It was a bad day for Blaine. It came on all at once as he watched his tiny boyfriend sleeping on his pillow, his face relaxed with sleep and his wings twitching adorably with whatever dream he was having.
God, he was perfect.
Except for one thing.
Kurt was never going to be any bigger. There was always going to be that separation. He’d never get to kiss the lips that looked so soft and inviting or make love to Kurt and hold him in his arms afterward. At first it didn’t bother him. He had Kurt and Kurt loved him. That’s what mattered (and it still did, don’t get him wrong), but he ached to be able to press a kiss to the top of Kurt’s chestnut hair and hold him as he slept.
Blaine thought back to that day in high school. He’d felt the strangest sort of crackling across his skin when he’d woken up that morning, his eyes flying open, his mind feeling more vivid and aware than it had any right to at 7:00 A.M. Today, he remembered thinking to himself. Today is going to be a day I’m never going to forget.
The feeling intensified exponentially over the course of the day, growing to a constant buzz of electricity surging through his body. Every nerve was humming. He couldn’t sit still. He chewed all of his erasers to oblivion and hadn’t heard a single word any of his teachers had spoken all day.
As the bell rang, dismissing him to leave Geometry, he threw all of his belongings in his messenger bag, sure he’d missed something in his haste to leave. It felt as though he was being drawn toward something, but he wasn’t sure what yet. His heart fluttered as he darted out the door, his eyes anxiously flitting around the crowd of people who were buzzing excitedly about the impromptu Warblers’ performance that was scheduled to begin in less than ten minutes. Blaine couldn’t begin to imagine focusing on his dance steps while feeling so distracted, but something, everything, in him told him that this was the moment he’d been waiting forever. It was going to be one of the moment that changed his life.
He reached the top of the grand staircase and took a deep breath. For some reason, it felt like this was it. He didn’t know what to expect, but he wanted it. It was cheesy, but Blaine had laid awake at night in his bed planning out the scene in a million different ways. And, now, as the seconds seemed to slow down and everything began to click into clearer focus, he imagined a beautiful boy tapping him innocently on the shoulder to ask for directions. He’d smile and introduce himself, and the boy would smile back and speak his name. The name that had been printed on Blaine’s wrist since he was thirteen.
And that would be it. He’d take the boy’s hand and never look back. He was almost to the bottom of the staircase when it happened.
“Excuse me, can I ask you a question? I’m new here.”