Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
A/N: Simply a little something sweet, inspired by the winter weather wonderland outside, in my corner of this universe. Enjoy!
Time Ours
It is …, it's the best, the best Kurt has felt all day, scratch that, in days.
The stress of weeks and weeks of nothing but work, yes, it has been worth it, in the end, but never has Kurt missed it more, the quiet that fills him when in precious moments he does not have to pretend but can fully let go and feel. They are theirs, theirs alone, they come so easy, so unexpected, effortless, unplanned.
It is what he does now, let go. Blaine makes it easy.
Mid-January and the cold having had a grip on the city the last nights and days, has given way to "Snow, gosh, I've missed snow last December, there wasn't much at all all of last year actually," Blaine mumbles softly to himself and Kurt, and everyone and no one in particular, in that way that Kurt only knows Blaine to be able to pass off as the spontaneous outburst it truly is.
The streets are quiet and for the most part deserted just now after nightfall and with snow having been falling rather heavily ever since they stepped outside their apartment twenty minutes ago.
Kurt huddles closer into Blaine's side who has his arms tightly wrapped around his boyfriend.
The dark is filled with nothing but the soft sound of snow still falling, the crunch of the unmarred white under their feet, unclaimed, and the warmth radiating from each other, towards each other.
"The first snow," Kurt whispers softly into the evening air alight with flakes of water crystallized.
"Our first New York snow," Blaine gingerly answers in a hum, excitement clear, making Kurt smile just as bright as Blaine.
"Our," Kurt echoes, "I like the sound."
"Our time, our city, our life, our love," Blaine says.
Kurt answers through a laugh, "Stop, stop, Blaine. I get it."
"You do?"
"Yeah," Kurt stops and turns to smile at Blaine, cupping his cheek with a gloved hand, "I'm yours too."