Title: a storm whereon they ride
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Byron
Warnings: AU; fluff
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, "Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other." (Paulo Coelho)
Blaine had never, in all his life, imagined Kurt Hummel. He hadn't imagined Kurt's eyes, or Kurt's hands, or Kurt's voice. Fuck, but Kurt's voice.
When Blaine had dreamed about his future husband, he always pictured Jared Leto, or Jensen Ackles, or Westley from The Princess Bride.
And then Kurt stopped him on the stairs, and looked at him, and held on so tightly to his hand, and smiled at him.
Kurt needed him, it was obvious.
At first, Blaine thought Kurt might be his fourth playmate.
Instead... instead, Kurt is everything.
Kurt is the best choice Blaine ever made.