Summary: Kurt and Blaine are visiting Rome!
warnings: none. Except may induce extreme cravings for gelato, cappucino and/or cornetti.
Notes: Rome is my favorite city in the world, Italian is my favorite language. I’m not from there, but I always feel at home when I visit. This is my little love story to that city — these are my thoughts and impressions of it.
The light in Rome is different from New York. It feels closer to the sun – everything is edged in gold, everything gilt and glowing from within.
Blaine blossoms here, in this light, shedding the layers of careful reserve he’d cultivated in Ohio, and even still retained to a degree in New York. Rome gets to see the Blaine closer to how Kurt sees him – radiant and expressive and complex.
do you ever get into one of those situations where you’re like “I need to stop hating this particular person it’s not going to get me anywhere I’m just going to grow up and move on with my life” but then they do the tiniest thing to piss you off and then you’re like “nope fuck you right off I want to throw you off a bridge”