Okay, so I guess I have to say a few things before we start :D This is my very first AU multi-chaptered Klaine fiction, and I hope that I keep it up long enough to finish the darn thing :P Keep on my back, please :D Send me PMs reminding me to post! So, this is just a short chapter and a summary for you today, so you can get a taste of what will be going on over the course of this story. And I hope you all enjoy it a lot :D
Summary:
Blaine is living in LA with a girl, writing songs for a living and watching as other people sing them. Kurt i in New York City where his vocal talents go unappreciated by the directors on Broadway.
But when Kurt gets cast as the lead in a new show that Blaine has been working on, their lives collide in a way they haven't since high school.
BACKGROUND MUSIC
Prologue: The Parting
The airport was crowded and stifling. There was a heat in the air, the muggy feeling that was expected for late summer in Ohio. The hand that Kurt had slipped into Blaine's was becoming quickly slick with sweat and he stretched his fingers to try to let the air pass through.
But not only was the heat stifling, the crowd weighed down around him too. It was that time of year when college students left for their respective universities and the airport struggled to accommodate the mass of foot traffic that filled the area. It was like a wall of sound, a wall of bodies, a wall of flesh and bones and voices.
'Kurt.' Blaine's voice was warm in his ear, the displacement of air from his breath momentarily cooling the skin of Kurt's neck.
'Mm?' the younger boy hummed in response, squeezing his boyfriend's hand tighter.
'This is it.' There was a sadness tinged in that voice, curling like tendrils around the soft tenor tone. Kurt wasn't sure if he liked it at all, but they were here now and everything had been arranged. There was nothing he could do.
'Are you sure about this?' he asked, coming to a stop just before the terminal. He dropped his carry on beside his leg and used his now free hand to trace the line of Blaine's collar.
'No,' the older boy said. 'But you are. You need to do this, Kurt. This is your dream.'
He knew it was the truth. Blaine had a poignant way of saying things, where all that was ever spoken aloud was truth, and that was all there was to it. Kurt bit his lip, trying to hold back the hard knot that was growing in his throat.
'Trust me, Kurt.' Blaine ran his thumb down Kurt's jaw, a gesture that sent shivers up Kurt's spine. It was an intimate gesture, almost too intimate for the crowded airport and Kurt pulled away with the slightest shake of his head.
'I do trust you, Blaine. Except I'm going to be in New York. Without you.'
A shadow of a smile crossed the older boys face. 'I can look after myself. And I'll be going to LA in three weeks and I'll be just as run off my feet as you.'
The words were spoken softly into Blaine's ear. 'I'll never stop thinking about you.'
And it was bliss to him to hear them spoken, even in that breathy tone that barely tickled his eardrum. 'I'll never stop loving you,' he replied.
So I really hope you like this :D And trust me, the next chapter will be very different. We'll actually get into the plot outlined in the summary up yonder :D Please review, tell me what you think, any ideas or opinions you may have. I'd be happy to hear about them :D
xx Wynnie