Sept. 19, 2012, 3:19 p.m.
The War of the Worlds: Prologue
M - Words: 1,104 - Last Updated: Sep 19, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 4/? - Created: Sep 06, 2012 - Updated: Sep 19, 2012 130 0 0 0 0
Throughout history, humanity has suffered many, many mass-exterminations – the bubonic plague, the respiratory plague, and the ‘final solution’ of the Nazi regime being only a few – and yet, much like the common germs and microorganisms that grace God’s green earth, we have continued to multiply and thrive. We have created a world-wide link that brings everybody together, and named it the internet; we have developed cures to some of the worst illnesses and brought near-extinction to viral bacteria that have previously claimed hundreds-and-thousands of lives. Although we have developed such wonders locally, we are still yet to develop the technology to send men further into space – and thus, explore it. This proved to be the human races biggest disadvantage; across the cosmos, a species plotted, and waited, avoiding the watchful eye of the many advanced drones that we had sent to their native planet - Mars. They scrutinised, they planned, they grew – and soon they became resistant to every one of the man-made marvels that this narrator has previously described. These technological marvels – a godsend locally – ultimately proved to be humanities biggest downfall. For in the year two-thousand and thirteen, in the glorious summer of July, the species that had waited for so long, for thousands of years, stopped waiting. The sunshine was soon to be blotted out, and the darkness would begin.
This was the war of the worlds.
The room was silent and warm; a small amount of sunshine allowed itself entrance into the room through a slight gap in the eloquent, crimson-red curtains. This condo had been Kurt and Blaine’s home for almost a year now, and they had definitely left their mark; designer furniture and household items littered the rooms like some frantic attempt to fill every living space, much like an artist attempts to fill any white spot on their canvas. But this was Kurt and Blaine’s canvas, their favourite asset, so of course they were going to buy new rugs, new posters – framed, of course – a new widescreen 3-D smart television that Blaine insisted on buying, new bedsheets… almost everything had been changed over the first few months of living there.
Suddenly, the beautiful silence in the condo was interrupted by a loud, almost obnoxious bleeping that filled the bedroom. Blaine grumbled.
“Ugh… please, five more minutes…” with that, he snuggled back into Kurt’s chest, who replied to this movement with a small, tired kiss on the forehead. “Come on Blaine,” Kurt mumbled tiredly, stroking his boyfriends beautiful curls , “It’s time to rise and shine.” Kurt reached over to the bedside table and gently swipped his finger across his iPhone, disactivating the morning alarm. The digital time on the screen showed one-minute past seven o’clock – they still had at least another hour to get ready and leave.
“But I don’t want to go to college today... I just want to spend the day with you, and watch movies, and eat popcorn, and snuggle, and fu-“ Blaine blushed at what he was about to say, shaking him out of his slumbered state to being almost fully awake. All that Kurt did was giggle loudly and continue stroking his boyfriend’s gorgeous hairline.
“Don’t act like I don’t wanna do that too, mister,” Kurt insisted, still a slight bit tired. “But we really need to go to college today. We’ve already missed two days this month an-“ Blaine quickly shut him up with a deep kiss on the lips, their saliva swapping between their tongues. Blaine pulled back after a long half a minute, looking passionately at his lover, deeply into his blue eyes – almost as if he was swimming in his pupils.
“Well, let’s miss another one.”
“You are such a bad influence on me, Blaine Anderson!” he insisted, before giggling loudly.
“Yeah, but you still love me.”
Kurt smiled at Blaine, who returned with a grin that seemed to stretch from one ear to the other.
“I suppose, considering it’s almost the end of this semester anyway, we could miss just one more day…” Kurt figured, leading Blaine to show him an even bigger smile than before, showing off his perfect ivory-white teeth.
“But we can’t miss anymore! I’m pretty sure the dean is starting to get suspicious with our frequent bouts of sickness.” Kurt spoke kind of sarcastically with his last words, suggesting to Blaine that they both knew it wasn’t true. Blaine laughed – surprisingly high-pitch, considering his normally deep vocal range – they shared another deep, passionate stare that seemed to stretch on for hours. Heck, they wished that it would stretch on for hours.
“I love you, so much. Nothing in the world could separate us.” Blaine insisted, still wearing a huge grin.
“I love you too, Blaine Anderson. Infact, I can’t wait to be Kurt Anderson one day.” A little blush appeared on Kurt’s cheeks, his smile growing larger.
“Hey! Who said it’s going to be Kurt and Blaine Anderson? I like the idea that your parents had when they got married.”
“What, Kurt Hummel-Anderson?”
Blaine grinned back at his partner, “Or Kurt Anderson-Hummel, depending on what you prefer.”
Kurt gave Blaine a little playful tap on the shoulder from his side of the bed.
“You’re so goofy!” Kurt snorted, immediately embarrassed by the noise that had erupted from his mouth and nose – the look on his face apparently amused his boyfriend, as Blaine erupted into a loud laugh.
“And you’re so beautiful.” Blaine finished after a few seconds of laughter. Kurt’s face erupted in a shade of red for the second time of their morning conversation.
“Come on,” Kurt spoke softly, “If we’re staying home today we may as well sleep for a little while longer.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Blaine grinned to Kurt, “But let’s snuggle for a bit first.” With that, Kurt moved into the arms of Blaine, acting as the little spoon – as he so often did in the relationship. He felt the soft breathing of his boyfriend on the back of his neck, the heat sending waves of calmness through his body. They didn’t speak. There was a silent conversation between them – they both understood what they meant to each other, and the silence of the room was too beautiful to break. After a few minutes of this bliss, Kurt fell asleep, Blaine’s hands held firmly together around his waist.
If only they knew what was to come.