Kay so uhm, I was going to post this as just another one shot, but since it fits in with my other story, this is chapter two. I'm not really certain where this whole story is going, but I hope you enjoy it. Who knows, maybe some sort of plot will develop later on. We'll see what happens. :)
Enjoy.
A fire roars in the little fire pit, providing light and warmth for the two boys. It was Blaine's idea to have a fire tonight. He hadn't roasted marshmallows in years, and it's such the perfect night to spend in the great outdoors. Even if 'great outdoors' only meant Blaine's backyard.
Kurt is wrapped up in a blanket, keeping warm against the chill of the breeze. Blaine on the other hand, is roasting marshmallow after marshmallow; making sure to toast each one to a perfect golden brown.
Blaine is rambling on and on about nothing in particular. He seems to be just speaking for the sake of speaking.
Kurt is only half listening. He's too busy admiring his boyfriend. His beautiful, perfect boyfriend. At school Blaine was a wise, level headed lead soloist for the Warblers. But on these Saturdays they spent together, he was a crazy little boy. He lets his hair down around Kurt when they're alone, and Kurt adores it. Kurt loves every little part of Blaine. But his favourite part is how Blaine is only this silly around Kurt. This is a side of Blaine that only Kurt get's to see, and he feels so lucky. So... important.
Blaine notices Kurt staring at him and leans over to give him a tender kiss on the lips. They break apart slowly, and Blaine rests his head on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt giggles at the sudden taste of marshmallows Blaine had left his lips.
Kurt looks up at the sky. At the stars. He's never really looked at the night sky before. He falls back against the grass without giving any sort of a warning. Blaine yelps at the sudden loss of a head rest, and falls onto his back as well.
"Why are we laying down Kurt?" Blaine laughs, turning his head to face Kurt.
"I feel like looking at the stars." Kurt says, gazing at the dark sky above him.
"Why?"
Kurt shrugs. "I've never really just looked at the stars before." Kurt says with a smile. "They really are beautiful."
"Yeah, they are. I love star gazing."
They sit in silence for a while before Blaine realizes he's cold. Kurt is all snuggled up in that blanket, and Blaine is lying here, freezing his ass off. Well that's not fair, Blaine thinks.
"You should share your blanket. Then we can cuddle and look at the stars together." Blaine says, reaching for the blanket that is hanging off of Kurt's arm slightly.
Kurt smiles playfully. "Get your own damn blanket." Kurt laughs, rolling away from Blaine.
"Hey! In case you haven't noticed, that is my blanket." Blaine laughs, crawling after Kurt, who is rolling away like a log.
Kurt rolls away until he feels he decides he's far enough from the crawling Blaine. He stands up, bundling the blankets around his arms, and runs to the other side of the rather large backyard. Blaine stands and chases after Kurt.
When Blaine finally catches up to his surprisingly fast boyfriend, he wraps his arms around Kurt's waist, and falls to the ground, bringing Kurt down with him as gently as possible. Kurt laughs loudly as Blaine begins tickling him, Kurt tries to get away, but he is way too ticklish to control himself. Kurt yells for Blaine to stop.
"I'll stop when you stop being mean and share!"
"Alright, alright I'll share." Kurt laughs, opening his arms, allowing Blaine to cuddle up to him.
"Hah, I win!" Blaine smirks, joining Kurt in the blanket. Blaine positions his back comfortably against Kurt's chest, letting his head fall back onto Kurt's shoulder.
"Yeah, you finally win one." Kurt laughs, resting his arms around Blaine's shoulders, nuzzling his nose into Blaine's hair.
"...Shuddup." Kurt laughs, hugging Blaine closer to his chest, kissing the top of his head.
A peaceful silence falls upon the backyard as Kurt and Blaine let their eyes look over the night sky.
Blaine breaths in deep; attempting to wrap his head around how perfect this moment is. The way he fits so perfectly in Kurt's arms, the light glow and crackling of the fire in the distance, the incredible brightness of the stars and the moon, and the way they stand out so beautifully in the total blackness of the sky that surrounds them. It's all so... mind blowing.
"I don't get constellations. They just... don't make sense." Kurt says, breaking the silence. "I mean, how do people make such crazy pictures out of three little dots that just so happen to be next to each other?"
"You have to... open your mind... and like... uhm..."
"You don't get them either do you?"
"No, not at all." Blaine replies with a laugh, "Hey, let's make up our own constellations!"
"Let's- what?" Kurt replies doubtfully. The only thing he's sees in the stars is... is that a square?
"Come on, it'll be fun! Look, see that star there?" Blaine asks, pointing to a star directly above them.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, if you connect it with those stars," Blaine draws a line in the air with his hand, "Then it becomes a sail boat."
Kurt stares for a minute. He doesn't a sail boat at all.
"Oh yeah... I, uhm, I definitely see it. Yupp." Kurt replies sarcastically. "And if connect that star, with that star, and mix in all those stars," Kurt says waving his arm around lazily, "You get a unicorn fighting a bear."
Blaine laughs loudly, "I totally see it!"
"You're ridiculous." Kurt rolls his eyes, pulling Blaine closer to him.
"Hey, you're the one that pointed out an epic animal fight in the stars."
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Kurt smiles into Blaine's hair, sighing happily. "Alright, what can you see in those stars over there?"
Blaine thinks for a while, before going into a complex description of a scene involving dragons, pillows, and Jude Law. Kurt laughs at Blaine's silliness, and points to more stars.
The fire slowly dies away as time passes, but Kurt and Blaine don't seem to notice. They have all night and an endless sea of stars. They could lay like this for the rest of their lives.
Oh god, I rewrote that ending a million times and it still seems... lame. x.x Whatever, I did my best.