Before Tomorrow

Story of My Life

I own nothing but my love for Klaine

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Sunday night, Tracy was finishing a coloring page from her coloring book on the kitchen table. "Daddy!" She mumbles, "Where's the purple?"

Blaine looks up from his computer and scans the kitchen. "It's under your foot."

Tracy looks down and smiles, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome sweet girl," he replies with a smile.

Suddenly, Blaine's phone rings.

"Who's that?" She asks as she plops down on the couch next to him.

"I'm not sure, it's not a saved number on my phone..." He clicks accept and holds it up to his ear, "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Blaine Anderson?" A polite woman is on the other side of the line.

"Yes, this is he. Is everything alright?"

"Everything is amazing, Mr. Anderson. I am very pleased to inform you that you and your partner Rachel Berry are going to be starring in the next Broadway musical. Congratulations!"

Time seems to stop, and Blaine freezes, staring at Tracy.

"What?" Tracy asks as she takes the phone. "Who are you and why is my daddy speechless?"

The lady on the phone laughs, "You're father is going to be very successful. Tell him rehearsals start tomorrow at 10:00." She then hung up, and Tracy looks at Blaine.

"Rehearsals start tomorrow at 10:00? Rehearsals for what?"

He just shakes his head and gets a glass of water, downing it in one gulp. "Broadway..."

-

The lights dim in the gigantic theatre. Kurt, Rachel, and I were all watching our first broadway show,
Les Mis.

It was absolutely breathtaking. At one point, Kurt actually cried and held my hand. I smiled at him and laid my head on his shoulder. My heart soared. The three hours ended too soon, and the lights came back up.

Rachel smiles brightly and mumbles, "God, I can't wait to do that one day..."

"Me too..." Kurt stared at the stage with wonder.

"Definitely," I agreed, my hand still clutched with his. He looked over at me and blushed softly, standing up. He didn't let go of my hand, though.

We had moved to New York three years ago. Since then, we've never moved from our apartments. Kurt and Rachel both dropped out of NYADA, but I was continuing my studies at NYU.

Rachel was dating a boy named Brody. They've been together since her freshman year. He always rubbed me the wrong way, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Kurt adored him, however. He said he was incredibly hot, and Rachel should hold on tight to that much muscle.

I did 200 push-ups that night.

Brody stood up next to Rachel, and took her hand. "You guys wanna continue the party? Callbacks?"

Rachel smiles brightly, turning to Kurt and I. "That sounds like so much fun! Come on guys!"

Kurt gives me a look, and I know I'm hooked. "Fine," I mumble. A bright smile lights up the angel's face, and I knew I made the right decision.

We drove in my beat up car that I've know had since sophomore year. When we arrived, Rachel and Brody jumped out of the backseat and headed inside. Kurt, however, just sat next to me in the passenger seat.

"Are you gonna go in?" I asked him.

"Yeah, of course," He says softly, and gives my hand a squeeze, "But only if you promise me something..."

"Anything," I say automatically, holding his hand back. A playful smile tugs on his lips,

"Sing a duet with me?"

I can't help it when my breath hitches. His eyes are bright in the moonlight, his face earnest. "Sure..." I mumble.

We get out of the car and walk inside, hand in hand. We haven't held hands like this since high school, and I couldn't help but hope that it meant something. It did to me, at least.

When we walked in, we noticed that Rachel and Brody were already performing.

Kurt laughs softly, "Of course they jumped at the first chance they got to sing."

Smiling myself, I reply, "Oh duh. It's Rachel!" I bump his hip and head to the bar. Now that we were all 21, we can legally drink. Every time I did, though, I was  careful not to go too overboard. I'm a lightweight, I had found out quickly. On my birthday, I ended up proposing to my teddy bear and then got mad at him and tried to drown him in the toilet...Kurt had to drag me to bed and calm me down. Let's just say that was enough motivation to not drink anymore.

I brought the beverage close to my lips, feeling the buzz of alcohol. Kurt sits next to me and watches Rachel and Brody finish their cover of Demi Lavoto's Give Your Heart a Break. When it came to a close, they thanked the audience politely, and Rachel ran over to us.

"It's so amazing, guys! You have to do it! Like now!" She said frantically, pulling Kurt and me out of our seats.

"Rachel," Kurt laughed, "I don't even know how to do it."

Brody came up from behind Rachel, wrapping his arm around her, "You just go up to the pianist, Pascal, and tell him what you wanna do. It's that easy."

"It's that easy!" Rachel echos enthusiastically.

I look over at my angel who shrugs. "You did promise me a duet..."

"Yay!" Rachel clapped, and sat in my seat, pushing me towards the stage. "Go!"

Brody took a seat where Kurt was, forcing him and I to go up and sing.

"I don't even know what to sing..." I mumble. Kurt smiles at me,

"How about Story of My Life by One Direction? It's a popular song, I'm sure Pascal will know it. Plus, we always rock it in the car."

I turn my gaze to him and realize he's serious. "Kurt, I don't know about-"

But he was already talking to the pianist. "Thank you so much!" He said, and stood on the stage. Kurt gestured for me to stand next to him, so I sighed and stood next to him.

The music started slowly and Kurt took the beginning. I couldn't help but smile while watching him preform. He was amazing. All too soon, my angel turned to me and nodded, silently telling me it was my turn. No matter how many times I'd preformed, I've always had a little bit of stage fright. Kurt grabbed my hand, which sent a surge of electricity through my body, giving me enough confidence to just start singing.

Together we preformed, and it felt like the whole world melted away. It was just the two of us, and that's all that mattered. I knew at that moment that he was the one I was gonna marry. When the song ended, I just couldn't help myself.

I leaned in and kissed him, with all of the passion my body could muster. And to my surprise, he kissed me back.

Our love story was back on track.