AN: Ok so I should really be working on my Holocaust paper, but because my brother is loudly playing Halo and I'm just lazy, I shall write a fanfiction instead! Yay! So this is just drabbles about Kurt and Blaine's life together. There is no rhyme or reason. Just one-shots about them. Enjoy!
Blaine found him sitting on the window seat, watching the rain fall outside. His check was pressed against the glass and what looked like tears sparkled in his clear blue eyes.
A pleasant woman's voice sang softly in the speakers, she sang of lost and of returning to Manhattan. Blaine thought he heard her before, but couldn't quite place where.
Blaine quietly closed the door and walked across the fluffy white carpet. Kurt hadn't noticed him until strong arms wrapped carefully around his waist.
"Hello adorable." Blaine mumbled into Kurt's smooth pale neck. Kurt just rolled his eyes and responded in the quietist whisper of "Nothing."
"You're living, that's something." Blaine mumbled once more into Kurt's neck, before biting it in a hungry I-want-you-now-manner.
"Not now Blaine, I'm not in the mood." Kurt scooted away from his boyfriend, before placing his check on the glass again and staring out the window.
"What's the matter?" Blaine scrunched his eyebrows together, slightly annoyed at his drama queen of a boyfriend, but mostly worried.
"I'm just not up for fooling around with you today." Kurt pulled his knees up to his chest, not taking his eyes off the rain that started to pour even harder.
"Ok, we can just talk," Blaine moved closer to Kurt and started rubbing circles into his back knowing that made Kurt feel so much better no matter what. "Why are you watching the rain and listening to slightly depressing music?"
Kurt shot him daggers at the music bit. "It's a long story." He snapped but didn't move from Blaine's touch, which Blaine saw as a good thing.
"I have a long time to listen." Blaine said quietly trying not to upset Kurt further.
Kurt just sighed and finally turned around to look at Blaine, "Well the reason I am watching the rain and listening to the talented Norah Jones-"
"That's who she is! I knew I recognized her voice from somewhere. Sorry." Blaine's interruption of his boyfriend's story earned more daggers.
"Anyway, the reason I'm watching the rain is because when I was little every time it rained my mother would put on Norah Jones make hot chocolate and we'd watch the rain together."
Kurt turned his head to watch the rain once more with a sad kind of smile on his pink lips. His eye's looking at something Blaine could not see.
"Oh." Was all Blaine could say, so instead of saying anything else, he took Kurt's hand in his and watched the rain fall gently on the buildings, people, and ground below.