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To the next 500, eh?
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I Love You
They're sitting in the Lima Bean, wrapped in a delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
Blaine's eyes glisten; his smile is hopeful, carefree, happy. "I love you," he says.
Kurt nearly chokes on his coffee, and smiles a shaky, bashful smile. "I love you, too."
They're in Blaine's bed, together, tangled. It's slow; they don't need to rush. They've got the rest of the afternoon, the rest of the weekend, the rest of their lives. Endless hours to devote to loving each other, and the feeling is like a gust of strong wind; you might not see it, might not be able to hold it in your hand, but as it blows at your face, you don't dare doubting its strength.
They're in different bedrooms, different houses, different states. The phone call is made in the middle of a lonely night, and their voices are hushed. But they don't need to hear each other to understand the words whispered from each end of the line; "I love you". Three words that hold a vow and a plea, fear and content all at once.
He's not there to hear it, but it doesn't matter. "I love you," he whispers, tears wetting his pillow. His words are broken, but he knows that not for a second he'd wish them to be untrue, no matter what.
He sleeps alone for many nights- they both do.
They're back in Lima, and the sun is bright overhead. The heat is comforting, slowly sinking into their skin. The food is tasty and the music that follows it beats in their hearts. They come together again with a kiss, as if sealing a deal.
"I love you," says Kurt, only for Blaine to hear.
"I love you, too," Blaine replies.
They both know it without saying it; neither of them had ever stopped.
They're in Dalton, and music is filling the building to the brim, dancing around the air. Blaine's face is like the sun, and Kurt wants to dive into his warmth.
"Will you marry me?"
"Yes."
They don't have to speak the words; they can see it in each other's eyes.
I love you.
I love you, too.
They're in a coffeehouse and it's painful. It tears Blaine's heart out.
They're in a bar and now Kurt's heart is thrown carelessly to the ground.
They're in McKinley and Blaine's heart breaks yet again.
They're in Blaine's soon-to-be-ex apartment, and Kurt's heart is beating furiously. His calves are aching and his eyes are watering and Blaine is saying that "there's no one else", and Kurt knows he means "I love you".
When his lips break free from the kiss for a short second, he whispers back, "I love you, too."
They're in a barn and it's all so sudden, so cliché, so intimate. Nothing is perfect or like what they'd each respectfully pictured it'd be, but it's theirs and it's the happiest either of them can remember ever being.
The rings glisten as they slide onto shaking fingers, and their gazes lock; it's a scene out of a fairy tale. There aren't words, other than just those three- "I love you".
They're in their bedroom, and in the next room a baby makes her awaking state known.
Kurt kisses Blaine's forehead as is creases. "I'll go change her diaper. Keep sleeping."
Blaine smiles gratefully. This is what "I love you" means.
When Kurt comes back to bed with hands smelling of baby wipes, Blaine kisses him and makes it known that he loves him too.
They're in the living room, lit by the afternoon sun. The house is eerily quiet now, or maybe it just seems that way, and in reality it's been this quiet for a while.
"Kurt," says Blaine. "They're out the nest."
Kurt nods, thoughtful, solemn even.
Blaine nudges his shoulder, and he looks at him. God, those amber eyes never fail to make his heart shudder.
"No one's home."
Kurt nods again.
"Until next weekend when they come over for dinner."
Kurt raises his eyebrow. He has cute little wrinkles on his forehead whenever he does that. "What are you suggesting?"
They end up naked on the carpet, right there in the light of day- or, well, afternoon- and that just takes the sting out of everything.
The kids will go on and build their own lives; in the meanwhile, they can have fun.
When Kurt giggles "I love you" into Blaine's ear, it's the sound a blooming flower would make. Blaine returns an "I love you", and bites Kurt's earlobe, making him laugh.
Kurt sits on the cold stone. It's not appropriate graveyard demeanor, but in his elder years he's learnt to appreciate inappropriateness. And he knows Blaine would've laughed.
Would've.
God, it hurts. His heart aches as he strokes his dimly-glistening wedding ring. He's refused to take it off; he knows he'll take his last breath wearing it.
Like Blaine took his.
There are no tears. They've seem to run out after a certain point. They don't help. They won't bring Blaine back or send Kurt to meet him.
So he sits on his husband's grave, and looks at the sky. It's a beautiful day, really, too beautiful for the gaping black hole that Blaine's passing left in Kurt's heart.
Nevermind, it seems that the tears haven't run out yet. He breathes deeply, inhaling the scent of flowers of different sorts that's carried in the air.
Kurt kisses his ring, and then rests his palm on the gravestone. Underneath the warmth of his hands, the writing engraved reads I love you.
Kurt opens his eyes and it's nothing like he's ever imagined.
It's not white or cloud-filled. There are no angels to be seen. None but one, standing on a staircase Kurt knows very well.
"Blaine," Kurt cries and starts running. As Blaine spreads his arms, Kurt notices the weight he's become so used to feeling as he ran has lifted, and Blaine's face is no longer wrinkled.
Blaine catches him in his arms and they hold onto each other for a very long time.
"I've been looking for you forever," says Blaine, breathless, and Kurt knows he means it.
Kurt's heart is light again, and he looks into Blaine's eyes- oh, those eyes, he's missed those eyes, he's dreamt about them, would've given anything for just a glance at them again. "I love you, too."