Title: Rendezvous

Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: May reference stuff up to “Funerals”
Warnings: Clawing, Biting, marking, master, pretty much pure smut.
Word Count: 2752
Summary: Blaine meets Kurt in New York for a weekend they may never forget.

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I wanted to post this, because I wrote it and I feel I worked on it but it is too graphic for the application I made. 

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Will you cry for me?

Or will it be empty?

Will you keep my fire lite?

Or let it fade?

I’ve already had so much more

Than one person can ask.

It’s selfish to ask more.

Living each day like it my last,

when secretly I want more.

So much more.

All I can hope for now…

…is the you can keep my fire burning.

I want you to be strong…

…and carry on 

…until the new day.

I wonder if people on the other side….

…miss us like we miss them?

You say that you miss me.

You say that you love me.

You say that you wand a realationship free of lies and deciet.

I’m sorry, I’m not that girl.

You say that you want the woman in white.

You say that you want the girl you used to hold tight.

I’m sorry, I’m not that girl.

You say you want a story that you can read.

You say that you want a song you can sing.

I’m sorry, I’m not that girl.

If you can’t hear the song that I sing,

Why should I write one just for you?

You say you want the girl I was back then.

I’m sorry, I’m not that girl.

You say I’ve grown bitter,

I’ve grown cold.

Somehow you forgot the rocks in the road.

And it is funny because I still believe in love.

But somewhere along the line I stopped believing in us.

You married and optimist, a girl with a dream.

I’m sorry I’m not that girl

You can’t feel love baby.

If you don’t open up, you can’t feel pain.

Lock the doors, throw the keys away.

The world is cold, better off without you anyway,

Oh baby. 

I don’t want to go back, back to some distant past.

I’m not that person,

don’t ask me to be her.

Where has she gone? 

I don’t know.

Don’t open up.

Don’t show.

A little boy played in his yard.  His mother picked a dadelion.  It’s white head swung in the breeze.  

“Come here.” The mother called.

The boy ran over.

“Make a wish.” The mother smiled.

The boy blew.  The seeds danced away with the fall wind.

“Mommy? Why do you always blow things when you make wishes?” 

“Why don’t you tell me?” The mom really had no clue.

“Maybe the wind carries your wishes?” he asked.

“Maybe.” 

Micah fidgeted at the back of the church.  He got up to leave, and sat down instead.  When Reed entered the church he was wearing a white Tux.  Micah never looked good in white.  He watched as the small boy…no man almost tripped down the isle.  Micah’s instinct was to get up, but before he could even thing Shane was beside Reed.  Shane carried Reed up to the alter. 

The entire church awed.  Micah looked down.  There is a part during every ceremony where the officiant says. “If anyone sees just cause why these two should not be joined let him speak now or forever hold his peace. Micah bit his lip until it was bleeding, but he stayed silent.

Micah wondered around the reception.  He did his best to avoid Reed.  Shane’s eyes met his, and Shane smiled.  Shane…always the optimist.  Shane pulled Reed into a dance.  

Shane took a book to the present table.  He placed it on, wrapped with a card. He headed for the door.  He looked at Shane, one last time. 

John eyed the vase, almost suspiciously.  ”What is it?” he asked in his smallest voice, as if his question would somehow offend the creature inside.  

Bailey laughed, his deep rich laugh. “It is a Beta fish.” he said. 

“He is so beautiful!” John said, slightly memorized by the way the fish swam. John hunched over and stared at the fish, letting his blue eyes flicker across the blue scales. 

“He is yours.” Bailey said.  He gently rubbed John’s back. John jumped a little.  He gave a little gasp.  He clutched his hand over his mouth and looked at Bailey wide-eyed. 

“Mine?!” he asked.

Bailey hummed in agreement.  His dark eyes flickered with amusement.  How John could take the simplest thing, and be so amazed.  He sighed and wished that John could always keep that innocence. 

John looked thoughtful for a long time. “What shall I call you, little fish?” he asked.

Bailey leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Anything you would like little one.” 

John slowly smiled.  ”Okay then, I’ll call him Eli, after you.” 

Bailey looked at John wide-eyed, and a bit shocked at the gesture. 

“Thank you.” Bailey muttered. John leaned in and kissed the boy. 

1208 words.  

Rated: Surprisingly G

Pairing: Wilcroft (Sydney Willis/Justin Bancroft)

I may do more Prom series, depending on my mood.  Characters are not mine, but belong to the amazingly wonderful CP Coulter

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