AN: Inspired by lyrics from "September" by Daughtry
"Kurt we're supposed to be meeting your family in twenty minutes at the front gate," I remind him, as my boyfriend, no fiancé, is pulling me toward the amphitheater of the amusement park. It hasn't been even twenty-four hours yet since Kurt had said yes to my proposal and the new label still takes me a moment to recall.
"I'll text Carole and tell her we're going to be a little late," Kurt insists.
I give in because quite frankly I'm willing to give Kurt anything that he wants that it's in my power to give. Agreeing to watch a musical piece by the park's entertainer's, even if it is a bit on the lame side, isn't a huge sacrifice in the scheme of things.
So I let Kurt lead me into the amphitheater, and down to the third row on the left hand side as you're facing the stage. The performance is soon beginning, teenagers singing and dancing as they use their talents to earn a little cash during the summer, are before us on the stage. Kurt's hand is grasped in mine, our intertwined hands laying on my leg. Looking over at him, I see a far away look on his face. It's a look that I know can't simply be because of the performance - the teens are good but not that spectacular.
"What's gotten into you?" I ask in a low voice as I lean close to him.
"Just remembering our first summer together. I'd sit right here almost every night you worked, taking a break from writing my musical, and watch you perform. Part of me still disbelieving of the fact that you said you loved me."
"I did then and I do now," I whisper, squeezing the hand I was holding as I let my eyes drift back to the stage.
Our first summer together had been magical. Remembering my own time up on this very stage, the performance took on a whole different meaning, and I was glad Kurt had drug me in here.