[a/n] I finally wrote another chapter for you guys! Surprise surprise! I actually wrote a bunch of very short pieces a few days back and hopefully I can make some of those longer/add a song to them and post them.
Enjoy, and if you have a minute I would be quite happy if you left me a review.
[disclaimer] the characters & the music used in this chapter do not belong to me.
Stolen
We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced
Another sun soaked season fades to gray
You have stolen my heart.
The leaves have begun to change color. Sugar maples are morphing from summer's dull green to the brilliant gold and orange hues of fall.
Kurt and Blaine like to walk around in Kurt's neighborhood. They'll clasp their hands together—intertwining fingers and squeezing tight. They like to marvel at the brilliant colors as the fallen leaves crunch beneath their feet. Ever since they were children, fall has been both of their favorite seasons. Sometimes they'll stop, and one will lean down and pick a pretty leaf up. Kurt decides that they should keep a collection of them, press them under heavy dictionaries between tissues so that they can keep them for a long time. Blaine agrees.
So they collect leaves, and look up directions for pressing leaves online. Kurt prints them out, not wanting to do it wrong. Blaine insists that they'll be fine without them, but Kurt doesn't agree.
Then they sit in the living room of Kurt's house, separating the really pretty leaves from the just pretty leaves and then pressing them just as the directions say. Dashboard Confessional plays softly from the vinyl record playing on the gramophone in the background. Blaine wonders how Kurt managed to find a gramophone—and Dashboard Confessional on vinyl. He didn't know that was possible.
They finally finish, Kurt stacking the last National Geographic atlas on top of the pile with a sigh of relief.
Blaine has moved the coffee table off the rug and against the wall. He beckons to Kurt as the one song ends and another begins.
Kurt walks over to Blaine and allows his boyfriend to wrap his arms around his waist. Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt's lips, and Kurt relishes the warm burst of joy in his chest whenever Blaine does that.
Blaine then wraps his arms around Kurt's neck, burying his head in Kurt's neck. He breathes in deeply, just smelling him—vanilla and almond and hand lotion and strawberry shortcake. Kurt leans his head on Blaine's neck, pressing their bodies as close as they can and swaying to the slow music.
Everything's quiet besides the musical notes and the shuffling of feet, and for a moment, everything in the world seems to perfectly align.
And all the two boys can think of at that moment, that exact second in time, is that
y o u - h a v e - s t o l e n - m y - h e a r t .