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July 28, 2011, 12:06 a.m.
Swing Sets & Sandboxes: Palm to Palm
T - Words: 2,661 - Last Updated: Jul 28, 2011 Story: Complete - Chapters: 17/17 - Created: Jul 27, 2011 - Updated: Jul 28, 2011 18,199 1 84 4 1
Kurt and Blaine are sitting in the senior commons late one evening, a few weeks after Sectionals (where they had tied with New Directions for first place, something for which Kurt was very grateful) and there was a fire roaring in the hearth, warming them both while the snow fell quietly outside. Currently they're sitting at a table, their heads bent over various notes and textbooks, trying to cram for a chemistry test together.
The door swings open and in walks a very bored looking Elliot.
But then he catches sight of the two at the table and sneers at them.
"Of course," Elliot scoffs, "you two would be together."
Blaine sighs heavily, drops his pen, and turns to face his ex-boyfriend.
"Was there something you needed?" Blaine asks and Kurt can see he's trying pretty hard to be patient.
"Not from either of you, that's for sure."
"Well do whatever it is you came in here to do and then leave, please. Kurt and I are trying to study," Blaine says, looking back down at his notes.
"Yeah. I'm sure studying is all you were doing."
"Why can't you just let things be?" Blaine snaps.
"You're the one getting cozy with the guy you broke up with me for," Elliot retorts. "Pretty sure I have the right to be pissed off."
"Kurt and I aren't together," Blaine informs him. "And even if we were, it's been over a month since you and I broke up, Elliot. Get over it."
Kurt sits very still, eyeing the two boys, his eyes bouncing back between them as if he was watching an extremely intense tennis match. Elliot's got this awful sneer on his face and, not for the first time, Kurt wonders how Blaine could have ever seen anything worthwhile in the other boy.
"I don't have to get over anything, thank you. I'm the wronged party here."
"I didn't wrong you. You were a huge jerk to me and I didn't have to put up with it anymore," Blaine states. "I never should have put up with it in the first place."
"You were running off to go be with him!" Elliot says in a near shout. "How was I supposed to act?"
"Okay," Blaine says, snapping his book closed and standing. "You really want to have this out? Right now? Because we can if you want."
"I think I deserve some answers!"
"You don't deserve anything from me. We're seventeen, we're not forty. Relationships end all the damn time. You're the one who's making this such a big deal," Blaine counters.
"You know that if I'd been running off with some guy, some guy I had history with and then brought him back here and started getting a little too friendly, you know that you'd be upset too. Don't even pretend like you didn't screw up."
"For your information," Kurt finally says loudly, getting up as well and walking over to stand next to Blaine, "he did not bring me here. No one brought me or dragged me anywhere."
"Yeah, I know the whole thing about some kid pushing you around, okay? I get that. But you wouldn't be here if you weren't totally into Blaine," Elliot argues hotly.
"Blaine is not the reason I'm here at Dalton," Kurt states. "I'm at Dalton because of the policies the school has against bullying. I don't feel the need to follow him around like a little puppy."
"But that's exactly what you did."
"Listen, Elliot," Kurt snaps quickly. "I understand that you're upset and I understand that you're jealous of me. But you have no right to be such a prick to either of us. It's obvious to me now that you don't actually know why Blaine left you."
"He left me so he could flounce around with you!"
"No," Kurt says levelly, shaking his head. "He left you because you made him choose. He left you because you were so full of yourself that you believed you had the right to dictate his life and who he spends his time with. And that right there is where you and I differ completely."
"Oh yeah? What exactly did you do that I obviously failed at, oh knowledgeable one? Enlighten me."
"I didn't make him choose," Kurt says simply. "Because I know that when you actually care about a person, you care whether or not they're happy."
"I cared plenty!"
"No. You didn't," Kurt tells him. "You just wanted him for yourself. You wanted to keep him tethered to you no matter how he felt, no matter what he needed, no matter what he wanted. You were an arrogant, selfish little boy so he left you. And just because you can't seem to come to terms with your own downfalls doesn't give you license to be so damn rude to us. Blaine is my friend. He's been my friend for a very long time and the fact that you expected him to cut off one of his closest friends is just heartless. And I'll be damned if I sit here and watch you make him out to be the bad guy. Because you don't deserve him, you never did."
Kurt finishes his little speech and he sees Blaine staring at him, mouth open in shock out of the corner of his eye. Elliot's floundering for the correct words to shout in retaliation and Kurt actually feels a little satisfied, a little better about himself.
Maybe he couldn't stand up to someone who threatened to kill him, but he could sure as hell stand up for the boy he loves, no matter the circumstances.
"And you think you deserve him?" Elliot eventually asks. "You stopped talking to him for years."
"Blaine knows why I stopped talking to him. We've made amends. We've moved past our childish mistakes because that's what you do when you care about someone. I feel sorry for you," Kurt spits, "because you obviously still have a lot of growing up to do. But we would both appreciate it if you could do that away from us."
Elliot gapes, wide eyed and stunned at Kurt.
"You can leave now. Get whatever you came here for and go," Kurt orders.
It takes a couple of seconds before Elliot's feet finally begin to move and he walks over to an end table, snatches up a stray textbook, and walks right out of the room.
Kurt cheers internally. He turns back to Blaine.
"Are you okay?" he asks because Blaine looks kind of shaken.
"What? No, yeah, I'm fine," Blaine says, blinking his eyes quickly and shaking his head as if to get rid of a few thoughts.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. We can um, we can get back to studying."
But Blaine is oddly silent for the rest of their study session and when Kurt drives home for the weekend, he feels a little uneasy about it.
The next day, Kurt doesn't hear from Blaine at all. He tries sending him a couple of text messages, but he receives no response.
A heavy weight settles in his chest and his stomach is tight.
Had he done something wrong? Had he overstepped his bounds? Did he not have the right to fight back, to stand up for his best friend? Had he said too much, did he not say enough, why was Blaine blatantly ignoring him?
Maybe he lost his phone.
Maybe…maybe he's just really busy.
When dinner time rolls around, Kurt realizes he's been sitting around in the pair of borrowed sweat pants and the t-shirt Blaine had loaned him that first time he had visited Blaine's dorm room. He's worrying himself sick over all of this. They had made so much progress, they were so much closer, they knew so much more about each other and everything seemed to be falling right into place.
Until freaking Elliot showed up. Everything bit of progress they had made felt like it was crumbling down all around him and it hurt.
He's being ridiculous, he thinks, they just saw each other last night. Blaine had other friends, he had things to do. He knew he was in his dorm, knew he had plans to catch up on a small mound of homework while Kurt was home for the weekend.
He could go visit Blaine. Because he missed him, he missed him a lot, despite it only being a day since he'd seen his pretty face, his gorgeous eyes, and his curly mop of hair.
But he didn't…didn't want to make things worse if he had, indeed, done something wrong.
So he sits in his room for the night instead of going out to the movies with Mercedes and Rachel as he had planned.
He stays on his bed, curled up in Blaine's old clothes and he listens to the sound of Blaine's voice via a recent voicemail he had left on Kurt's phone.
He doesn't want to cry.
It's silly to cry.
He won't cry.
It's very early that Sunday morning, so early that the sun hasn't completely risen yet and there's a bit of snow still left on the ground, the icy little flakes glittering like diamonds as he walks a few blocks over from his house.
There's an old park, an empty playground, and a swing set with almost-rusted chains.
He dusts the snow off one of the small seats and sits down, his chilled, white fingers gripping the chains and Kurt realizes he probably should have worn gloves but he had been too tired to think properly. He had checked his phone when he woke up at dawn, hoping for a missed text message or a midnight voicemail from the one person whose laugh he wanted to hear.
The air is cold and clean. He can see his breath when he exhales, small puffs of disappointment and a bittersweet sigh escaping his lips.
Kurt remembers this place perfectly. He remembers finding Blaine on this very same swing one hazy, summer day and watching him topple backwards because he was so very startled to have someone speak to him. He remembers too small jeans and a too big shirt that slipped off his small, bony shoulders to reveal a startling bruise. He remembers hand holding and wide, honey hazel owl eyes staring up at him as though he were an angel. He remembers sunburns and bare, scorched little feet.
He remembers tea parties and seven year old philosophical conversations about daddies and babies and loving and how Ariel had the prettiest hair in the world.
He remembers sleepovers and tearful nights after the death of his mother. He remembers small, thin arms encircling his waist in the middle of the night, holding him close and a voice asking if he could make it all better, make it all go away.
The past was so far away but it was right here, it started in this very spot and Kurt wishes he could just reach out and touch it.
But he doesn't have to.
Because suddenly, warm, strong hands cover his on those almost-rusted metal swing chains.
Kurt smiles into the winter air.
"Need a push?" a voice whispers into his ear.
"If it isn't too much trouble," he replies softly.
Blaine's sure hands slip down from where they cover Kurt's knuckles to trail slowly down his arms, over his shoulders, and down his coat-covered back.
The big kind of coat you wear when it's cold enough to snow.
He feels Blaine's hands settle on the small of his back and he gives Kurt a gentle push forward on the swing. He dips back slowly and he feels Blaine's hands on him again, only to leave once more as the momentum pulls him away.
"I was worried," Kurt admits. "You didn't talk to me at all yesterday. I thought I did something wrong."
"No," Blaine says simply. "I just needed time to think."
"…About what?" Kurt asks, fearful of the answer to his own question.
"You."
Oh.
That didn't sound very good at all.
"Me?"
"Yes."
"What – what about me?" Kurt wonders in a very small voice.
Blaine moves out from behind him, dusting off the snow on the swing next to his and settling himself in it.
"You defended me," Blaine says, looking directly into Kurt's blue eyes. "To Elliot. I hadn't even realized…when you said all those things, about me leaving him because you were the one who didn't make me choose…I hadn't realized that's why I did it, not exactly. But when you said it, it made perfect sense. You've never made me choose between you or anything else. You've never stood in my way. You've only ever helped me, only ever let me live my life."
"Well," Kurt says shyly as his swing comes to a halt, "there was that one time I didn't want you to play football."
"Yeah," Blaine smiles in return. "But then you made a t-shirt with my name in glittery letters on the back and you were at every game I played during recess."
Kurt's cheeks go pink, flushing and swirling with the already present red on his face from the cold winter wind.
"I think…I've always had you," Blaine admits. "Every bit of you."
Kurt tilts his head down to watch his feet brush against the ground.
"And now…you've got every bit of me."
Blaine reaches over, hooks his fingers around the base of the chain where it meets the swing seat with his thumb wrapped around his own chain, effectively pulling them together. His other hand, cold and dry, slips up to trail a finger over Kurt's winter-chapped lips. Kurt's eyes fall shut when he feels Blaine's knuckles brush over his cheekbone, a familiar motion, one he's done before but for some reason, at this very moment on a cool, clean Sunday morning…it means so, so much more.
"I love you, Kurt," Blaine breathes softly, the words drifting through the chill, tinkling against the metal poles of the swing set, sinking into the sandbox right near the merry go round.
Kurt sighs against Blaine's exposed wrist. He opens his eyes and Blaine stands, moving directly in front of him. He grasps the chains of the swing in his hands and leans down.
"I want to kiss you," he admits. "But I don't want to do it if you don't want me to."
Kurt knows the words; he's repeated them in his mind so many times since Blaine first uttered them in junior high. So he knows the answer.
"I want you to. If you want to."
"I do," Blaine smiles at him. "I really want to."
"So do it."
But they're not that young anymore, they don't need more reassurance that it's okay to kiss, that it's okay to love.
So Blaine leans down just that much more and captures Kurt's lips in a kiss so sweet, so slow, so refined and easy that their eyes flutter shut immediately and Kurt thinks he's in another world all together, where boys kiss every day and they don't ever have to say goodbye to their very best friend.
Blaine's lips are both firm and soft at the same time against his and he feels a spark of light, a sunbeam maybe, or perhaps it's simply what happens when soul mates meet at the proper time in life. No matter the reason for the feeling, he revels in the warmth and the happiness settling in his belly, in the uplifting sensation of butterflies.
When they were eight, he remembers Blaine once calling them flutterbys.
Eventually Blaine releases his lips and pulls away. Kurt opens his eyes to see flushed cheeks, a jaw line covered in a bit of stubble, and a smile that lights up Blaine's always-pretty eyes the way the moon lights up the night sky.
Everything is finally exactly right.
Blaine takes a step back and holds out his hand.
But Kurt simply stares at it because he's only just realizing that, as often as they used to hold hands, as often as they loved holding hands, his own hand hadn't actually been held by Blaine's since their reunion a few months ago.
"You hold it," Blaine says softly. "So I can help you up."
Oh right.
Yes, that's what you do. So Kurt reaches out his fingertips towards Blaine's and their fingers entwine, fitting together as if they were meant to be. Because they did. They always did. They fit real well together.
And when they're palm to palm and perfectly right, Kurt only has one thought.
Oh.
There you are.
I've been looking for you forever.
THE END.
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*Sniffle* Way to kill me with tears
i just cannot read this story enough. especially kurt and blaine as kids. such a fantastic story.
This is just so amazing, I can't even begin to describe. Now, I'm very new to Klaine fiction and this is only the fourth story I've read - but since I come from the Tokio Hotel fandom, bearing knowledge on gay!fic, I really really appreciate how well this is written. Do you know why? BECAUSE YOU'RE AWESOME!!! Cuz you just are :)
Oh. There you are. I've been looking for you forever. YOU KILLED ME WITH THAT ENDING. This was actually a really amazing fic, seriously. Wow. Just....amazing.
My creys...I'm reading this ONCE again, and it's SO beautiful , and tender.I love it.
I need you to understand that I just created an account to tell you how beautiful this story is. And pretty much every story you have on here. I have read them all. In the span of the past week. You are so beyond fantastic. Honestly. The ending was what sold me. This chapter. The way you brought everything back to where it started, you made the reference to their first kiss, then Blaine's reference to the hand the first time they met... And lastly. The ending quote from the show. It was all just... Perfect. I want you to know. Please never stop writing these beautiful boys. Actualy, just please, never stop writing in general.
So, I just finished reading this story for the third time since you published it. And even though I know what happens and how it ends, it still makes me cry like the first time. And that, is incredible. Everything your write is like magic to me. I'm in love with this story, because it's so near perfection, I can't help it. Thank you :)
This story makes me feel an awful lot of feelings.
This is so amazing :) i can honestly say it's one of the best fics i've ever read. Actually, all of your stories are :) I've read this three times and i cry every time. Please never stop writing
It's amazing and so beautiful, love it! and i can't stop reading it because there are so many emitions and it always make me cry in the end. Love all your storys, keep on!
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So I finally got around to reading this after hearing many, many good things and I'm pleased to say it exceeded my expectations! Very nicely done :)
Great. I loved little Klaine. I really enjoy your stories. Many thanks.
This is a wonderful story. I'm so sorry it's over. But it's truly amazing. I'd give you a 10 but despite your story being fantastic, I'm still not this overly large fan of kiddie!Klaine. (: But this is still an amazing progression of a relationship. You do wonders.
Wait... What?! This supermegaawesome FanFic ends? D: you just destroid my life! Ok, some parts I don't understand at all, because of the layers (ok, no)... Because of my (kind of) bad english (in another review I told you that I speak spanish) But that don't care! When I read: "The End" I was like: "Noooooo! My life is over! (Crying like a stupid)" and my mum was like: "you REALLy need help..." I just wanna say... This is, by far, the BEST klaine I've ever read. REALLY! Thanks for write this story :') MissCobain
-Gahh You Got Me Crying ;_____; This Was So Good. Their Little Kid Selves Were ADORABLE. :3 This Goes Down As One Of My Favorite Klaine Fics. EVER. c:
This was wonderful and beautiful, and it's late so I can't think of many more adjectives but I just really loved this.
I read the whole thing just now (well, the last 4 hours) cause I couldn't stop - something that strangely happens when I read your fanfiction. This one was perfect. Just perfect. :) Thank you.
OH MY GOD I THINK YOU KILLED ME. I have to admit I deliberately scrolled past this fic a few times because I have a violent hatred for AU and kidfic and things like that, but eventually enough people recced it to me that I decided just to try it... and I think I fell in love within the first paragraph. You capture everything so perfectly and I can't even think of the words to tell you how beautiful this whole idea was. Perfect, perfect, their whole relationship, especially when they were between 10 and about 13, when they were going through the whole thing of realising they were different to other kids - I think if everyone had a friend like that coming out to yourself would never be an upsetting experience EVER. I cried at almost every chapter, which is saying something because I NEVER cry, especially not at fanfic... what can I say? I'm basically speechless. Normally I have huge lists of comments to review with but this story just makes me want to go D'AWWWWWWWWWWWWW for the entire review. Thank you so much for this adorable bit of Klaineness. -Maia xxx
OMG :) you make me cry :') this is the cutest thing i ever read, please let me love you.
Pretty sure I just died of cute. *is dead on the floor*
I just sitting here crying at the last chapter. Why is this so good my god :') thank you for this story
This is the most beautiful thing ever! If it ever gets published - I'd buy it in a shot - now where are those damn tissues!!! Thank you for a wonderful story.
This was the first fanfic I ever read and I have re-read it a countless number of times, it will forever be my favourite. However, I was just wondering if you have ever thought of doing a sequel or maybe a few one shots to totally complete the story.
This is the cutest Klaine fic I've ever read, oh my god! This is perfect! :D x
Simply amazing. Breathtaking. You are an absolutely amazing author. I love all your work.
perfect.
Okay, you need to become a writer for Glee. Seriously. This is so so so so much better than all the Finchel crap going on now. You need to just take over Glee and write everything. This is seriously the best, cutest fanfiction I've ever read. It was perfect in every single way possible. Also, sometimes people have bad grammar in their fanfictions, and it's a good story, but I stop reading after a paragraph because I just can't stand the lack of punctuation. Being a grammar Nazi, I thought I'd point out that I didn't spot one single tiny mistake in this whole story. Thank you so much for paying attention to spelling, grammar, and punctuation. And thank you for writing this story. (And in case you're wondering about by username, it's from A Very Potter Musical, which you should see if you haven't already. It has Darren Criss in it as Harry. It's on Youtube.) (Why can't I give this an 11 rating?!)
Okay, you need to become a writer for Glee. Seriously. This is so so so so much better than all the Finchel crap going on now. You need to just take over Glee and write everything. This is seriously the best, cutest fanfiction I've ever read. It was perfect in every single way possible. Also, sometimes people have bad grammar in their fanfictions, and it's a good story, but I stop reading after a paragraph because I just can't stand the lack of punctuation. Being a grammar Nazi, I thought I'd point out that I didn't spot one single tiny mistake in this whole story. Thank you so much for paying attention to spelling, grammar, and punctuation. And thank you for writing this story. (And in case you're wondering about by username, it's from A Very Potter Musical, which you should see if you haven't already. It has Darren Criss in it as Harry. It's on Youtube.) (Why can't I give this an 11 rating?!)
Holy Crap what did I just read. This is ... There isn't even a word for it. I love it I LOVE IT. I was gonna go on a long writing spree and say everything's liked about it. But you wrote so you know how amazing it is. So I am just gonna say one thing. The way you flipped the table around and had Kurt being found was the most touching, creative, beautiful way to end a fabulous story. And for that I applaud you This probably made no sense to you, but that okay. BECAUSE I LOVES THIS.
god i love this story. i could read it over and over again.
This was just utterly perfect. It had me crying and everything. You're a magnificent writer!
I love these mini Kurt and Blaine stories, they just make me feel all warm and fuzzy! Except for the sad bits when everything seems so exceptionally unfair, those parts make me cry.. Definitely one of my favourite stories at the moment, i wish it was longer though, i just want to squeeze tiny Blaine until his head pops off :D
Oh my gosh, oh. My. Gosh. That was perfect. I have so many emotions right now. I can't even stop crying. This was just amazing. AMAZING. Hdhstendhdhddgdjfieh. Too fucking perfect.
your amazing ending it with bliane lines from Glee that was perfect :Dand aww the kissing scene with the same lines they said back then and the hand scene im so happythis story made me smile so much! i cant wait to read your other works :D
That was the most beautiful ending. It couldn't have been done any other way. Perfect parallel to their meeting. Blaine came to him. It was cold instead of blistering hot. Blaine held Kurt, helped Kurt. That was just absolutely perfect. And the last three lines. Of course they had to fall in there somewhere (:
*slow clap* I don't even words.
Well, that was a great story,I'd enjoyed it.
This fic is so disgusitngly cute and amazing. you are talented!!
This was by far the best fanfiction I've ever read. And I've read a lot of fanfics. It sent me on this rollercoaster of emotions and I found myself curled in a ball sobbing because I felt Kurt's pain. The excution of this story is flawless. I'm definetely going to read more of your work. Thank you for this story.
Oh dear god. All of the awards to you. Dear lord. This was just so insanely amazing.
You know, I really didn't think I was going to cry, and then you went and did this: "You hold it," Blaine says softly. "So I can help you up." *sobs* This fic is truly a work of art. Thank you so much for this gift.
oh my god why do you write things like this
omg, this was one of the best fanfics i have ever read! LOVE IT! so cute!
I am fatally attracted to this fic. So adorable, so passionate. Allow me to proceed to wallow in my awe and Klaine. Wonderfully, wonderfully written!
i have just sat here and read this entire, amazing story instead of revising and i regret nothing because this is stunning. the whole concept is breathtakingly beautiful and it's so magnificently written. You have such a beautiful way with words. I love this. <3 thank you for sharing it with us.
Awww! What a fantastic story. It was adorable and the ending was absolutely perfect. Loved it =)
I'm pretty sure my heart exploded, I loved it! Thank you :)
God this was such a perfect (and perfectly written) story:')
:')Another story that made me cry :'''''I love it! & I love you!
Read the entire thing in a few hours. The great thing about kids is the simplicity they apply to every problem/solution, it's a pleasure to read dialogue between young Kurt and Blaine, figuring things out that some adults never have the fortune to. However, as they grew older their views got a little more complicated so that was a nice transition with a fair buildup. Just fantastic and thank you for writing.
Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!! The end is PERFECT!! The use of Blaine's lines in cannon fits so perfectly... I loved your fic, I couldn't stop reading. I'm glad I found it complete because it must have killed people in the wait of progress, but it is so beautiful that it was worth the time.
OHMYGOD!!!!!!!!!
That was lovely. Such a lyrical and sweet story. I really like your writing style. (Self serving comment: it reminds me of my own :) I like brevity. I like saying it with a few words as possible rather than as many. It's challenging, no doubt, but when done right -- it just sings. This story was a lovely song!
Such a beautiful story :) I do feel the second half was a bit rushed from the moment they were reunited...but this was so beautifully written!!!
I've read this so many times. It's always beautiful. I love this so much.
Ahhhh GAAHHHHH, that is so BEAUTIFUL!
Beautiful :,)
*Speachless*. <33
I love this story. I cried in the whole this. sorry i didnt reply thoough out this i tend to wait n til the end! I like it it was very good!
I love how you wrote the boys and the dialogue at the end with them repeating words from their past was too sweet! Thanks for posting!
<3This fic was on almost all the "best Klaine fics" lists I could find. It didn't even sound all that interesting to me, like not the sort of fic I'd usually read, but HOLY CRAP WOW. AMAZING<3
Just read this in one sitting. Amazing.
OMG that is the most amazing story EVER. i read the whole thing in 2 days because i just couldn't stop reading. it is amazing
Just read this for the first time since i fell in love with it last year. I have fallen in love all over again and get lost in the story every time. Forever one of my favorites. The itty bitty Klaine could not have been done more perfectly.
I want to punch myself in the face, cry my eyes out and kiss you on the mouth at the same time. I might have already done one of those... But wow I think this story was something I really needed at this point in my life. Does that sound weird? It probably does but I can't really form a reason to care at almost one AM. Even though I wasn't fortunate enough to have a real good very best friend growing up, I have one now, and we aren't soul mates, at least not romantically, he kind of makes me feel complete and loved and cherished in a lot of ways that made sense while reading this, even though our stories are completely different. But this was beautiful and I didn't even mind the mentions of things that happened in canon cause you made me believe that this entire story WAS canon. It hurt in all the best ways possible. It makes me believe in love and friendship. And something about your writing? The way you are with words? Yeah, you and words, you fit real well together.
Awww! T_T So cute... loved the ending. It's so perfect.
UFGYIDTUSRYXDTKVBHJFTYULSDRKETJXFHCGJVBH.GKFYILDTUSRYZAETDGXFCHJVKUIDTYCGHJVKBGFYITUDYHCGYOU HAVE KILLED ME AND SENT ME TO A CUTE LITTLE HEAVEN.I LOVE YOU OKAYTHIS WAS BEAUTIFUL AND HAD ME SQUEALING EVERY 2 MINUTESTHANK YOU~Aaron
This is actually the most adorable thing that I have ever read.The writing style seems to shift with his age, which was really cool.Basically this is just super fantastic.
I lost count of how many times I started sobbing while reading this. So beautifully written, and the ending was just perfect. I don't think I've ever cried this much while reading a fanfiction. You really have a way with words, and I hope to someday write something that is half as amazing as this. Well done
this was really sweet, I´ve read a lot of your stories..you´re really good..keep writing!! also I cant wait for you to update One more night!!
I might just died. I'm not quite sure.
Omg your storys are always soo beautiful. I love them all. You are a very amazing writer and I look forward to reading more of your work :)
amazing!!! :)
ahhhhh okay i just loved this story it was sween and cute and just freaking fantastic!! like it didnt have smut cause if didnt need it and just the boys growing up and then REALLY GROWING UP was perfect just perfect
4:32 a.m. and I just finished your story. Sweet. Tender. Lovely. Thank-you for sharing your way with words.
OMG...This is wonderful and you got me to cry...Your story is absolutely amazing, from the beginning to the end. My throat was SO tight while reading the last chapter, I almost couldn't breathe. Thanks for writing this...The three last sentences got me to sob incrontrollably like a child...Beautiful, amazing job. I mean it <3
sobbing so hard. this was beautiful. well done!
Best. Story. Ever.
Okay, this will probably be too long and probably you will never read it all but i feel i habe to say this before i explode in tears or something. wow just WOW i mean, i have read almost every single piece of klaine fanfiction, and i mean it, but i think, no, i know this was by far the best! And it isnt even that long! But the way you wrote it and embraced their relationship was simply amazing! You are very talented. I really loved this story, and im crying my eyes out right now. It was beautiful and i enjoyed reading every single chapter. So, thank you for writting this amazing story and for making this boys more perfect to my eyes and heart (i didnt know that was possible!) lots of eskimo kisses, fernand P. S. Is 10 really the highest review i can give you? Can't it be like, 100million? Well, 10 is what you get, sorry, blame scarvesandcoffee!
Goodness! That was beautiful!!! WOW. Thank you!!!
This is perfect and so beautiful I love it
Love it
This is really great! I understand why this is a must read in the fandom. It’s truly beautiful the story and the writing. It’s perfect and touching! If I could I leave more kudos because it deserves so much more! A story to come back for a rereading!