“Oh shit,” I realize a while after my girlfriend goes to bed because she has to go to school tomorrow　, ”I have to go to school tomorrow.”

spookyclaire:

Kurt would watch him, keep track of him.

He didn’t remember Kurt, didn’t know him anymore. It’s better this way. Everyone told Kurt that. Finn, the group…Kurt himself had said it a million times. It’s better this way. He can’t get hurt this way.

Kurt remembered the night he did get hurt. The night Kurt watched him go flying through the air. The night Kurt watched his blood spill across the concrete. The night Kurt was sure he was going to watch the man he loved die. Kurt would never forget the echo that sounded through the night.

The sound of his head cracking open.

Kurt remembered waiting in the hospital room, waiting for days, for weeks, almost a full month. It took so long for him to open his eyes, to look at Kurt. And Kurt has been waiting for that moment for so long, for him to open his eyes, to look at Kurt, to love him.

But then when it happened…when he opened his eyes…

There was no love. No recognition.

He had no idea who Kurt was.

It’s better this way.

That night Kurt did the most painful thing he had ever done - worse than hand-to-hand combat, worse than getting thrown across time square, worse than deflecting bullets with his hands. No, the most painful thing Kurt had ever experienced was walking from that hospital room and never going back in. The most painful thing Kurt ever did was doing what he knew was the safest option for him.

The most painful thing Kurt ever did was pretending he didn’t know the love of his life.

And now, here Kurt stood, in the rafters of the outdoor stadium. Here he stood, hands shaking, eyes tearing up.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” The echoing voice boomed through the stadium, making Kurt jump. “Welcome to the stage the man you’ve all been waiting for – Blaine Anderson!”

The crowd roared, Kurt sobbed.

Kurt watched Blaine perform, watched him excel, watched him become the wonderful musician Kurt always told Blaine he would be…not that Blaine remembered that.

Before Blaine began to sing his first song, he stated it was dedicated to the man he loved, his husband who stood back stage - both men who were completely unaware of Kurt’s presence, let alone his existence. Kurt let out a quiet sob of a whisper. “It’s better this way.”

And with that, Kurt flew away, back to headquarters, the voice he knew so well and loved so much echoing behind him.　 

You know what’s kind of beautiful?

tinyasfuck:

klainesexbitches:

timorleste:

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

I’m seriously going to unfollow the next person on my dash who reblogs this. THAT IS NOT WHAT IT MEANS. Tu me manqués means you miss me.
I’m so annoyed at seeing the wrong definition floating around. Seriously, look shit up before you believe it.

link explaining manquer and its special structure

original poster was right

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