A/N - it is not required to read the stories in order. Every story is different. Every rating is different. Every word count is going to be different. Some will be long, and some will be drabbles. But all will feature Kurt and Blaine in some sort of way, shape, or form. I'm marking the rating up to a T, maybe later to an M, if it goes that high. I'm basing these off the prompt ideas off of these here topic/44309/57910578/1/, but I'm not making 100 words of less.
1 - Beauty
It is the way that his hair falls perfectly across his face. It is the effortless way that he looks perfect. The way that his lips turn into a smile when something is funny, and the tears that run from his face when he's broken. It is the quiet way in which he reads, slowly turning page by page, as if his fingers can absorb the messages and meaning within. It is the way his eyes shine when he performs, the music leaking into them and busting from the seams, excited and overzealous.
It's the way that he listens quietly without judgement. The way he is a friend. A brother. A son. A person to love and cherish. A person that cares for you, and will do anything for you.
It is the way his brain works, the ways in which everything clicks and falls into place. The ways of the inside of his skull slowly turning and fusing together to create everything that he is, and ever will be.
It's the way that he knows what he wants. The way that he won't let people bring him down. The head upon his shoulders, and the strength in his neck. You can only keep your head up for so long, and for him, he has kept it up the longest of all.
It's the things that everyone can see. The way he loves his father. The quiet ways. The ways of cooking dinner and cleaning the house, the ways of helping him at work, without being asked. It's the way that he knows the world. The sure ways. The way of expecting too much and not getting enough. It is the way of his strong, but kind heart.
It's the way he is with his boyfriend.
The ways they are in public. Quiet, and together, hands by their sides and faces turned towards one another, an inch of distance separating them. This is Ohio after all. Once they are in New York, they will let their hands linger and their touches longer. But here, they must wait. Their smiles are enough for now.
It's the way he is in private. The way that he kisses, but slow and hard. Passionate and angry. Kind and gentle. It is the way he brushes his boyfriends hair back after making love, the quiet, sweet glide of his finger tips across tan skin, finally resting on his cheek bones, brushing, brushing, brushing.
It is the way he comes, but silent and loud, the way he likes to cuddle (but will deny that he does), burrowing for warmth and love.
It is the way he is beautiful in everything he does, and everything he is.