nobody, not even the rain

[robotsfighting]

Title: nobody, not even the rain (has such small hands)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Words: 1,661
Summary: Kurt and Blaine listen to a summer storm from the safety of Kurt's porch; some kissing, some conversation. "My dad used to take me outside during storms."

Author's Note: I was sitting down to write something entirely different, then

Comments

[regala_electra]

This is so gorgeous and lovely. I really admire how you use such vivid descriptions and still, the writing is so clear and intimate.

And man, I love e.e. cummings so it was great to read that poem before reading this story, it always puts me into a nice melancholy yet hopeful mood if that makes any sense.

[lavender_love00]

I haven't read this yet, but that is one of my favorite poems EVER. I am excited to see what it inspired you to write :)

[oatmeal_cookie]

omg e.e. cummings. This is so great. YOU ARE SO GREAT. I could happily drown myself in your writing for days, your descriptions, how you do atmosphere and emotion so vividly, and I adore how you write the boys' special brand of intimacy here. My heart stuttered at that one-two punch moment about Blaine's parents and Kurt's mom, sigh, these kids. <3_____<3

Yes, so basically you are wonderful, and I'm happily anticipating anything you write for S3. :DDD

[missgoalie75]

Oh my, this was so...achy, but in the best way possible. Their interactions in this fic was wonderful and lovely <3

[prologi]

This is beautiful and sort of... content. Nice and quiet and warm like a good cup of tea. And it's making me miss the ridiculous rain we had yesterday.