PROLOGUE - May 11th, 2012 - the Lima Bean
Blaine sat there anxiously, fiddling with the edge of a napkin holder, plucking at the absorbant paper. It was much better than those pathetic excuses for paper towels the school had in the bathroom -Blaine was a bit less dapper after changing out of his Dalton blazer. He wasn't afraid to be a goof, cuz for the first time, this past year or so, he's been happy. His father's homophobia and his mother's indifference to that homophobia, his brother's absense or nagging and the whispering behind his back, the need to be perfect or no one would love him... that was all gone when he was with Kurt. And he just loved him even more for it.
And speak of the devil -no, angel- here he was coming back with the coffee. Kurt skipped over to the table, careful not to spill the hot liquid all over his new designer cardigan. Maybe it was a little too warm out for this outfit, but this degree of fashion was definitely worth it. "Medium drip, just like you always get," he smiled, handing the cup to Blaine and sitting down across from him.
Blaine smiled and took it graciously, sipping gingerly to not burn his singer throat. "Mm... You sure you're not too hot in that?" he asked, a dark triangular eyebrow raised. Kurt wasn't sweating -such a perfect being couldn't sweat, it seemed, and made perfect sense- but he could see how Kurt's cheeks were flushed even in the air-conditioned cafe.
Kurt smirked at him. "I know how much you love to see me in less clothing," he whispered, leaning in. "But not here or now." The boys were regulars at the Lima Bean -often together- hell, they'd fallen in love here. But while the staff was okay with them being all coupley -two college borrista girls even found them 'adorable'- there were still the lesser evolved patrons to worry about. Though it'd be pretty ballsy to attack two teenage boys in public, it was still a risk the young lovers weren't willing to take. Kurt, still, sent a smirk to Blaine over the lid of his coffee. "Maybe later."
Blaine smiled back. It didn't matter if that happened or not. They'd lost their virginities almost six months ago, and had been rather sexually active with each other since. It was never meaningless, though: they both understood that the sole purpose was to be as close as possible, and it was always making love. And then, as if for the first time, something hit Blaine like Puck's gym sock in the face -and that, as Blaine knew, was very unpleasant. "Kurt... What's gonna happen next year? I mean... for us..."
Kurt sank back in his chair, suddenly very tense, and stared down at his coffee cup. "I..." Kurt had been thinking a lot about his future lately -get into NYADA, go to New York, probably be roommates with Rachel in a cheap apartment- but he hadn't gotten to associate that much with his relationship with Blaine. "I-I don't know... I guess I just sorta figured.. it'd work out..." He was shaking a little, feeling like a horrible boyfriend for not having an answer. Really, with graduation so close, they should've thought about this.
Blaine sensed how uncomfortable Kurt was and damn all the possible homophobes in here, he reached out and took Kurt's hand, gently rubbing the pad of his thumb along his boyfriend's soft knuckles. "Kurt... It will work out. I promise you, okay?"
Kurt smiled softly, squeezing his hand gently. "I love you," he whispered, not because he feared attack, but he didn't wanna ruin the softness of this moment.
Blaine grinned and, chancing it, kissed his lips sweetly.
A/N: What do you think? :3 Title is from the song with same title, which makes me cry when I associate it with the Glee graduation ;_; Reviews make me happy!