xSapphireSnowx
July 24, 2012, 2:22 p.m.
The Wisdom of Flowers
A childish game of "he loves me, he loves me not" yields surprisingly fruitful results.
K - Words: 192 - Last Updated: Jul 24, 2012 757 0 0 0 Categories: Cotton Candy Fluff, Romance, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel,
He loves me, he loves me not.
Two tiny petals began their quick descent towards the lush, green grass, which was already littered with many of their delicate, pale forms.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Truthfully, Kurt knew that this childish game of chance was probably not going to provide him with a realistic answer, but there was something inspiring about a child's innocence and hope that made him continue plucking petals from the daisy until only one remained.
"He loves me."
Kurt visibly started at the sound of the familiar voice, dropping the flower in surprise. Colour rose in his cheeks as he realized that his 'secret' spot might not be so secret after all.
"Blaine? What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," was Blaine's noncommittal response as he sat down next to Kurt, who was still blushing.
"You know, there are easier ways to get answers to life's great questions. Ones that don't require you to traipse all the way across campus, climb a hill, and deface nature," Blaine remarked nonchalantly, his face mere inches away from Kurt's own.
"And what would you suggest?"
"This," he whispered, pressing his lips softly to Kurt's.
Two tiny petals began their quick descent towards the lush, green grass, which was already littered with many of their delicate, pale forms.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Truthfully, Kurt knew that this childish game of chance was probably not going to provide him with a realistic answer, but there was something inspiring about a child's innocence and hope that made him continue plucking petals from the daisy until only one remained.
"He loves me."
Kurt visibly started at the sound of the familiar voice, dropping the flower in surprise. Colour rose in his cheeks as he realized that his 'secret' spot might not be so secret after all.
"Blaine? What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," was Blaine's noncommittal response as he sat down next to Kurt, who was still blushing.
"You know, there are easier ways to get answers to life's great questions. Ones that don't require you to traipse all the way across campus, climb a hill, and deface nature," Blaine remarked nonchalantly, his face mere inches away from Kurt's own.
"And what would you suggest?"
"This," he whispered, pressing his lips softly to Kurt's.