Struck By Love

By Mischel

Romance / Humor

Hope Dies Last

The sun is high above in the blue sky, hidden behind a few white puffy clouds. It's comfortably warm and the wind blows just enough to make you feel amazing but not too cold. It's a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I'm holding my boyfriend's hand, walking by his side away from his house.

When we woke up today, we helped clean up the kitchen and the living room a little bit so Kurt's mom didn't have to have so much work. She wants to start anew, to finally let go of her husband and move on. To understand her son and to get better. It's good for her, according to what Kurt had said about her and what have I heard yesterday. She couldn't have been a good mom, but she's at least trying. My dad on the other hand, is not.

I look back and see her head in the window. She's waving her hand at us, so I wave back and nudge Kurt with my shoulder to do the same. After he waves too, her head disappears and we continue walking down the street, hand in hand.

"It's so nice that your mom's trying to get better,"I say, looking at a bird sitting on a tree in front of us.

"Yeah, I guess," Kurt answers, looking down. "I just hope she won't be drunk again when we return." He says then. I squeeze his hand.

"She's doing this for you Kurt." I tell him. "I think she's gonna do her best not to end like that." He looks at me and smiles.

"I hope you're right." He says. He looks in front of him, probably thinking. "Do you..." He starts after a while. "Do you think that your parents will ever try to make it better?" He whispers and holds my hand a little bit tighter.

"I-" I don't know what to say. I want them back. A Lot, I mean... they're my parents. I just don't know if it's ever going to happen. "I don't know." I answer. "I hope that they'll understand me... someday." I sigh and feel Kurt's hand slowly sneaking behind me to hold my waist hesitantly. I laugh.

"What?" He asks.

"Kurt," I say and take his hand, the one that just quickly left my waist. I put it back around my body and hold his fingers with my other hand. "You're my boyfriend, I even sleep in your bed." I laugh. "You don't have to be so uncertain when you want to put your hand around my waist."

He blushes and I swear it's the cutest thing in this whole world. "Okay," He smiles a bit, sheepishly. "I know that we've been practically sleeping together, I just wasn't sure if you're okay with me touching you like that in public." He admits. "I know that I have no problem with it, but it's not just about me anymore. And the last time we did something like that, when I kissed you, we got caught. So-"

"I am absolutely okay with it." I give him a broad smile and he smiles back. "My dad knows about us anyway, your mom does too and we don't care about any other people, so..."

"True," he smiles. "Besides, if someone from school sees us, I can always make them stay silent and write for me, right?" He jokes.

I stiffen but don't look at Kurt. He feels it anyway and looks down.

"Blaine, I know that you don't agree with the plan and you're right that I don't even need to finish the Literary Magazine anymore, but I feel like I do, and that's important to me. It's like my legacy, the last thing I'll leave behind as I move to the Northwestern University."

I sigh again. "I know, you've already said that and I think I understand." I say. "More or less." I add. "But I won't ever agree with this plan, so can we stop talking about this now?"

He doesn't answer, but we don't talk about it anymore. As I realize, we're getting closer to the coffee shop. The same one we've been to before. Only now we don't have to be careful and we can finally be boyfriends. Not that we were careful the last time, it was the whole reason my dad... my dad kicked me out.

When we reach the entrance of the shop, Kurt opens the door for me and then orders us some coffee. He chose his and my favorite and I smile as I put it to my lips to take a sip. We're sitting in the corner of the shop so no one can bother us.

I take Kurt's hand into mine and smile at him. He smiles back and swallows his first sip of coffee. Suddenly he grins.

"By the way, today I had the most amazing dream!" He says enthusiastically.

"What was in the dream?" I ask, smiling myself. Kurt grins even more.

"At first I thought I was having a naked-in-public dream, but then I realized I was editor in chief and an asshole! It was great!" I start laughing with him. It makes me feel so good that he's happy, then I'm happy too.

"Really?" I laugh.

"Yes! I felt like Miranda Priestly in The Devil Wears Prada." He says and sips his coffee again. "And I was older. Remy was my receptionist and Claire brought me coffee, which I splashed then in Remy's face." He giggles so adorably.

"I'd like to see that!" I laugh. "I don't really know her, but she seems quite bossy." I comment.

"She's practically my female version!" He says and takes another sip of his coffee. "She's ambitious, smart and driven, but the difference between us is that she uses her power for evil." He looks so serious. "And she stopped growing around the fourth grade – I'm not saying she's a hobbit, I'm just saying if someone was missing in Middle Earth she'd fit the description."

I start laughing again and he laughs with me. "Sounds like her." I say and drink a bit of my coffee.

"And I had the most breathtaking view of New York City... In the dream." He continues. "My office was as big as a small country and Malerie was my publisher. I even had a piano and you were sitting there, getting ready to play something for me."

I smile at him. "I love playing for you." I say. "I can teach you someday if you want."

"Oh Blaine, I'd love that!" He smiles at me. "There was a photo of me and you and..." he hesitates a little.

"What?" I ask and take his hand again.

"I think we were married." He says then. I stare at him and suddenly smile. He smiles too. "Do you think we'll still be boyfriends in the future?" He asks.

I squeeze his hand. "I don't know, but... I really hope so." I say.

"Me too."

"I mean," I look into his eyes. "I've never known anyone like you... I'm crazy about you." I smile and lean closer to him, looking deep into his crystal blue eyes. He smiles and looks at my lips. My breathing quickens and my heart starts beating faster and then we're suddenly kissing.

It's long and beautiful and oh my god his lips has never been this soft. I put my hand on his cheek and he grabs my shoulders, kissing me harder.

"Hey! Get your own room faggots!" Someone yells at us and we immediately pull away from each other. The man is sitting a few tables away from us and he's looking at us with disgust in his eyes. He has the perfect view of our table because this side of the coffee shop is almost empty.

I swallow and take my coffee. Kurt looks at him and yells back. "If you don't like it then don't look you shithead!" I look at Kurt wide-eyed, but he doesn't seem afraid. He's angry.

The man narrows his eyes and spits on the floor, but he doesn't bother us again after he turns away. Then he leaves and we both sigh in relief.

I take Kurt's hand and smile at him. "You're my brave knight in the shining armor, have I told you yet?" I say.

"You haven't." He smiles and kisses me again.

"I hate how people hate us and-"

"Not all people hate us, Blaine. They just don't understand," Kurt says. I look into his eyes.

"Do you know what my dream is?" I smile. "To be married by thirty... legally." Kurt smiles too.

"I hope that someday it'll be legal in all fifty states. Can you imagine that?" He asks, looking somewhere behind me, slightly smiling.

"The perfect future." I say. Suddenly he smirks and looks at me again. "What?" I ask, smiling.

"You know what else happened in my dream?" He says.

"What?"

"I hung up on Oprah." We both laugh and kiss again. "And then there were alien transvestites taking over the Earth and I lost a game of limbo to Margaret Thatcher in a room full of ferrets." He adds.

"You and your imagination." I smile and finish drinking my coffee. It was almost cold anyway. "You know what did I dream about yesterday?" I ask. Kurt shakes his head.

"I was having a dinner with my mom, in a beautiful garden." I smile sadly. "You were there too." I add. "And she liked you and said that we could marry if we want."

"That's beautiful." Kurt smiles. "Maybe it'll happen someday. You and me with your mom having dinner. You never know."

"That will never happen." I say and look down. He takes both my hands and looks into my eyes.

"Always remember Blaine. Hope dies last."

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