AN: Ok, so this is my first published story this very short bit is the prologue to the rest of my story which will basically follow the Klaine story with my own little spin on things. Also this story is dedicated to my two best friends who have helped me bounce ideas off them and have read it through for me a number of time. It's been published today because it's one of my best friends 18th birthday and she wanted this published. I have no idea why. But anyway she writes fiction on here too her PenName is R. go read her stuff :).Anyway if you read this and enjoy it let me know I should have the first chapter up soon. If you read this thank you so much. So yeah enjoy and Happy Birthday Becca 3 Love you :)
With a light gust of wind, the doors leading to the balcony were persuaded further apart left open in an effort to cool the stifling temperature of the hotel room. The room was lit only by the pale moonlight that drifted in through the uncovered windows; the only sound inside the room was the steady breathing of one of the occupants. Kurt Hummel was asleep. The thin white sheets of the king sized bed hung low on his naked hips; the thicker duvet was long forgotten on the floor at the foot of the bed exchanged instead for the simple sheet.
Kurt was lying on his stomach with his head resting half on the pillow, half on his crossed forearms. His porcelain skin glowed as beams of moonlight danced across it.
A tanned hand was tracing gentle patterns on his back, the hand belonged to no other than Blaine Anderson, who was lying on his side propped up on his elbow gazing transfixed at the sleeping man next to him, he was totally mesmerized by the gently rise and fall of Kurt's chest as he slept soundly, Kurt's face was turned towards Blaine, Blaine took in Kurt's relax features, his full pink lips parted slightly, his long eyelashes fanning out against his slightly flushed face. He was a picture of serenity. As Blaine continued to watch Kurt he felt his heart swell, he would never get over how lucky he was to have Kurt lying next to him. Kurt sighed gently and shifted ever so slightly closer to Blaine, his mouth moving to form a slight smile which in turn lead Blaine to mirror him.
As they laid there in the warm dark room, Blaine allowed his mind to wander back through the life he had made with Kurt through the good times and the bad as he searched for the courage to open the little black box hidden in his suitcase and ask the question that would change their lives forever.
