Ginger buried her nose in Blaine’s curls as she kissed his neck before dropping to the grass next to him. Activists were running around singing and chanting, dancing around and holding each other where Blaine sat around some of the others from the commune on a patch of grass.

Kurt was sitting next to him, and Linda across from him; Gary had refused to be anywhere near Blaine as long as he maintained his friendship with Kurt, which Blaine hadn’t felt the need to object against.

He had been drinking way too much, and mixed with whatever it was he had been smoking from the bong earlier, his head was heavy and he felt dozy.

Puck, one of Kurt’s friends from Ohio, had brought a guitar and was sitting on the grass playing and singing, making the girls giggle when he smiled and winked at them.

Blaine secretly just wanted to grab Kurt’s hand and just go home instead, but he knew that it would be inappropriate and that people would accuse them of ditching the action, so instead he stayed, well-knowing that it would soon start to get dark and the rest of the group would start packing their stuff and go home.

It had been an incredibly long day, and they had been drinking and smoking since early in the morning, the sun baking down over them, causing Blaine’s brain to turn into mush.

“Hey you.”

Quinn came out of nowhere, falling down over Blaine, entwining her fingers in his curls, letting her soft tongue determinedly force its way into his mouth almost making him choke.

As soon as he grasped the moment of what was happening he placed his palms fast on her shoulders and pushed her away, a little harder than he intended.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Blaine burst out in disbelief, unsure of why he was so shocked. It wasn’t exactly unusual behavior - normally he would have kissed her back, and allowed the fun, but somehow it felt wrong this time around.

Quinn dumped down on her ass, looking like she had been slapped in the face. Her pink lips were wet and shiny, and her eyes were big and hurt.

“I’m sorry, Quinn, I just -”

Before he finished the sentence Quinn jumped to her feet and on her way into the crowd. After a few feet she turned on her heel to face the group on the grass patch,

“Fuck you, Blaine Anderson. Just - fuck you!” She disappeared into the sea of singing people and banners.

Blaine looked confused to the rest of the group, where he realized that Kurt was gone. He had been right next to him, but now he had left. Why?

“What the hell was that about?” Ginger snapped at him, smacking his shoulder, her eyes lightning.

“What? I didn’t feel like making out with her. Big deal -” He looked around to get some help from the others, but no one in the group seemed like they were in a state of mind where they would even be able to tie their own shoes.

“Dude. She totally wants your ass,” Puck chuckled, striking the strings of the guitar a bit.

“I know. But - I’m just not interested in her,” Blaine said, almost feeling like he had to defend himself.

“So? Everyone makes out with everyone. It’s not like it means anything. But you - I haven’t seen you make out with anyone since we came here. Starting to go non-sexual, Anderson?” Puck grinned at him, Blaine knew he was only kidding to make him relax a little, but on the contrary it made him even tenser.

“It just - felt wrong.”

Blaine got up from the ground, trying to see if he could find Kurt in the midst, without any luck.

He felt a heavy hand drop hard on his shoulder, so hard his knees almost gave in.

“Come on man, let’s grab our shit and go back instead. I got something great I wanna try at home.” Puck winked at Blaine, squeezed his shoulder and started walking in the direction of the commune, the girls faithfully following him.

*

The commune was filled with people. The people who lived there, people who didn’t, strangers and known faces in a mix of sweaty naked and clothed bodies dancing against each other, and music flowing out in the room as if it was coming from thin air.

Blaine still felt a little buzzed from the beers, and fought his way through the hands grabbing him, trying to drag him into the bunch of people swaying against each other, but he fought them off as he walked towards the kitchen to get some water.

The kitchen was filled with girls giggling and chatting in a group around Puck who was leaning against the kitchen table. Blaine walked over to get a glass of water, the girls wrinkling their noses at him, but he didn’t care.

“Did you see Kurt?” Blaine asked Puck, all of the girls adopting an offended look at the sound of the name, but Puck looking concerned.

“No. Not since he ditched us at the demo -”

Blaine was already out of the kitchen, and in the hallway before Puck could finish the sentence. He decided that he didn’t want to run around looking for Kurt. If Kurt didn’t want to be found there was no reason to try.

He ran into Quinn in the hallway. She looked embarrassed and her eyes looked as if she had been crying, Blaine grabbed around her wrist dragging her closer.

“Hey Quinn. Are you okay?” He did his best to catch her eyes, but they were more or less rolling around in her head, clearly drunk and high on something.

“What am I doing wrong?” Quinn whimpered at him, before she looked to her side and her sad expression turned into disgust.

“Oh look who’s here -”

Kurt came over to them, looking hazy his eyes glasslike and tired. Quinn shot a glance up and down Kurt’s frame before she looked at Blaine who only had eyes for Kurt and twisted her wrist out of Blaine’s hand so she could march off down the hall.

Kurt leaned in, his mouth close to Blaine’s ear, his voice so low that Blaine almost couldn’t hear it over the buzzing voices and music that was filling up the entire building.

“Come with me. I have something I wanna try.”

Kurt let his hand down so his fingers could lock with Blaine’s, dragging him to the living room where they sat down on the futon, Blaine not having the slightest clue on what was about to happen.

For the first time in the weeks they had spent every day together, Kurt moved to sit closer to Blaine in a public space. He leaned back to Blaine’s ear, making sure he could whisper clearly without being heard by anyone else.

“Have you ever tried anything psychedelic?” Kurt asked, his breathing careful and his voice excited. Blaine already knew that once he looked up he would see Kurt’s eyes sparkling in the dark room.

“No. Why?” Blaine asked, more or less already following where Kurt was going with this, not knowing if he really dared to hear the answer.

Kurt reached down in his pocket and took out a little plastic bag with something brown and dry. It was hard to see what it was through the darkness of the living room, but Blaine didn’t have to ask.

“Kurt. Mushrooms? Really?” Blaine realized that his voice was insecure, and he hoped burningly that Kurt couldn’t hear it through the noises. He didn’t want to showcase himself as a chicken.

“Puck gave them to me. He said they should be really great. Let’s do it, Blaine. Get to know each other in a whole new way.”

Kurt paused when he saw the expression on Blaine’s face.

“But… if you don’t wanna do it, then I’ll just give them back to Puck. I don’t wanna do it without you. This should be for us to get to know each other.”

His voice sounded disappointed and it pierced into Blaine’s heart. Why, he didn’t know, but before he could stop himself he made a decision.

“Okay. Okay. Let’s do it,” Blaine burst out, not knowing where this sudden boldness came from, but a rush of adrenaline and anticipation suddenly pulsed from his heart and spread through his veins.

Kurt’s eyes lit up his entire face, Blaine could have sworn that he heard him do a little squeal.

He opened the tiny bag and let the mushrooms fall out into his palms. They looked so tiny and fragile in Kurt’s hand, the dark a strong contrast to Kurt’s pale skin.

Kurt took a few of the mushrooms from his palm and placed one lightly on his tongue, Blaine reached his hand out to take the ones left, but Kurt closed his hand before Blaine could take them.

“But I thought -”

Kurt stopped him, shook a finger in front of him, before he grabbed around Blaine’s jaw the way he had done the first night they had talked.

Kurt let his face slowly close in around Blaine’s, gently forcing his mouth open.

Blaine didn’t dare close his eyes. He felt Kurt’s moist lower lip against his own, followed by Kurt’s tongue crossing their lips before the tip of his tongue met the tip of Blaine’s to exchange the mushroom. Blaine’s eyes desperately trying to catch Kurt’s, but they were fixated on a point behind them at the corner of the room.

As Kurt let his tongue retreat to his own mouth he let the tip briefly trace Blaine’s lower lip, before Kurt leaned back to where he came from, leaving Blaine frustrated and confused. He had no idea what had just happened, but as Kurt let his hand close around Blaine’s mouth once again he knew he had to swallow the small herbs that Kurt had just given him - even though it reminded him of fallen leaves in October.

Blaine watched as Kurt took his too, before he grabbed two water bottles from the coffee table and a bunch of blankets from the sofa before he jumped up, nearly scaring Blaine to jump as well. Kurt let his hand entwine with Blaine’s once more where he began dragging him out of the living room towards the hall.

That’s where Blaine realized what Kurt had been looking at. Quinn. She was there, standing in the corner, observing them, the entire time. Her cheeks seemed tearstained, and as Blaine tried shooting her an apologetic look as they passed by, she merely turned her back on them and left the room in the opposite direction.

*

A vague wind was blowing on the rooftop, cooling Blaine’s face abruptly after coming from inside the mugginess of the overcrowded building. Silence surrounded them, shutting off the bustling voices below, a welcomed feeling of serenity to complement the cloudless sky; a black canvas full of painted twinkling stars.

Kurt spread out one of the blankets he had brought up with them one with a light blue and red pattern, made of wool that they could lay down on, instead of the ground. Once situated and comfortable, and both stared up at the stars, waiting for their bodies to relax, allowing the effect of the drugs to kick in. Blaine observed how illuminating the stars were; a masterpiece of glitter in the black vastness of the atmosphere above, it was almost as if they decided to shine for them only.

He wasn’t really sure what to expect, all he had ever tried was the usual marihuana they smoked, and he had never done much of that either.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the cold night air fill his lungs, before he slowly exhaled, feeling all of his muscles slowly relax, the humming of the music from the party downstairs sending a weak bass through his body.

He didn’t know how long they lied there. He started feeling a prickling over his skin, and almost felt bored as he tried keeping his attention on the stars when Kurt faintly giggled next to him.

“What? What’s so funny?” Blaine asked, desperate to get some sort of action before he fell asleep.

“Can’t you feel it? It’s like - like bubbles in my blood. Like ants are crawling over my skin,” Kurt giggled, immobile, still staring up at the sky.

Blaine rolled his eyes, thinking that maybe the drugs he had got didn’t work at all when he suddenly felt something; there was like a tickling on the inside of his skin, like someone was stroking his muscles and nerves with a feather.

“It’s weird,” Blaine giggled nervously, uncertain of what was happening to his body.

Kurt suddenly sat up abruptly, surprising Blaine at the sudden shock. Kurt sat looking at him for a moment before he jumped up to stand. He was still giggling, only not as much as he had been.

“What are you doing?”

Blaine wanted to get up too, but he felt like the prickling were pinning his muscles to the blanket, yet he couldn’t stop giggling.

Kurt had started dancing. Blaine had no idea what it was that he was doing, but it didn’t look like anything he had ever seen before, he wanted to stop giggling - he just couldn’t.

“Blaine. Please. Come and dance with me. Sing to me,” Kurt begged, continuing his dance across the roof. Blaine tried telling his body to stand up, but it seemed like he wasn’t the one in control of his body anymore.

Kurt strolled over and bent down to grab around Blaine’s hand, heaving him off the floor. Blaine realized that the movements he was performing weren’t moves his brain told his muscles to do. He watched as his legs moved around, his hands locked with Kurt’s - maybe it was Kurt’s brain that gained control over Blaine’s muscles in some way?

Suddenly Kurt let go of Blaine’s hands, backed away and let his arms drop to his sides, giving him an incredibly ridiculous posture, his blue eyes cut their way into Blaine’s even though they were now several foot apart.

Kurt took one leap over to stand close the space he’d created between him and Blaine; he was so close that Blaine could taste Kurt’s moist breath on his lips.

“Blaine. I just remembered something,” Kurt whispered, as though he was afraid someone else might hear him, even though they were clearly all alone on the roof.

“I once met a fairy. She taught me how to fly. If you don’t tell anyone - I can teach you to fly too…” Kurt revealed, his eyes huge and shining. It was like the sparkling stars had been taken down from the firmament and placed in his eyes instead.

He didn’t get to process the thought further, as Kurt had grabbed his hand and raced towards the small brick wall at the edge of the roof. The wall was as broad as a sidewalk so Kurt jumped to stand on it, and dragging Blaine to follow him. Seeing as Blaine was no longer in control of his body, he had no choice but to follow Kurt’s orders, as he was the one in charge of his movements.

Kurt came back to stand next to him again, close as he had before, this time with the view of 4 floors free fall right next to them.

“If you just follow me, you are safe. I promise. Do you trust me?” Kurt whispered, his voice nearly inaudible, despite the fact that his lips were so close to Blaine’s ear that he could feel them lightly brush over every now and then when Kurt spoke.

Without knowing it, Blaine let his hand slide down to lock in Kurt’s. He trusted him.

Kurt let his hand comfortably squeeze Blaine’s tighter, letting them balance over the wall as if they had been tightrope walkers. The lights of the streets under them were strong in Blaine’s eyes, making it feel like tiny colorful needles were prickling in his eyes. The blinking neon signs looked like dragons spewing fire at them. He had a surprising urge to throw his arms around Kurt as protection welled in over him.

“Isn’t it amazing? We’re flying. We’re actually flying, Blaine!” Kurt burst out.

They carefully balanced their way around the entire edge of the roof, Blaine felt his pulse rise every second from the fear of stepping wrong once that they would fall. This was the craziest thing he had ever done, and the wind carefully brushing against his skin reminded him that this was a deadly game that Kurt had dragged him into, making it all the more exciting, making Blaine equally just as scared.

Kurt suddenly stopped in the middle of a step and turned around to face Blaine, keeping balance with his free arm spread in the air above the street that seemed to become further away than it had been when they stepped up onto the tightrope.

“Blaine. Sing to me. You need to sing to me.” His voice was desperate and his eyes manic. This seemed like a ridiculous request considering they were several floors up with nothing but a tightrope for a platform and thin air surrounding them.

“No, Kurt. Not n…” But he stopped when he saw the panic spread across Kurt’s face.

“But you must. You have to. If you don’t sing to me, I won’t be able to fly anymore. Music keeps me flying. If you don’t I will fall and die.”

Tears had started streaming down his face, and he looked like Blaine had just said that he wanted to kill him. Sadness stronger than any emotion Blaine had ever seen expressed welled over Kurt, and cut directly into Blaine’s heart like a knife.

Kurt let go abruptly of Blaine’s hand and stared at him in horror, not seeming able to stop the tears. He turned to face the edge and looked down on the street while spreading his arms out, before he returned his attention to Blaine.

“Well… then I might as well - I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I loved you Blaine,” Kurt cried, his face now completely wet.

Blaine felt a panic build up inside him, the fear gnawing its way into the marrow of his bones. He couldn’t let Kurt fall.

Blaine took a careful step closer to Kurt, not losing eye contact, afraid what Kurt might do if he got too close.

As he had got close enough, he dared to reach out to Kurt. Almost as if the second he crossed the line of Kurt’s personal privacy sphere, the tightrope disappeared under him, leaving him floating in the thin air. Nothing to hold him up, nothing except for Kurt’s personal space.

Once behind Kurt, he let his arms gingerly, but firmly, lock around his waist - he had never been this close to Kurt before, and the feeling of him made Blaine feel like he was being electrocuted, and the scent of Kurt felt like a drug running directly to Blaine’s brain, making him feel drunk.

He bore his nose into Kurt’s hair, his mouth just at his ear, even though he had to tip toe a little to make it fit.

“When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we’ll see…”

Blaine sang the words as quietly as possible, to make sure no one but Kurt would hear him. He could feel Kurt’s abdomens relax under his hands, and his arms slowly fell to his sides, and his breathing slowed down.

Blaine looked at the streets under them, everything so far away that it looked like insects and he was sure that if he kept looking down they would soon be so high in the air that everything under them would be reduced to mere specks of dust.

After a while of Blaine holding Kurt, their breathing in sync, watching the streets disappear under them, listening to the hum of the music from the party downstairs and looking at the stars Kurt carefully turned around to face Blaine.

Kurt’s eyes flickered between Blaine’s, as if waiting for a reaction, but Blaine was holding his breath - what if this beauty was nothing more than a mirage and if Blaine did the tiniest move of a muscle Kurt disappeared into thin air.

Kurt let his hand down to grab around Blaine’s and then he led him to the middle of the roof, where he rose his hands to close them around Blaine’s neck, their eyes piercing into each others, the world disappearing around them, Blaine didn’t care that they were floating around in space now.

Kurt placed his cheek on Blaine’s as Blaine let his hands up to hold around Kurt, palms at the small of his back. The heat of Kurt’s cheek against his was so intense that he was expecting his skin to break any second, but he didn’t want it to stop.

“Don’t stop singing. If you stop singing we’ll fall down,” Kurt whispered, pleading.

“No, I won’t be afraid
No, I won’t be afraid
Just as long as you stand
Stand by me…”

He didn’t know why he had chosen that song. It had been the first to pop into his head when Kurt had asked him to sing. All that had been on his mind was that he wanted the tears to stop rolling down Kurt’s face, and he wanted to save Kurt - he couldn’t let them fall and make Kurt die.

They stood close, dancing around for what felt like forever. When the song was about to end Blaine panicked, out of fear that it would be the true end, and he searched his brain for another song.

“Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can’t help
Falling in love with you…”

He closed his eyes as he sang. Neon-colored stars were dancing on the inside of his eyelids and the tingling feeling of feathers around his nerves made the sensation of holding Kurt close in open space even more euphoric.

Blaine didn’t know how long they stood dancing like that. The smell of Kurt’s hair made him imagine dew covered harebells and peaceful summer mornings. He dragged Kurt closer, not knowing whether it was okay, but he didn’t care; because in that moment he just needed to feel the boy closer, despite the electricity that was unstoppably running through him because of the contact between their skin.

But what if Kurt wasn’t a boy?

It suddenly hit Blaine, like a comet exploding in his brain. Why hadn’t he considered it before?

He felt his brain starting to flame up, adrenaline running through his veins, and he was sure that this epiphany was something his life had been leading up to, and that was why he had always felt so lost - he had been searching for this moment.

Kurt wasn’t a boy. Kurt was a fairy. There was no doubt.

It wasn’t a coincidence that Blaine had been brought to D.C. It had been so he could meet Kurt, because the only reason Kurt was in this world was so he could find Blaine and guide him, give his life purpose and make him find the right path.

Blaine let his grip around Kurt loosen so he could drift a little away and have a look at Kurt’s face, to really take in his magic.

It couldn’t be any other way. His pearly white skin with a tint of pink on the cheeks, so flawless and beautiful; but the thing that concluded it for Blaine was his eyes.

Prior that night he had noticed that somehow the sky above them had turned black, but now he saw why. The night sky had been put into Kurt’s eyes; Blaine could see all the constellations and the planets, even the moon and the most beautiful stellar nebulae he had ever seen. It was incredible.

“We need to meditate!” Kurt suddenly burst out, grabbing Blaine’s hand and leading him back to the blanket in the middle of the roof.

Blaine hadn’t noticed when they had returned to the roof, but must have been when the night sky had been put into Kurt’s eyes instead - they couldn’t float around in space if the moon and stars were gone.

Even Kurt’s excitement couldn’t drag Blaine out of his haze. He kept looking to find Kurt’s eyes, he needed to see them, to let himself be mesmerized by their beauty.

He suddenly found himself sitting cross-legged on the blanket, Kurt mirroring his position in front of him, their hands locked together as when they usually were to meditate.

“This is the perfect moment to connect to our spirits!” Kurt beamed wide huge eyes.

“Kurt. I know what you are,” Blaine said, uncertain on whether he was supposed to know Kurt’s secret or not; but how could he keep it to himself now that it was something so amazing?

“What?” Kurt looked scared. Like he had done something. Maybe Blaine wasn’t supposed to know.

“You’re so beautiful. Your skin is pale and perfect. Like flawless mother of pearl. Your voice is high pitched and silk soft. When you move it’s like your dancing on clouds…”

“Say it, Blaine. What am I?”

“You taught me how to fly. We were flying in space together!” Blaine could feel his pulse racing, and he was sure that once he actually said it his heart would explode in his chest from working so hard.

“Say it out loud.”

“Fairy. You’re a…. fairy. You‘re here to guide me. My entire life I have felt so lost, but then I met you. And I‘m not lost anymore.”

Blaine bit his lower lip. Waiting for a reaction. Was Kurt going to leave him now that he had revealed his secret? Was Kurt going to fly away and never come back to him?

He couldn’t. He was too good and pure.

“Shhhhh. I know what you are too,” Kurt whispered, completely unexpected.

“I have known since I met you. I don’t know why, or where you have come from, but there is no doubt that you are the higher spirit I have been looking for so long. To guide me and help me find the direction I have sought -”

He paused and closed his eyes, squeezing Blaine’s hands in his own, making Blaine return his attention to the electric vibes that made it feel like his spine was twisting in his back.

Kurt opened his eyes and let go of Blaine’s one hand to reach over their legs and place his hand on Blaine’s chest, their eyes locked on each other, Blaine certain he had found Venus in Kurt’s eyes.

“We need to let our souls entwine,” Kurt whispered, his mouth so close that Blaine felt a sudden sting to move his head just that one inch and taste Kurt’s lips.