Countdown
Title: Countdown (Part One)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: January through March 2015. Kurt reflects during their months apart.
Word Count: 970
Author's Note: This story fits into my Legacy verse, during Blaine's time abroad. Numbers correspond to the amount of days left until Blaine comes home. I'm revisiting a style of writing (first person, mixed past and present, personal reflection) that I first used years ago. This time, it's for my dearest samzgurl's birthday! Special thanks to wintercreek for aiding, abetting, and ficcing along. You'll see the results of our collaboration later today and then again at some point in the near future. Thanks for reading!
224
We agreed to say goodbye here, in my apartment, because you said you couldn’t stand to part in public. You were right, I know, because the subway ride home would have been interminable for me. But the moment I kissed you for the last time and you turned to go, I wished with all my might for another second, another minute, even a public goodbye.
223
I woke before dawn to your voice, calling to say you had arrived. You sounded sleepy but excited, like you always do at the beginning of a new semester. I buried my smile in the pillow next to my head. I wonder how long it will still smell like you?
218
Six days gone, now, and so many left to go. I’ve managed five days of January Term, and you’ve figured out how to make wifi work well enough in your apartment for skype. I sat in the sunshine in my living room and watched your face in the deep shadows of a London twilight. Somehow you’re even more beautiful when I can’t reach out and touch you.
213
I had lunch with Caitlin today. She said it was to commiserate, but I think she just wanted to be sure I was getting out and eating proper meals. She insisted on sitting next to me so she could cuddle. She said she was cold, but I know it was for my benefit. Your friends are sweet and bright, just like you.
209
Dad called today to check in and explain the mystery of my lack of Christmas presents. He let me sigh into the phone about missing you for a while before he told me to quit whining and buy a ticket to London for spring break. I have the best father in the world; he knows how much you mean to me.
197
I can’t believe I’ll be there, with you, in six weeks. I’ve already survived four without you here, and they’ve been worse than I remembered. I know what it’s like to have you here with me, now. After this, I don’t ever want to be without you again.
194
The groundhog has promised us six more weeks of winter. My winter will end when you’re standing in front of me and will begin again when I have to leave you. Inside the cold of early February, I can hardly imagine summer, but I can dream all the details of the day you come home for good.
182
You, my darling, are a romantic and a showman. Your gift and the production you managed to make of it from an ocean away made me glad I called in that favor for some studio time. I know you loved the song, not just because of the sweet things you said. Even on a computer screen, I could see it in your eyes.
177
We’ve settled into a routine now, with skype and phone calls and emails. I love waking up to the little notes you’ve sent me throughout your morning, and I love talking to you as you fall asleep at night. When I lay my head down each night, I hope to meet you for just a moment at the end of your dreams.
172
It was cold today, inside and out. A late winter blizzard blanketed the city in pristine white, and I remembered you last winter, on your back in a snow drift, pulling me down to kiss your wind-chapped lips. You make every season more beautiful, every moment more memorable. Come home soon to make more memories with me, my love.
168
In two weeks, I’ll wake up to a new continent and you waiting at the arrivals gate. I want to kiss you, I want to make love to you, but more than anything I want to hold you, and feel you holding me.
164
The countdown is days instead of weeks now, which means that each one seems interminable. I spent all day - in classes and coffee shops and at my kitchen table - writing you a proper letter. Creamy stationery and black ink that flows across the page. You should get it next week. I hope it keeps you warm until I arrive.
161
I perform tonight - my first big show without you sitting in the fifth row, just left of center. I don’t want to remember what it’s like to perform only for myself and a nameless audience. You ground my performances with the way your eyes never leave me. Even without you here, though, I can feel you looking at me.
158
The roses you sent - yellow blushing into pink like a sunrise - have opened beautifully. Tonight, I’ll hang them from the ceiling over my bed to dry. When I first open my eyes, I’ll see them and think ahead to waking up to you. Only a few days now - thousands of minutes to dream of you until we are a reality again.
155
Traffic and security at the airport were a nightmare, but I didn’t care. I should sleep now that I’m on the plane, but I’m not sure I can. I spent the first hour telling the woman next to me all about you, because once I started I couldn’t seem to stop. She just smiled as though she understood, and then suggested a great place for us to eat. Romantic, she said, just like we must be.
154
The line for customs took an eternity, but finally I’m through. And there you are, looking like the boy I fell for and the man I will always love. I must look awful after flying all night, but your eyes tell me otherwise. You smell the same, like warmth and comfort and home. I could hold you forever. I think I’ll try.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: January through March 2015. Kurt reflects during their months apart.
Word Count: 970
Author's Note: This story fits into my Legacy verse, during Blaine's time abroad. Numbers correspond to the amount of days left until Blaine comes home. I'm revisiting a style of writing (first person, mixed past and present, personal reflection) that I first used years ago. This time, it's for my dearest samzgurl's birthday! Special thanks to wintercreek for aiding, abetting, and ficcing along. You'll see the results of our collaboration later today and then again at some point in the near future. Thanks for reading!
224
We agreed to say goodbye here, in my apartment, because you said you couldn’t stand to part in public. You were right, I know, because the subway ride home would have been interminable for me. But the moment I kissed you for the last time and you turned to go, I wished with all my might for another second, another minute, even a public goodbye.
223
I woke before dawn to your voice, calling to say you had arrived. You sounded sleepy but excited, like you always do at the beginning of a new semester. I buried my smile in the pillow next to my head. I wonder how long it will still smell like you?
218
Six days gone, now, and so many left to go. I’ve managed five days of January Term, and you’ve figured out how to make wifi work well enough in your apartment for skype. I sat in the sunshine in my living room and watched your face in the deep shadows of a London twilight. Somehow you’re even more beautiful when I can’t reach out and touch you.
213
I had lunch with Caitlin today. She said it was to commiserate, but I think she just wanted to be sure I was getting out and eating proper meals. She insisted on sitting next to me so she could cuddle. She said she was cold, but I know it was for my benefit. Your friends are sweet and bright, just like you.
209
Dad called today to check in and explain the mystery of my lack of Christmas presents. He let me sigh into the phone about missing you for a while before he told me to quit whining and buy a ticket to London for spring break. I have the best father in the world; he knows how much you mean to me.
197
I can’t believe I’ll be there, with you, in six weeks. I’ve already survived four without you here, and they’ve been worse than I remembered. I know what it’s like to have you here with me, now. After this, I don’t ever want to be without you again.
194
The groundhog has promised us six more weeks of winter. My winter will end when you’re standing in front of me and will begin again when I have to leave you. Inside the cold of early February, I can hardly imagine summer, but I can dream all the details of the day you come home for good.
182
You, my darling, are a romantic and a showman. Your gift and the production you managed to make of it from an ocean away made me glad I called in that favor for some studio time. I know you loved the song, not just because of the sweet things you said. Even on a computer screen, I could see it in your eyes.
177
We’ve settled into a routine now, with skype and phone calls and emails. I love waking up to the little notes you’ve sent me throughout your morning, and I love talking to you as you fall asleep at night. When I lay my head down each night, I hope to meet you for just a moment at the end of your dreams.
172
It was cold today, inside and out. A late winter blizzard blanketed the city in pristine white, and I remembered you last winter, on your back in a snow drift, pulling me down to kiss your wind-chapped lips. You make every season more beautiful, every moment more memorable. Come home soon to make more memories with me, my love.
168
In two weeks, I’ll wake up to a new continent and you waiting at the arrivals gate. I want to kiss you, I want to make love to you, but more than anything I want to hold you, and feel you holding me.
164
The countdown is days instead of weeks now, which means that each one seems interminable. I spent all day - in classes and coffee shops and at my kitchen table - writing you a proper letter. Creamy stationery and black ink that flows across the page. You should get it next week. I hope it keeps you warm until I arrive.
161
I perform tonight - my first big show without you sitting in the fifth row, just left of center. I don’t want to remember what it’s like to perform only for myself and a nameless audience. You ground my performances with the way your eyes never leave me. Even without you here, though, I can feel you looking at me.
158
The roses you sent - yellow blushing into pink like a sunrise - have opened beautifully. Tonight, I’ll hang them from the ceiling over my bed to dry. When I first open my eyes, I’ll see them and think ahead to waking up to you. Only a few days now - thousands of minutes to dream of you until we are a reality again.
155
Traffic and security at the airport were a nightmare, but I didn’t care. I should sleep now that I’m on the plane, but I’m not sure I can. I spent the first hour telling the woman next to me all about you, because once I started I couldn’t seem to stop. She just smiled as though she understood, and then suggested a great place for us to eat. Romantic, she said, just like we must be.
154
The line for customs took an eternity, but finally I’m through. And there you are, looking like the boy I fell for and the man I will always love. I must look awful after flying all night, but your eyes tell me otherwise. You smell the same, like warmth and comfort and home. I could hold you forever. I think I’ll try.