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Myosotis sylvatica (24/24)

Notes: And here we are. After 11 months, we have reached the end of the 2019 Advent. Thank you for waiting patiently, since I am ten months late, but here we finally are.

While writing this long epilogue, I also wrote some ‘missing scenes’ about Blaine’s family finding out about the amnesia. The three chapters are published in Myosotis scorpioides.

Now, enjoy reading the end of Myosotis sylvatica.

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YEARN

January 2029

Mae and Wes decided to marry on January 1st 2029, a year after their engagement. Yup, they have a New Year’s Day wedding. Some people in the wedding party still seem hungover. Mae and Wes both have wedding parties and Kurt is part of Mae’s.

They did not want to divide their wedding parties by gender, since that is outdated in 2029, and because they did not wanted to be limited in choosing their wedding parties. Besides, Mae’s sibling’s gender identity changes based on who’s fronting, and Mae definitely wants her sibling in her wedding party.

Kurt’s honoured to be chosen by Mae. He’s here with Kitty, Roderick and some people he doesn’t really know. Everyone’s sitting in the bride’s room, watching Mae panic.

Mae is shuffling around the room. She’s dragging the train of her beautiful wedding dress around.

“Mae, sit down, you’re driving us all mad!” Kitty snaps. It’s probably not appropriate to get angry at the bride on her wedding, but Kitty doesn’t care and she’s right. Mae’s shuffling is slowly getting on people’s nerves, since her dress rustles a lot.

Roderick says: “Should I sing?”

Kurt snorts. Roderick’s singing is often a miracle cure, but Mae is so utterly nervous that even that might not help.

“I’m not nervous about marrying him,” Mae says, as if she’s read Kurt’s mind, “I’m absolutely sure that I want to marry him and to start a family with him. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I love kids, that’s why I became a teacher! But my entire family is about to be here and some of them can be kind of judgemental and some of them flew all the way from Senegal and the Netherlands to be here and I just… gosh… jitters!”

Kate, one of Mae’s friends, gets up and she puts her hands on Mae’s shoulders. “Inhale.”

Mae does.

“Exhale.”

Mae does that as well.

“You know that your mom and dad will have everything under control,” Leslie, an alter of Mae’s sibling, says carefully. Mae is too nervous, so everything can set her off. As far as Kurt knows, Leslie is the one who fronts the most and who’s closest with Mae.

“I know, I know,” Mae sighs, “But grandma Joke is gonna be here and you know what she’s like.”

“Fuck grandma Joke and her weird conservative views,” Leslie yells.

Mae rolls her eyes. “Nice of you to show on my wedding, Jan.”

“They’re right,” Kurt says quickly, “Today is about you and Wes. No one else. Not even us.”

Kitty nods. “Even though we’re the best wedding party ever!”

“Heck yeah,” Jeremy yells. He’s Mae’s closest colleague.

Mae still seems nervous and Kurt sighs. Wedding nerves. Kurt almost had them. It’s insane to him that he’s now at the age that his friends are getting married, but then again, Rachel had told them that Brittany and Santana got married in their early twenties.

Kurt’s phone beeps and he smiles at Blaine’s text.

>Wes is totally freaking out. How’s Mae?

Kurt looks at Mae talking frantically to some other people in the wedding party and he sighs.

>I think she’s losing it tbh. How are you dealing with Wes freaking out?

A reply comes quickly.

>Not. I’m letting Adam handle all that for now.

Kurt snorts. He still thinks it is quite funny that Adam is part of Wes’s wedding party whereas Sebastian isn’t involved. The only reason that he’s invited is because of Mae. Wes almost barred him from coming.

> He misses Angela, tho. He wishes she were here.

Kurt knows what Wes means. Kurt might not get married today, but knowing that Finn won’t be there at his wedding hurts. All this wedding talk has made Kurt think a lot about weddings and marriage. He watches Mae fumble with her dress, which horrifies Kurt, since the lace is delicate. Despite that, he smiles warmly when he sees Mae. She’s getting married! Kurt’s extremely happy for her.

The wedding planner comes in to tell everyone that it’s time to go. Mae pales slightly.

“Mae, Kurt is right,” Kate once again puts her hands on Mae’s shoulders to steady her, “Forget everyone else but Wes. Focus on him and how much you love him.”

Mae exhales deeply. “Okay.”

They all move to the barn, since Mae and Wes have a wedding in a barn just outside the city center. They were inspired by Brittany and Santana, who apparently had a barn wedding as well. The entire place is beautifully decorated. It’s a cold day, but Mae and Wes have put heating devices everywhere. It is really nice inside the barn.

Blaine and Wes’s old glee club does the music and they’re singing an acapella cover over Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. Wes is standing at the altar. Kurt and Leslie walk down the aisle together. The other members of the wedding party follow suit and eventually, Mae walks down the aisle with both parents.

Kurt moves to the side to stand with Blaine.

The officiator starts: “Welcome everyone to this wedding, bienvenue à tous à ce mariage, 欢迎大家参加这场婚礼, welkom allemaal op deze bruiloft.”

Kurt’s very impressed by this person’s language skills, but it’s true that people from all over the world are here. The officiator continues their speech. Mae and Wes didn’t write vows, because they simply didn’t want to, so the ceremony is relatively small.

“Do you, Wes Xiùlán Montgomery, take Mae Anniek Ndeye Faal-De Vries as your lawfully wedded spouse?”

“Heck yeah!” Wes yells loudly, which causes some people to laugh. To Kurt’s horror, some of the Warblers dab. Blaine has explained dabbing to him and it’s ridiculous.

“Do you, Mae Anniek Ndeye Faal-De Vries, take Wes Xiùlán Montgomery as your lawfully wedded spouse?”

A tear streams down Mae’s cheek when she says: “I sure as fuck do.”

“Then, by the power invested in me by the internet and the state of New York, I now pronounce you married!” the officiator says, “You may kiss each other.”

Mae immediately dips Wes into a kiss and the attendees stand up to applaud them. Kurt takes Blaine’s hand as they watch Mae and Wes kiss. It’s beautiful. The kiss goes on and on, but no one complains.

When they’re finally done kissing, they hold hands and they run down the aisle while the others applaud. Kurt and Blaine are standing side by side and they cheer loudly when their friends pass them.

All the other people in the wedding people follow after them, but Kurt makes Blaine stay put.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Kurt says nervously.

“Hm?”

“This whole wedding thing put things in perspective for me,” Kurt says. He takes a deep breath. “I think I’d like to get engaged again.”

And it is silent for a moment. Some might wonder why Kurt cancelled the wedding in the first place, since he got engaged again only a few months later. Some might say that Kurt should’ve postponed it, instead of fully cancelling everything. For a split second, Kurt is worried that Blaine’s going to ask those questions, since Blaine looks a bit confused.

But then he smiles widely.

“… Love, that is one hell of a romantic proposal!”

Blaine understands. Of course, he does understand why Kurt is asking him to marry now. It’s all about feeling. A few months ago, it didn’t feel right, but now it does. Blaine cups Kurt’s face and he plants a big kiss on his face.

There’s no ring. They are standing in the barn where their two friends just got married. But it’s just another thing that happened in an unexpected way, but it still feels right. It’s not the proposal Kurt dreamt of, but it’s his. Kitty said it a while ago. When you’re ready, you know, and Kurt and Blaine are definitely ready.

July 2030

On some days, Kurt still struggles with the fact that he’s lost 15 years of his life. He also still struggles sometimes with the fact that he has put everyone else’s lives on hold.

Especially Blaine’s. Most days, he can remind himself that Blaine truly does not mind, but other days aren’t as easy.

Quinn’s illness comes like a shock for everyone. She calls Kurt and Blaine to tell them the bad news.

“But I will be fine,” Quinn says confidently, “We caught it in its early stages. Medicine has evolved a lot in the last few years and there’s a big chance of a full recovery!”

Kurt and Blaine look at each other. They’re still not entirely at ease.

“We’ll be there for you,” Blaine says.

Kurt nods, even though Quinn can’t see it. “Yup, just say the word and we’ll fly to New Haven immediately.”

“Thanks boys, but I needed to talk to you about something,” Quinn says seriously, “It’s about our plan with Rachel. The treatment will leave me infertile. I will no longer be able to donate the eggs. I can freeze them, but is that what we want?”

Kurt looks at Blaine, who looks down to the phone.

“Well, it probably wasn’t going to happen anyway,” Blaine says solemnly, and Kurt feels his heart break. He’s right, though. Rachel has announced her second pregnancy and she accidentally let it slip that this is going to be her final one. Her body is done with being pregnant.

They never actually sat down to talk with each other and Rachel and Quinn about this, but now it is inevitable and under shitty circumstances.

Blaine tries to keep it together, but when he tells Kurt that he’s going to the office to write, Kurt knows that Blaine needs some space. The office is still a place for Blaine to retreat. They once talked about turning it into a nursery, but those plans are completely dashed now.

The moment Blaine’s in the office, Kurt tells Lizzie to call Kitty.

Kurt tells Blaine that he’s meeting up with Kitty and off he goes. On his way out, he looks at his Springo. It’s been almost three years since the amnesia and Kurt still goes rogue as often as possible, but he’s learned a while ago that going out all alone and rogue is hard.

He sighs deeply and he takes his Springo before walking the relatively short route to Kitty and Roderick’s new place.

Kitty knows that Kurt wants to talk about this. He’s told her over the phone.

Roderick is also at home, but he’s heading for the studio, so Kitty and Kurt have the place to themselves. Kitty makes a pot of tea and they sit in the living room. Kitty listens when Kurt tells her everything that’s on his mind.

“I mean, we were supposed to have kids three years ago, Kit-Kat. Quinn and Rachel were ready for us. Now, Rachel is pregnant with her own child and Quinn is ill. Now, I obviously don’t blame them, because we know that they aren’t baby machines for us, but this sucks. I am not ready to have children, but now it’s too late and Blaine will get nothing. And now I also feel like a dick because Quinn just got diagnosed with fucking cancer and I am making it all about us.”

Kitty nods. “It is understandable why you two feel crap. And as long as you’re not totally making it about you, it isn’t terrible. After all, you care about Quinn.”

“Of course!”

“See! And with the baby thing… well, by now, we all know that none of this was ‘supposed’ to happen.”

Kurt groans out. “Yes, I know that! We are living the alternative to what was supposed to happen and despite some flaws and bad days, it’s going grand. But what is the alternative for this? I don’t think I can handle having a baby to care for in the next few years.”

And Kurt wants children, but he is only twenty-three. Emotionally. As he pointed out, he is living his ‘twenties’ differently than expected, but emotionally, he’s not ready. But the clock is ticking. In reality, he’s nearing his forties.

It’s as if Kitty knows what he’s thinking, because she says: “You know, my dad was forty when I was born and it never affected my childhood in a bad way. Sure, my childhood had one shit part, namely my parents’ divorce, but that was due to my parents not being compatible, not due to old age.”

Kurt shakes his head. “You don’t get it. I am just waiting to get that feeling you know? The feeling of being ready. I remember how Brittany and Santana described it and I want that, but I also don’t see it happening. I’m not ready to be a father before my thirties, but unfortunately for me, I am fifteen years older than wanted.”

It’s just difficult. Kurt wonders if Kitty will truly get it. Kitty and Roderick don’t want children. Neither do Sebastian and Adam. All their friends who do want children already have them. Mae and Wes welcomed their first child a couple of weeks ago, so they’re swamped with work and Kurt doesn’t want to drop in unannounced.

“You don’t want to have a baby when you’re in your forties or possibly fifties?” Kitty asks, just to be sure, “Why? Because you don’t want your kids to grow up with parents that are too old?”

Kurt nods solemnly. Kitty put it in words, but it seems like that’s going to happen or Kurt and Blaine will die without having children. And sure, Kitty is right that ‘too old’ is subjective and there are probably children out there with ‘old’ parents who are absolutely fine, but Kurt does not want it.

Kitty looks deep in thought. Kurt drinks his tea while he waits for Kitty to tell him what she’s thinking about.

“Well, I might be saying some weird shit here, but have you ever considered… not having a baby? Like, instead go into fostering or maybe adopt an older child. Lucy was seven when Puck and Quinn adopted her.”

Kurt furrows his brow.

Adoption?

He can’t say that he never considered it. After all, he’s gay, so from a very young age he had to think about alternative ways to have children. Using a surrogate just felt like the obvious option to him and the fact that he, Rachel and Quinn made a pact in high school shows that he kept that as his most obvious option throughout his life.

“What are you saying?” Kurt asks.

Kitty smiles. She must feel so smart about her epiphany.

“From my perspective, it sounds like you’re afraid to be too old to have a baby. You are afraid that there’s a time limit and even though I can tell you that there’s not, you seem to be troubled with the idea of raising a young child at an old age. Yet, you still want kids. So yeah, have you and Blaine ever thought about fostering or maybe adopting an older child? Kurt, the world still sucks, so unfortunately, there are still a lot of kids in need of a loving home. Who would be more loving than you two?”

Kurt lets the idea sink in.

Kitty throws her free hand in the air. “Look, I am just saying! But, like, think about it.”

Before they can continue their conversation, Rachel unexpectedly shows up. She has plans to make a virtual card for Quinn and she wants all the New Directions members from the first generation, and Kitty, to be on it together with their partners.

“Oh Kurt, I couldn’t reach Blaine, but will you tell him to come over to sign it when everything’s ready?”

“You couldn’t reach him?” Kurt asks.

Rachel shrugs. “Nope.”

Kurt sets down his cup of tea. “I think I should go home.”

“But my card!” Rachel shrieks and Kitty rolls her eyes.

“You and Kitty can get a head start. Call me later. I will tell Blaine.”

He lets himself out and he walks back home. Kitty’s made a very good point. There are still alternatives to the alternatives. Once he’s home, he hears music coming from the office.

Blaine’s playing guitar and Kurt lets himself listen for a while. He always loves listening to Blaine. But then, the melody turns sad, so he knocks on the door.

The music stops and Blaine asks: “Kurt, is that you?”

“Yes, can I come in?”

“Sure.”

Kurt opens the door and he sees Blaine sitting on the couch with his guitar in his hands. His hair is a bit messy and he looks like he’s been crying.

“Rachel came over. She tried to reach you, but she couldn’t.”

“I had my phone on silent,” Blaine explains, “I needed some time to think.”

Kurt nods. That makes sense.

“Anyway, Rachel aside, Kitty and I talked about something interesting.”

“What is it?” Blaine puts the guitar away.

“I think we need to look into alternatives,” Kurt says and he closes the door behind him.

July 2033

At forty years old, Kurt did not expect to be standing at his brother’s grave. He’s visited Finn every time he’s in Lima, but this summer is the 20th anniversary of Finn’s death. It’s still weird that Kurt is out here, at forty years old, or twenty-five if you will, standing at the grave of his brother who never lived past nineteen.

Rachel is standing next to him with Barbra next to her. She’s holding her second child in her arms. On Kurt’s other side, Burt and Carole are talking to Finn. It’s sort of tradition. Apparently, on the 10th anniversary of Finn’s death, a lot of Finn’s loved ones crowded the graveyard so that they could talk to him, all together.

The graveyard is filled with Kurt’s former glee club. It is a weird reunion.

Wes is here as well. There’s a cruel kind of irony here. Angela is buried in the same graveyard as Finn. Wes and Mae don’t go to Ohio very often, since their families live elsewhere, but when they do, they do it for Angela.

Kurt and Wes don’t really discuss the talk about grief that they had a couple of years ago, but the mutual understanding is still there. Right after Kurt and Blaine’s wedding, the four of them came home to Ohio so that they could share stories about the weddings with their deceased siblings.

This time, Kurt has more big news. He waits for Carole to wrap up, but of course, Kurt gives her time. After all, he was her son.

Carole buries her face in Burt’s chest and together, they walk away. Kurt never asks what Carole tells Finn, since it feels too private.

Kurt, Rachel and Barbara move closer to the tombstone. Kurt crouches down to put down a fresh bouquet of flowers.

“Hey there. It’s me. Sorry I haven’t been here in a while, but I have a reason. Remember when I told you last year that Blaine and I were planning on moving out of the city center? Well, it happened. Of course, we’ll never truly leave New York, but now we have a house with a garden. I am not looking forwards to the commute to Broadway, but the garden is great and the garage is huge, and there’s a kid’s room.”

Barbra nods when she hears this. “It is for me, so that I can have sleepovers!”

Kurt and Rachel laugh.

“No Barbra, remember what we said? Kurt and Blaine moved house so that they can have other kids live with them if necessary.”

“Like me,” Barbra exclaims and Kurt stifles another laugh. Barbra automatically assumes that everyone revolves around her. She’s got that from her mother.

Rachel sighs. The irony is that Rachel finds Barbra a bit annoying, yet she has no problem thinking that the world revolves around her. Kurt looks at Rachel and Rachel says: “Let Kurt talk to Finn, okay Barbra?”

Barbra nods, so Kurt continues.

“Blaine’s still in New York to do some more work on the house. He says hi. We’ve started going into foster care. We might possibly adopt. Luckily, it’s become way easier in the 2030s, since a lot of new legislations have made the process easier and better. This way, kids can have a home earlier than before. We’re excited. We’re nervous.”

Silence. Of course. The tombstone can’t talk.

“I hope you’re excited too.”

Rachel puts her free hand on Kurt’s shoulder for support. “He sure is.”

December 2035

“Smile for the camera!” Blaine says and Kitty pushes the video recorder out of her sight. Kurt laughs when he sees it.

“Really? An old video recorder? What is this? 2005? That’s thirty years ago, Anderson!”

Blaine puts the focus of the camera back on Kitty and he says: “I am singlehandedly bringing back the old-fashioned home video, Wilde. None of this will end up on Firmspring, so no vlog. It’s all for us!”

Wes laughs from behind. “Woah, what’s next? You’re gonna turn it into a DVD?”

Blaine turns around, so that the camera focuses on Wes. “You’re joking, but I actually considered it. You can still get DVDs at tech antique shops. Or junkyards. But no, I’m gonna convert it to quirl file immediately. Honestly, I wish people would still use DVDs!”

“Yeah, because it was definitely fun to have all those discs scattered around your house instead of having it all on one quirl,” Wes deadpans in a sarcastic way.

“Yes, yes,” Isabel says from another corner of the room, “The DVD. Mama has told me about it. It’s what you used for your flip phones so that you could use Twitter.”

Isabel nods knowingly and after a small beat of silence, all the adults in the room burst into laughter.

“Close enough, kid,” Burt says.

Blaine makes a close up of Isabel’s confused face. “Isabel, I have memorised this moment!”

Kurt laughs again before leading Blaine away from Isabel. “Come, come, let’s not bother Isabel. She made a wonderful drawing for Julie, so let’s focus on that.”

Blaine looks up from the lens. “Where is Julie, actually? This is her birthday home video!”

Kurt looks around and he spots Julie talking to Rachel. Or, Rachel is the one talking and Julie seems desperate for a way out, so Kurt grabs Blaine by the arm and they walk towards her.

“Julie!” Blaine yells excitedly.

Julie and Rachel look up and Julie’s eyes widen at the sight of the camera.

“Oh my God, dad, don’t tell me you’re streaming this,” she says, panicked. Kurt and Blaine fall silent for a second before bursting into laughter again.

“Jules, this bad boy can’t even stream,” Blaine says as he taps the old video recorder, “It’s so old, it doesn’t even have Wi-Fi.”

Kurt laughs. “Your father is singlehandedly bringing back the old-fashioned home video.”

“Kids these days,” Blaine says mockingly before zooming on Julie’s face. She rolls her eyes. Blaine continues: “I can’t even imagine growing up in a time where it’s normal for parents to share their children’s entire lives on the internet.”

Kurt nods in agreement and he shudders at the thought of his parents filming his every move for views, but it’s a sign of the times. This home video will be for family and friends’ eyes only.

“Your dad is documenting this special moment,” Kurt says, “Uncle Cooper and aunt Devorah are almost here and then it’s time for the big birthday gift.”

“We want to remember this moment forever!” Blaine adds.

Apart from Julie, her friends, and the kids, everyone knows what the gift is going to be and as a result, many took the effort to be here. That’s why Cooper and Devorah are flying in from Los Angeles. Blaine’s mother was the only one who tried to come, but who couldn’t, but Blaine will definitely send her this video.

Rachel’s about to open her mouth to say something, but Julie quickly cuts in and says: “Well, in that case, I better wait at the front door.”

And then she’s gone. Blaine turns off the video camera, so that it can save battery life for the moment of the gift. This old camera still uses a cable that needs to be plugged into a electricity socket.

“God, it feels like yesterday since she started living with us and look at her now,” Blaine says, sounding emotional.

“The best two years of our lives,” Kurt agrees easily.

Julie was fourteen years old when she got placed in the Hummel-Anderson household. Then, everything went swimmingly. Sometimes, Kurt thinks it went too swimmingly. It almost sounds like a fantasy: Kurt and Blaine decide to foster and the first child they take in is the perfect fit. Julie’s the part that has been missing in their lives.

But then everyone reminds him that the systems have improved a lot over the years. Now, the happiness of the child will always be the first priority, and Julie soon realised that she wanted to be a part of the family.

Of course, the first few months were a bit rough, but once they broke through Julie’s shell, it became perfectly clear that this was supposed to be forever. All three of them wanted it.

When Kurt and Blaine started thinking about adopting older kids, they were thinking about seven year olds, like Lucy, or maybe slightly older or younger. And now there’s Julie, at age sixteen. She doesn’t know yet, but the envelope that she will be given for her birthday has the papers that confirm the adoption process.

Kurt’s life truly went different than planned. Here he is, at age forty-two, or more accurately, twenty-seven, and he’s leaning against his husband, thinking about his sixteen year old soon-to-be daughter.

For the first time since he woke up on that kitchen floor, something that ‘wasn’t supposed to happen’ feels different. This time, it feels like this was supposed to happen. Kurt, Blaine and Julie were supposed to be a family.

Kurt gets pulled out his thoughts when the doorbell rings. He turns around and he sees Barbra and Finn pressing themselves against the window.

Finn yells: “It’s Blaine’s brother and his wife!”

Blaine looks surprised.

“Earlier than I thought,” he says and he turns on the camera again. It’s go time.

“He’s finally on time for something.”

Julie was truly waiting by the door, so by the time Kurt and Blaine have reached the door, she’s already hugging Cooper’s wife Devorah. Cooper and Devorah also comment of Blaine’s old camera, but then everyone gets ushered into the living room.

Blaine pans around and everyone waves and smiles while they’re in the frame. It’s a messy bunch. It’s a mix between family, Julie’s friends from school, Kurt and Blaine’s friends from the city, and New Directions members that could come to New York for the weekend.

Blaine’s still filming Julie and they’re talking, so Kurt has the time to retrieve the envelope.

“Happy 16th birthday, dear!” he says and Blaine focuses the camera on Kurt, so that he can film the exact moment where Kurt hands Julie the envelope.

But then Quinn pats him on the shoulder and she whispers something in his ear. Blaine nods and he hands the camera to Quinn, so that he can join Kurt and Julie.

Quinn gives them a thumbs up from behind the camera. Her smile is radiant. She’s looking healthy.

Julie looks at the envelope with a curious look on her face.

“Open it, Julie,” Blaine says. Kurt can feel that Blaine’s bursting with energy. They’ve waited for this moment for quite a while now.

Julie opens the envelope and she takes out the first sheet of paper. At first, she scrunches up her face in confusion, but then her eyes start to dart across the paper and they grow wide when she realises what she’s holding.

“Really?” she looks at Kurt and Blaine, “Really?!”

Blaine nods and he’s too choked up to speak, so Kurt says: “Really, really.”

And then there’s screaming of joy, and hugging, and crying, and a lot of cheering from everyone else in the room.

The last party guests have left and Blaine’s cleaning up some mess in the kitchen. Kurt wants to help out, but then he sees Julie sitting in the garden. She’s sitting on a blanket and looking up at the stars.

Kurt grabs his coat and he opens the door.

“Did you have a nice birthday?” Kurt asks.

Julie looks over her shoulder and she smiles when she sees Kurt. “Yes.”

Still, she as a weird look on her face. Kurt sighs and he sits next to her. “What is on your mind, Jules?”

Julie shakes her head, but Kurt raises an eyebrow, so she says: “It’s just weird. It’s official. Don’t get me wrong, it is good weird, but after being in care for so long and then two years of a voice in the back of my head saying ‘Julie, they will turn on you’, I was so convinced that you guys were going to give up on me, but you didn’t.”

Kurt knows that Julie’s had that voice in the back of her mind. Their accompanying social worker has talked a lot about it. The three of them have talked about it.

He also knows that the voice became smaller as time flew by. As Julie said: it is official. She’s theirs.

“Life takes a completely unexpected direction sometimes,” Kurt says, “I would know. I’m only twenty-seven.”

Julie snorts. “I can’t believe my dad is only eleven years older than I am.”

Kurt laughs too. “See! Weird, right?”

“I remember when I first heard about it on the news. And then when I first met you and dad, it didn’t click, since I didn’t know that dad was the face behind some of the greatest songs of our generation and I didn't connect you to the face behind one of the biggest neuroscientific research activist groups. But now, it just makes sense. You’re twenty-seven and forty-two at the same time.”

“And I still haven’t figured out the secrets of the universe,” Kurt says.

Julie rolls her eyes. “Dad, I know that adults don’t have all the answers.”

“God, I wish that were me as a child,” Kurt laughs.

Julie looks up to the stars again. Kurt follows suit and the two of them remain silent while they look at the stars. It’s quiet in the suburbs. Sometimes, Kurt and Blaine miss the city center, but they don’t regret their choice to leave. It’s peaceful here.

Julie likes it, and that is what matters most.

Eventually, Julie breaks that silence. “I wonder if the secrets of the universe are out there. But what are the secrets? I always wanted a normal life, but what is normal?”

“Don’t let your dad hear you, or he’s going to break into song,” Kurt jokes, referring to Blaine’s Grammy-winning album A New Normal.

“I wouldn’t mind. Dad has an amazing voice. So do you.”

“So do you,” Kurt points out and Julie looks bashful. Julie is extremely musically talented. They really are a perfect fit. “But I get what you mean. Ever since the amnesia happened, I spent a long time yearning for normalcy. The moment you realise that normalcy doesn’t exist, it feels like a huge burden has been lifted off your shoulders.”

“Exactly!” Julie exclaims. Then she looks back to Kurt. “You two have lifted that burden for me.”

Kurt smiles and he pulls Julie closer. “I love you, Jules.”

They hear the door open and when they look over their shoulders, they see Blaine’s looking at the two of them with a fond look on his face.

“You’re doing a family hug without me?” Blaine pretends to be hurt.

Kurt spreads his arms. “Come here, my sweet.”

It doesn’t need to be said twice. Blaine also grabs his coat. At first, doesn’t move to Kurt. Instead, he sits next to Julie’s other side and Kurt and Blaine cuddle her from both sides.

“What were you guys talking about?” Blaine asks.

“Oh you know,” Julie says nonchalantly, “The secrets of the universe, the unexpected alternatives to your life, the old yearning for normalcy and how that burdens you. The usual for a 16th birthday.”

Blaine barks a laugh. “Sounds about right. You know, I based-”

“-entire Grammy-award winning album A New Normal on those exact same questions?” both Kurt and Julie finish at the same time, which makes Blaine laugh again.

“We’re happy, though,” Kurt says, “We’re happy, despite everything.”

“Yeah, we are,” Julie agrees and Blaine also hums in agreement.

The three of them huddle closer and they talk about the day and their plans for the future. Those plans are not certain. Nothing is certain. That’s what they all have learned, but it doesn’t matter. Alternatives are out there. There will be bad days and moments of grief on what could’ve been, but in the end, it all works out.

“Should we sing?” Blaine asks and Julie laughs out loud.

“It’s not family night without your father forcing us to sing, Julie,” Kurt says jokingly.

“Oh, you love it!” Blaine says back.

Julie starts tapping her feet, Blaine claps in a rhythm and Kurt hums.

Blaine starts singing. It’s a silly song that the three of them wrote together. It’s not great, but it’s something in the family.

When everything is doom and gloom You have to look at a flower in bloom When life gives you another shot Pick a beautiful forget-me-not

Kurt and Julie chime in too and the three of them sing their hearts out.

End notes: Damn, that’s a wrap.

I hope you all enjoyed the end and the look into Kurt’s life. I considered also writing their wedding, but honestly, I’m fine with keeping that up for interpretation. After all, I had no clue what, where, when and how it happened.

Bienvenue à tous à ce mariage, 欢迎大家参加这场婚礼 (Huānyíng dàjiā cānjiā zhè chǎng hūnlǐ), welkom allemaal op deze bruiloft = welcome everyone to this wedding. First French, then Chinese, then Dutch.

Julie is based on Julie Molina, look-wise and voice-wise. I watched all of Julie and the Phantoms in one go and I highly recommended it. If someone has the power of Photoshop and you’re willing to photoshop Darren Criss, Chris Colfer and Madison Reyes together, tag me! Find me on tumblr (justasmallbloginabigklainefandom or forabeatofadrum).

The song in the end is written by me and it is indeed terrible. I tried to find a song about memories to end with, but none of them felt right. And then I considered adding Flowers by Hadestown, but that is too sad. So now you got treated to my mediocre songwriting.

Last story note: I published a Myosotis sylvatica timeline here. If you want to know the exact dates, then you can find them here.

Thank you all for reading. This story was one hell or a ride and it got deeper and longer than initially anticipated. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for the comments, especially if you left a comment on every chapter. Thank you for the kudos. Thank you for reading. I love that this fandom still has people reading fic, five years after the series finale.

And with that, I bid you farewell. For two months. See you guys for the next advent!

#glee #klaine advent 2019 #klaine advent: yearn #klaine #klaineadvent #klaine advent #multichaptered #holy fuck I wrote #2020

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THE OLDEST LOVE LETTER IN HUMAN HISTORY!

Bridegroom, dear to my heart; goodly is your beauty, honeysweet; lion, dear to my heart'.

These are the passionate words of a lover to a king, from more than 4,000 years ago, it's the oldest known love poem ever found.

The loving words were passed down over generations, eventually inscribed on an 8 th century BC Sumerian cuneiform tablet small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. It was uncovered in the 1880s in Nippur (Important city in ancient sumer), this region is what we now call Iraq. Its held in The Istanbul Museum of the Ancient Orient.

The full translation is as follows:

Bridegroom, dear to my heart, Goodly is your beauty, honeysweet, Lion, dear to my heart, Goodly is your beauty, honeysweet.

Bridegroom, let me caress you, My precious caress is more savory than honey, In the bedchamber, honey-filled, Let me enjoy your goodly beauty, Lion, let me caress you. My precious caress is more savory than honey.

Bridegroom, you have taken your pleasure of me, Tell my mother, she will give you delicacies, My father, he will give you gifts. You, because you love me, Give me pray of your caresses, My lord god, my lord protector, My SHU-SIN, who gladdens ENLIL's heart, Give my pray of your caresses

Historians suggest the words were recited by a bride of Sumerian King Shu-Sin, fourth ruler of the Third Dynasty of Ur, who reigned between 2037 and 2029 BC, and used as a script for a ceremonial recreation of the sacred marriage. It would have been sung at the New Year festival, and at banquets and festivals accompanied by music and dance.

#Ancients #oldest love letter #poem #oldest poem #Annunaki #Enlil #ancient Gods #marriage #festivities #sumer #sumerian gods

#ancients #ancientgods #ancient sumeria #oldest love letter #cuneiform #sumer #mesopotamia #mythology #anunnaki

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190712 Jaejoong - This Famous Idol Says he Needs to Get Married this Year or Else JYJ‘s Kim Jaejoong appeared on Taste Of Dating Season 2, where he witnessed a couple go to a Tarot Card reading. When host Park Narae asked if any of the panel members went to get a card reading recently, Kim Jaejoong confessed that he went to ask about his future but the reading was very direct! He revealed that the reading claimed he needed to get married this year or he won’t be getting married for the next 10 years! "I went to get a card reading, and they said if I don’t get married this year I won’t get married for the next 10 years." — Kim Jaejoong Park Narae then made an observation claiming, “That reading means that he’s already met someone who he may potentially marry.” Kim Jaejoong confirmed that the reader claimed that his future bride was already closeby! Then suddenly, Park Narae humorously concluded that the future bride was she! Kim Jaejoong couldn’t help but burst out in laughter at her adorable joke! Kim Jaejoong turned 33-years-old this year and has become a legend in the entertainment industry since 2003 when he first debuted with TVXQ. Will Jaejoong be ringing the wedding bells this year or when he’s 42-years-old in 2029? We’ll have to find out within the next 5 months! Source: Xports News via Nate news.nate.com/view/20190711n45414?mid=n1008 Translation: Koreaboo koreaboo.com/news/kim-jaejoong-married-year/ posted on Instagram - https://ift.tt/2LU0uHL

#Jaejoong #KimJaejoong #HeroJaejoong #영웅재중 #YoungwoongJaejoong #재중 #김재중 #金在中 #ジェジュン #キムジェジュン

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You Were The First - Chapter One

Summary: Dean Winchester completed basic training in March 1941 and was offered an opportunity he can’t turn down, to fly with the Allied Forces and England’s Royal Air Force. It will provide a better future for him and his bride-to-be, but what he doesn’t know is it will change the lives of everyone around him.(This is loosely based on Pearl Harbor).

Square Filled: Soldier!Dean

Written for: @spnaubingo

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Bennett, John, Mary and Sam Winchester, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 2029

A/N: Thank you so much to @crispychrissy for her patience and guidance, and exceptional listening/reading skills. This probably would not have happened without her. An Anon sent me a request that I will also fulfill later in the series for an Eagles song. Guys, it has been a really long time since I was this excited about a series! I hope you like it!

~Chapter One~

It was a Sunday. And Sunday's were for Winchester family dinners. Since they became engaged, Dean and Y/N spent each Sunday having dinner with Dean’s family. Dean always felt he was meant for so much more than fixing cars. He made an acceptable living and would be more than able to provide for his soon-to-be-bride and children that would follow, but something was missing.

Dean had enlisted in the Army Air Corps and finished his training. Each day, the news of the war that raged in Europe was too much for him to handle. His commanding officer had asked for volunteers to go to England to assist in the fight. Since Dean had flight and mechanical experience, he knew he could be an asset to the allied forces, flying combat missions for the England’s Royal Air Force. He could help defeat those Nazi bastards. It was Sunday, March 16, 1941, he choose to tell his family and his fiancée.

“But Dean, America isn’t even in the war! You are going to fight someone else's war! What about us Dean? We’re getting married this summer!” She cried.

“And we will, Doll. We will. You have my word, that I will come back and I will marry you,” Dean vowed.

Y/N stood up so quickly her chair toppled over. She threw her napkin on the table in a huff. “I’m so sorry Mr. and Mrs. Winchester!” She ran from the room, leaving the entire Winchester clan staring after her.

Mary Winchester looked at her oldest son and shook her head. She then locked eyes with her husband exchanging words silently, before leaving the room to comfort Y/N. She and Dean were high school sweethearts and only months from their wedding date. Mary understood Dean’s need to do something about the war, but she worried about her son. This wasn’t even America’s war and she could lose him.

“Son, why don’t we indulge a little with an after dinner cigar. Join me in the den,” John Winchester stood from the table and walked away. He knew his son would follow as it was not so much as a recommendation, but a request.

The youngest Winchester was left alone at the family’s dining table. He stood and sighed loudly, though there was not a soul to hear him. Sam started gathering the plates from the table so he could take them to the kitchen. It would help his mother and give him something to do. He took the first load of plates through the swinging door to the kitchen when he heard crying. His mother and Y/N were sitting in the small kitchenette, talking quietly.

“Samuel Winchester, you get out of my kitchen right now!” Mary ordered and Sam set down the plates on the counter, then promptly left the room.

He finished gathering the dishes, but left them on the table for later. He silently made his way through the house to the stairs. He debated going to room to read a book or going outside. It was cool in Lawrence, as it was still March. He came to a decision, grabbed his sweater from the coat rack and stepped out into the chilly evening air. He lowered his lithe frame into the porch swing, his long legs rocking it back and forth.

Sam’s thoughts wandered back to the announcement his brother had made at dinner. Dean was twenty-one years old, but he would always be Sam’s big brother. Sam looked up to him and they were best friends, despite the four year age difference. Sam knew the news was coming, as Dean had wrote him letters each week during his training. The last letter he received had arrived the day before his brother came home.

Dean was everything to Sam. He taught his little brother all about girls, how to drive a car, how to change a flat tire, how to ride a bike and tie his shoes. Their father should have done that, but he was too busy running the auto shop that he had never really made time for his boys.

Sam wanted to be optimistic about what this new opportunity could mean for his brother, but dread had settled in his soul the moment he read Dean’s letter. He didn’t want him to go. He didn’t want him to fight someone else’s battles, but that was his big brother. Always standing up for someone, always doing what was right.

He didn’t know how long he sat out on that porch swing, but the sound of his brother’s voice tore him from his thoughts. “Mom thought you might like some cocoa; she said it’s too cold to sit out here, too.”

“Yeah, I know. She is always worried about me being too cold,” Sam chuckled, taking the steaming mug from his brother.

“What’s on your mind, kid?” Dean always knew when Sam had something on his mind. It is only part of what makes him a great brother.

“I got your letter the day before you came home, Dean. I knew this was coming and I still don’t believe it,” Sam admitted.

“It’s going to be fine, Sammy. I am going to fly a few missions for a couple months and should be home with plenty of time to marry my girl,” Dean brushed him off.

“I’m worried Dean. The Germans are destroying all of Europe! How can this be a good thing?” Sam shouted at his brother.

“It’s something I need to do, Sam,” Dean told him. “I feel like I was meant for more than this small town and fixing cars. I am good with my hands, but the things I can do in a plane, Sammy? It’s so much better. It’s freedom.”

“Freedom from what, Dean? Mom and Dad? Me?” Sam cried.

“From Dad, yes. But you’ll be off to college in less than two years and you won’t want to come back here,” Dean told him. “I want more for Y/N; for the family we’ll have. I don’t want to be ruled by Dad’s iron hand anymore. Even after we get married, it won’t change a thing. I’ll never be good enough for him.”

John Winchester was a Marine. One simply didn’t stop being a Marine because your time was done. Once a Marine, always a Marine. The Winchester Patriarch fought in Central America during the Occupation of Nicaragua and it hardened him. Dean didn’t know if his father had always been like that, but he certainly was as the boys grew up, and it only intensified as they got older. Dean never thought he would live up to his father’s expectations. It was John’s voice constantly in his head telling him to be a good soldier. It was a driving force behind his enlistment and his motivation for getting out of Lawrence.

Mary peeked her head out the front door. “Dean, Y/N would like you to take her home.”

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll be right in,” Dean answered. “Everything is going to be okay, Sammy. You concentrate on school and you’ll be out before you know it, kid.” Dean slapped his little brother on the back then disappeared back in the house. A few moments later, Y/N emerged with Dean right behind her. Dean held open the door for her, then climbed in the driver’s seat of their father’s 1937 black Chevrolet Master sedan.

“Y/N, I am sorry. I should have told you about my decision instead of announcing it at dinner. I just wanted to explain to you why I am doing this,” Dean pulled up in front of her home and turned to look at her. They had spent the short ride to her parent’s home mostly in silence, but Dean needed to explain it to her. All of it. Why he felt he needed to do this to get from under his father’s thumb. To provide a better life for them, for the family they will have.

“Dean, I know how you feel about your father and I support you wanting to make a better life for us, but we’re getting married. You have to talk to me about life altering decisions,” Y/N’s voice started to shake as her lower lip quivered. “Now, you can come in the house and explain yourself to my parents.” She was out of the car and slammed the door before Dean even saw her move. He ran a hand over his face and reluctantly got out of the car.

Thirty minutes later Dean returned to his father's car. He opened the door and sat heavily in the driver’s seat. Explaining himself to the Bennett’s went about well as he could have expected. He had one more day before he had to report for duty at Fort Riley. He had one more day to make this right with his girl before he left. He didn’t know how, he just knew he needed to. He turned the key, firing up the engine and drove back home.

“Hi honey. How is Y/N?” Mary asked as he walked in the house. She was sitting in her favorite chair, a cup of tea next to her and her knitting in her lap.

“Hi Mom. I know I should have told her in private, but I don’t have much time,” Dean took a seat on the sofa facing his mother. He looked up at her, tears shining in his bright emerald eyes. “How do I make it right, Mom?”

Mary saw the tears. She heard the tremble in his voice. She heard and saw everything when it came to her sons. She set her kitting aside and rose from her chair, crossing the room and took a seat next to him. “Dean, you can’t change the past. All you can do is remind her of the future you want with her. Show her how much you love her and can’t wait to come home to her.”

“I can do that until I am blue in the face, but I don’t think saying it will help,” Dean told her.

“I didn’t say to tell her. You need to show her Dean. Actions will always speak louder than words,” Mary reminded him. She kissed his cheek then left him alone with his thoughts.

Dean sat alone in the dark until he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. He trudged up the stairs to his room and changed into his bed clothes. He crawled under the covers and laid there a little longer. His mind needed to rest to sort through all the ideas that had came to him. He rolled to his side, closed his eyes and fell fast asleep, dreaming about Y/N.

The morning sun rose outside Dean’s bedroom window, the light shining through the panes of glass. Dean jumped out of bed and rushed down the stairs. His mother greeted him with a cup of coffee as he walked through the kitchen.

“You look well rested and happy, son,” Mary smiled at her eldest child.

“I figured it out. Dreams are a funny thing,” Dean kissed her on the cheek, he quickly sipped at the coffee, wanting to get a start on his plan for the day. “Thanks for the coffee, but I got an apology to make. Love you.”

“Dean, what are you doing here?” Y/N answered the door to her parent’s home, still wearing her bathrobe. The look on her beautiful face told Dean that she was still displeased with him after yesterday. He deserved that, but he was going to make it up to her today. He had worn his best suit and tie, a hat and his overcoat. He was going all out for her today.

“Get dressed, Doll. I am taking you out. Wear comfortable shoes,” Dean told her as he walked inside, closing the door behind him. She looked skeptical. He waved his hands towards the stairs, gesturing for her to get a move on. She rolled her eyes and stomped up the stairs to her room.

“Please God, let this work,” Dean whispered, his eyes pointed up at the Heavens.

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#You Were The First #YWTF #spnaubingo #Soldier!Dean #Dean x Reader AU #Dean Winchester x Reader AU #Dean Winchester AU #Supernatural AU #spn fanfic

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Yes the antichrist is here, first man of sin (basically a person who wants to overcome the feeling/knowing of God's judgment for his satanic sins, because he loves being a rapist pedo who drinks blood and eats flesh) then he dies and turns into the man of perdition - he is a being with no soul, uses tech and pain (abomination of desolation) for spiritual power.

The man of sin will live for 10 years 2029 ( - fall of Babylon/America), then dies. His body get’s possessed but with no soul and no human conscience. Then a very strong beast/demon/being will enter into him, hence his wound get’s healed (with abomination of desolation). blah blah, then by the middle of 2031 he will bring in the mark of the beast. But before that, the Holy Spirit leaves the earth with the remnant. And if you read the parable of the 10 virgins it says that 5 wise leave to the wedding of the lamb and the bride, then the 5 foolish have to go buy and sell - sounds like the mark to me. KJV Matthew 25.

so 14 years left from 2021 to 2030 - 20/31 2032 2033 2034 - Jesus destroys the earth. The End.

the REAL NWO which isn’t really an order but a dictatorship of the devil/satan and demons - (mark of beast is for everyone/humans, they get possessed controlled completely from demons, the demons won’t let them die either, because they don’t give a crap about humans) anyways the New World will be after everyone takes the mark so they live in some type of matrix I guess, but I’ve never seen the movie. The vaccines are for mind control with the phone towers because babylon wants to normalize pedofila in our brains so we don’t care when they start talking about how it’s not a problem on the news and in our governments. And MANY are dying from it - there is no covid it’s not a medical word, never has been, you can’t just make shit up.

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The Wedding Ch. 3

Summary: 5 Years after Dean Winchester left you, you are happy and getting married to Castiel Novak, who just happens to be best friends with Dean. What happens when the best man is still in love with the bride to be? Let’s find out.

Word Count: 2029

Warnings: Strong Language

Ch. 1 Ch. 2

“Dean, what are you doing in here?” Castiel demanded as he covered up your body with his to block you from the other man's view.

“Well she was in the only other bathroom I could find downstairs so I came up and found this one,” Dean quickly averted his eyes, ashamed for being caught.

“Dean, please leave the room,” Castiel looked at you with concern filled eyes, silently asking if you were alright.

You nodded and pressed your face against his cheek, clinging to him tightly. “Look I barely saw much of anything,” Dean said as he looked up to watch you carefully.

“GET OUT!” you yelled into Castiel's cheek, causing him to cringe slightly. “Sorry Angel,” you whispered to him.

Castiel placed his hand gently on your cheek and pressed his forehead to yours as the door to your bedroom slammed shut. “Are you alright honeybee?”

You scoffed. “Not particularly, we just had a peeping Tom,” you shook your head and sighed.

“Hey at least we gave him a good show,” Cas chuckled.

You slapped his arm and squirmed until he put you down. “It’s not funny,” you growled at him and made your way over to your closet.

“No, it is kinda funny. At least he’s aware you’re mine now,” he laughed and walked over to you.

You opened the closet door and scowled back at him before walking in. “No, what’s kind of funny is how you’re taking this.”

“How am I taking this?” he asked as he stood in the doorway of the closet, still gloriously naked.

You looked him up and down, squinting your eyes at him when you looked back up at his face. “Put your clothes back on,” you turned to look through your clothes and quickly grabbed a pair of skinny blue jeans and a black button up shirt. “I’m wearing this,” you held up the shirt in his face.

“Okay babe, but that doesn’t answer my question,” he chuckled at you before walking away, you could only assume he was going to grab his discarded clothes to put back on.

You threw the clothes you had chosen on a bench that was sitting in the corner of your closet. “You’re acting like Dean and I don’t have history,” you sighed and walked over to your dresser that was next to the bench.

“Honeybee,” he said softly as he made his way back to you. “I know all too well you have history, I watched it happen. Remember?”

You dug through your drawers and pulled out a plain black bra and a pair of black boy shorts to match. “I know you did, I’m sorry. I just, I don’t get how you aren’t bothered by him being here given the situation,” you said as you turned to face him, pulling on your panties.

He had already put on his boxers and jeans, but his shirt remained unbuttoned and hanging slightly off of his body. “He’s still my best friend,” he said with a shrug. “Sure, he asked you out almost 15 years ago knowing full well how I felt about you, but we all grew up together. We were all best friends, (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes and worked on putting your bra on. “I understand that, but he pulled a lot of shit Cas. Shit I can’t just overlook and forgive,” you said as you grabbed your clothes from the bench and made your way past him.

“I know that, you think I forgave him for what he did?” he grabbed your arm to stop you.

You raised your eyebrow at him. “You haven’t?”

“No I haven’t, but at the same time his stupidity is part of the reason we’re together now. Granted, he never should’ve done any of that, however it did lead us to this,” he smiled down at you and rested his forehead against yours. “Besides, you can hate him enough for the both of us.”

“Ugh, why do you do that?” you groaned and moved your head to press your face into his chest.

“Do what?” he ran a hand down your almost bare back.

“Make sense in a whole messed up situation and even make it sound slightly romantic.”

“I guess it’s just one of my special gifts,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, right. Okay,” you shook your head and moved away from him to your shared bed. “Button your shirt and go make sure Dean didn’t tell everyone what he saw.”

“Why?” he asked and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’m pretty sure everyone has seen it in some way or another.”

You slapped his hand and moved to pull on your jeans. “That’s not true.”

“Well, there was that time Gabriel walked in on us and he saw me lick chocolate and whipped cream off of you while you were naked,” Castiel pointed out as he moved away from you to button your shirt.

“Yes I remember, which is the reason he calls me sugar,” you turned to him and gave him your best bitch face as you pulled your pants over your ass and buttoned them. “But that’s only Gabe.”

“That one time yes, but there was also that time we were staying at my parents for Thanksgiving and Gadreel saw us in the car,” he smiled at you.

“Yeah so?” you raised an eyebrow at him as you slung the button up over your arms.

“We were in the backseat, you were naked and my face was buried in your pussy,” he said with a straight face.

Your eyes opened wide as you remembered the awkward morning you had after that. “Okay that’s two of them.”

“Lucifer walked in on us while you were giving me head in the kitchen last year, around my birthday in case you forgot,” he smirked at you.

You looked down at yourself as you did up a few of the shirts buttons before tying the bottom, due to the fact it was always too long on you. “Hey, that doesn’t count.”

“Sure it does,” he laughed at your attempt to deny him.

“No, I wasn’t naked. He saw your dick, not mine,” you smirked at yourself for making the joke as you rolled up your sleeves.

Castiel coughed out a laugh. “You weren’t wearing a shirt or a bra babe.”

“SHIT!” you threw your hands in the air in surrender. “I’m not even going to question you about Micha,” you sighed and puffed out your cheeks. “He may not have caught us in the act but he has seen me naked.”

“Wait, what?” Castiel looked entirely confused as his eyebrows practically shot up to his hairline.

“Oh god, I never told you,” you quickly cover your face with your hands.

“Told me what?”

“When I was about 18, I was really drunk. Like shit faced drunk, I was with Charlie, Jo, and Lisa before you ask about who I was with,” you looked at him directly. “By the way, not even Dean knows about this,” you pointed your finger at him. “This does not leave this room and after this I am no longer keeping any secrets.”

Castiel tilted his head and sat down on the foot of the bed. “Well, do tell.”

“Okay, as you know when I was 18, Dean and I were on a break because of the shit he pulled with Cassie,” you paused to make sure he was still following you.

“Mhm,” he nodded.

“So, I was getting drunk with the girls and we were at Lisa's. None of us had a car and it was getting late. Charlie and I needed to head back to my house to watch Jess, or at least make it seem like were were watching her so I didn’t get in trouble,” you laughed slightly at the image of your 14 year old sister.

“This is getting interesting,” he said as he sat forward, resting his forearms on his thighs.

“I ended up thinking I called Dean, like I said I was shit face. I asked him to come get me and Charlie, and again before you ask, yes I ended up calling Michael. Anyways, when he got there I was confused and yet entirely okay with how it turned out,” you smiled weakly at him and started to pace around the room slightly. “I got in the front seat with him and Charlie was sitting in the back. Everything was perfectly fine when we got to my house and I told Charlie to go in and check on Jess while I made sure to say thank you to Michael,” you face palmed and breathed in deeply before going into detail at the next part. “And before I go any further, I wanna tell you it’s not quite pg or even pg 13 of what happens next.”

“I think I can handle it, considering it was nearly 10 years ago,” you watched him as he clenched his jaw slightly.

You went over and kneeled in front of him, grabbing his hands softly to hold. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he looked down into your eyes with his crystal blue eyes.

You squeezed his hands softly and sat on the floor in front of him with your legs crossed. “So while we were talking he let it slip how beautiful he thought I had become, seeing me got from a dorky 10 year old girl to well you know. At this point I was still tipsy but I wasn’t so shit face anymore. We uh, we kissed each other, to the point of a full make out. He felt me up a bit and even got my shirt and bra off and I kinda rubbed him through his pants, but it stopped because we realized how wrong it was,” you finished what you were saying in a slight whisper and looked down at yours hands in your lap.

“Wow,” Castiel sighed out as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Are you mad?” you mumbled.

“No, I’m not mad. Just wish you would’ve said something sooner, just kinda weird considering how brotherly he’s always been to you,” he chuckled softly but stopped when he saw you still looking down. He put his hand on your and lifted your head to look in your eyes. “Baby, it was a long time ago. I’m not mad, relieved to know that you didn’t get very far of course but not mad.”

“Thank god,” you whispered and quickly got up to embrace him in a tight hug. “I’ve honestly always been ashamed of that.”

“Why?” he laughed and you could feel the vibrations echo in his chest that was pressed against yours. “It’s not like you were with anyone when it happened. Not to mention with everything that happened you deserved a little something for yourself, granted I wish it wasn’t with my brother who was almost 30 at the time but still.”

“God I fucking love you,” you said before crashing your lips into his.

“I love you too,” he mumbled against your lips, causing you to smile. When he pulled away you whined softly and tried to go in for another kiss. “Honeybee, as much as I would love to we’ve been up here for a long time and I’d feel a little bad if we left everyone downstairs for too long.”

You feigned hurt and placed a hand over your chest. “You’d rather see your brothers then make out with your girl more? What happened to my future husband?”

“I just know that this means a lot to you, even if I’d rather keep you in bed and other places all week, we have our entire lives to do all that,” he said as he ran his hands down your arms to hold your hands.

“You’re to sweet,” you pecked his lips softly before getting up and walking over to grab a pair of shoes from by the door.

“Only for you,” he said as he made his way over to the door.

You smiled at him as he walked past, slipping on your black flats. “Time to confront the calvary.”

Ch. 4

Masterlist

#Castiel/Reader #Cas/Reader #Castiel/You #Cas/You #Dean Winchester/Reader #Dean/Reader #Castiel #Cas #Dean Winchester #Dean

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