I sighed contently, walking through times square at midnight, seeing all the bright lights before my very eyes, its all good. Without Blaine it was nothing. W'd been broken up a month now, I was still mourning. I wanted Blaine, I needed Blaine.
I looked around, my eyes fixating on the huge billboard infront of me. I always dreamt about going to see broadway shows with Blaine, and our children. I dreamt about being happy. Now that was all over, i'd never meet another guy again. Well i'd never meet another guy like Blaine again. Granted, i'd been asked out by multiple people (girls and guys) over the previous month. I turned every single invite down, I couldn't move on. I had to get Blaine back.
I turned around, it had started getting cold and I wanted to get home. Me and Rachel would snuggle and watch a movie. All of a sudden, every single light in the whole area switched off. All the billboards, all the music, everything. I felt so alone. It was pitch black.
I began to panic, others were there, but I couldnt see them. It felt like one of those creepy horror movies, and someone was going to come and jump out at me any second. My mouth opened to scream out for help, but I was interrupted by music, coming from somewhere. I didnt exactly know where, I thought it was behind me. Once I rotated back around, all the lights came back on again. A million questions running through my head as the music continued to play; What the hell happened there? Was that a powercut? Are powercuts even possible in New York?
A puzzled look formed on my face as I noticed everyone was looking at me, I looked infront of me and my eyes grew wide. BLAINE.
I must of been dreaming, my adrenaline began pumping and I opened my mouth to speak again but this time, I was interrupted by Blaine's voice, his perfect voice. I always said his voice was my personal heaven. I was in complete and utter shock. I let him serenade me, unsure if this was a dream or not.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called "Yellow".
This was better than Christmas! Blaine was back! My Blaine! My BEAUTIFUL Blaine! He was here, serenading me with an amazing love song. In New York! In Times Square! At Midnight, I was sure i'd died and gone to Heaven.
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all "Yellow."
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all "Yellow",
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all "Yellow."
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know,
For you I'd bleed myself dry,
For you I'd bleed myself dry.
It's true,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
As soon as the song finished: I flung my arms around Blaine.
"I love you so much, never leave me again."
Blaine snuggled into my shoulder, he was crying into my ridiculously expensive jacket, but for once; I didnt actually care.
"I never ever will, i'm sorry, I was stupid for letting you go. I missed you like crazy. You're the love of my life, Kurt."