Sound
There's nothing cooking.
The shower isn't running.
The drawers are all shut tight—there's no laundry to do or put away.
The TV is silenced.
No iPods are playing.
The only sound is the sound of an empty apartment…
…because they're out seeing the city on their first night in New York.
Toronto
"What's your favorite baby name?"
"…What?"
"You know—what would you name your kid?"
"Well…I don't know. I haven't really thought about it."
"I like Toronto."
"Toronto? Like in Canada? Why don't we just name her Winnipeg? …Actually, that's not a bad idea—"
"Blaine."
"Right, sorry… Well, alright. I could get used to it. It has a nice ring to it. Toronto… Toronto. Toronto."
"Blaine."
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
"Yeah, I know. And I love you too. Even when you suddenly ask me about baby names while we're cuddling."
"I am pretty fantastic."
Graduation
It's not just goodbye from McKinley.
He's not just packing his things up and saying goodbye to Lima.
He's not just leaving behind all of the slightly nostalgic slushies and Dumpster tosses.
He's not just moving out of his house, away from Carole and Finn and his dad.
He's leaving behind some of the worst and best years of his life. He's leaving the choir room where he got his first solo. He's leaving the locker he hid love letters in. He's leaving Mr. Schue and Coach Sylvester—because despite her demeanor she really was amusing at times.
But he knows one thing.
He's not leaving Blaine.
And he thanks every god he can think of, whether he believes in them or not, for that.
I Still Think
"You're 18! You don't know anything about love! You don't understand that this isn't going to last. One of you will screw up too badly and the other won't be able to forgive them. It'll hurt and you'll get over it and move on. But this—this isn't love. This is infatuation and lust. And it won't last."
Blaine looked up at his mom. "Is that a no? You won't pay for me to go to NYU?"
"This isn't about college. This is about you choosing a relationship over your future and getting hurt. High school sweethearts never work out in the end, Blaine."
"Well, I'll just have to prove you wrong. You can say anything. You can put any statistics in my face. You don't have to pay for school—I'll get a job." Blaine shrugged. "Kurt and I… I still think that we're in love. Hell, I know we're in love. And I'm going to college with him whether you like it or not."
"Blaine—"
"I'll prove you wrong."
She nods and touches his face. "I hope you do, sweetie."
Peanut Butter
"You don't like peanut butter?"
Kurt shrugged. "It's oily and it makes your tongue all…weird."
"That's what milk is for." Blaine sighed, moving around boxes and jars in the Hudson-Hummel's kitchen cabinets. "Peanut butter is one of the most amazing things in the universe."
Kurt rolled his eyes, not paying attention to Blaine's rambling as he took his cookies out of the over.
"I bet I can prove peanut butter is amazing."
"Oh? How?"
And suddenly he was being spun around and trapped as Blaine kissed him. Kurt melted into it for a moment before—
"Ew! Blaine!" He wiped his lips on his apron.
"Bet that was the best peanut butter experience you've ever had," Blaine chuckled, remnants f the gooey brown stuff still smeared on his lips.
Kurt rolled his eyes again—a look Blaine saw a lot on Kurt—but cracked a smile. "Yeah—whatever."
"Victory!"
A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews. If you want to check out my Tumblr for more Klaine stuff and my other writing, I would love it. Mythoughtshavenooffswitch [dot] tumblr [dot] com.
Love always and forever,
E. M. Zeray
