I listened to this song earlier today, and it gave me MASSIVE KLAINE WEDDING FEELS. Obviously, I had to share those with the rest of the world.
The hardest part of planning their wedding was, unsurprisingly, finding which song they'd have their first dance to.
Kurt had been wracking his brains for weeks, listening to every song that could even remotely be considered romantic on his iPod multiple times over. He listened to the lyrics, to the possible connotations of the lyrics, to the beat, to the key (because anything weird would make their band hate them forever), to everything. He might have spent less time deciphering songs when he was actually getting graded on it at NYADA.
Then one day, it clicked. He and Blaine had been walking home from a lunch date in Central Park, trying to cross the street in front of their apartment with a million other pedestrians, and suddenly the perfect song popped into Kurt's brain.
"Oh my God. Blaine! I figured out what song we're dancing to!" he exclaimed, tugging on the arm Blaine had linked in his own and trying to rush into the building and up the three flights of stairs to their shared apartment. Since they'd moved into their own place a few months ago, he didn't have to worry about interrupting Rachel doing yet another long, detailed vocal exercise or Santana ranting in Spanglish to Dani about that day's most annoying customer at the diner.
"Baby, slow down, oh my God!" Blaine responded once they got upstairs – he'd been too out of breath from Kurt plowing through pedestrians to speak any earlier. "If you dislocate my shoulder, we can't dance to anything."
"I'm sorry, B, I just- I finally figured out our perfect wedding song!" Kurt squealed, unlinking his arm from Blaine's and happy dancing slightly in place.
Blaine leaned up and kissed Kurt on the nose. "You're lucky you're adorable as well as the strongest man alive. Now come on, tell me what song it is!"
"Why should I tell you when we can kill two birds with one stone and dance to it as well?" Kurt asked playfully, wandering over to their iPod dock in the tiny living room and calling up the song he wanted. As the violins started playing, Blaine walked over to Kurt.
"Excuse me. Can I have this dance?" Blaine asked, holding out his hand.
"Yes. Yes, you may," responded Kurt, taking Blaine's hand and letting him lead so he could sing along softly. Once he got to the chorus, Blaine harmonized along with him.
Thousands of people
Way down below
Wandering to and fro
Tireless people
No time to lose
Crowding the avenues and parks
On their marks
Racing fast; quite a cast
Millions of people, pick any two
They could be just like
You and me used to be
Way back when, strangers, then -
I turned the corner
And there you stood
Your smile like home to me
Your heart familiar
No use pretending, not that I could
I turned the corner when I met you
Kurt dropped out of the song, wanting to hear Blaine's voice crooning solo in his ear for a little while before the counterpoint harmony at the end.
I turned the corner
Stopped on a dime
Like I remembered someone
Long forgotten
No mere flirtation, no marking time
I turned the corner when I met you
When I met you
Was our encounter planned
Destiny's guiding hand?
Fortune or fate, it's grand
The way you make me feel
All of the past erased
Glorious future faced
Now that my life you've graced
I'll never be the same
I turned the corner
Feet on the ground
My spirit soared as you appeared before me!
I wasn't looking, look what I found
I turned the corner when I met you
When I met you.
After a moment of silence, Blaine whispered to Kurt, "Perfect choice, baby. I'm glad I'm marrying someone as smart as you."
"One of us has to be the brains of this operation," Kurt smirked up at Blaine, having rested his head on Blaine's shoulder almost immediately after they started dancing. "Lord knows all the gel has to have melted a lot of your brain cells at this point."
"Says the man who's single-handedly destroying the ozone layer with his hairspray usage," Blaine laughed back, still revolving their bodies in a slow dance even though Kurt's iPod had shuffled to Lil Jon's "Get Low."
"Shhh. No talking. Just kissing," pouted Kurt, knowing he'd lost that battle.
Blaine smirked quickly before planting a thorough kiss on Kurt's lips. "Should we practice that part of the wedding, too?" he queried.
"With pleasure," replied Kurt, leaning up to seal their lips together again.