99 Perspectives on a Single Love Story #99
A/N: The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.
I started something like this a while back - and now I’m taking the idea and really running with it. Each chapter is a ficlet of a different character at a different point in Kurt and Blaine’s life - documenting their love story. This starts in Audition, and each chapter will be paired with a different episode until reaching Dreams Come True.
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Sue Sylvester (Dreams Come True)
“It’s been over ten years now since I started on this journey. I was much younger then - in my late twenties, and naïve about how much of a magnetic pull this story would have on me. Oh, I know you think I’m a bitter old pill, but my heart isn’t completely made of stone. Even I succumbed to the saccharine sappiness of this beautiful and ridiculous love story. Did I know then that I would become obsessed with what the historians will deem one of the most provocative and inspiring love stories? Did I know then that I’d end up spending a large part of my time to the utter secret devotion to these two young men? Did I know then that I’d slave away creating the most perfect shrine for them? Let me tell you this - I did not know then. But I have no regrets now.
“And I get it. What’s so appealing you ask? Kurt Hummel, my dear, sweet Porcelain, was just your stereotypical gay kid with a creepy crush on his would-be brother and a rocky, yet overly sentimental relationship with his dad that would make most Hallmark movies seem like Pulp Fiction. And true, Blaine Anderson seemed like an over eager puppy with too much product in his hair and a personality that seemed to change year after year. I never expected such outwardly annoying people to captivate me. And yet, they did…
“You see, one day, my drones were on their normal routine course after hours at McKinley, and what they caught on tape shook me to my core. What they captured was a moment - an expression of love between two men on an empty stage that was so earnest, so innocent, so mind boggling simple in its sweetness that my cold, dead heart felt something stir. There’s magic here, I thought when I watched that tape. And I spent all of my time - the time that I hadn’t set aside to win Cheerio champions or take down Will Schuester or plot my epic take down of Principal Figgins - to make sure that they had a happily ever after.
“It’s true, their love story hasn’t been perfect. Did they really have to break up twice? Blaine sticking his lighthouse up someone else just did not seem like good character development to me. And there’s no way Porcelain would ditch his one true love once they found their scarcely decorated and much too unbelievably expensive for college students home in New York. And also true that I may have had a hand in manipulating and shaping their story to move in the direction I wanted to go. But even if they would deny it themselves, I don’t think any of us could escape the inevitable merging of these two young men into one - welding themselves together to become the juggernaut that is Klaine.
“Klaine, Klaine, Klaine… It’s a hypnotizing sound if you say it enough times in your head, is it not?
“Oh, so even now, even after the union of their souls, I revel in their love. I’ve been to all the performances of over indulgent takes on classic plays with questionably gender swapped roles that they’ve landed themselves in these days. And I was there the day that Rachel Berry pushed out of her vagina their curly haired, blue-eyed perfect baby girl, who impossibly looks like both of them, and will undoubtedly end up penniless in a thankless fine arts career. And now that they’ve put that restraining order on me, I may no longer be able to share that love as closely as I once did - but their love story will forever live on in the hearts of all of us.”
Sue Sylvester leans back in her beach chair, looking out at the sunrise on the ocean. Ah, the dawn of a new day, she thinks as she sips a Piña Colada out of a coconut. It’s a bit muggy and warm out, and the breeze is getting sand everywhere, but at least she doesn’t need to stay in Florida for that long.
“I don’t understand why you’re telling me all of this.” Sitting beside her on the beach is a very grumpy and unappreciative Ken Tanaka. “You’re the Vice President of the United States, and you’ve just wasted hours of your time, pulling me out of my peaceful retirement at an ungodly hour in the morning just to update me on a student I had over a decade ago, and his boyfriend?”
“Husband…”
“You’re insane, Sue Sylvester. I hate to break it to you - but nobody cares. I’d rather hear about those two cheerleaders who used to make out for all the football players.”
“Well, then.” Sue gets up, promptly throwing the Piña Colada in Ken Tanaka’s face - making him stupidly gape like a fish as the coconut drops into the sand. She then adjusts her tracksuit, brushes the sand off her pants, and takes out a pair of sunglasses, putting them on as she signals for her secret servicemen. Clearly, she is done here. “I suppose it’s all just a matter of perspective.”