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cagedbirds:

leannlaughlove:

1940’s Sailor!Klaine
Woo!

“Daddy, who’s this picture of?”
It was old and faded, stuffed in a trunk and unseen for years but Blaine’s heart still thudded painfully in his chest as he ran a thumb down the blemished surface.
It was torn in half, ripping his face in two but there was still enough of that smile, the hint of a sparkle in his eyes to raise a lump in the back of Blaine’s throat.
“Who is he?”
Sometimes Blaine when his son’s eyes caught the light he was struck with a certain familiarity. A shade of grey he thought he would never see again.
But that was impossible.
“Do you want to hear a story,” Blaine began, fighting the burn behind his eyes, “Of the best man I ever knew?”

cagedbirds:

leannlaughlove:

1940’s Sailor!Klaine

Woo!

“Daddy, who’s this picture of?”

It was old and faded, stuffed in a trunk and unseen for years but Blaine’s heart still thudded painfully in his chest as he ran a thumb down the blemished surface.

It was torn in half, ripping his face in two but there was still enough of that smile, the hint of a sparkle in his eyes to raise a lump in the back of Blaine’s throat.

“Who is he?”

Sometimes Blaine when his son’s eyes caught the light he was struck with a certain familiarity. A shade of grey he thought he would never see again.

But that was impossible.

“Do you want to hear a story,” Blaine began, fighting the burn behind his eyes, “Of the best man I ever knew?”

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