Disclaimer: obviously, The Road Not Taken is not my poem, and all rights go to the amazing Robert Frost.
My lovely friend, rainismyparadise on tumblr, helped me beta this drabble :)
Two Roads
"Hey, Kurt, come here!" called Blaine from Lily's room.
Kurt found him leaning against her desk, a textbook in his hands. "Yes?"
"Look!" Blaine shoved the book into his hands enthusiastically. "She's studying The Road Not Taken this year!"
Kurt smiled at the printed words, and handed the book to Blaine. "You know I've never actually read that poem?"
"Really?" Blaine sounded shocked. "It's a classic! You've gotta read it! Wait, no, let me read it to you!" He grinned so earnestly that Kurt had to say yes.
"Of course, honey."
Blaine beamed at him. "Okay, okay." He cleared his throat, and began speaking with a deep voice and a hypnotizing rhythm.
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
When he was done, Kurt looked at him in the roaring silence, stunned. "Wow."
He grinned. "I know! Don't you love it? It's probably my favorite poem of his."
"You're so cute when you're excited," Kurt muttered, leaning in to kiss him.
Just then Lily walked in, and groaned. "Will you two please stop making out in my room? It's great that you love each other and all that, but it's, like, my room. Jeez," she rolled her eyes, a hand on her hip, and she looked so much like Kurt that both of them burst out laughing. She shot them a dirty look, the kind of look a young girl really shouldn't be giving to her dads but they never say anything because it's too funny, and Blaine put the book down on the desk as they ran outside quickly.
She shut the door behind them, and called out, "I going to call Jamie," she said, in lieu of do not disturb. "Tell me when there's dinner!"