We were born and raised in a summer haze bound by the surprise of our glory days.
Blaine sat with his computer open on his lap, looking over his Facebook. A friend request popped up and he clicked on it. It was from an ex-boyfriend he'd had at Dalton. They had only dated only a few weeks, but it was a pretty passionate fling. Blaine flipped through the pictures that he had posted to his profile. According to his Facebook, he was now residing somewhere near Las Vegas, working in a show there. He had bulked up quite a bit and had a killer body and a nice, warm, sun tan. Blaine sighed, thinking of the sweet things he would always say to him, how he liked his hair gelled back, and that he thought that no one should compete for solos in the Warblers, because Blaine was the most talented. The sound of the door opening snapped Blaine out of his daze.
"Hey!" Kurt said. He had two large grocery bags in his arms. "I got stuff so we could make dinner tonight. I'm craving pizza," he said.
Blaine nodded, still thinking about his now-strikingly beautiful ex-boyfriend.
"What's up?" Kurt asked.
Blaine studied Kurt: he now had bulging arm muscles, thanks to his new workout regime, and he was somewhat out of breath from going up the stairs with arms full of heavy groceries. He looked perfect.
"Oh, nothing's up. Do you want help with the groceries?" Blaine asked.
"Sure, that would be great," Kurt replied.
With that, Blaine shut his computer, leaving all thoughts of his ex-boyfriend there.