A/N: I don't know why this happened but it did. I was having an awful day and I needed something to cheer me up. It's just small and maybe a little pointless but who knows? It made me happier, I hope it makes you happier too :)
They lay in a single bed, intertwined with each other. Hand in hand, leg against leg, chest against chest. Moonlight seeps in through the open window as they dream of days yet to come; of getting away from this small town, of Broadway debuts and marriage equality. In the dead of night they plan a future; big lives led in big cities with nothing to hold them back and everything to live for. They fall asleep wrapped in the inspiration of each other whilst a lifetime of eternity rings and roses dances through their heads.
Dawn is just breaking over Times Square. They are running across the centre, hand-in-hand, and laughing with all of their might. Blaine slows down to a skip and twirls Kurt a couple of times, before they break down into fits of laughter again and pull each other close. The 100 foot lights that are awake at all hours blaze above them, and reflect on Kurt's shoes in his hands. He shed them an hour ago and accepted a piggy-back that lasted all of ten minutes. This means he is barefoot, and can almost feel the turn of the earth every time his toes connect with the concrete of New York City. They are dancing together now, lost in each other, and time holds them here; eternally youthful, and beautiful, and oh-so-much in love. One of them suggests Ellen's Stardust Diner for breakfast. The other agrees.
Late. So late. There's been an argument about shoes, or milk, or money, and they are late. A cab is hailed and they're both still arguing as they jump in. One is passive aggressive, the other straightforwardly annoyed. The cab driver tries to stay silent and blend into his seat as New York whips past the window and the couple in the back seat make snide remarks at each other. The show starts at 7pm and they arrive at 6.53. They are childishly silent as Kurt rushes backstage to be enveloped by four make-up artists and Blaine runs into the orchestra pit, apologizing to the band as he takes up his place on the Conductor Stand.
Summer has descended on London. They are laid on their backs, side by side, in Hyde Park, feeling the blazing sunshine warming their skin. The buzz of life surrounds them, cocoons them; children playing, friends chatting, dogs barking. London is so alive as they spend time relaxing and Blaine cannot believe they have been here for five years. He feels a movement to his right side and glances at Kurt, feeling the gold band on the fourth finger of his left hand; his husband is so beautiful. They are lost in each other, as they so often are, and their soft lips meet. A gurgle occurs between them and they both glance down to see their 18-month-old daughter stirring in her sleep. As if rehearsed they both curl in around her, enveloping her tighter between their bodies and she settles back down again, reassured by the presence of her daddies. They all share a sigh of the utmost happiness and time freezes, if just for a second, as if it almost knows that these moments are what keeps the earth turning. Dreams are pointless now; everything they'd ever dreamed of is right here.
