I don't own anything. Just the storyline.
Blaines POV
Once I was sure Kurt was asleep I walked up the stairs and laid down next to him but with as much space as I could between us. Of course I didn't sleep but it was soothing to close my eyes and listen to Kurt's heartbeat. That may sound creepy but other than eating brains, it seemed the best way to pretend to sleep. But with all that spare time all I could do was imagine if Kurt and me had met under different circumstances. At a coffee shop perhaps. I could learn his coffee order and work my way into his life and into his heart. There is no question about if he would have made his way into mine because I'm sure that if I were capable I would already love him after such a short time. He makes me so happy, well as happy as I can be. But I wonder if I would have been good enough for Kurt, he deserves the best and I know that that's not me. I'm too damaged. Even before I was turned. Anyway I have more pressing matters to think about.
Today's the day. The day that I promised to take Kurt home. It's selfish of me to want to keep him here. I know that. But I don't feel so alone now, yes there are hundreds of zombies around, but all they are interested in is getting their next meal. I'm not saying that getting my next meal is not on my mind, because it is. All I'm saying is that I feel guilty when I take an innocent persons life, they don't. So its difficult to have a conversation with them, that, and all we can do is groan at each other. At least with Kurt and me he can talk and I can chip in to make a sort of conversation. The life of a zombie is incredibly lonely. I suppose that's another reason we turn into bonies; we give up hope on life.
But I can't drag Kurt into this life, I've already brutally murdered and eaten his boyfriend, I can't keep him from his dad as well. When Kurt wakes up I'll take him back to the wall.
About 3 hours later I see Kurt's eyes flicker open and take in the surroundings. He's so beautiful, his hair is a mess, and he's wearing an off white top that I found in my great collection of stuff that's way too big for him and comes down to his mid thigh, with tight black briefs. I'm ashamed to say that when I see his long, slender, creamy legs I feel that strange feeling in my chest, almost as if my body is trying to find the blood that I don't have to send it south, that's one of the only bodily functions that I'm glad doesn't work, as it would be awkward if I popped and boner for someone who I'm supposed to think of as food.
His eyes flicker over to me. "Hey." He says his voice thick with sleep.
"Hi." I say with a smile.
"What are you doing up here?' he asks, but not unkindly. I just shrug, because to be honest I think if I manages to tell him he'd think I'm a creep, well more of a creep. "I can go home today cant I?" he asks when he doesn't get an answer, I nod. "Cool." He says simply.
"U. K?" I attempt to ask.
"Yeah I'm okay… It's just I've come to really like being in your company." My face lights up, but he looks at the ceiling. "I know that sounds stupid, I mean he can I enjoy being in the company of someone who eats my kind to stay alive? It seems a bit stupid. And if my dad heard me right now he would have a heart attack." I don't know what to say to that so I scoot over to him and hold my arms out in question. He looks at them then moves so that he is laying with his head on my chest and a leg in-between mine. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze slightly.
"Do ever imagine what would have happened if the apocalypse hadn't happened and we met when we were both human?" he asks in a small voice.
"Y-yes." I reply.
"I can imagine us meeting, I don't know how, maybe through glee or something. But I imagine you being a gentleman that makes my heart skip a beat every time you look me in the eyes when we sit across from each other on dates. I imagine us getting together quickly because it's obvious to us that we are soul mates or something equally cheesy. I imagine you giving me a big speech about how much I mean to you then us kissing and not stopping until our lips are too tired. I imagine falling in love with you.
"I imagine us snuggling together whilst watching a film and us falling asleep in each other's arms. I imagine how my dad would threaten to bring the shotgun out if you hurt me, and telling us to leave my bedroom door open…. I-I imagine our first time, it would be romantic, but spontaneous. You'd be so gentle and caring and loving that I wouldn't want it to end.
"I imagine us moving to New York together and getting an apartment that is small and not very nice. I imagine us going out to see Broadway shows, and visiting all the famous monuments together. I imagine us getting our dream jobs. I imagine us getting engaged when we finish collage, and having a big legal wedding with all of our loved ones there. I imagine us going on a two-week honeymoon to an exotic place where we decide that we want to start a family.
"I imagine us buying a big house on suburbs with a big garden. I imagine us adopting children and seeing them grow up and marry and have children of their own. And I imagine dying together after a long life together. But I suppose I've been reading too many romance novels and been watching too many films. Real life isn't like that."
By the time he's finished I'm sure that if I could cry I'd be crying right now. And that feeling in my chest is stronger than ever. He just describes everything I could ever want with him. I just wish it were possible and not just some dream. I lean my head down and kiss his hair as I hear him begin to cry softly about what we cannot have.
"But I suppose I imagine the bad stuff as well" he continues once his crying stops. "I imagine us having our first big argument over something stupid. I imagine us struggling to get through the month because we treated ourselves to something big at the beginning of the month. I imagine me getting jealous when you talk to another guy, even though you are just friends.
"I imagine you leaving your washing and towel on the floor when you have a shower, and me shouting at you for it. I imagine us having complete different views on how we should decorate our house. I imagine us getting annoyed about how much we both work and not have any time together. I imagine me getting over obsessed with the wedding and ignoring everything you suggest. I just wish I could have the good and the bad with you."
Kurt's POV
Shit. I said that all out loud. I need to get out of here before I say something else stupid. I can feel myself losing it. "I-I need to be alone. I have to go. Please, don't follow me." I run down the steps and off of the bus without looking back. Its only when I'm outside that I realize that I'm not fully clothed, but I cant face B again so I keep walking. I walk in the opposite direction to the entrance to the bus depot, trying to stay clear of zombies.
I keep walking until I reach a car park where people park so that they can ride in to town without the traffic. I enter the car park and am pleased to see that there are a lot of cars and no zombies. I walk around trying doors until I find one that is unlocked and has the key in the ignition. My only thoughts are that the owner of the vehicle must have been turned before they had the chance to leave the car, and as it's a convertible it would have been easy to grab the driver, which would explain the blood on the seat anyway.
I get in and turn the engine on to see that there is just under a full tank of fuel. I back out of the parking space and exit the parking space as I go back the way I came I see B standing outside the bus looking hurt that I left so abruptly. I pull over beside him. "Get in. I'm not sitting around for the rest of my life feeling sorry for myself." He looks at me hesitantly but gets in anyway. As soon as he is seated I speed off down the road, the wind blowing through my hair. When the speedometer reaches 100 mph I look over and see B gripping the seat so tightly that his knuckles are straining through his skin. "Are you scared?" I laugh out.
He just looks at me as if to say 'Well, duh, you're crazy! Slow down!'
"Well its not like you can die. Is it?" B stays silent, just staring out of the windshield.
We drive for about an hour before a heavy storm starts and I realize the roof doesn't work so to stop us from getting too wet I pull into a residential street and park outside the nicest looking house. It's a big detached house with 2 floors, a double garage, a large lawn, and steel gates at the front that are open. It is obvious that the house was vacated a while ago because the lawn is overgrown and mainly weeds. We get out of the car and sprint up the steps to the entrance, after trying the door handle I see that it is locked "We'll have to try somewhere else." I say as I turn back around, but as I turn I hear a large bang and turn around to see that B has barged into the house. "Or we could just do that."
As you walk in there is a grand foyer that has two stair cases that start on the left and the right and join at the top, where they lead onto a balcony and arches that lead to rooms. On the ground floor in between the stairs through a large grand archway is a large kitchen that is the length of the house and leads onto the garden. To the left of the entrance is the sitting room with floor the ceiling windows and a large fireplace. To the right is a study and steps leading to the basement. The whole ground floor is decorated in white with occasional splashes of colour.
"Well this is…grand." I say shocked. As we don't have many resources at home our small semi-detached house is looking run down and not nearly as nice as this place. You would have thought with my dad being the acting President of living Ohio we would have a nice house, but everyone is suffering together so that's not a possibility. "I wonder if they have any food." I think out loud heading to the kitchen. Rummaging through the cupboards I find tinned food that thankfully is still in date. I take a few cans of food and drink and the can opener to the living room where I find B sitting stiffly on one of the sofas. I shrug and sit down on the same sofa and eat my uncooked food.
After a very long uncomfortable silence I get up and look around the room. It seems the old owners were into old-fashioned devices such as a typewriter, camera, and a rotary phone. Picking up the camera I quickly turn around and take a picture of B. When the flash goes off he jumps out of his skin, and the picture that comes out is comical.
"You know, before my mum died she always said that you should capture every significant moment in your life so that when you are old and grey you can look back at these old memories and remember the good times. I used to think it was stupid. I mean why would you want to document stuff that in a few years you wouldn't care about. But…when she died I realized that the pictures weren't just for your sake when you get old. But for your loved ones as well. That way they can remember the good times that they shared with you.
"I have a picture in a frame on my bedside table, I never used to care for it, but about a week after she died I stumbled across it and now it is my most treasured item. It even comes before my designer clothes and they mean a lot to me, trust me. But in the picture I'm about 7 and my mum is about 26 it was taken on new years, we went to a big firework display in my neighborhood, and in the picture I'm looking to the sky at all of the colors with such wonder in my eyes. At the time I was so entranced that I didn't realize that my mum wasn't looking up to the sky but down at me where I stood wrapped in her arms. The amount of love that is in her eyes. God. I didn't even know people could love that much. Well until now that is…"
"K-ku-" he starts but I cut him off.
"Here. Take a picture of me so you can remember me." He takes the camera and quickly takes a photograph. Once the picture develops he just stares at it almost like I was when I was looking at the fireworks all of those years ago. I clear my throat but he doesn't look up. "Urmm…I'm just going to find a room with semi decent sheets. Do you mind being in the room with me…I know you don't sleep but I don't really want to be alone because its quite creepy…and-" he cuts me off by putting a finger to my lips and nodding slowly. "Thank you."
We go upstairs and after looking through 3 rooms I find one that isn't too bad. It has a large double bed in the middle of the room a large wardrobe, dressing table, chest of drawers, and a door leading to an en suite. Much like the rest of the house it is decorated plainly with splashes of red. I go over to the wardrobe and draws to find some clothes as I left mine on the bus. I find jeans that are slightly too big and a few shirts that are also too big. "Well, these will have to do." I say to myself. I put the clothes at the end of the bed then get in. I look over on the floor to see B lying on the ground.
"You know, you could always come and sleep in this big bed, there is room for two after all." He stands up slowly then slips into the sheets. "I don't know about you but my clothes are soaked." I say as I strip down to my boxers. When I lay back down I see B start to strip down also. "Brrrrr…Its chilly in here." I scoot over to lay my head on his chest and slip and leg in between his, with an arm draped across his middle. "Much better." As I drift off I feel him wrap his arms around me and kiss my head softly, much like he did this morning.