Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
A/N: Crying, writing, not sure mine are tears good, or valuable...or…, whatever you want to call it. For someone who tries to be good, brilliant with words I so often end up having none, seldom the exact right ones, anything less might as well be none, but, maybe that is why I know to value them so much.
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They sit close, hands resting, on knees touching, intertwined.
"I didn't think this world could ever give me anything, anything at all that could take importance, take sting from the pain I feel. And then…," Blaine cannot help but just look…at Kurt, take in all Kurt wants him to be the only one, ever, to see. Blaine has never felt happiness more complete.
"Blaine," Kurt says softly, tears streaming down Kurt's face in such a lasting flow, in Blaine's eyes they add an extra glow to Kurt's already blinding complexion.
"And then…," Blaine repeats, raising his hand to Kurt's left cheek, fingertips dancing, caressing the softness, encasing the most robust and most fragile parts alike of the most beautiful being Blaine knows he has ever, thinks he will ever know, "…then this world allowed me to find you."
Voices are soft, but oh so sure.
"Blaine."
"Kurt."
Tears are the first of theirs that mix into one that day, sweep away boundaries and barriers.