Future fic. I just wanted to write some happy klaine.
The ground underneath them is dewy and wet, the sunrise recent enough that daylight hasn’t had a chance to warm the ground. It’s a miracle that he could ever talk Kurt into this, but Kurt’s been in a strange sort of mood all weekend. It should be worrying, but Blaine has learned that Kurt talks about things on his mind on his own time. It comes to a point where he needs to be pushed once in a while but mostly Blaine just waits it out.
"What does that cloud look like to you?" Kurt asks, voice soft. Everything about him is soft right down, unkempt in a way Kurt almost never is. From the running shows on his feet to his unstyled hair, he’s just - Kurt, minus the trappings and defenses he wears so fashionably.