"I Wanna Hold Your Hand"
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Kurt looks over to Blaine. Of course, nothing will happen, but one can always wish and hope. Blaine, beautiful as ever, just seems perfect. Everything about his being is so perfect. His smooth hair, his adorable round nose, his soft lips to kiss me. If only he would walk over and see me the way I see him, a wonderful man who I care for deeply. When he sings, his tenor voice makes me melt. Every time we sing together, it's as if nothing else matters. It's just him and me. I wish I could tell him this simple sentence. I wanna hold your hand.
I have dreamt of him and me, together. The first real encounter marking the beginning of a relationship would be romantic, absolutely lovely. It would be like in those classic black and white movies, where the woman would come running over to her man declaring her love. Or maybe, it would be something different…
I walk around the corridors of the school. I decide to visit the music room, where we rehearse everyday, after classes. As I enter the room, I notice that Blaine is standing across, looking out the window. His back is facing me. I walk over to him. As I draw nearer, closer, he looks over his shoulder. We lock eyes. There's a glint of happiness. At the same time, there is a hesitation on his part. He refrains himself. I wonder from me, perhaps.
Blaine says plainly, "Hi. What are you up to, in here?" I respond by saying, "Well, I could ask you the same thing." And so, he answers his original question he asked me. As he goes through the explanation, I watch his lips move as he pronounces every word. Once he has finished his response, he awaits mine. I hesitantly touch lightly with my index his fingers. My heart suddenly trembles, and I look down at the floor. I tell him, "I wanna hold your hand." I raise my head up slowly and look into his dark eyes. Nothing ends up coming out. I look back down at the floor and explain myself.
"Since the first day I saw you,
I knew we would be good friends.
You were there for me,
When things were hard.
I know I'm crazy for saying this,
But you have been
The only man
Who's been there for me,
From the start.
And when I touch you I feel happy inside,
It's such a feeling that my love,
I can't hide.
Even the lightest touch,
Even the slightest stare,
Makes my heart weep,
Makes my stomach sink,
Down to the depths
Of my deepest thoughts,
My deepest secrets.
Oh please,
Say to me,
You'll let me be your man.
And please say to me,
You'll let me hold your hand.
Now let me hold your hand."
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