Damn my iPod. I was trying to think about a new story idea, had been cockblocked by a damn video (SOWK), and popped my music on to maybe try and get some inspiration. If you haven't heard this one it is a fantastic song, and the words mean so much more than they actually say. I really don't know where this story came from, as always the characters take themselves where they want to be. Forgive me for stealing the song from one of the most beautiful artists out there and assigning it to one of the others. Bon Jovi "When We Were Beautiful" If you love it or hate it – let me know, not sure myself.
Kurt Hummel sat on the snow white couch and cried. Not the sweet silent tears that he had cried during Blackbird so many years ago but gasping sobs that threatened to tear him apart. And it was all over a song. Sure Blaine had written many songs for him, they had written many together, but hearing this one rise out of the speakers on his satalite radio, it seemed like they all meant nothing, and hearing Blaine's clear perfect voice made him feel like he was 16 again.
The world is cracked
The sky is torn
I'm hanging in
You're holding on
I can't pretend
That nothings changed
Living in the shadows
Of the love we made
It seemed like life had gotten away from them. When they were 16 it seemed like it was all there waiting for them. Now that they were closing on 30 it seemed like they had gotten everything that their teenage selves had asked for. Kurt had a successful Broadway career and offers lined up on the table. Blaine had become a successful recording artist with innumerable number one singles and awards lining the mantle. After all the years they still had each other, but somehow it didn't seem the same anymore.
Back... When we were beautiful
Before the world got small
Before we knew it all
Back... When we were innocent
I wonder where it went
Let's go back and find it
Kurt couldn't help but smile, thinking about how things had been. He remembered sweet first caresses, filled with nervous giggles and tentative touches. He remembered evenings spent cuddling on couches, dinners at Breadsticks and afternoon coffees at the Lima Bean. He remembered looking up into gorgeous hazel eyes from his traditional spot curled on Blaine's chest. He remembered feeling fingers tracing his jawline and lips nibbling softly on his ear. He remembered them, before everything got in the way.
Some dreams live
Some will die
But the you and me
Is still alive
Now am I blessed?
Or am I cursed?
Cause the way we are
Aint the way we were
It seemed like now was a constant balancing act, between his rehersals and shows and Blaine's recording sessions and tours. They always tried to find a bit of time for each other, where they could, in between the constant reminder of actual lives. It was all they had ever wanted, being appreciated for their talents, being adored by more than each other, but it felt so wrong sometimes.
Back... When we were beautiful
Before the world got small
Before we knew it all
Back... When we were innocent
I wonder where it went
Let's go back and find it
As the last notes trailed off Kurt heard the front door open and Blaine's keys drop to the endtable in the hall. He heard quiet footsteps coming closer and he looked up to see Blaine standing in front of the couch. He didn't say a word, just held up his hand and pulled him down next to him on the couch. Curling up against Blaine he began slowly running his fingertips along his lover's chest, rejoicing in the feel of Blaine's hands running through his hair. He leaned up and laid soft kisses along his neck, soft as butterfly wings. And as the two of them lay there, wrapped in each other, fully clothed, sharing soft kisses and silent looks, he knew that he was home.