Klaine Advent Day 2: “History”

As much as I think that spoiler warnings for classic literature are kind of ridiculous (when I read Hamlet in high school, some of my classmates got annoyed at me for spoiling the fact that Hamlet dies), I feel like I should mention that this contains spoilers for The Importance of Being Earnest. This is also pretty self-indulgent and doesn’t do nearly as much with this concept as I would have liked (I’m sure I could write a much longer fic with it, and perhaps I will someday), but as I’m rather late in posting it, this is how it has to be.

Blaine spun a little as he admired himself in the dressing room mirror. It was the first time he had worn this complete costume, and he couldn’t help admiring it and striking poses, giddy as a child playing dress-up. After all, he had time before rehearsal would officially start.


Blaine turned quickly to face the newcomer. A wide grin spread over his face at the sight of Kurt, also in full costume. “Algernon,” Blaine replied, speaking as Kurt had in the posh accent they used for their roles. Kurt smiled and sauntered over to join Blaine by the mirror.

"We make quite a dashing pair of Victorian gentlemen, don’t we?" Kurt said, his voice returning to its normal accent. Blaine hummed his agreement and took Kurt’s hand, running his fingers over the wedding ring that Kurt was still wearing despite his costume.

Even though they had both tried out for the production of The Importance of Being Earnest, it had still come as a surprise when they were both cast. After the initial joy of starring in a play together had worn off, Kurt (still a little breathless from the celebratory sex) had turned to Blaine with wide eyes and stage-whispered “But they’re brothers! They turn out to be brothers in the end!” They had laughed and promised to ask their director about it as soon as they arrived at the read-through the next day.

The director had laughed and told them that when they had auditioned, she hadn’t been able to resist the idea of casting a married couple in the roles of Algernon and Jack-slash-Ernest in order to “play up the subtext” between the pair. Kurt and Blaine, still slightly baffled, had nodded their agreement, and in almost no time, the awkwardness of it all was gone and had been replaced by the excitement of performing.

After that, the time had flown by, and now they were waiting for their first rehearsal in full costume to start.

"I love that my costume has a bow tie," Blaine said, earning a chuckle from his husband.

"Personally, my favorite part of our costumes is this," Kurt said, playing with the rather convincing silk flower in his lapel. "The green carnations were an excellent touch."

Blaine glanced down at his own, nearly identical boutonniere and frowned slightly. “What’s so special about green carnations?” Blaine had long since learned that Kurt was far more knowledgeable about the language of flowers than any person he could think of in this century, certainly more than Blaine could ever hope to be even with Kurt’s best efforts.

"Well, Oscar Wilde himself was rather fond of wearing green carnation boutonnieres, and as a result, they came to be a symbol for, well," he paused, his eyes flicking over Blaine quickly, and he smirked as he concluded, "homosexuality."

Blaine’s eyes grew wide and he laughed. “Oh! How scandalous, Mr. Hummel!” he quipped, turning to completely face Kurt.

"Quite, Mr. Anderson!"

Blaine leaned up to kiss Kurt, and could feel Kurt smiling against his lips. Too soon, they broke apart when their director started shouting that everyone needed to get to their places at the top of the show. With a sigh, Blaine pulled away from Kurt, then offered his arm. “Shall we?”

"Indeed we shall!" Kurt linked his arm with Blaine’s, and they started walking toward the wings.