So, I've tried to keep the details vague enough to fit in either with the known cannon of the show or with my Nest series (Yes, I'm still working on a couple of one-shots from that, so if you prompted something for that verse, don't despair, I haven't ignored you). Frankly, I don't think you'll need to be particularly caught up with either to get into the flow of this.
I plan on updating once a day, with the exception of this weekend as I will be up in the mountains with no access to reliable internet.
Each drabble or chapter is inspired from a piece of a particular Salman Rushdie quote I came across a few months ago. None of them are meant to be particularly consecutive. The last chapter in the series will contain the completed quote. I have twisted or perverted a lot of the original meanings behind the parts of the quote to fit the characters or situations, but I assume I'm too low-brow for Rushdie to notice or mind.
I don't own Glee.
It was more of a grassy median with a couple of trees and a bench than a park, but Kurt had long thought of it as their place in the city. It was located almost exactly between their schools, making it the ideal place for midday picnics and makeout sessions, and it had the additional benefit of being far enough away from the closest tourist traps that nobody looked at them twice.
Kurt hummed happily and sucked on Blaine's lower lip. They had forgone food today and were spending their precious forty-five minutes together simply being with each other, kissing freely as though they didn't both have exams coming up that could make or break their grades in three classes, as though Kurt wasn't desperately looking for a job, as though they weren't two boys from rural Ohio.
They never would have been able to get away with this in Ohio. Even walking around Columbus or Cincinnati they had to be completely aware of the relative safety of their surroundings before doing something as innocent as holding hands. They could never comfortably kiss in public there.
It wasn't like people in New York didn't care that they were gay – in parts of some boroughs Kurt might still get harassed for his flamboyance – but in this neighborhood, in this park, they were free to be the couple they were. They could hold hands and kiss and snuggle with each other just like any of their straight friends. It was exhilarating.
Kurt pulled away and looked into Blaine's eyes, marveling at the pretty mix of greens and golds.
"I love you."
Blaine smiled and his expression softened. "I love you too."
Kurt leaned in to kiss him again and relished the feel of Blaine's tongue slipping into his mouth, Blaine's hand softly caressing his cheek. They sat there, simply kissing, until their phones warned them that their forty-five minutes were up.
And nobody looked at them twice.
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