TheRomanticNerd
April 9, 2012, 5:23 a.m.
Message from a friend
Kurt gets an unexpected message and he shares it with someone special.
K - Words: 468 - Last Updated: Apr 09, 2012 915 0 0 0 Categories: Cotton Candy Fluff, General, Romance, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Tags: established relationship,
Author's Notes: Spoilers: anything after 02x16, Original song Warning: No beta, just me, editing it for 2 hours :D This was written during my insomniac week, exhausted but unable to sleep. I used it to practice proper paragraphing, and while it was really fun, it took me two hours -_- (http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/415940/) here's the excellent tutorial I used. I suggest listening to (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjDojEOiMcE) Lifehouse's Everything while reading. It's the ultimate Klaine song for me. Quote is from Jeanette Winterson's Written on the Body.
I like to keep my body rolled away from prying eyes, never unfold too much, tell the whole story.
Kurt stares at the words carved into the wood of the bench he’s sitting on. His posture, tense from the unfamiliarity of his surroundings, relaxes as his mind wanders from its current topic (I’m glad I decided on these boots, the Jimmy Choo ones would be ruined by all this dew) to more serious ones that are evoked by the scribble.
“Hey, you. What got you so focused?”
Instant smile forming on his face at the beloved voice, Kurt’s looking up at the warm, loving smile and the hand held out for him to grasp. In a second the park is forgotten, the noise quietens, even the none-too-welcome smell of early morning dampness is gone. Kurt takes the hand, but makes no move to get up. “Come here.”
Blaine’s eyebrows shift slightly but his smile widens as he sits down. He opens his mouth, probably to ask or say something, but his words are swallowed by another pair of lips on his own.
Kurt pecks him, in the middle of the park in daylight, not caring who sees or who judges them. He feels the peace that always overwhelms him seeing this boy, and that he has come to identify as happiness. “Someone left me a message that said it was okay to follow my heart for you here.” He turns slightly to point at the – his – sentence, then turns back to watch Blaine’s reactions.
Already looking in the direction Kurt is pointing at, Blaine finds the sentence with no trouble. As he reads the words, Blaine instantly understands what was it that made Kurt so happy this morning. He reads the message again and again, willing his mind to memorize everything about it, for he feels this is a moment they would reminiscence about for the rest of their lives. The writer has a really interesting “r”, not as curvy as it should be, and there is an older, wider cut on the bench right above the “away from”...
Kurt’s fingers twitch in Blaine’s hand with impatience.
Blaine closes his eyes, seeing the exact image of the sentence on the wood in his mind, and squeezes back. His eyes open again and find Kurt’s face, keeping his emotions inside and not giving them away with a happy smile. He studies his boyfriend’s adorable, childishly curious face and leans in to pecks him back. “I love you so, so much.”
Kurt’s ecstatic face provides all the description of his feelings anyone could need, but he still chooses to �voice them, “I love you, too.”
The midday sun catches them on the same bench, their hands locked, no space between their bodies, heads resting against each other, and just listening to all the world has to tell them.
Kurt stares at the words carved into the wood of the bench he’s sitting on. His posture, tense from the unfamiliarity of his surroundings, relaxes as his mind wanders from its current topic (I’m glad I decided on these boots, the Jimmy Choo ones would be ruined by all this dew) to more serious ones that are evoked by the scribble.
“Hey, you. What got you so focused?”
Instant smile forming on his face at the beloved voice, Kurt’s looking up at the warm, loving smile and the hand held out for him to grasp. In a second the park is forgotten, the noise quietens, even the none-too-welcome smell of early morning dampness is gone. Kurt takes the hand, but makes no move to get up. “Come here.”
Blaine’s eyebrows shift slightly but his smile widens as he sits down. He opens his mouth, probably to ask or say something, but his words are swallowed by another pair of lips on his own.
Kurt pecks him, in the middle of the park in daylight, not caring who sees or who judges them. He feels the peace that always overwhelms him seeing this boy, and that he has come to identify as happiness. “Someone left me a message that said it was okay to follow my heart for you here.” He turns slightly to point at the – his – sentence, then turns back to watch Blaine’s reactions.
Already looking in the direction Kurt is pointing at, Blaine finds the sentence with no trouble. As he reads the words, Blaine instantly understands what was it that made Kurt so happy this morning. He reads the message again and again, willing his mind to memorize everything about it, for he feels this is a moment they would reminiscence about for the rest of their lives. The writer has a really interesting “r”, not as curvy as it should be, and there is an older, wider cut on the bench right above the “away from”...
Kurt’s fingers twitch in Blaine’s hand with impatience.
Blaine closes his eyes, seeing the exact image of the sentence on the wood in his mind, and squeezes back. His eyes open again and find Kurt’s face, keeping his emotions inside and not giving them away with a happy smile. He studies his boyfriend’s adorable, childishly curious face and leans in to pecks him back. “I love you so, so much.”
Kurt’s ecstatic face provides all the description of his feelings anyone could need, but he still chooses to �voice them, “I love you, too.”
The midday sun catches them on the same bench, their hands locked, no space between their bodies, heads resting against each other, and just listening to all the world has to tell them.