fic: grey weather (just tell me i'm right)
Media: Fic
Title: Grey Weather (Just tell me I’m right)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Aired episodes.
Warnings: Mentions of death.
Word Count: 955
Summary: Two people under a large umbrella walk towards the graveyard. This year Kurt is not alone on his mother’s birthday. And it doesn’t feel... so bad.
Notes: Title is taken from Grey Weather by Gregory and the Hawk, and is also the theme for this drabble. Enjoy!
October is not kind on Ohio, and two people hang on tightly to a black umbrella hoping the fierce wind will not take it from them. Yellow and orange leaves are crushed beneath two sets of shoes. One set of shoes are just regular, white converse darkened by water and dirt. The other set of shoes are heavy boots with heels designed to crush anything and everything.
Their arms are clasped tightly, tigher than their hold of the large umbrella. If they could, looks and words would be exchanged, but there is no time nor place for that right now. The two of them are too busy blinking away the rain, keeping track of their way and holding on to their respective belongings. Even the wind is strong enough to steal all words.
After such a long time, they walked through the black gates, which were covered with rust and drops of rain. The taller of the two lead the way, one hand on his boyfriend and the second on the umbrella as he all but raced to the far side of the graveyard. Not that there was any rush. He was just in a hurry to get there.
In the lee of a large tree, they took shelter and it was quiet enough to speak. The shorter boy didn’t know what to say yet, and the other made himself busy looking through his bag. Soon his arms were full with carefully wrapped flowers and two white lanterns.
”Do you want me to help?” Blaine asked, hesitant. He didn’t know whether his boyfriend prefered to do this on his own. Maybe he did. Every time he visited, he was alone, except for now.
”Yes. Please unwrap these.” Kurt replied, handing him a bouquet of red carnations, before continuing to look for a lighter. When they touched, Kurt lingered. Only for a brief second, but he did and suddenly Blaine wasn’t so very nervous or scared about this. The graveyard. A mother’s grave. This day. He reminded himself of he often confused what situations demanded fear and which demanded respect.
The rain washed over their umbrella and his doubts.
”Okay, could you grab the umbrella and hand me those?”
Blaine obliged, stacking the flowers into Kurt’s already overflowing arms and grasped the umbrella with both hands, directing the bulk towards the howling wind as they stepped out of the lee.
”Maybe it was a bad day to bring you here for a visit. It doesn’t usually rain like this.” Kurt murmured after failing to light the lanterns several times.
”No, it’s okay. I was surprised, too, but, um, at least you came prepared.” Blaine said, wincing at how awkward he sounded and bent down, shielding the lanterns from the wind. Shortly after, the lighter spluttered to life and the resting place of a loving wife, sister and mother, loved by many, missed by all, became a little brighter.
”You thought I didn’t want you to come here?” Kurt said, blinking in his direction.
Blaine pushed the umbrella closer to his body and felt the vibrations travel from the top to his fingertips. ”No, I meant I was surprised at the weather.” He waited a beat before continuing. ”I was surprised you asked me to come here too, though.”
”Dad doesn’t like to come out on her birthday. I can understand that, but she always celebrated her birthdays, or at least the ones I can remember, in the park, so I think that I should at least be outside.” Kurt looks away, fixing his gaze on the grey clouds. ”I kind of figured out now that we went to the park mostly because I wanted to and not because she enjoyed it, but still. I don’t know. It feels strange to sit at home today like any other day.”
Blaine didn’t know what to say to that. He had his mother and his father still. This was nothing he knew anything about. Biting his lip, he stared at the ground and felt vaguely uncomfortable.
Kurt sighed, tugged at his elbow and locked their bodies together. ”You don’t have to be nervous. This place or this day isn’t sacred to me. It just means a lot. And I would like it if you would be here with me like you always are.”
The shorter boy relaxed and leaned into Kurt.
After a flash and a thunder, the moment was cut short. Quicker than either of them could comprehend, the umbrella had turned inside out in the most comical of ways by the wind, and one only needed to look once to realise all but one of the wires had been pulled loose.
The rain poured down on the two of them and within seconds, the water was everywhere.
”Do you want to, or should we, I mean, it’s not so bad, is it?” Blaine managed to get out, tasting the drops of rain on his lips with each word.
”I want to stay a little while. At least I have decent shoes.”
”I agree.”
This was the first time Blaine had ever seen Kurt calm about getting caught in the rain. His hair was dripping and the hairspray must have been stinging something awful, but he looked very serene about it all.
”Here.”
Blaine unwrapped his scarf from around his neck and tied it around the taller boy’s head. It probably wasn’t enough to keep the water out for more than five minutes, and it looked fairly funny, but the corners of Kurt’s mouth twitched nonetheless. ”Now you look fabulous, rain or no rain.”
”I’d like to think I do, scarf or no scarf.”
”Of course.”
They sat down next to each other, and left several hours later.
Title: Grey Weather (Just tell me I’m right)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Aired episodes.
Warnings: Mentions of death.
Word Count: 955
Summary: Two people under a large umbrella walk towards the graveyard. This year Kurt is not alone on his mother’s birthday. And it doesn’t feel... so bad.
Notes: Title is taken from Grey Weather by Gregory and the Hawk, and is also the theme for this drabble. Enjoy!
October is not kind on Ohio, and two people hang on tightly to a black umbrella hoping the fierce wind will not take it from them. Yellow and orange leaves are crushed beneath two sets of shoes. One set of shoes are just regular, white converse darkened by water and dirt. The other set of shoes are heavy boots with heels designed to crush anything and everything.
Their arms are clasped tightly, tigher than their hold of the large umbrella. If they could, looks and words would be exchanged, but there is no time nor place for that right now. The two of them are too busy blinking away the rain, keeping track of their way and holding on to their respective belongings. Even the wind is strong enough to steal all words.
After such a long time, they walked through the black gates, which were covered with rust and drops of rain. The taller of the two lead the way, one hand on his boyfriend and the second on the umbrella as he all but raced to the far side of the graveyard. Not that there was any rush. He was just in a hurry to get there.
In the lee of a large tree, they took shelter and it was quiet enough to speak. The shorter boy didn’t know what to say yet, and the other made himself busy looking through his bag. Soon his arms were full with carefully wrapped flowers and two white lanterns.
”Do you want me to help?” Blaine asked, hesitant. He didn’t know whether his boyfriend prefered to do this on his own. Maybe he did. Every time he visited, he was alone, except for now.
”Yes. Please unwrap these.” Kurt replied, handing him a bouquet of red carnations, before continuing to look for a lighter. When they touched, Kurt lingered. Only for a brief second, but he did and suddenly Blaine wasn’t so very nervous or scared about this. The graveyard. A mother’s grave. This day. He reminded himself of he often confused what situations demanded fear and which demanded respect.
The rain washed over their umbrella and his doubts.
”Okay, could you grab the umbrella and hand me those?”
Blaine obliged, stacking the flowers into Kurt’s already overflowing arms and grasped the umbrella with both hands, directing the bulk towards the howling wind as they stepped out of the lee.
”Maybe it was a bad day to bring you here for a visit. It doesn’t usually rain like this.” Kurt murmured after failing to light the lanterns several times.
”No, it’s okay. I was surprised, too, but, um, at least you came prepared.” Blaine said, wincing at how awkward he sounded and bent down, shielding the lanterns from the wind. Shortly after, the lighter spluttered to life and the resting place of a loving wife, sister and mother, loved by many, missed by all, became a little brighter.
”You thought I didn’t want you to come here?” Kurt said, blinking in his direction.
Blaine pushed the umbrella closer to his body and felt the vibrations travel from the top to his fingertips. ”No, I meant I was surprised at the weather.” He waited a beat before continuing. ”I was surprised you asked me to come here too, though.”
”Dad doesn’t like to come out on her birthday. I can understand that, but she always celebrated her birthdays, or at least the ones I can remember, in the park, so I think that I should at least be outside.” Kurt looks away, fixing his gaze on the grey clouds. ”I kind of figured out now that we went to the park mostly because I wanted to and not because she enjoyed it, but still. I don’t know. It feels strange to sit at home today like any other day.”
Blaine didn’t know what to say to that. He had his mother and his father still. This was nothing he knew anything about. Biting his lip, he stared at the ground and felt vaguely uncomfortable.
Kurt sighed, tugged at his elbow and locked their bodies together. ”You don’t have to be nervous. This place or this day isn’t sacred to me. It just means a lot. And I would like it if you would be here with me like you always are.”
The shorter boy relaxed and leaned into Kurt.
After a flash and a thunder, the moment was cut short. Quicker than either of them could comprehend, the umbrella had turned inside out in the most comical of ways by the wind, and one only needed to look once to realise all but one of the wires had been pulled loose.
The rain poured down on the two of them and within seconds, the water was everywhere.
”Do you want to, or should we, I mean, it’s not so bad, is it?” Blaine managed to get out, tasting the drops of rain on his lips with each word.
”I want to stay a little while. At least I have decent shoes.”
”I agree.”
This was the first time Blaine had ever seen Kurt calm about getting caught in the rain. His hair was dripping and the hairspray must have been stinging something awful, but he looked very serene about it all.
”Here.”
Blaine unwrapped his scarf from around his neck and tied it around the taller boy’s head. It probably wasn’t enough to keep the water out for more than five minutes, and it looked fairly funny, but the corners of Kurt’s mouth twitched nonetheless. ”Now you look fabulous, rain or no rain.”
”I’d like to think I do, scarf or no scarf.”
”Of course.”
They sat down next to each other, and left several hours later.