Fiction Fairy tales (One Shots)

This is going to be a series of one shots all based around different pairings. It'll be focused on the moments that only ever happen in fiction but that everyone would really love to happen in their life.

It's my first glee fan fiction so I really hope I do the characters justice. I will put a heading telling you who the supposed pairing is, but I suppose in the cases of many of these you would probably be able to put it to any couple you liked, since names aren't mentioned (well not in this one) and although there are a few character traits, I suppose this one, below, in particular could apply to almost anyone.

This one is KURT / BLAINE and its set some point in the future

Please Enjoy ;)

Disclaimer; Nothing from the TV show Glee is mine, including but not limited to; characters, couplings, names, places, dreams, traits and styling's.

KISSING IN THE RAIN

He dances with you in the middle of Times Square when it's dark and raining, the billboards and lights flashing throughout the night. You spin round, the droplets falling from the sky skimming your face, the shops blurring together, the lights streaking past you, before your vision is once again filled with his face. His hair is plastering to his head but he's grinning as he pulls you closer, singing words perfectly in tune gently in your ear, slowly rotating you both in a circle. It should be freezing, your only wearing a grey waistcoat over a red shirt (and you can't seem to find it in yourself to care about the water marks which will surely ruin the silky material even though you're sure you were thinking about nothing else two minutes ago.), but you're not. Because one of his hands is on the small of your back, his palm flat against the material there and the warmth seems to be spreading throughout your entire body. His other hand has one of yours, fingers twisted within each other, held out slightly to the side of your body in the typical ballroom dancing style. Your other hand meanwhile is cupped around the back of his neck, the side of your finger brushing against the few small strands of hair that curl down.

Suddenly he dips you, his hand moving up to the top of your back to support you. He croons the last note softly, holding it for just a second longer than the song calls for and you're just so completely lost in his eyes that you could honestly be anywhere right now and you wouldn't notice – he could have lifted you both off the ground and flown to another place for all you care. His face, leaning over you blocks the rain from pelting into yours and the lights from behind him create a sort of halo of multicolours around his head and you're pretty sure this is going to be a snapshot memory, one you treasure forever. Your breathing hitches a little as he leans forward pressing his lips to yours quickly, before he pulls back just slightly.

I love you, he whispers and you whisper it back, mostly because you think speaking in anything higher than that would break the magic currently surrounding you both. And not for the first time since you found him, you're completely overwhelmed by the feeling that moments like this don't happen in normal people's lives – this is what old fashioned movies and Broadway musicals are made from, not your life.

But, it is moments like this that make up your life ever since you met him and every time something like this happens you've never been more grateful that you've pulled through all the bad times and the fights and the jealousy and the friends and family drama because it just feels so right.

It's moments like this that spread the knowledge that you're going to be with him forever through you, something you just know – like how the sky is blue, or the grass is green, or

All other thoughts and feelings take a back seat as he crushes his lips to yours. There's a flicker of surprise that he tastes like rain because he was facing away from the downpour but it's quickly doused as the kiss becomes slightly more intense. Everything becomes a lot clearer, like just being connected to his lips makes your senses stronger – you can see the small dancing fireworks behind your eyelids, but that could just be the lights straining through the darkness (your inclined to believe it's fireworks though, because it wouldn't be the first time).

You can smell the wetness of the rain, making everything around you stronger, sending the mixed scents from the people hurrying past you (and you love the fact that nobody had said anything to you two, or tried to stop you or anything. In fact you're not even sure you two are on anyone's radar but how can that be when this is what your entire world has come down to?), the slightly meaty smell that is drifting over from a hot dog stand a little way aways.

The most powerful smell though is the scent coming off the man who's currently got his arms around you, holding you like you're the most important thing in the world. And you can't describe what it smells like because you're sure that if you tried you wouldn't be able to do it justice and it's just enough that you're the one smelling it, that you're the one who wakes up to it every day, that your clothes are the ones it sometimes clings to.

That he chose you.

You can hear the clattering of heels on the sidewalk next to you, the skidding as someone slides on the wet concrete, the curse words as umbrellas fail to open and honking from the taxi drivers. But everything is a little bit muted and all you concentrate on is the falling of pitter-patter that the rain makes, which usually would be too soft to hear, but that you can now because everything is just so much more.

Your hands are now tangled in his hair, threading your fingers through the wet strands, just loving how soft it is right now even though the rain is trying its best to mess it up.

The taste is probably the best thing about now though. Cause it's just him. There's a slight taste of the coffee and mint flavoured gum he had half an hour earlier but that just blends in with him, something that is always there.

He pulls away, smiling and helping you stand up and it's amazing because it has only been about fifteen seconds since he dipped you and your smiling too, cheeks almost hurting from how far they're stretching.

And you've never loved feeling like a work of fiction more.