Just a little oneshot that I have been working on. I know it's a pretty odd structure, but hopefully you like the piece even if it isn't really a story as such.
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His hand cupped Blaine's face, a tear swelling in his eye as he was finally reunited with the man he had once loved.
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He opened his mouth. It was there, on his lips. He pulled it back in. Somehow words didn't seem right for the moment.
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Those eyes. Those beautiful eyes, forever a scar on his mind. How could he ever forget the tranquility captured within them.
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He felt Blaine's hand reach up to touch his arm. He shivered at the contact. His fingertips ran up his bicep before settling on his shoulder. They were warmer than he thought they would be.
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The lips. Blaine's lips. The lips he had missed for so long. They were here again. He could taste them again.
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It was the touch, the texture, the smell, the sound. It was Blaine. Blaine was everything, was found everywhere.
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Their fingers entwined with each other. Knots forming in the pit of his stomach has he felt time passing.
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Was he happy? Was he sad? Would this be forever? Or was it just a glimpse of something that could have been?
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It was too little and too much at the same time. Every touch promised something more, but revealed something less. As confusing as the situation.
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He wanted to say it. But how? How could he say something like that? Now? When things were like this?
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Did he have someone here? Please God don't let him be alone. Let him find someone, something, anything. Just don't let him be alone.
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There was that time, what seemed like long ago now, that he thought this could be reality, that this could be where they would end up.
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Tragic. Beautiful. Perfect. Blaine. Love.
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He'd give anything for a touch like this any other way. But now, this was too much. Then again, he wanted it so badly. His core ached with desire for more.
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He pulled away, and stood there, perfectly still. Admiring Blaine. Admiring the boy he had loved, the boy he did love.
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His heart wanted to scream, to shout, to cry, to break. This was a limbo he had wished for for so long, but now, he wanted to run and hide.
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There was a glory, a magnificence. Things he couldn't explain, things that didn't seem natural.
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Blaine smiled, and he found he couldn't even think anymore. It was a smile he had missed for such a long time, such a long, long time.
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The wind ruffled through Blaine's un-gelled hair. Everything was so natural here, so calm, so peaceful. Yet all he could do was watch as Blaine stood in front of him.
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He wanted to touch again, and he leaned forward to hold Blaine in an embrace. The boy leaned into him.
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How much longer now? How much longer until he couldn't see, love, feel anymore? How much time left?
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The grass underneath his feet rustled in the breeze. The sun shone down. It was a beautiful day.
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He was so tired, and this was exactly what he wanted, what he craved. Blaine's mouth twitched. There was something... Inexplicable about loving Blaine.
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Sure he loved the body, the personality, but there was something else. Something in the way he moved, the way he breathed, the way he was.
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He had to move. He had to go for it. He leaned in, wetting his lips before placing them on the other boy's.
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Blaine.
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Touch. Taste. Smell. Sound. Sight. Everything. Blaine.
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There was an innocence to the scene. Way back when, this would have been the prelude to something more, but now... Now it was everything he needed. Everything.
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There were no words for him. And he really wanted there to be. He wanted to hear Blaine's voice. His laugh.
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His whole life. Every day from now on would be different. Would be missing something. Something beautiful, and perfect, and fragile.
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How could he feel so happy, yet so sad at the same time?
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Another touch, another moment gone. How many more would he get?
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His heart ached with a desire for fulfillment. For this to be forever.
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Forever is, was, never eternal. He knew that. It seemed it, but somebody's promise of forever would never last. Everyone left somehow.
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He stood. Blaine was there.
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Somewhere in time, Blaine would always be his. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Blaine would never, did never, say goodbye.
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His lips felt dry, and he ran his tongue across them, moistening them once more.
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Staring at Blaine was like looking at a reflection. He could chase, he could touch, but he could never quite catch.
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He looked to his feet. His shoes were caked in mud. Blaine's were beautifully clean. It was quite a contrast, but he had expected no less.
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Blaine. Here.
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He was running out of time. He could tell. The area around them was speeding up. The wind was stronger, the water ran quicker.
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He was frightened. Could he ever live truly again after this? What was going to be left for him. Could Blaine ever be his? Yes? No? Impossible things had already happened today - who was to say he couldn't add one more to the list?
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Or would that be asking too much? Blaine frowned like he knew what he was thinking. Like he was worried for him.
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Blaine reached out and those arms enveloped him. Blaine held him tight as he waited for the tears to flow.
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His cheeks were streaked. He tried to ease his breathing, to calm down.
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Did Blaine think about him as much as he thought of Blaine? Would Blaine remember him wherever he was going?
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He never told him what he had wanted to tell him.
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It was one minute in a lifetime. One minute with eternity ahead of him.
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What was Blaine like now? Was this really Blaine? Or was he just putting on a show?
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It's a world of strangers, and loneliness. Blaine was his respite, his break, his healing.
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He longed for the rain, for the touch of water from above landing on his skin.
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He wanted another moment like that with Blaine. A moment where everything seemed so normal. Where there was bad weather. Where he could tell the boy he loved that he could borrow his coat.
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He wanted to care for someone, to be looked after in return. Blaine had one tear in his eye.
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It was the first time he had seen Blaine cry here.
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He wanted to tell him it would be alright, but he couldn't. He just didn't know what to say.
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There really couldn't be long left now. Before everything returned to how it had been before.
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Blaine was his somebody, his everybody.
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Now he just needed to tell him that before it was too late again.
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He reached his hand out and once again took Blaine's in his.
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He took a deep breath and prepared himself.
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'I've been burning up like a wildfire waiting to see you again. I've wanted this forever. I want you." He looked up. Blaine. He was gone. He'd never have him again. He had prayed to see Blaine again, and against all odds, he had. But... he had told him too late. He wished he could have had more time with Blaine while he was alive, but that was pointless now. Blaine. Sam.