The leaves seemed to make music as they rustled, percussion to the squeals and cries of children running around the park, dressed snugly in caps and gloves, scarves trailing behind them like capes. Parents watched over their children, laughing as they thought of what it was like to be that young and innocent.
Kurt and Blaine sat on a bench, watching the peaceful scene. Kurt had his head on Blaine's shoulder, and Blaine's arm was around him, keeping him warm and protecting him from some of the chilly fall wind that blew through the park. Kurt was perfectly happy; he felt like he could never leave, never let this moment end.
"Blaine, if you could stay here forever, would you?" Kurt asked calmly, a content smile on his face as he stared straight ahead, into the distance, everything fuzzy as he focused on nothing in particular.
There were a few moments of silence. A young couple, as it sounded like, walked behind their bench, the leaves crunching in a rhythm as they briskly walked, most likely on their way to a coffee shop, or some other place that was warmer than this park. Kurt, however, had no intention of leaving.
"Yes," Blaine finally said. Kurt had almost forgotten the question he'd asked.
"No," he added, confusing Kurt, "Actually. Because if we stayed here forever, we'd miss a whole lifetime that we could spend together."
Kurt finally moved for the first time in what felt like an hour. He sat up and looked at Blaine for a while, before finally speaking.
"Blaine, I love you, but that was totally cheesy." He said. They both broke into laughter.
"Yeah," Blaine agreed, smiling, "But I haven't had my coffee yet this morning. Please, bear with me until we go to Starbucks."
"Let's put it off, then. I need something to blackmail you with. These cheesy romantic lines are gold." Kurt sighed, once again leaning into Blaine's shoulder, smiling.
"But Blaine plus no Starbucks equals sad face," Blaine said after a few moments of calm, frowning. Kurt laughed a bit.
"Fine, but Starbucks is so cliché, dear. And tasteless. Can't you be a bit more original?" Kurt asked as they stood, putting a hand on his hips.
"No, because I haven't had my coffee yet," Blaine said, as if it were completely obvious.
Kurt laughed again as they held hands, the sound full and clear. The sun shone as if there were no cares in the world, and that's really what it felt like. Kurt and Blaine, Blaine and Kurt. Life couldn't get much better.