A/N: Reviews are my bread and butter. They are what keeps me writing. Jut saying… ;)
A/N: For all you smut fans out there… this is pure fluff. There will be no smut here. It is prohibited in my domain. Besides… I've never been able to write stuff like that.
The rain felt absolutely glorious on the porcelain skin of the dainty boy in the clearing. He came here to take his mind off of things, and today was something he definitely needed to take off his mind.
Kurt frowned as a drop of water hit his eyelid, and slid down his cheek. It seemed to imitating the tears he wanted to cry, the tears he needed to cry… How dare it mock his pain! He brushed it away angrily, wishing there was no such thing as tears.
Maybe he should… no. The last thing he wanted to do right now was confront Blaine. It was because of him that he was here. It was because of him that he was wanting to cry. It was because of him that Kurt hated himself at this point. Everything was because of Blaine, and that needed to change.
Kurt suddenly felt the need to sing. He started humming to himself softly, then grew louder. He opened his mouth, words and sound coming from it in a gentle, flowing, beautiful rhythm. Then he got gradually louder, practically shouting as the tears he wanted so desperately began to flow.
"There's only one thing
To do
Three words
For you
I love you…"
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Blaine slammed the door of his car shut. His tiny vehicle shuddered, and he wrapped his hands around the door frame. God, he was an imbecile! What the hell just happened? Kurt whispered those words, those three most beautiful, most wonderful, most fantastic words the world had ever created, and his response was so. Damn. STUPID!
He cursed himself over and over, banging his head onto the roof of his car. He was at the entrance to the clearing Kurt had taken him to once. The rain had died down while he was in the car, but as his anger at himself increased, the rain did as well. It drenched him in a matter of seconds.
He felt the tears escape again, hating how they only made things worse. He thought of the response he had given Kurt back at his place…
Kurt was laying on his chest, listening to his heart beat, tapping his index finger on the floor in time with it. Blaine closed his eyes contentedly, running his fingers through Kurt's hair. Kurt turned, facing him.
"Blaine?"
"Mhmm?"
"I…I love you, you know."
"That's good…"
That's good! Why was Blaine such an idiot? THAT'S GOOD? Even he hated his reply. WHAT THE FUCK WAS 'THAT'S GOOD?' He kicked his tire, and sunk to the mud beneath him. He screamed into the wind, his voice breaking many times. He eventually stopped when the wind did, his arms wrapping themselves around his chest as an emptiness began to form. The tears came cascading down, hitting the earth with a force.
It was then that he heard it. A voice. A song, carried on the wings of a breeze that ruffled his hair. His fingers chased that gust of air, running themselves through his locks as though desperate to catch it. He continued to hear it, recognizing immediately who it was. He stood and ran to the clearing.
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Kurt curled up on his side, tears now mixed with rain droplets, staining his cheeks with beautiful intricate patterns. The wind hugged him briefly, wanting with him so badly to forget. Forget that charming personality, those beautiful hazel eyes… that dopey grin.
He began to sing the same words again.
"There's only one thing
To do
Three words
For you
I love you…"
He heard a rustle behind him, shrugging it off as a harsh wind blowing tree leaves. Until that rustle was followed by a voice. A singing voice, that sounded as gorgeous as velvet and moonlight… Kurt spun.
A wet and muddy Blaine came through the clearing, beautiful and breathless, but singing all the same. He looked Kurt in the eyes, and as he sang the last few words, his voice broke.
"There's only one way
To say
Those three words
That's what I'll do
I love you…"
Kurt ran to Blaine as he collapsed, sobbing into his hands. "Blaine?" he asked tentatively. Hazel met blue for a quarter of a second, before lips met lips and hands met hands. Kurt held his boyfriend's face in his fingertips, marveling at the beauty of it.
"I love you, Kurt. More than anything."
Kurt smiled in contentment.
They may not have realized it, but as they smiled at each other, and kissed each other, and lay on the ground in each other's arms… the rain stopped falling.
A/N: If you haven't guessed already, the song lyrics are "1,2,3,4" by the Plain White T's.
