Notes

But Now You Know How Happy I Can Be

FIVE YEARS LATER

1.

Kurt feels himself waking up to the blaring sound of the alarm and all but slams his hand on the snooze button. He doesn't move thought; facing his day is not something he's ready for. He sighs, his eyes still closed, and rolls over in their bed – after years of living together, it still mesmerizes him that he can call it 'theirs'. When his shoulder and back touch cold sheets though, he cracks an eye open.

Yep, just like he suspected: Blaine is gone.

Kurt knew by the time he'd wake up, Blaine would have left already. Still, he had hope.

Not that Blaine not being there is a bad thing. No, not really. Actually, not at all.

Blaine had a meeting with his – theirs - possible next director early this morning, because that was the only possible schedule she could fit him in. As a famous Broadway director, one couldn't expect her to be free all day.

Last week, Kurt and Blaine were rehearsing late at night at the theater Blaine's currently playing a secondary part when the song went from "The Confrontation" from Les Mis to "One Hand, One Heart" from West Side Story. They went from a choreography with pipes to use as swords to holding each other by their fingertips and looking lovingly at each other's eyes, none of them slipping a note at any second. They finished the song and beamed at the other, until a clapping sound reached their ears. The famous director saw them acting and wanted to work with them in the leading roles. She scheduled a meeting with them a few days later. Then she one with Kurt alone, which happened the day before, and now with Blaine alone. If she still excited to meet Blaine, Kurt did a good job on his solo interview and they did a marvelous job together.

She wanted to produce a big show, something new, but with a hint of classic still. Kurt had a few ideas that he brainstormed with his fiancée and was eager to suggest them to their – hopefully – new director.

After taking a look at the clock on his nightstand and concluding he has some spare time, Kurt rolls further and ends up with his face buried in his fiancée's pillow, inhaling his scent and tangling his arms and legs in the sheets as he takes a few minutes before starting his day.

Kurt stumbles out of bed and into the kitchen. A smile tugs on his lips as he takes view of the space around him. A pile of pancakes freshly made, syrup, cream and other toppings all laid out on the counter. On top of a plate that sits next to utensils, a note is waiting for Kurt.

It's amazing that after years of reading Blaine's notes, Kurt's stomach can't get used to it and it burns with excitement.

I can't wait to marry you in seven days. –B.

Kurt smiles and cradles the note to his chest. Yeah, Kurt can't wait either.

Later they talked and Kurt confirmed his suspicions: this one was an allusion from one of Blaine's first notes, back when he – thought he – was unknown to Kurt as B.

***

2.

It's Wednesday night. Date night of the week. Kurt and Blaine are sitting on the couch – more like Blaine is sprawled on the couch as Kurt lays on top of him.

Kurt rests his head on his fiancée's muscular chest, enjoying the feeling of Blaine's talented finger – for both music and other things – gently scratching his scalp.

He thought the shorter man needed a certain level of care today when he got home and saw Blaine crying. Not full out sobbing, but wiping tears with the back of his hand and sniffling a bit. Kurt's stomach dropped when he saw a notepad with endless lines filled with Blaine's gracious handwriting.