Fic: miles to go [1/1]
Media: Fic
Title: miles to go
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count:
Summary: Blaine takes Kurt to see the ocean.
AN: Prompt was "beach." This fill prompted me to start something that will become a series of ficlets spanning over the entire trip. ^^
It’s the summer after senior year but it’s starting to seem more like the summer before college. They won’t be too far away from each other come September and they know they can make it work from the brief stretch when Kurt was at McKinley and Blaine was still at Dalton. But with college comes the feeling that something will change, that something has to. And while that doesn’t necessarily scare them it is a concern.
So one day in late July Blaine shows up at the Hummel-Hudson’s in cut-offs, flipflops, a tanktop and a bounce running constant through him. His grin is a bright streak across his face as he charms and convinces Burt into letting him spirit Kurt away to the Jersey shore for three-days-two-nights. And Burt isn’t exactly entirely thrilled but Kurt has been nothing but open (if a little awkward…) about their sex life and they’re doing everything right and, well, how can he say no when Kurt’s face lights up the way it does at Blaine’s announcement?
The road-trip is long but they pass it with show-tunes and Lady Gaga and Top 40s and stops at McDonalds (which Kurt sneers at until Blaine makes him laugh by ordering into the drive-thru speaker in song) and stops at roadside fruit stands (where the sight of Blaine biting into a juice-fresh apple with his sunglasses on and a bit of scruff and sun playing over his face makes Kurt wish he were an artist) and, when they’re two hours away but neither of them can drive any further from fear of passing out and running off the road, a stop at a motel. They pass out all over each other at barely-past-nine at night and sleep deep until the next morning where they kill the last bit of their trip.
After a place to stay and a fight over something to do with the keys (neither of them are really sure how that happened but they resolve it with a kiss so all is well), they’re finally padding up the rough-wood boardwalk to the shore. And Kurt can hear this rushing that he doesn’t understand so he turns to Blaine, gaping. “What is that?”
Blaine sends him an odd look and glances around, trying to figure out what Kurt is talking about. “What?”
Kurt just shrugs, waves it off and they continue on the path, dunes of sand with grassy ferns obstructing the future. And then it suddenly all breaks away and the rushing is a buzzing beat in Kurt’s skull that he can practically feel but it’s not scary or hurting just powerful and then he looks up from his hand twined with Blaine’s and he sees.
“Oh, holy hell,” he gasps out, jaw going slack. His eyes are wide and Blaine looks over at him, grinning.
There’s nothing particularly spectacular about the ocean except that there is. It’s this endless, vastness that has no entity except itself and Kurt can barely see the seam of horizon separating it from the dark, bright blue of the summer sky. He can’t stop staring at it, mesmerized by the push and pull of the waves and the froth at the peaks and the way it rushes over the coast, staining dry sand dark with wet. Little kids chase each other, shrieking and umbrellas bloom near beach chairs.
“Blaine…” he says, at a loss and Blaine just nuzzles into his neck, laughing softly.
“Now you’ve seen the ocean,” he says matter-of-factly. Pressing a kiss behind Kurt’s ear, he tugs their arms taut between them, pulling Kurt toward the few steps leading boardwalk to beach. “C’mon. If you think hearing and seeing it is a trip, wait till you feel you.”
And then Kurt is walking over hot sand, between camps set up by families, led by his boyfriend, into the Jersey ocean in his last summer before college. His eyes match the water, Blaine thinks to himself as they step in. And Kurt feels the pull of the Earth around them and the sun on his pale skin and Blaine’s calloused fingers through his and he finally exhales.
Title: miles to go
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count:
Summary: Blaine takes Kurt to see the ocean.
AN: Prompt was "beach." This fill prompted me to start something that will become a series of ficlets spanning over the entire trip. ^^
It’s the summer after senior year but it’s starting to seem more like the summer before college. They won’t be too far away from each other come September and they know they can make it work from the brief stretch when Kurt was at McKinley and Blaine was still at Dalton. But with college comes the feeling that something will change, that something has to. And while that doesn’t necessarily scare them it is a concern.
So one day in late July Blaine shows up at the Hummel-Hudson’s in cut-offs, flipflops, a tanktop and a bounce running constant through him. His grin is a bright streak across his face as he charms and convinces Burt into letting him spirit Kurt away to the Jersey shore for three-days-two-nights. And Burt isn’t exactly entirely thrilled but Kurt has been nothing but open (if a little awkward…) about their sex life and they’re doing everything right and, well, how can he say no when Kurt’s face lights up the way it does at Blaine’s announcement?
The road-trip is long but they pass it with show-tunes and Lady Gaga and Top 40s and stops at McDonalds (which Kurt sneers at until Blaine makes him laugh by ordering into the drive-thru speaker in song) and stops at roadside fruit stands (where the sight of Blaine biting into a juice-fresh apple with his sunglasses on and a bit of scruff and sun playing over his face makes Kurt wish he were an artist) and, when they’re two hours away but neither of them can drive any further from fear of passing out and running off the road, a stop at a motel. They pass out all over each other at barely-past-nine at night and sleep deep until the next morning where they kill the last bit of their trip.
After a place to stay and a fight over something to do with the keys (neither of them are really sure how that happened but they resolve it with a kiss so all is well), they’re finally padding up the rough-wood boardwalk to the shore. And Kurt can hear this rushing that he doesn’t understand so he turns to Blaine, gaping. “What is that?”
Blaine sends him an odd look and glances around, trying to figure out what Kurt is talking about. “What?”
Kurt just shrugs, waves it off and they continue on the path, dunes of sand with grassy ferns obstructing the future. And then it suddenly all breaks away and the rushing is a buzzing beat in Kurt’s skull that he can practically feel but it’s not scary or hurting just powerful and then he looks up from his hand twined with Blaine’s and he sees.
“Oh, holy hell,” he gasps out, jaw going slack. His eyes are wide and Blaine looks over at him, grinning.
There’s nothing particularly spectacular about the ocean except that there is. It’s this endless, vastness that has no entity except itself and Kurt can barely see the seam of horizon separating it from the dark, bright blue of the summer sky. He can’t stop staring at it, mesmerized by the push and pull of the waves and the froth at the peaks and the way it rushes over the coast, staining dry sand dark with wet. Little kids chase each other, shrieking and umbrellas bloom near beach chairs.
“Blaine…” he says, at a loss and Blaine just nuzzles into his neck, laughing softly.
“Now you’ve seen the ocean,” he says matter-of-factly. Pressing a kiss behind Kurt’s ear, he tugs their arms taut between them, pulling Kurt toward the few steps leading boardwalk to beach. “C’mon. If you think hearing and seeing it is a trip, wait till you feel you.”
And then Kurt is walking over hot sand, between camps set up by families, led by his boyfriend, into the Jersey ocean in his last summer before college. His eyes match the water, Blaine thinks to himself as they step in. And Kurt feels the pull of the Earth around them and the sun on his pale skin and Blaine’s calloused fingers through his and he finally exhales.