Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I'd say 'Klaine Forever!' but this fiction...would prove that statement false...
Inspired by a strange thought that sparked in my mind...you will see it. I do hope you like it.
WARNING: DARK Fic. You will not like it if you ate Rainbows and or Fairy Dust for Breakfast.
Hurt Me, Break Me, My Romeo.
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The strange, maniacal gleam to his eyes faded away…
Lessening in fevered, horrified intensity, until they could at last see one another reflected in the others' eyes… A shared understanding, and pain…but no hatred; no, nothing but forgiveness in one shining pair of eyes. Full of mortal agony, for his flesh was weakened…but spiritual ecstasy, for his soul was full of light and hope for the first time in months.
Kurt shuddered, his body shaking with the effort of just breathing…each rise and fall spurted more precious crimson liquid on the carpet, the traces of tears were long gone. Without word, without pause, the other held him close, sinking to his knees, Dalton Blazer stained scarlet permanently…
Cradling the head in his hands, Blaine looks down with a calm sort of anguish…but smiles wanly as Kurt slips his hand in a pocket and produces a vial of something that doesn't give off the impression of 'live long and prosper'…
In fact, its deep green tint screamed, "Lethal".
He offers it silently to the older boy, a smile of warmth on his blood-flecked lips…still beautiful though his skin paled past reason and started to glow in an unearthly way; he had always been Blaine's angel, but here he was…turning into his true form before the other's eyes.
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Of late, life has been hectic and filled with sorrow, persecution and beatings; there are only so many times you can be brutalised before the towel is thrown into the arena… Well, this was their towel, and life was their arena… No, it was their Stage; and the next cue on the Cosmic Script said, 'Kurt Hummel and Blain Anderson, exit Stage Left'…and they would be faithful to it.
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His heart had broken as the soft, creamy skin beneath the dagger broke…but Kurt watched, Kurt smiled, Kurt gasped and told him it would all be alright; life would be just the way it was meant to, and their deaths were simply part of a greater design…
The boy below him was growing fainter, the breathing more shallow… Without hesitation, Blaine popped the lid off of the small vial and drank down the acrid tasting liquid in a single gulp… There were but precious seconds left with one another, and they were content to simply lie down on the carpet and look deeply into one another's eyes, holding each other fast in a grip of devotion…
It was time.
With a shuddering laugh, Kurt smiled weakly, reaching out a trembling hand to caress the paling face of the other…who mirrored the action. "I- *gasp* I guess it's t-true what they say, Blaine," he smiled with greater warmth, like he was only half-here and in the midst of a delightful dream, "You can only be hurt by those you L-Love…"
The exhalation proved to be his last, for the eyes closed and did not open again…
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Blaine felt the world bleed away, felt light replace flesh…and held Kurt's body closer, as it all faded into insignificance…
They were Free.
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THE END.
Yes, the phrase that sparked this off was, "It's true what they say, you can only be hurt by those you love..."
I hope, though it was sad, that on some level...you liked it.
Please REVIEW, and if you plan to Flame...Stop, Drop & LOL. [Licenced Pyromaniac is no stranger to FIRE!]
~*SailorSilvanesti/Phoenix Fire*~
