Be brave, my lovelies.
If you've got a good feeling about it, go for it. If not, leave ASAP. Believe that you actually can be brave, than do it, whatever your 'it' may possibly be.
There are shitty people walking on this planet, but you wouldn't imagine how many good people are hanging around, too.
This is inspired by me coming out to my wonderful teacher, as well as the song Brave by Sara Bareilles, which you seriously need to listen to, and watch its music video. Please do, I promise it'll make you smile.
And always, always be brave.
Be Brave
"Say what you wanna you say!" Blaine hops on the bench, and Kurt, still holding his hand, follows.
"And let the words fall out!" Kurt sings at him, smiling brightly, locking their fingers together; he doesn't intend to ever let go.
"Honestly-" Blaine starts.
"I wanna see you be brave!" they call out together, completely oblivious to the people that's gathered around them as they jump off the bench, position themselves- Kurt's right hand holding Blaine's left hand, Kurt's left hand on Blaine's waist and Blaine's right hand on Kurt's waist- and start moving together, seamlessly dancing to the song they're still singing.
"And since your history of silence," sings Blaine, spinning them around.
"Won't do you any good- did you think it would?" Kurt smirks, having stolen Blaine's line, and squeaks a little when Blaine dips him and lifts him back up quickly.
"Let your word be anything but empty," Blaine closes his eyes as he sings, but his movements don't waver. "Why don't you tell them the truth?" he draws out the last vowel and opens his eyes to Kurt's gorgeous smile.
"Say what you wanna say!" his voice makes Blaine shiver.
"And let the words fall out!" he counters.
"Honestly," Kurt sings and pulls back to twirl around.
"I wanna see you be brave!"
He returns to Blaine's embrace, holding tighter than before, and when he looks into his husband's eyes, he feels brave, dancing in the middle of Central park in the light rain and singing at the top of his lungs shamelessly in front of half of New York.
"With what you want to say," he says softly.
"And let the words fall out," Blaine responds just as tenderly. They're moving slower now, closer and more intimate; some of the viewers look away.
"Honestly," Kurt whispers.
"I wanna see you be brave," Blaine breathes and dips him again, leaning in and pressing their lips together, wet from the light rain and cold from the wind, absolutely perfect.