spoiler reaction fic (based on what we heard from gleekoutbr today)
Kurt stopped in his tracks and whipped around to face Isabelle’s desk.
"I- Ms. Wright, I’m so sorry! Dance ran late and I didn’t want to show up here in yoga pants because I mean, I represent Vogue and you and what kind of image would that be? You’d probably fire me on the spot I mean of course if I’m not…fired…already…" Wide-eyed and panting, he trailed off at Isabelle’s raised palm.
"Okay," he plopped down on the chair across from her. "Am I…f-fired? I swear it won’t happen again and I know I’ve said it before but Ms. July is-"
"First of all, I told you to call me Isabelle. Ms. Wright makes me feel old. And you don’t think I’m old do you?”
Kurt chuckled, “Of course not.”
"Good. Second, what in God’s name are you thinking?"
Not hearing him, Isabelle continued, “As if I could fire my favorite intern just because he’s working his butt off at school and for me. Not to mention the stress you’re under trying to choose between two of those gorgeous boys…”
"How did you-?"
"I know everything that goes on with my workers," she tapped her nose. "This sniffer doesn’t miss a thing!"
Kurt stared at her blankly, blinking back the confusion and, well, violation he felt at her knowing so much. Was he that obvious? DId Blaine and Adam…no, they couldn’t possibly know…could they?
"Honey, interns talk. Especially when you take chatty roommates to chatty parties.”
"I knew taking those two anywhere would be a mistake," Kurt grumbled. He paused and heaved out a sigh. "What am I supposed to do, Isabelle?"
Isabelle gave him a pitying look. She reached out and grabbed his hand. “Tell your Fairy Godmother exactly what’s going on,” she said. Kurt let out a laugh and Isabelle threw him a wink at the reference to his fumbling first few months working there when he couldn’t believe anything this good could ever happen to him.
More at ease, he started to talk.
"It all started when you told me that forgiving was the best way to move on. I called Blaine and we talked it out. He came to visit me at Christmas, and we agreed we’d stay friends. He- he promised me he’d look after my dad if he got sick, we sang together, made dinner together… it was perfect. It was all that I’d wanted for us…before. But he went home a friend, and well, I met Adam." Kurt smiled, remembering the goofy kid in a beanie, just before they met.
"He was nice to me, he flirted with me, he made me feel wanted. Happy," he continued. "I thought I could get over Blaine. He was having his own boy troubles at home- a crush on a straight guy- and I was jealous, sure, but we could talk about it. As friends. And it was okay. I still missed him like crazy, but it was bearable. But remember when I flew back for my old choir teacher’s almost-wedding? Seeing him again. God, he was gorgeous, Isabelle. Just stunning. It made me think of the wedding I had planned for us, everything I hoped we would have. That night, emotions ran high and we spent the night together. He insisted that we would be together again, but I- I went home. To Adam.”
"Oh sweetie. Did you tell him?"
"No, I couldn’t. It was so new and he was so sweet. Santana, one of my crazy roommates, tried to but I stopped her. And then proceeded to cry over Come What May because that- that was supposed to be our wedding song."
"You and Blaine’s?" Kurt sniffed wetly and nodded.
"It was always going to be him. I, god, I still want it to be him. But he hurt me so much, Isabelle. How do I let that go?"
"You’ve forgiven him, though, haven’t you? Like I asked?"
"And you love him?"
"So, so much."
"I don’t see the problem here, dear." Isabelle leaned back in her chair and shot Kurt a triumphant smile. "I think you’ve already made up your mind, you’re just too scared to take the next step. A boy like your Blaine? Someone who hurts so deeply because of what he’s done? He wouldn’t hurt you ever again."
"I know… But what if I could love Adam? What if I could love him like I do Blaine?"
"Well, what if you could?"
"You asked the question, so answer it! Would you be happy?"
"I… don’t know."
"Would he make you happy?"
"I think he could… He would try."
"He’s a good guy, Isabelle. And he’s trying so hard."
"Why make him try for something that’s only going to hurt him in the end? Kurt, does Blaine make you happy?"
"Would you be happy with him?"
"Now what did you say to me when I asked the same thing about Adam?"
"Oh is right. I’ve never seen anyone so torn up yet so confident in a relationship before." Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "Alright, that’s a lie but it just proves my point! I know what I’m talking about. Now are you going to call your man or do I have to do it myself?”
Kurt held up his hands defensively and laughed. “I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”
"Good. See? Listening to me, that’s what I’m paying you for!"
They sat back in silence for a few moments, Kurt waiting for his next instructions, Isabelle’s thought process already having moved on to the next task.
Kurt shifted uncomfortably, “So… Do you need me to do anything today?”
"I thought my instructions were clear: Go. Call. Your. Man! Shoo, get out of here before I change my mind and make you work coffee duty again!"
Kurt opened and closed his mouth, but when nothing came out he just smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Isabelle.” He got up phone already in hand, palm sweating, and heart beating faster at what he was about to do. Halfway out the door, he spun around. “Oh, um, Isabelle? Could I…take the rest of the week off as well?”
She smiled at him knowingly. “Only because I want to meet that boyfriend of yours one day! He will be coming to New York, won’t he?”
"Yes ma’am!" Kurt turned again and marched out of the office, dialing numbers automatically.
"Hey, Dad? I need a favor."
"What’s up, bud?"
"How early of a flight can I get to Lima?"
"Well, if you want to make it here before Regionals…"
"Wait, it’s Regionals?" Burt chuckled at Kurt’s confusion. He knew the real reason for his son’s call, but he’d never pass up an opportunity to push his buttons.
"Finally got your head out of your ass, did ya?"
"Well, it’s true! So I’ll have him pick you up tonight then?"
"I- oh my god, yeah. Yes. Thank you, Dad."
"No problem, kiddo. It’s about time you two worked it out. I’ve been looking forward to a real wedding since that mess your brother got into got cancelled."
"But weren’t you against-"
"Tell me you and Blaine haven’t been an old married couple since the moment you met."
"Got me there, Dad."
Burt huffed out a laugh. “Dad’s always right, remember that, kiddo. And I think Carole’s got me turnin’ into a silly old romantic again.”
Kurt smiled, remembering those very words coming out of his mouth.
It’s not silly.