For blainewanderson: The Make-Up

[sweetporcelain]

Kurt took a deep breath as the cab stopped outside of Blaine's house, staring at the building. For so long, the sight of that front path had made his heart giddy with happiness, and so it felt more than a little strange to feel such dread today, faced with the same sight.

Paying the driver the horrendous fare, Kurt steeled himself and got out, duffel over one shoulder and a large sketchbook clasped to his chest. He hesitated on the curb, going through what he intended to say one final time in his head before there was nothing more for it. Walking slowly to the door, he pressed the bell. And waited.

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[blainewanderson.livejournal.com]

"You are the one for me Kurt, the only one, I hope you believe that," he sobbed quietly, broken even as Kurt valiantly tried to tape the pieces together.

[prancysmurf.livejournal.com]

"I do, I do, I do..." Kurt kept repeating those two little words, would do so all night if it made Blaine's tears go away. He'd give anything, do anything, to see that smile he used to know so well.

"Don't cry, baby, please..."