After.
Fic: After. (A runner!Klaine epilogue)
Pairings: Klaine
Word Count: 4,300
A/N: The epilogue to the runner!Klaine trilogy, which can be found here, here, and here.
This epilogue has been a long time coming, and nearly didn’t get written at all. The first draft, which was about 1/3 of the way done last month, was originally set two years after the original stories, and was about Blaine’s first time running the Boston Marathon.
Which obviously would have been problematic in any case, even if I hadn’t been there that day.
It’s taken a while, because it’s been important to me to get the ending of this verse right in the wake of last month’s incident, and the days that followed. To write not about running or runners or marathons, so much as writing about two people. It’s not what I was originally planning, but I think everything ended up exactly as it should be—and there’s still a joke in there about organ harvesting, so we can’t have strayed too far from my normal style.
And with that, this:
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The morning was cool and breezy, the first traces of winter beginning to make themselves known in the early November air. The sky was overcast, dulling the glare of the sun to a thinner, more seasonally appropriate watery light. Around him on the sidewalk in Central Park, people were shivering, twisting their gloved hands into coat pockets and tucking their faces into heavier scarves than the city had seen in months.
It was a perfect morning for the annual, notorious New York City Marathon. And although Kurt, dressed impeccably for the 40-degree weather and sipping gratefully from his piping hot Starbucks, wasn’t running, his boyfriend—Kurt’s favorite runner and the love of his life—was less than two miles away from the finish line where Kurt was waiting.
And where, if everything went the way that Kurt was hoping it would, both of their lives would change forever.
