9th January

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran


As Kurt sang, Blaine watched. The man in uniform had perfect tears rolling down his perfect cheeks. His perfect lips opened in song, letting out a perfect sound. He flicked a perfect lock of hair out of his perfect eyes.

And Blaine stopped singing along.

There Kurt was, crying and upset. And all he could do was see him as perfect. Why? What was Blaine seeing?

Then Kurt turned to the window and Blaine heard a crack.

He looked about. But no one else had seemed to have heard it, too busy singing. But it had been so loud... He looked at Kurt again, the tears still speeding down his face. And the crack again. But this one he felt too. He gasped and grabbed at his chest almost unable to breathe. It was so painful, hurt so much, and...

Kurt turned his eyes towards him and the pain melted away. Just like that. All the tension seeped out of his body. And he was left, staring right into the eyes of the most perfectly beautiful person in the room. No, the planet.

Blaine didn't know when it had started, when he had tripped up. Maybe it was that day on the staircase. But now he'd fallen. And he'd hit the ground hard. He just wanted to hold Kurt close, heart against heart, protecting him under the cover of darkness. He wanted to cuddle him under the covers in his dorm and under the cover of love. He wanted to love Kurt.

And it had taken a death to get here. But now all Blaine could do was stare at those perfect lips now ending that perfect song, and wishing he was kissing them. Because he wanted his love.