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Author: Stoney
Title: Where There's Smoke [The EPILOGUE]
Rating: Fer Errbody (overall rated M: be old enough to not put me in jail, pls.)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Wes and David friendship, mentions of former Finn/Rachel
Word Count: 2400/100,000
Warnings: Kurt finally hangs out at the fire station. Guess what happens? (Be prepared, my firefighter daughters, for intense situations)
Summary: Fireman AU. A few months down the road.
A/N: This wouldn't exist (no, truly, I almost deleted it) without the most amazing editor a person could ask for, flaming_muse. Any remaining errors fall squarely on her my shoulders. I AM SO OVERWHELMED BY YOUR RESPONSE. Unbelievably gratifying, thank you so much, each and every one of you.

Previous Chapters: [Masterlist + One] [Two] [Three] [Four] [Five][Six] [Seven] [Eight] [Nine] [Ten] [Eleven] [Twelve]

One-Shots In This Universe
Sister's Story
Saying Goodbye to the Engine Co 204 Brownstone
...And Hello To Station 114
A Love I Can Be Sure Of
(more to come!)

Wanna see what I see? I made a scrapbook back when I started writing. Here's their world.]

[ETA] Please know that I typically am NOT okay with people building off my stories. [And you should always ask authors if they're okay with that, regardless of who it is.] I will share many things, but the little worlds that I create are not one of those things. Thank you for respecting that.

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Kurt shivered, even though he had on his good camel hair 3/4 length coat (estate sale, vintage Yves Saint Laurent, and it had been a cinch to take in at the waist) and his favorite cashmere scarf wrapped to cover his ears. It wasn’t usually this cold in New York City by November, but the weather apparently didn’t care to stick with the program and was running on a mid-January schedule.

Head down, he made his way to the red door situated between the two large garage doors, pulling one of his buttery soft leather gloves off his hand in order to turn the knob and get out of the cold. He slipped quickly inside and pressed his back against the door to shut it faster; the pneumatic hinge sometimes stuck and he didn’t want the men down by the rigs to yell at him for letting the cold in. Again.

After glancing upstairs to see if Blaine was out on the loft, he passed Wes, who was testing the control panel on the back of one of the trucks. Wes waved hello but before he could call out, Kurt held a finger to his lips to shush him. Wes grinned and waved him on, returning to his task. As Kurt walked past the opened door to the rec room, he could see Big John sitting at the table with a steaming bowl of soup. He pantomimed tip-toeing in an exaggerated fashion and cocked his head towards the staircase. John, like Wes, also laughed and waved him on.

Kurt crept up the stairs, resting as much weight on his hand at the railing so his feet would barely touch the edge of each step. He peeked around the corner before climbing the last flight to the upstairs loft to make sure Blaine wasn’t walking around outside his office or rummaging in one of the supply closets. The coast clear, he continued towards the--thankfully--open door to Blaine’s office. He tried to time each step with his exhales, trying to be as stealthy as possible. He only had, maybe, three more steps to the door.

“I know you’re out there, Kurt. Just come on in.”

Kurt stood up straight, a sour frown on his face. “How did you know I was here?”

“I’d know that cologne anywhere. Also, no one here wears cologne. Are you coming in, or am I coming out to get you?”

“Fine,” Kurt huffed, walking the rest of the way in. He sniffed at his scarf trying to make sure that he wasn’t drenched in scent. “Do I wear too much cologne?”

Blaine leaned back in his chair, hands crossed behind his head and a huge smile on his face. “Not at all. I happen to be quite fond of the way you smell, incidentally. They mopped up here with bleach an hour ago, so it’s a nice break from the earlier indoor pool smell.”

Kurt cocked one hip to the side and crossed his arms, reminding himself to not crush the box secreted away in his coat pocket. “I was trying to surprise you, you know.”

Blaine laughed, and Kurt couldn’t help but flush with warmth at the sound, his eyes drawn to the way Blaine’s chest bounced with each exhale. Blaine held out his hand, saying, “Come ‘ere.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and gave Blaine his still gloved hand, letting himself be tugged forward for a kiss. Blaine whispered against his mouth, “Every day with you is a surprise.”

Kurt leaned back against the inside of Blaine’s desk, their legs a tangle in the narrow space between the desk and Blaine in his chair. Blaine smiled up at him and began slowly pulling off Kurt’s remaining glove, kissing his wrist, his palms and then the knuckles at the back of his hand once it was free.

“You know, Captain,” Kurt huffed, but without any real aggravation, “you make it awfully hard to stay mad at you.”

“You weren’t mad at me to begin with.”

Kurt laughed, then forced a sober expression on his face, “I was, too. Livid. Positively--” He punctuated each syllable with a short kiss to Blaine’s mouth. “--livid.”

Blaine hummed and pulled Kurt into his lap, untangling Kurt’s scarf before rubbing the tip of his nose against Kurt’s neck. “You’re cold,” he said, squeezing Kurt as if he could press heat directly into Kurt’s body. “Not that I mind, but what brings you here tonight? I thought you’d be tunneled under all the blankets, nose buried in a book or watching some mindless tv.”

Kurt twirled a lock of Blaine’s hair around his finger, bouncing one leg. “That is still on the docket for the evening; the night is young. Also, you left out a steaming cup of tea and that I’d be wearing one of your sweatshirts. Since that’s all of you I’m going to get tonight of all nights.”

Blaine’s hands coasted up and down Kurt’s body and for a brief and wild moment, Kurt hated his many, many layers.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset, it’s my birthday,” Blaine murmured, his voice muffled further by having his mouth against Kurt’s neck.

“Because it’s your birthday today! And you’re working! I don’t know why you have to be nice and pick up someone’s shift. Just because Richard’s wife is having a baby,” Kurt flipped his hand dismissively. “Okay, I know. We’re going out tomorrow, but today is when you were born, and I wanted to do something now, not wait until tomorrow.”

Blaine looked up excitedly. “Did you bring me something?”

“I swear, you are like a toddler. Yes, I brought you a little something.”

Laughing, Kurt tried to bat Blaine’s hands away as he pawed all over Kurt’s coat looking for his present. He hopped out of Blaine’s lap, smirking when he heard the tiny whine from his boyfriend. Whirling around, he began unbuttoning his coat, his body flooding with heat as Blaine’s eyes went wide.

No, I didn’t bring you a striptease.” He slipped his coat off and draped it over the end of Blaine’s desk. “That’s for tomorrow,” he purred, waggling his eyebrows suggestively before laughing. “This is your gift.” Kurt slipped the wrapped, slender package out of the pocket and handed it over, perching on the edge of the desk, his weight back on his hands.

Blaine shook it next to his ear, getting a laugh from Kurt. “It’s not a tennis bracelet, I’m sorry.”

Taking his time to not tear the paper--something that Kurt feigned annoyance at but secretly loved, that Blaine appreciated simple details like how a gift was wrapped--Blaine finally revealed a long, rectangular box, about as long as a hardback book and half as wide. He looked up quizzically but excitedly at Kurt as he lifted off the top.

Every time either of them had left Blaine’s house, the habit passed down through the Anderson family of touching the worn plaque at the door carried on. Kurt didn’t mind its exclusive language - it was so worn and dingy from lack of being polished that the words were barely legible.

But the miniature version on Blaine’s desk, that was something Kurt could do something about.

Kurt held his breath in anticipation as Blaine saw what it was. He watched Blaine’s eyes dart left to right as they skimmed over the gift; Kurt’s nerves were positively jangling with worry by this point.

“Is it too much? I’m sorry, it was something I’ve been thinking of getting you for sometime, and I didn’t mean to replace anything, just build on it and--”

Blaine turned to look at him, and Kurt’s heart lodged in his throat, hot and burning. Blaine had tears in his eyes and a tremulous smile fighting to stay on his face. “Kurt.”

Kurt bit his lip, his own eyes stinging at the thought of having upset Blaine, which was the very last thing he meant to do. “I’m sorry, I can take it back-- well, no, it’s engraved, but I can get you something else; I can do that right now.”

He reached out to grab at the box when Blaine took his hand, standing, and held the flat of Kurt’s palm to his chest. “I love it. Kurt...it’s perfect.”

“Oh,” Kurt sighed, relaxing a bit against Blaine’s warm body. “Really? I worried that it was a bit much, like I’m declaring something, and--”

“You can declare that. It’s wonderful,” Blaine said, kissing the corner of Kurt’s mouth, “and I love it.” He kissed the other corner, slipping the box onto his desk and wrapping his arms around Kurt to kiss him more thoroughly. Kurt couldn’t help himself, a few of the tears slipped down his cheek, so relieved that his gift was accepted, so relieved to be with someone that wanted Kurt to make declarations about their relationship and where they were inevitably headed as a couple.

Over the months they had become Kurt-and-Blaine, inseparable, loving, and undeniably happy. When Rachel’s friend that owned their apartment lost his position in his national tour in late September and needed to have his space again, Blaine had offered for Kurt to take up permanent residence in his home. The music room was both of their spaces now, and since Kurt’s performance over the summer, he had been given an offer for an original show in which he would star. Obviously, he jumped at the chance.

(He only admitted in the small hours to Blaine, and only when Blaine was very sleepy, that he was still miffed that they wouldn’t call it “Kurt Hummel: The Kurt Hummel Experience.”)

They had combined their lives easily, happy to work around each other’s schedules; as long as they could see each other every day, they knew it would work. They intrinsically understood that life could change on a dime, and they didn’t want to waste a moment.

They held each other, their breathing slowing to match each other’s, aware of how precious it was, the love they shared. After a moment, Blaine pulled back and kissed Kurt gently, his thumb stroking across Kurt’s cheek, wiping away the faint tear track. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Kurt replied, still so giddy every time Blaine said those three words, and more sure and certain about their future every time Kurt repeated it back.

Blaine took the old plaque from his desk and stuck it in a drawer. “Sonja will like this,” Blaine said, pulling out the velvet covered stand on the back of the new plaque to stand it up next to the framed picture of the two of them, cheek to cheek. Carole had snapped it after Kurt’s performance back in August.

“Well, Sonja can get her own. This one is for my man,” Kurt said, smirking as he ran his hand down the center of Blaine’s chest.

Blaine chuckled against Kurt’s neck, sending shivers to every inch of Kurt’s body. “Yes, I am.” Blaine pressed little kisses up his neck, pulling back to look at him in the eye. No regrets, no fears, no concerns, nothing but love shone back; Kurt sometimes couldn’t believe his luck, to have met the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, someone so perfect for him.

And, he thought a little rebelliously at times, how perfect he was for Blaine. Left to his own devices, Blaine would work himself to death or have a cardio-infarction while eating a bucket of fried butter. They complimented each other’s personalities, bringing out the best in both of them.

Someone cleared their throat outside Blaine’s office. Kurt went still, a blush flaring up his neck and heating his face.

“Give me a second, Bill; a guy only turns 27 once.”

Kurt heard Bill’s huff of breath; Kurt had learned over the months that it served as a deep laugh for him. Kurt pulled back from Blaine, smoothing his hair over his ear.

“Call me when you get to bed?” Blaine asked.

“As always,” Kurt replied, running his hand down the length of Blaine’s arm. He’d thought in the beginning of their relationship that he couldn’t sleep without hearing Blaine’s voice, and it had proved to be true. The nights where Blaine was on shift were the nights where Kurt went to bed with his phone, talking until sleepy, then letting Blaine’s voice lull him fully.

He put his coat back on, wrapped his scarf back tightly and held his gloves in one hand, reluctant to leave. “Happy birthday.”

Blaine kicked his foot out gently, running his instep along Kurt’s ankle. “It is. We’ll celebrate for real tomorrow.”

“You bet we will, mister,” Kurt said with a lascivious lilt in his voice. He blew a kiss to Blaine as he walked out. He pulled on his gloves as he made his way to the front door, a smile on his face as he went home.


Kurt’s version of the “FIREFIGHTER'S PRAYER”

When I am called to Duty, and
Wherever flames may rage,
Give me the strength to save some life
Whatever be their age.

Help me embrace a little child
Before it is too late.
Or save some older person
From the horror of that fate.

Enable me to be alert
And hear the weakest shout.
And quickly and efficiently
To put the fire out.

I want to fill my calling
And give the best in me
To guard my every neighbor
And protect their property.

And if I have to lose my life
According to my fate
Please bless with your protecting hand
My ever-loving mate.

And in small font at the very bottom, “With all my love, Kurt.”

One-Shots In This Universe
Sister's Story
Saying Goodbye to the Engine Co 204 Brownstone
...And Hello To Station 114
A Love I Can Be Sure Of


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Dec. 24th, 2011 01:25 am (UTC)
GOING TO READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dec. 24th, 2011 01:33 am (UTC)

Dec. 24th, 2011 04:36 pm (UTC)
*slips wallet under your tongue* Don't you go dying on me!
Dec. 24th, 2011 01:36 am (UTC)
It's 1.30 in the morning and I've been on a train all day, but *melts in goopy puddle*

I love them so much.
Dec. 24th, 2011 04:36 pm (UTC)
Oh, what a stressful day! I'm glad this offered some kind of relief, then! (I love them, too.) Thank you.
Dec. 24th, 2011 01:39 am (UTC)
So, I've been waiting until the end to comment to save you thirteen variances on "adhlahfhkhfd" (and, coincidentally, can we talk about how glad I am that you posted this now, given that your usual updating schedule meant this would have appeared on my f-list on Christmas Day), but this was so wonderful, and I'm kind of in love with it. ♥

I love how you've taken the Kurt and Blaine we know and love and extrapolated them into believable versions of themselves in this universe. Their relationship reads wonderfully but I also adore both of them as individual characters in their own right here, especially Kurt with all his fashion related snark and his determination to achieve his dreams. And all the supporting characters were fabulous - I might have even found myself shipping David/Rachel for a second there. Although that could just be my crazy shipper goggles that I apply to everything like whoa.

Thank you for a such a lovely fic to make one of my favourite times of the year even better! ♥
Dec. 24th, 2011 04:39 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much for reading! I'm glad my sneaky surprise of posting early worked out for you! :D

I'm OVERJOYED to hear that the characterization rang true, down to the cast of extras. :) Ha, I hadn't thought of Rachel and David EVER until it just happened here. :) I've been happily shocked by the support for that pairing this little story of mine has gotten.

Thank you so much, and I hope you're having a wonderful holiday. <3
Dec. 24th, 2011 01:41 am (UTC)

Dec. 24th, 2011 04:39 pm (UTC)
*passes tissues* D:
Dec. 24th, 2011 01:41 am (UTC)
Hokay, so maybe I should leave a proper review.

So, just as a reference, when this chapter got posted, this song was on my Spotify, and it reduced me to tears, in combination with your fic:

ANYWAY. Oh man. OH MAN. They're so *married*. They're so married. Well, coupled up and in love. I love it. It's down the line, and they're still together. Taking every day as it is, and making the most of it.

GAH KURT GOT THEIR OWN VERSION OF THE FIREMAN'S PRAYER DONE AH MAH GAHD!!!!!!!!!! <333 Seriously, my heart is melting into a million little pots of special.

“Call me when you get to bed?” Blaine asked.

“As always,” Kurt replied, running his hand down the length of Blaine’s arm. He’d thought in the beginning of their relationship that he couldn’t sleep without hearing Blaine’s voice, and it had proved to be true. The nights where Blaine was on shift were the nights where Kurt went to bed with his phone, talking until sleepy, then letting Blaine’s voice lull him fully.

He put his coat back on, wrapped his scarf back tightly and held his gloves in one hand, reluctant to leave. “Happy birthday.”

Blaine kicked his foot out gently, running his instep along Kurt’s ankle. “It is. We’ll celebrate for real tomorrow.”

“You bet we will, mister,” Kurt said with a lascivious lilt in his voice. He blew a kiss to Blaine as he walked out. He pulled on his gloves as he made his way to the front door, a smile on his face as he went home.

soighrosighrdjghkjdfghkjf <33333333333333333 It's so fucking ADORABLE AND I JUST WANT TO HIT THEM THEY'RE SO ADORABLE.

You, madam, have created a masterpiece, and if I get a Kindle for Christmas, this is the first bad boy that's going on it......

Thank you for bringing this fic to our lives. I look forward to any work you do in the future.


Edited at 2011-12-24 01:42 am (UTC)
Dec. 24th, 2011 02:19 am (UTC)
omg I love Muse and this song :D
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Dec. 24th, 2011 01:45 am (UTC)

But really, this entire story was SO SO SO amazing. You did such a good job on it.

*bookmarks so I can download it when I get my Kindle in two days*
Dec. 24th, 2011 04:43 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry, but it had to end! ):

But I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and that you want to take it with you. BEST RESPONSE EVER! (Oooh, and have fun with your Kindle, man, have I loved mine.)

Dec. 24th, 2011 01:46 am (UTC)

So good, I love the prayer at the end. PERFECT.
Dec. 24th, 2011 04:44 pm (UTC)
YAY!!! Thank you so much! GAH - MINI-WARBLER!! I want to steal that cute kid away.

<3 <3 <3
Dec. 24th, 2011 01:48 am (UTC)
Christmas came early! Yay!

This is gorgeous, Stoney. The prayer is perfect.
Dec. 24th, 2011 04:44 pm (UTC)
Haha, I'm glad you're happy that it did!! And thank you - so, so much. I'm blown away by the response. ALL THE HEARTS FOR YOU!
Dec. 24th, 2011 01:49 am (UTC)
Sobbing...you posted early and now its ooooovvvverrrrrr...waaaaahhhhh!

The perfect domesticity of this last chapter was like a lovely bow on the bestest Christmas present I will get this year. I love that Kurt found a way to make the fireman's prayer his own (as he does with most things)and I love knowing that they are both so secure in their future.

I know I don't need to say it, but I will, that this was just the most wonderful journey that you took us on. I am so grateful that the powers of flaming_muse's persuasion kept you from deleting this. I have already downloaded the ePub version (thanks for that, BTW. You saved me the step of converting it myself.) This story has been added to the very short list of my most favorite Kurt and Blaine stories and I will not only read and treasure it again many times over but promise to recommend it to anyone who will listen. I will miss getting your daily updates and leaving you overly-wordy comments back. These things have been the highlight of my day for the last 2 weeks!

I eagerly await your next fic, whatever it might be.

Wishing you a happy whatever and a very, joyful, Klaine filled New Year! xoxo

Dec. 24th, 2011 04:45 pm (UTC)
Ha, I love that you pointed out how Kurt retools things to make them work for him - it's one of the qualities I love best about that character!

I have been just unbelievably happy to get every single message from you, every comment, you've brought a huge smile to my face. Thank you, and from the bottom of my heart. <3
Dec. 24th, 2011 01:50 am (UTC)



It's ok, I just celebrated my own Christmas tonight, that's all.

Anyways, it was beautiful, words can't explain how much I've looked forward to these updates everyday. I thank you so much for sharing this with us, and I hope to bribe you to write more for this fandom, not specific to this verse, but just Klaine in general. Because you're fucking amazing, that's why!

So yeah, thanks for everything!!!
Dec. 24th, 2011 04:47 pm (UTC)

Thank YOU so much for reading along and commenting! And oh, I plan on more Klaine (I've written two others, FAR, FAR shorter than this) but yes - I love them, and as long as I'm still finding them wonderful, there will be something to talk about.

THANK YOU. So, so much.
Dec. 24th, 2011 01:50 am (UTC)

BEAUTIFUL. I can't use that word enough because it's true. What a lovely way to end this story. And I'm incredibly sad to have it be officially done but it makes reading it again that much better.

Thank you :)

Dec. 24th, 2011 05:03 pm (UTC)
AHAHAHAHA, oh my god, all the ugly sobbing for Toy Story 3. GAH. Like, end of Iron Giant sobbing.

THANK YOU. You are a delight, a work and a wonder, and I have loved every single gif and comment from you. THANK YOU! <3
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Dec. 24th, 2011 05:03 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you for that!! I'm so, so happy that you enjoyed this. THANK YOU.
Dec. 24th, 2011 01:53 am (UTC)
I love how it ended but I am so sad it has too! I'm going to miss having this fic to look forward to everyday. And Kurt's gift is great. All the awards to you. Now I'm going to go reread and re-experience it. I'm sure you're busy with your website and everything life includes, but if you ever have the time you should write more stories because they are amazing.
Dec. 24th, 2011 05:04 pm (UTC)
I will definitely write more, this is my fandom! :D Thank you so much, I really appreciate every sweet comment from you. <3
Dec. 24th, 2011 01:54 am (UTC)
I cannot believe that it is over :(

I loved every paragraph. So Great!
Dec. 24th, 2011 05:04 pm (UTC)

And thank you!! I am so glad you enjoyed this. <3 <3
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Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

Time Wot It Is

April 2017
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