Klaine Oneshots

Pulling The Puzzles Apart

AU - In which, after months of treatment, the doctors finally reveal that Kurt's cancer in incurable.

'I knew I'd find you here.' Kurt says; his hands tucked away into the pockets of his jeans. He stares out over the stage, seeing Blaine clinging to the old lamppost prop in the centre; his forehead resting on clenched fists as his feet scuff and kick at the floor.

The theatre lights are off at this time of night. The stage Kurt had become so intimately acquainted with over his last few years performing there, no longer holding the magic it once did. Now it seems more like a ghost town – dusty and empty and full of unwanted echoes.

Blaine doesn't look at him. Doesn't even acknowledge his presence. He just stands there, up against the prop like he wants to either beat it to the ground or wash it away with his tears.

He's not crying though.

Kurt can't hear sobs.

All he can hear is slow, uneven breathing and the roughness of loafers grating against the worn wooden stage.

His heart stutters and he holds his breath, hoping to hear anything, anything that could break this ear splitting repetition – to give some semblance of life or emotion other than the drawing in of breath. What he gets doesn't make him feel any better.

'How can they do that?' Blaine says; his eyes clenched shut. 'How can they just give up like that, huh? He spins around, one hand dragging down his face the other still clenched tight. He groans, his throat sounding raw and ragged, like it would hurt to even inhale. 'Like it's nothing - Like you're nothing. I can't-' He lets out an infuriated scream and slams his foot into the lamppost. A metallic boom ricochets around the stage, and Kurt flinches.

Blaine's facing Kurt now, his eyes wide and red – but not wet. There are no tears to be seen; just a pure, unadulterated rage. The kind Kurt hasn't seen in him for years. It's almost terrifying to see it return like this; especially now. Those emotions that Blaine has kept locked away for so long tearing through his body like bullets out a gun. Kurt can almost sense them rippling through the other man. He doesn't know what to do. Throughout this process Blaine has been brave, so, so braze. Kurt supposes that it's finally become too much.

'They aren't giving up' Kurt says, taking a step forwards – out of the wings and onto the stage. He can see the audience now – well, the empty seats where the audience would be sitting. He wants to calm Blaine down, to make him stop and tell him that everything will be alright. But he can't. Everything won't be alright, and he's not about to lie to the most important person in his life.

'They did everything they could, Blaine. Honestly-'

Blaine slams his foot against the ground with an ear splitting bang. A little dust flakes away from the curtains just behind Kurt and he catches it spinning from the corner of his eye.

'Well they didn't do enough!'

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Nothing

.

Blaine's scream echoes around the room for what seems like hours. His eyes are wide and Kurt can see them almost flaming in the darkness. Alight with complete and utter rage.

But then the fire flickers – Blaine blinks – and it's gone.

'They didn't do enough...'

It's barely a whisper. Kurt can scarcely make it out as the other shout still rings in his ears. But it's there.

And then Blaine crumbles.

Kurt rushes over to him; his shoes clacking furiously on the wood as he goes.