A/N: Hey guys! So I haven't really written anything for a while, but I decided to give some Klaingst a go Yes, this fic will be very angst-filled so you've been warned. This first part is really short and doesn't really tell much but it's just my way of setting up the story. I have two other short chapters written, but I'm not quite sure where they fit in. Until school ends, updates will be slow or nonexistent, but during summer I will be better about it Ok I think that's it…enjoy! Let me know what you think!
Prologue
"I love you."
"I love you, too," I respond, as I have been since that beautiful day two months ago. I stare down at the tiny, beautiful man in my arms and place a soft kiss atop his head as he drifts off into a deep sleep. I can't really believe how it all started, how far we've come, and how far we still have to go. Things started out fine, then quickly and progressively got worse to the point where I thought nothing would ever be ok again...
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He was late. So, so late. Blaine Anderson was never late, but he was running late. To a Warbler performance, of all things. He was making his way through the sea of students by the North Staircase when he was stopped by a soft, "Excuse me?" coming from about halfway up the stairs. Blaine turned to see a pale boy, a beautiful boy, in his opinion, staring down at him with wide eyes, looking lost and somewhat intimidated.
They exchanged names and Blaine took him to the Warbler performance that he was late for. He didn't believe for one second that this kid-Kurt, he reminded himself-was new. All he knew was that Kurt needed someone and wow, their hands fit perfectly together. Once they reached their destination, the boys reluctantly let go of each other's hands. The curly haired Warbler began singing towards a group of boys in blazers.
Blaine loved performing, loved getting lost in the song that he was singing. However, today, while his heart was in it, his mind was elsewhere.