Will The Daylight Be Kind?
Title: Will The Daylight Be Kind?
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Kurt, minimal Klaine/Blaine.
Rating: G
Word count: 806
Warning: Angst
Notes: So basically what happens is that I swear off of forcing myself to write and I suddenly whip out 800+ words. Go me. I imagine this being some future fic, but interpret it however the hell you want.
Spoilers: None.
The morning sun shone through the slats of the white window shade that covered the glass. It was in just the wrong spot and shone onto Kurt’s closed eyes, rousing him from sleep. He wrinkled his nose and squeezed his eyelids shut further, cursing the fact that he was such a light sleeper.
The second his brain started functioning again, memories from the night before flooded his brain.
“YOU’RE DELUSIONAL!!” Kurt screamed. “YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY CRAZY!”
“I don’t think it’s crazy to want to make sure that your boyfriend is still YOURS!!”
He let out a frustrated groan, punching the pillow under his head and then sat up. He sighed, running a hand through his soft, chestnut-colored hair. He took an odd comfort in the familiarity of the room. The clothes in the corner, the beer bottle that had probably been on the bedside table since Julius Ceasar had died, and… the boy lying face down in the pillow next to him.
“OH MY GOD, IT WAS A HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH! LET IT GO!!”
“YOU DON’T SEE HOW HE FREAKING LOOKS AT YOU!!”
Kurt rubbed his temples. He gave up. He was done fighting this fight again. “Okay, you know what? Just, forget it. I’m going for a drive.”
“Fine.” Then the both of them had stormed out in different directions.
He swung his legs out of the bed and stretched his arms. He released a deep breath and looked over his shoulder again. He watched the boy’s body lift up and down as he breathed. Kurt smiled, reaching over and ruffling up his hair. He didn’t even move, causing Kurt’s smile to broaden. He’d always been a heavy sleeper.
Kurt sighed, turning back to the wall. After that fight last night, he had honestly thought this would be the last place he’d be. But somehow, he always ended up back here.
Kurt liked to go to the park and sit on the swings when he was upset. Especially if it was at night and no one was there. There was something relaxing about flipping back and looking up at the stars as the swing moved through the air.
“Kurt?”
The brunette sat up and dragged his Alexander McQueen boots against the pebbles under him to stop the swing.
“Hey.”
Kurt had to go. He knew that. His boyfriend was at home waiting him, probably wondering where he was. He was probably pacing the floor, worried sick because Kurt hadn’t come home yet.
He stood up and stretched again. He stripped off the oversized sweats and changed back into the clothes he’d worn the day before, then he looked back at the man who still lay in bed. The one he’d been in love with when he was a teenager. The one that he had never been able to be with. He had never been able to find out what kissing him would be like.
He forced himself to shake the thought out of his head, and then walked out of the bedroom.
“What’re you doing here?” He sat next to Kurt, his shining eyes showing that he was worried about his good friend.
“Thinking,” the brunette sighed, leaning his head against the chain that held up the swing. “We got into another fight.”
“Over what this time?”
You.
“I don’t even know,” Kurt sighed. “Something stupid. Like the color of the sky.”
“You guys are fighting a lot these days.”
“Tell me about it,” he grumbled.
“C’mon.” He stood up, holding his hand out to Kurt. “Come stay the night at my house.”
Kurt looked back at the open bedroom door. The boy in there was his best friend. The person he went to when he was upset. He seemed to have a sixth sense for knowing when Kurt was upset, and he was always there for a shoulder to cry into.
But there was something in his heart that wondered how easily he could be more. Something in his heart that was tugging him to stay. Something that wanted him to go into that room and kiss the boy awake.
“Thank you for rescuing me,” Kurt said, as he climbed into the large bed. He wore borrowed pajamas that were a little too big on him, and not at all flattering, but they were comfortable.
“Any time.” He smiled and ducked his head a little, as he got in the right side of the bed.
“Goodnight.”
“‘Night.”
Kurt took a deep breath and sighed. He placed a hand on the doorknob of the front door.If I’m not supposed to leave, he’ll come out and stop me before I get to three. Then I’ll stay. I won’t go back to Blaine.
“One…two…”
Sam had obviously - and incorrectly - thought Kurt had fallen asleep. Kurt only barely heard the words whispered into the air.
“I love you.”
“Three.”
Pairings/Characters: Sam/Kurt, minimal Klaine/Blaine.
Rating: G
Word count: 806
Warning: Angst
Notes: So basically what happens is that I swear off of forcing myself to write and I suddenly whip out 800+ words. Go me. I imagine this being some future fic, but interpret it however the hell you want.
Spoilers: None.
The morning sun shone through the slats of the white window shade that covered the glass. It was in just the wrong spot and shone onto Kurt’s closed eyes, rousing him from sleep. He wrinkled his nose and squeezed his eyelids shut further, cursing the fact that he was such a light sleeper.
The second his brain started functioning again, memories from the night before flooded his brain.
“YOU’RE DELUSIONAL!!” Kurt screamed. “YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY CRAZY!”
“I don’t think it’s crazy to want to make sure that your boyfriend is still YOURS!!”
He let out a frustrated groan, punching the pillow under his head and then sat up. He sighed, running a hand through his soft, chestnut-colored hair. He took an odd comfort in the familiarity of the room. The clothes in the corner, the beer bottle that had probably been on the bedside table since Julius Ceasar had died, and… the boy lying face down in the pillow next to him.
“OH MY GOD, IT WAS A HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH! LET IT GO!!”
“YOU DON’T SEE HOW HE FREAKING LOOKS AT YOU!!”
Kurt rubbed his temples. He gave up. He was done fighting this fight again. “Okay, you know what? Just, forget it. I’m going for a drive.”
“Fine.” Then the both of them had stormed out in different directions.
He swung his legs out of the bed and stretched his arms. He released a deep breath and looked over his shoulder again. He watched the boy’s body lift up and down as he breathed. Kurt smiled, reaching over and ruffling up his hair. He didn’t even move, causing Kurt’s smile to broaden. He’d always been a heavy sleeper.
Kurt sighed, turning back to the wall. After that fight last night, he had honestly thought this would be the last place he’d be. But somehow, he always ended up back here.
Kurt liked to go to the park and sit on the swings when he was upset. Especially if it was at night and no one was there. There was something relaxing about flipping back and looking up at the stars as the swing moved through the air.
“Kurt?”
The brunette sat up and dragged his Alexander McQueen boots against the pebbles under him to stop the swing.
“Hey.”
Kurt had to go. He knew that. His boyfriend was at home waiting him, probably wondering where he was. He was probably pacing the floor, worried sick because Kurt hadn’t come home yet.
He stood up and stretched again. He stripped off the oversized sweats and changed back into the clothes he’d worn the day before, then he looked back at the man who still lay in bed. The one he’d been in love with when he was a teenager. The one that he had never been able to be with. He had never been able to find out what kissing him would be like.
He forced himself to shake the thought out of his head, and then walked out of the bedroom.
“What’re you doing here?” He sat next to Kurt, his shining eyes showing that he was worried about his good friend.
“Thinking,” the brunette sighed, leaning his head against the chain that held up the swing. “We got into another fight.”
“Over what this time?”
You.
“I don’t even know,” Kurt sighed. “Something stupid. Like the color of the sky.”
“You guys are fighting a lot these days.”
“Tell me about it,” he grumbled.
“C’mon.” He stood up, holding his hand out to Kurt. “Come stay the night at my house.”
Kurt looked back at the open bedroom door. The boy in there was his best friend. The person he went to when he was upset. He seemed to have a sixth sense for knowing when Kurt was upset, and he was always there for a shoulder to cry into.
But there was something in his heart that wondered how easily he could be more. Something in his heart that was tugging him to stay. Something that wanted him to go into that room and kiss the boy awake.
“Thank you for rescuing me,” Kurt said, as he climbed into the large bed. He wore borrowed pajamas that were a little too big on him, and not at all flattering, but they were comfortable.
“Any time.” He smiled and ducked his head a little, as he got in the right side of the bed.
“Goodnight.”
“‘Night.”
Kurt took a deep breath and sighed. He placed a hand on the doorknob of the front door.If I’m not supposed to leave, he’ll come out and stop me before I get to three. Then I’ll stay. I won’t go back to Blaine.
“One…two…”
Sam had obviously - and incorrectly - thought Kurt had fallen asleep. Kurt only barely heard the words whispered into the air.
“I love you.”
“Three.”