Like We Used To
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Like We Used To: Chapter 1


E - Words: 339 - Last Updated: Jun 23, 2012
Story: Complete - Chapters: 5/5 - Created: Mar 20, 2012 - Updated: Jun 23, 2012
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Author's Notes: Lyrics:"I can feel his breath as he's sleepin' next to me,Sharing pillows and cold feet.He can feel my heart, fell asleep to it's beat,Under blankets and warm sheets.If only I could be in that bed again..."
Blaine pulled the sleeping boy closer to him, nuzzling his nose into his soft brown hair. He took a moment to memorize everthing about the perfect feeling of contentment that washed over him, and surrounded him completly. The way the smaller boy's breath grazed across his neck from the postion of the boy's head on his shoulder. He set to memory the feel of the boy's heart beating in unison against his own. He admired the boy's pale, toned frame and the way the crisp white sheet layed low on this bare hips. Blaine felt the boy stir in his arms and saw his dark eyelashes that rested on the tips of his flushed cheeks flutter open to reveal icy blue eyes squinting up at him from the sunlight that shone in on them from the window. A sleepy smile broke across the boys face and Blaine smiled back down at him. "I love you Kurt" blaine whispered to him but a response never came. Becasue just as Kurt opened his mouth a piercing alarm broke through the silence around them and shook the walls.

Blaine sat up wth a start and found himself in the pictch black darkness of his bedroom. He blindly slapped at him bedside table until his hand made contact with his alarm clock and threw it to the ground. The waling stopped and he was left only the sound of the harsh wind the blew threw his partly open window across the room.

He laid back down and ran his hand through is wild curls with an angry sigh. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to bring back the dream. Tried to bring back Kurt. But after a few painful moments of nothing but the back of his eyelids to welcome him he let his tears finally fall, refusing to hold them back or continue acting like he was fine. The tears poured down his cheeks and soaked the pillow under his head until he finally cried himself into a fitful, dreamless sleep.

End Notes: Let me know if I should continue this with the rest of the song... Of I should stop writing forever. (:

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