"I fucking love you," Kurt said after a long and deafening silence. His lips met mine and we embraced like gum to hair.
"You are mine," there was a possessive edge to my voice.
There it was. This was my Happily Ever After. The boy of my dreams was secured safely in my arms and I was not about to let him go.
If you would have asked me a few months ago if I believed in happy endings, I would've said this.
"Happy Endings? Endings are the worst part. Just give me a happy middle, and a very happy start."
But now, I know that love existed; that love was a real thing. Just because it wasn't tangable, didn't mean that it didn't exist.
The things I loved most about this scene? Two boys in love and no more fucking, goddamn misery.
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Misery (Klaine)
FanfictionKurt doesn't speak much. If he ever finally does speak up, will he have the courage to face his fears? Will he take chances? Or will he let his life be ruled by complete and utter terror? Is he the only one with damage? XXXXX I was not silent in m...
