❣️ // married

send in a ❣ for a random kiss.

(roll, 14: a happy kiss)

The tip of his navy blue boat shoe tapped against the leg of a wrought iron bench framed by two bright red rose bushes carefully tended to so that the buds just now beginning to coil up through leaves of green were so vibrant they almost matched the crimson color of his chinos. Their delicate smell made Blaine smile. Fresh cut grass, earth and roses was so much better than burnt wood, ash, a knot in his throat and tears in his eyes.  Coming home for this occasion?  As bittersweet as it was?  God, he was glad they did.

Standing in the garden that alumni like himself and his former Warbler brothers built in honor of the school that was as part of them and as essential to what made them who they were as their veins, blood and bones did–Blaine let his hazel gaze wander over the paths with their trellises, gazebos and fountains.  The scene was beautiful, serene.  Like a monument to the memories and lives they made and changed as years went by.  So much of himself started here.  His coming into who he was, meeting people who believed in him in ways no one ever had before, where he met Kurt and his future began to cement it’s foundation without him even realizing it.

Blaine loved Dalton, what it represented not just to him but his friends who all had their own stories to tell about how the school changed their lives.  Even began new ones.  Their daughter wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for a winding staircase and a boy doing his best to blend and not pulling it off one bit.  His heart began to soar when his gaze fixed itself on the starkly contrasting pieces of heavy machinery on the very edge of the lawn he’d been wandering down, hands in his pockets and feet carrying him perfectly through imaginary halls even if he had to jump a bush or two to stay on course.

The garden would soon be gone but pieces of it would last. 
It didn’t matter…
Dalton was coming back.

Standing precisely on the spot he knew deep down (because he’d never forget an inch of the halls he cherished) was where he wanted to be, Blaine felt the warm press of a palm against the back of his hand. 

His husband’s shadow blocked out the sun only a enough to catch his attention further.  Kurt’s eyes were reddened (so were his) but their smiles were ear to ear.  “This is where we—-.  You wouldn’t believe how long I stood in the hallway telling myself I could do it..,” he confessed while nodding towards the hallway that existed only in their mind’s eye.

“I love you.”  The kiss was real.  His hand pulled free and wrapped both arms around Kurt’s shoulders, heels lifting so he could press their lips together.  Buildings could burn, gardens would bloom and wither and new walls could come out of the ground and crumble all over again.  What wouldn’t change? Was them and what they had after it began RIGHT HERE.