A/N: Hey guys! I just watched Moulin Rouge the other day (God knows how long I've been meaning too!) and I've had this running through my head! A Klaine version of Moulin Rouge! IT'S SUCH AN AMAZING MOVIE! GO WATCH IT BECAUSE IT'S BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT AND WHEN YOU WATCH THE ORIGINAL, THE KLAINE VERSION OF COME WHAT MAY BECOMES SOOOO MUCH MORE MEANINGFUL. LIKE UGH. Okay lovelies, I'll stop ranting now...

Oh, about my other WIPs, I'm going to be updating Confused Colors VERYYY soon! I promise I didn't forget about it! We just renovated my house so I've been soooo busy and ugh parents and siblings like god give me an hour by myself. Haha, I hope you guys like it!

SUMMARY:

The year is 1899, and Blaine Anderson, a young English writer, has come to Paris to follow the Bohemian revolution taking hold of the city's drug and prostitute infested underworld. And nowhere is the thrill of the underworld more alive than at the Moulin Rouge, a night club where the rich and poor men alike come to be entertained by the dancers, but things take a wicked turn for Blaine as he starts a deadly love affair with the star courtesan of the club, Kurt. But his affections are also coveted by the club's patron: the Duke, Dave Karofsky. A dangerous love triangle ensues as Kurt and Blaine attempt to fight all odds to stay together but a force that not even love can conquer is taking its toll on Kurt...

Prologue: I Love You.

There was a boy,

A very strange enchanted boy.
They say he wandered very far...
Very far
Over land and sea
A little shy
And sad of eye
But very wise was he
And then one day
...he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me...

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved...in return."

Blaine Anderson slammed his hands on the counter-top and stared at his typewriter as if it had personally done him wrong. Scratching at the careless scruff gathering on his face, he sighed and ran his hands through his hair again.

I promised him. I have to do this. For him. For my love. Blaine put a new sheet of paper into his typewriter and started again.

I'll do this for you, my love. I promised you I would tell our story. And here it is.

I love you.

THoughts? Reviews are LOVE *lessthanthree*