," he said, slowly getting louder.

"I know," I replied. I didn't know. I didn't want to know. I wanted to pretend that in a few months we could be together forever and that was that, and I didn't want to come out of the fantasy because I was so scared of losing the fantasy that was right in front of me.

"Why don't you come home with me?"

"This is my home!"

"Why does it have to be?" he asked, trying to keep a soft tone.

I had no answer.

"I don't really have a home," he said. "I have a house, a pretty nice one, too. But it's not my home. Ohio, that's not my home. My hometown, sure. But not a home."

"Where are you going with this?" I asked.

He held a finger up. "When you tour, it becomes harder to get homesick because there's nowhere to be sick of. That tour bus is your home," he inhaled slowly. "It was my home."

I was still confused. I wanted to hug him or to walk back inside and never have to look at him again because if I did I would miss him too much.

"That bus wasn't my home. My band," he bit his lip, "you. You guys are what I miss. Kurt, when I'm not with you I'm homesick. And if you tell me that you miss your family house when you're with me, I can't accept that as the truth, I just can't."

I turned around and started walking up the driveway. I couldn't let him see me cry.

"Kurt, you have no life here!" He called out.

I started walking faster.

"Please!" He cried.

I stopped. My eyes closed and I took in a shaky breath. Everything would have been so different if I walked inside. But I knew, I knew in every part of me, that what Blaine was saying was true.

I heard footsteps behind me, I felt him turn me around and his arms pulling me against him. I sunk into his touch, letting everything go. He didn't say anything, but he knew that I wanted to go with him.

And I would.

I told him to stay outside while I packed up my room. I reemerged about 20 minutes later with three suitcases of things. I would probably be coming back after I tell my parents and Finn what I was doing, but for now, I just had to leave. At this point, I was so scared of changing my mind and losing Blaine forever.

We took a train back to L.A. and had a long conversation with his manager about my long-term stay. Blaine and I had-- a pleasant afternoon-- and he was back to work the next day.

I called my family that morning and told them where I was and that I'd be staying with Blaine. I was surprised at how supportive they were.

I got a job as a waiter. Blaine worked most of the time. I went back to move more of my things a week later. We were happy. We were together. Everything was perfect.

After so long, however, nothing can remain perfect. 

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i'm sorry this chapter was so short. it's an incredibly difficult thing to talk about, especially to strangers. thank y'all for sticking with me. i'm sorry grandma, but i'm not shaving my legs just yet :)