Hey guys guys, so here I am back again. As i have said to some of you I really wanna finish this to a better standard. Sooooo tell me what you think. :) enjoy xx
It had been two agonising weeks since Blaine had told me the gut-wrenching news, and to put it lightly, it was hard. After our long chat and my minor (ok major ) breakdown, we've been attempting to spend every minute together, never found separate until it was deemed absolutely necessary. My dad wasn't to happy with the arrangement, constantly hinting to us in his not to subtle way that some alone time would probably benefit us, prepare us for, well the inevitable. But I couldn't accept that. I wouldn't. If my time with Blaine was limited then I was going to spend every minute, of every day relishing in his company.
All in all Blaine was coping a lot better then I was. I mean don't get me wrong, we'd both been as hormonal as a teenage girls, but he hadn't complained just accepted and I think this had to do with Cooper. Before he never really had anyone other then me to confide in, and I think this definitely put a lot of strain on our relationship. But with Cooper, he was finally able to create that sibling bond I knew he secretly always craved. And not just a brother, but a nephew who Blaine was enthrilled by. You thought Blaine was just good with people? Turns out he's a natural with children had only met a couple of times, but Blaine already had Harvey putty in his hands. Speaking of the two.
"Kuwtie Kuwtie! Look what Bwane got me for my biwthday!" I glanced across the yard to see a mass of wavy curls speeding towards me on a shiny new scooter. Me and Blaine had spotted the scooter a few weeks ago and despite the high price tag it came with he insisted the little boy must have it. Harvey shared a lot of Blaine's perks, with his thick curly hair and honey tinted eyes it would be easy to mistake for Blaine's. Many a times looking at the boy had prompted me to daydream about a future with a few miniature look-a-likes of our own running around.
I plastered a huge grin on my face.
"Wow! How cool is that! " He stopped as he got close, choosing to run the rest of the way and catapult himself onto me, throwing his arms around my neck.
"Thwank you for my bowtie kurtie, Bwaine said I look like a young Burt Wenolds." His face broke out into a huge grin.
A sharp laugh erupted from across the yard and I tilted my head to find Blaine leaning dreamerly against the door frame, one foot rested behind the other and the side of his bicep perched against the wooden frame.
"Harvey buddy, it's Burt Reynolds... Reynolds!"
"Uncle Bwane!" He raced off my lap towards Blaine where he was caught around the chest and catapulted up into the air in a giggling frenzy.
"Well hey there little monster, you talking to Kurtie? " He looked over and sent a wink my way as my face tinted slightly with the corny nickname.
After finishing with throwing him in the air, he rested him onto his waist and dropped into the seat next to me.
"Yeah! I like Kurtie. He gives me biwg hugs, and his skin is really soft! " Blaine let out a soft chuckle as Harvey reached up and rubbed a hand across my face. If you had told a few months back that one day I would sit back and allow a sticky handed toddler to deminish my perfectly cleansed face, I would laugh in your face and then add an hour to my nightly routine at the sheer thought of all that grease touching my face. But here I was.
"Really? I wanna try!" Blaine faked innocence as he reached his hand over my face and starting from my brow, gently caressed the middle of his finger down my face. I let out a sigh and allowed my eyes to slowly close, leaning into his hand.
"Bwainey! Your making Kuwtie sleepy!"
My eyes snapped open, suddenly remembering the little boy squashed inbertween us. I looked up to Blaine who currently had a smirk residing on his adorable face. Oh no, I no that look. The whole 'act innocent while really I'm conjuring a horrible plan that's going to sabotage kurt ' face. Over the past few months I had become accustomed to that face occurring before being wrestled, being pushed into a pool, or a personal favorite, being tied to my bed post. ( ok, maybe that one was my idea...) Either ither, it wasn't going to end well.
He pushed his face towards Harvey's ear, curling a hand around his mouth and delicately whispering something I couldn't quite pick up. Harvey erupted with fits of giggles before sitting up straight and nodding his head in confirmation.
"Well we don't want poor kurtie falling asleep on us do we Harv's? " They both slowly started to inch closer to me.
"No Bwainey." He turned to Blaine before screaming "GEWT HIM!"
Before I could comprehend what was happening my legs were snatched from underneath me, pulling me into a laying position while my chest was crushed with a heavy weight.
"No... D- Don't" I struggled to get my command out as Harvey's hands raced around my body, tickling every bit of skin he could reach. Blaine however decided to take the unorthodox approach of shifting up my top and blowing onto my stomach.
"G-Guys please! " I yelped, waving my hands in the air, attempting to throw them off.
"We're just trying to keep you awake kurt!" Blaine provided before resuming his previous position at the centre of my stomach.
"Hey Harv's. Why don't you give kurtie a big kiss, just to make sure he's fully awake." My laughing stopped in an instant. I had witnessed said kisses before, and let's just say it ends up with a hell of a sloppy face!
"No! Don't you dare even... Don't you move any closer young man." I all but screeched.
All I could see was Harvey's face, zooming into my line of view with his tounge puckered out in front. Before I could protest my cheek was being covered in damp saliva.
"ARGH Blaine I swear to god you..."
"Now now Kurtie, better watch what ya saying we got a child here" My top was still slightly raised however Blaine had his body rested just to the side of mine, face laying on the wooden arm rest above my head.
"AHAHA! Daddy, Daddy! Guess what mwe and Bwane did to Kurtie!" He proceeded to jump off my chest, running towards the open doors with his arms above his head. With most of the guests having left the party, me and Blaine were the only two crazy enough to still be outside on this breezy January night.
I lifted my head up slightly, ready to give my best 'bitch please' to Blaine, who was now leaning on his side, with half his body covering mine and one hand drawing patterns on my still exposed torso.
"When I properly disinfect my soggy face, you are so..."
Without finishing my sentence his lips had captured mine in a sweet embrace. I drew a sharp breath in from my nose and brought my hand to the back of his neck, winding my fingers into his curls. Our mouths moved in sync as heat started to trail up our bodies.
"Kurt I- I love you so much. You no that right? " He whispered against my lips, our foreheads resting together and eyes boring into each others.
"I-I know. I love you too." I let out a shaken breath as I let my nose graze against his face. Cheek to Cheek. Chest to Chest. We lay motionless for a while, choosing to listen to the rise and fall of each others hearts. The sun was setting and a few stars had appeared, glistening in front of the dark background.
I gently pushed down at the back of his head, bringing his ear adjacent to my lips.
Softly, so not to disturb the harmony of nature around us, I whispered "I'm never letting go of you."
As the two lay, silent apart from their shallow breaths, non of them noticed the siloete of a dark head, glaring across from behind the picket fence...
They way I see it, airports are spilt into between two terminals; the happy terminal and the sad terminal. The sad terminal is where people are separated from their loved ones. A place of tears, long hugs, exchanging kisses, holding onto someone so tight because you don't want them to go ; a place where you are left to witness the back of a familiar person, getting further and further away before you have time to even shed a tear. It's the place that people slowly dawdle to because they want to spend their last precious moments together, even when separating is inevitable.
If you are the person left to say goodbye, the terminal becomes a bitter place for you. I always believed you feel sadder when someone leaving you, then if you are leaving someone. It's sad because you are being left alone with only yourself. He might have influenced your life so much, and now he's leaving you back to reality. Back to the life without the person who meant so much to you...
The terminal seemed to be packed full of people, leaving me and Blaine sat on the floor with our backs pushed up against a brick wall and our entwined hands resting on blaines legs. We knew we were still in Lima where prejudice people paraded around everywhere, and homophobic slurs were all to common, but we didn't care. Not today. Harvey was also sat beside me with his arm linked around mine and head resting on my shoulder.
"Okay boy's, I'm just gonna go and get some water and then we're going to have to think about boarding the plane ok?" He gave us a guilty look, clearly trying to hide the pain of watching his family suffer.
Suddenly Harvey climbed onto my legs and latched his arms around my shoulder, pushing his face into my neck.
"Kuwtie I don't wanna leave you. I'll miss you you to muwch and t-then who will giwve me s-soft hugs? " I could feel droplets of water trickling down my neck as his body started to convulse.
I rubbed my spare hand up and down his back, trying my best to comfort him while at the same time trying to keep my own tears at bay.
"Hey, it's alright buddy. Me, Blaine and you will Skype all the time, and I'm gonna visit as much as possible! You know what, I know for a fact that your uncle Blaine here gives the best hugs ever. I want you to promise me that if you ever feel sad, you go to uncle Blaine and ask for a massive hug. And if you ever want to talk, whatever time, you get him to call me and we'll talk all night long. ". I quickly wiped away the stray tear that had somehow escaped my hold, not wanting to upset the small boy further.
"I wuwve you Kurtie. " He cried, hiccups now shaking his body further.
"I love you to buddy." Pulling my hand out of Blaine's I circled them around the small body, pulling him as close as possible.
Non of us noticed when copper returned untill he tapped me on the shoulder, pulling the boy from my arms
"I'll give you two a minute." He said, taking the now screaming boy away to calm down.
As me and Blaine stood up I took a step back to enable a proper glance at the boy in front of funny thing was, he still looked the same as he did on the Dalton staircase. His hair was slightly longer as little curls had begun to drop down his forehead and behind his ears. His face still had that same glow and innocent glare. But most of all his eyes still had that glistening, honey coloured tint that could light up a room.
"Kurt you don't have to look at me like I'm gonna disappear, we will see each other again." He smirked but his eyes were starting to gloss over.
Leaning up towards me he pressed a compassionate kiss to my lips.
"I know" I whispered, clutching onto his hips and pulling his body closer to mine.
"Promise me you'll call, and Skype and don't..." I started, placing my brow against his as he interrupted.
"Always Kurt. Always. As long as you promise not to share strawberries with anyone else. " This sentence was enough to break every barrier, leaving tears to erupt from inside. I surged forward, crashing our lips together in a frenzy of sobs. For a few seconds our lips were moving slowly together untill I felt blaine begin to pull back. I fisted one hand in the back of his hair and the other crumpled at the back of short, trapping him against my body. I pushed harder against his mouth, trying to match the force he was giving me.
When he tried to pull away again I chased his mouth for one last kiss before I noticed that Cooper had hold of his arms, and was starting to pull him back from me.
"Kurt. I-I have to.. I love you. So much." And with that, he gave me one last chaste kiss gripping my head before walking out the terminal without my reply.
I didn't bring any one with me to the airport. I didn't want anyone there spurting some rubbish about how it was all going to be ok. That's not what the pain in my chest was indicating. I let my legs fall from beneath me as I pulled them up to Chest, dropping my head and allowing the tears to stain my face.
Snuffles :( Ima trying to update weekly :p reviews are accepted :D Much love. Xxx