A/N: Hey everyone! So after a few months of just keeping this on Tumblr, I decided to bring it here. I'd like to thank all of my friends who've helped me spread it around and who've given me feedback. Before you get yourselves into anything, I'd like you to know that I don't have that much free time to write, so this story won't update very often. I'll try to make my updates as long as possible, though. If you decide to keep reading, I hope you enjoy it!
Oh, yeah, and my tumblr URL is juststarkidding if anyone wanted to know :)
They lived in a city of music. Of rhythm. Of sweet melodies and smooth harmonies. Of Paradise.
Kurt was a dancer. The Music flowed under his skin, through his veins like blood made of gold. It swam out through his fingertips and he moved with it, letting it lead him to where it wanted. The Music lived in him. He was the Prodigy.
Blaine was just a boy. A boy who worked to keep the city alive and full of luxuries. He dreamed of making music, of making things come alive with every note. But he belonged underground with the other Workers; the miners, the woodsmen, the circuit-breakers. One day, Blaine finished his load of work and snuck off to his place. On a walk, he'd found a special nook under a crack in the cement where he could sit and stare at the Palace. He always fantasized about the Music in that edifice. How it must've reverberated behind the walls, pervasive and soft, but only soft enough for the soul to hear.
It called Blaine's soul, from however far it was. It called him and he got up and he moved toward it, entranced. He moved and ran and he reached the gate. He longed to reach out and touch it, to connect with it. The Music was louder than ever now. It thrummed in his ears, in his heartbeat, using his everything to magnify every note and rest. He raised his eyes through to the Palace-doors and he saw him, an angel in this dark world. The Prodigy.
He was beautiful. More than that, he was…otherworldly. He seemed to float inches off the ground. He seemed to glow. His skin was pale porcelain, his robes soft-looking and breathy. He was rested, at ease. He was stunning.
The breath caught in Blaine's throat. The Music sang in his eardrums. The world spun beneath his feet. It felt like the heavens opened and poured sweet music down upon him. Blaine was so overwhelmed by it all. He knew that he'd need to come here, to see him every day. He might die if he didn't. Kurt, with galaxies spinning and living in his eyes, caught Blaine's stare. He cracked a curious, lovely smile. It was like the world collapsed in on Blaine. His heart thrummed wildly, doing all it could to break free from his chest. It didn't belong to him anymore. It belonged to the beautiful creature before him, so close, yet so incredibly far away. He wanted to reach out, offer his everything to the boy he'd never spoken to. But he couldn't. And he walked away.