Perhaps he wasn't good enough.
What'reyou goingon about now? It's too early...
He was second place. The booby prize. The bicycle in comparison to the car.
Idiot. You weren'ttherefirst.
Left to pick up the pieces, left to mend what was broken.
Second best.
But better than the rest, when put to the test.
Stilltooearly...
If he had been there before, if he had found him before...
Youcouldn'thave.
But only if... He could have been first... He could have had it all...
Is what you have not good enough? Selfishjerk...
"Blaine?" Dispelling the thoughts from his head, he turned to look at the knot his hand had formed with his companion, both of their long fingers so elegantly entertwined. He was worried. He shouldn't be worried- if he was Blaine wasn't good enough.
Second best.
Ohmygawd...
"I wish... I wish I could have been first."
"To wha- You mean that? He's my brother now."
"But there was another and that..." The brunette threw his head back and laughed. He laughed and laughed, melodic voice echoing around the gorgeous room of his, dancing around and bouncing off of everything.
It was indeed a beautiful sound.
"You're so insecure. Lighten up a bit. It wasn't meant to happen. But this," Kurt raised their elaborate joining of hands to eye-level. "This was meant to be."
They both flopped on the bed, bodies automatically drawing closer as if on instinct. Joined at the head, hip, knee, and ankle; their interlocked digits held high above. It might have been an awkward and uncomfortable position, but frankly, my dear, they just didn't give a damn. They held this pose for a bit before the tranquil mood settled in, lulling them into a complacent slumber.
An unconscious action of arms circling one another.
Not second best, for he was better than the rest.