This was written on a free period I had today at school- I was sitting outside and a girl was playing the guitar. So this is a summer drabble, to be followed by a winter one, an autumn one, and a spring one.
It's basically already summer here, but to all of those who are still freezing their pants off- remember, summer will arrive eventually. And to those already sweating, this is a reminder that summer isn't half bad. And to those from Australia… it's fall, right? So like... have fun doing that.
Hope you all enjoy, and I'll see you tomorrow :)
An Empty Land
The space behind Blaine's eyelids is red, and his fingers are sweaty as he strums on his guitar. Kurt is humming softly to the made-up tune, seated with his back supported by Blaine's. He's looking at the sun through his shades; there's not a cloud to be seen.
An ant makes its way across Blaine's calf; he lets it be, ignoring the urge to scratch at the tickling feeling.
The air filling this lazy Sunday is oven-like, warm and dry. The might go to the pool later, to cool down, but for now anything chilly is barely an idea.
Kurt lays his head on Blaine's shoulder. "Let's sing something."
"What would you like?" asks Blaine.
"Mmm."
Blaine smiles, and allows his fingers to settle onto the strings of their own accord. It's only when he starts playing that he realizes what song he instinctively chose.
Kurt hums his approval and starts singing along when Blaine does.
"I walked across, an empty land…"