Title from Teenage Dream - a song which we all know and love for the sole reason that it marks Klaine for us. I just feel that everything is coming full circle.
A very quick drabble/reaction fic I posted on my tumblr after the Klaine "I Love You"s.
Set directly after the New York episode.
If people enjoy this I may well extend this into a multi-chapter fic chronicling small moments between the two.
It's not that the world is brighter; instead it's that Kurt is a little brighter for being loved by Blaine. For he's not just brighter; he tangibly glows as he walks, Blaine at his side - even though the sky is dull as the evening makes itself known - down the street after they've left the Lima Bean. He's not sure why no one is noticing him - he, Kurt Hummel, is in love and is loved back in equal measure. He is capable of love and being loved. Isn't his smile wide enough to alert people to how happy he is? Do passers-by look at him and see the way he feels? Yet it seems that no one even bothers to look up and see him there, a little giddy and breathless and glowing beside Blaine, who told him he loved him just minutes ago. He glances quickly, nervously, towards the boy beside him, whose shy smile mirrors his own and their eyes meet, their hands, fluttering, brush and entwine.
"I meant it," he, tells him evenly.
"I know. I did too," Kurt replies, with a short breath that seems perfunctory because breathing suddenly comes second only to loving; "I really do…love you."
With a gasp that can only be translated as joyful, Blaine presses against Kurt in a trembling embrace, knocking him back slightly, and they stand there, one another's body being the only thing keeping them in place. They stand, motionless, in the car park of the Lima Bean while customers park and drive away all around them in some kind of interchanging dance. They look up, but no one really sees a couple of boys, their foreheads touching as they whisper in one heated and desperate breath, how much they're in love as if the world will fall away any second now. With arms around one another, with murmured words, their shaking subsides as they rock together slightly, illuminated by the car-light as the world darkens around them, lit up by the joy of some teenage dream neither of them expected to do more than dream about; some facet of perfection that they can tangibly feel and touch and taste; something to cling to that they thought was only for the lucky, the learned, the loved - something which only gleamed in the Hollywood lights of some film.
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