Aleisha. 19. Artist of sandwiches.
Blaine Anderson is my favorite.
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“Hey Kurt?” He hummed in response. They were in their apartment, curled up on the couch and just just basking in the stillness. With their schedules they never really got to spend time like this anymore.
“Do you ever wonder what would happen if we hadn’t met? Or if one of us hadn’t existed?” Kurt murmured something in return. Blaine took it as a no and a question all the same. He guess his husband was falling asleep. He didn’t blame him; it was late, their kids were asleep and it was warm and cuddly with their limbs tangled together and his head resting beneath Kurt’s, his back against his chest.
“I do. I think about what would happen if I hadn’t met you. If that day on the staircase someone else had stopped me…or no one at all because there was no you. I don’t think I’d be here. I feel like, without you, I’d have a life in New York and I’d be doing the same things but I’d be alone.”
“Mmm, never alone, Blaine.” Blaine smiled. Kurt was listening after all.
“I know. I imagine friends and maybe boyfriends but never something like this. This is right, you know? It’s us. Like, the reason we went through all that before we got together was so we could be stronger.” Kurt snorted. “Okay okay, I was an idiot too, but I mean even after we were….KurtandBlaine. We had to go through all that crap in high school. Me staying behind in Ohio for a year… It wouldn’t have been the same otherwise.”
They layed in silence for a while. “I’m just really happy I have you, Kurt.”
“Love you, Blaine.” Kurt shifted more comfortably beneath Blaine, nuzzling further into his hair. He pressed a soft kiss to his husband’s curls. ” ‘m happy too.”
Sighing happily, Blaine finally let himself drift off to sleep.
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