Day 2: Take My Breath Away (Queen)
Kurt wended his way through the backstage maze, greeting a couple of stagehands as they headed out for the night. He loved the hustle and bustle of a theater before a performance, but had a special place in his heart for times like this when it was quiet and empty. He thought about clichés he'd heard about the spirit of the theater or feeling the theater breathe – they kind of made sense in this moment.
He wasn't entirely alone in the building, however, and the object of his search finally came into view. He paused at the edge of the curtain, watching Blaine as he stepped lightly across the boards. He recognized bits and pieces of choreography from the opening number, and could just barely hear Blaine humming the tune under his breath.
After one particular jump/spin move, a memory flashed into Kurt's mind. He recalled another stage, with a young man in a striped shirt twirling in the air after a performance. He was struck by how much the boy had changed, and yet how much he was still the same.
Deciding to finally make his presence known, Kurt walked out from behind the curtain, letting the hard soles of his boots clap against the wooden floor. Blaine looked up, waved, and continued with one more step sequence as Kurt approached.
"This takes me back," Kurt said, laying a hand lightly on Blaine's arm and kissing his cheek when he'd stopped dancing.
Blaine laughed quietly, understanding the reference immediately. "I guess some things never change, huh? Fifteen years later and I'm still messing up this move."
"Oh, stop it," Kurt chided, tapping his arm playfully. "You have this down pat now, just like you did then. You don't need to be worried. You're going to be great tomorrow night."
"Thanks, Kurt. I guess I've got a bit of opening night jitters," Blaine admitted.
Kurt stepped in and draped his arms around Blaine's neck the same way he had done all those years ago. He smiled when Blaine's arms instinctively wrapped around him. They kissed lightly, resting their foreheads together when they parted. "You still take my breath away," Kurt murmured, a little breathlessly if he was being honest.
They stood there for a couple of minutes, holding one another and remembering that night so many years ago. The odds hadn't been in their favor, in so many ways, but here they were, still together and stronger than ever.
Blaine pulled back first, gliding his hands along Kurt's arms and taking his hands. "We should probably get going," he said reluctantly.
Kurt nodded in agreement, but stepped closer, his hands still clasped with Blaine's and their chests faintly touching. "I wanna go to your house," he whispered, echoing that pivotal moment in their relationship. It might have come off as cheesy or humorous if the look in his eyes hadn't been one of pure love and endless devotion.
Blaine bit his lip, holding back the tear that suddenly threatened to fall due to the rush of unexpected emotion. "Our house," he corrected.
Kurt smiled softly and nodded. "Yeah, our house."
The two walked slowly off the stage, arms and hearts entwined.
A/N: Every time I tried to flesh this out more, it felt like it took away from the story somehow, so I kept it simple.