Elderly!Klaine :)
The Tree in the Park
There's an old man sitting on the bench in the park. His clothes are neat and tidy. His figure is short, his belly most likely bigger than he'd like it. His gray hair is gelled flawlessly under a hat.
He's holding hands with the man sitting next to him.
The other man is slimmer and taller, his clothes expensive and his skin is most likely more wrinkled than he'd like it.
He puts his head on the shorter man's shoulder.
They keep holding hands, looking at the birds prance and flee when someone comes near. They smile at the children playing. They see the parents yelling at their kids for ruining their pants or hugging them after they've fallen down. They shift closer at the sight of couples walking by.
The sun lazily sets, and soon it's time to go. They get up with small grunts, laughing at each other for their slightly pained noises, but they don't let go of each other's hands.
They kiss before they begin walking, their hands intertwined and smiles lighting their faces.
They walk up to a tree, giggling like kids as the thinner man gets a little pocketknife out of his jacket, careful not to harm himself or the man by his side. He doesn't let go of the other man's hand when he brings the knife to the thick, brown stem of the tree and engraves something slowly.
After he's done and the knife is safely placed in his pocket, they kiss again, longer this time, soft and unhurried, before smiling with tears in their eyes and walking away.
Behind them, the tree remains, carrying a tattoo in the shape of a heart that holds within it two letters: K & B.