A/N: I heard the news about same-sex marriage being legalised in NY and suddenly I NEEDED to write the following two things. Both were fully formed inside my head, seriously!
I couldn't decide which one to write first, so I actually tossed a coin to see which of my favourite boys got to speak first. I suspect Kurt may have cheated somehow, he does have a way of always getting what he wants. Although I'm surprised he didn't insist on the last word... ;P
I don't own Glee of course, and I'm beginning to think that these deeds to 94% of France and Spain might be less than authentic, bummer.
Feel Free to read the two "chapters" in the order YOU think would be nice. As always, reviews, comments and gifts of fruit or whimsical figurines are a welcome surprise.

Kurt Hummel

I've never believed in love at first sight.

How good can a first impression be?

I have often wished that I could trust in God, or Destiny or the forces of karma, and believe that because I try to live a good and honest life the universe will reward me and that when it does reward me I will be wise enough and perceptive enough to recognise that fact and hang on to the heavenly reward for dear life.

But life is not like that, I know.

When I met you then, it was NOT love at first sight.

I touched your shoulder and asked a question and you turned to me, your warm earth eyes smiling at me as you said your name and took my hand.

But it was not love at first sight.

You took my hand that day and we ran through sunlight and antiques and polished wood and you sang to me and for the first time in a long, long while I felt the warmth of the sun reach my soul and I smiled back at you.

But it was not love at first sight.

Since then we have talked, and sung. We have walked hand in hand, and alone. We have danced and argued and made up and hurt each other and made up and not spoken in anger and made up and not spoken in a good way and made out and still...

It was not love at first sight.

For every time I have failed to hear what you truly wanted to say, I promise I will listen until I understand.

For every time I have won an argument, or won a bet, I swear I will lose the next one, just to keep us even.

When you are sick I will fuss and bother over you until you scream at me despite your sore throat to leave you alone.

When you are happy and excited about life I will listen to you sing about it, or dance with you, or sing with you or at least try to refrain from rolling my cynical eyes in a manner which might risk your good mood.

For the rest of my life I will live my life with courage and with hope, knowing that because YOU consider me worthy of love...

I AM WORTHY.

Everything I have, everything I am, everything I will ever want or want to be is yours too now.

It all started when you turned to look at me.

It was love, in hindsight.