"Kurt?" I say, in the hushed streets of Manhattan now as everyone stares completely mesmerized and hypnotised by the beauty that is known as Manhattanhenge, though my memerization stems from a different beauty that stands before me right now. "Wh- how are you here?"

"I didn't go," he says, that single tear still lingering on the corners of his lower lid. His smile is a subtle one. A mysterious and secretive one.

"Why?" I ask. "What happened to Italy? And Gabe?"

"Gabe and I came to a realization," he tells.

"Which is?" I press on. The sky is slowly turning dark, the bare stars hidden from the street lamps. Those blue eyes reflect the sunset behind me, those wet lips glow in the illumination of dusk hour.

"That we didn't work anymore," he says. "Because someone else holds my heart."

I gulp, from his words, and even though it held no mention of my name whatsoever, I know exactly who he's talking about. The fact that those words came from his mouth, gives me chills. Call me childish, but I almost wished the city had thrown a festival at that first information itself.

"Blaine," he sighs as he takes a step closer to me. His eyes still reflecting the streak of orange behind us as the sun slowly sinks. "I don't want to go back and forth with my feelings anymore. It's exhausting, and frankly it's confusing. Here's the truth- I love you. For a while I thought I didn't and what we felt when we first kissed was just..a shock, or something, from kissing you, but my feelings now are more clearer than ever. I love you, and you're the one that I've been looking for all my life- the love I was always looking for, but never really thought of looking at what has been here the entire time. I don't know if you still have feelings for me or not but if you don't, it's fine because I never expected you to wait for me or anything, but I'm telling you now- I'm in love with you..and I just-- I really hope you still feel that way about me."

I must be dreaming, or entering an inception or something whereby Leonardo Dicaprio is instilling an idea in my head because this cannot be real. I am actually staring at the person I am in love with, whom I thought had no feelings for me- who I thought was in love with someone else, standing on the side walk of Manhattan whereby a phenomenon that happens only twice a year is transpiring as we speak, and he is professing his love for me. The whole scenematic of it feels too good to be true.

But it must be, because hearts don't flutter in dreams, do they?

I find myself being hesitant to this- to his confession. Believe me, I want to just run up to him and claim him with my lips and cherish his person because he loves me just as much as I love him, but is jumping the gun here the a rational move? It's like chess; You have to really plan your next move, otherwise you'll lose if you just play hastily. No, you have to think further. That's what I should do.

"I am still- in love with you Kurt. I never stopped. For awhile, when I thought you didn't love me back, I tried to trump it with endless, meaningless sex with strangers," I see his head fall. "But that was only because I wanted to forget you, forget the pain of not having the person I love- love me back. But I want to do this right, Kurt. I don't want to just jump the wagon just because we're both finally at stages where we can- have feelings for each other. I don't want to screw this up because I really- want to be with you, and I want to do it right."

"So- what are you suggesting?" he says, with a slight smirk.

"A date."

"A date?" he frowns.

"A real, proper date," I say. "I know we both already know each other better than anyone, but we started having--feelings, when you were with someone else, and we did other things too while you were still in a relationship, so I don't want to rush you and have you go into another relationship when you've only just got out of one. I want to do this right, and the only way to do that if we followed the traditional route to having a relationship- and that is to go on a first, official date."

"You are so cute," he says and I can't help but blush. "But I agree. We should take things slow. If we jump on this and it doesn't work out- our entire dynamic will go to hell."

"Exactly," I say. "So, Kurt Hummel, what do you say? About going on a date, and taking it slow?" I ask, taking a step closer to him. He smiles a smile so bright and beautiful it gives the sunset behind us a run for it's money.

"I say yes," he smiles, but just then, his phone rings and he pulls it out from his back pocket. I fight the urge to utter- Way to kill a moment, Kurt. "It's the casting director, of Romeo and Juliet," he says, and I hear the sudden fear in his voice.

"Answer it," I urge, but he simply stares at the phone. "Kurt, answer it!" I basically shout and he quickly presses on the green answer call button and puts his phone to his ear. I see his fingers trembling a little as he holds the phone up.

"Hello?" Kurt begins talking into the phone. "Yes, this is he." I wait, a little impatiently, my heart racing and hammering in my chest. "Yes..yes..okay..thank you," he says.

"Well?" I urge.

He doesn't look to me, but simply stares at the phone. My heart is broken for the couple of seconds that he remains silent, but he still looks ungodly beautiful in the radiance of the sunset. Sometimes it's ridiculous when I think about how I never really saw him as the stud he really is, but right now, even though he looks like the single most beautiful specimen every created by the hands of God, he still is my Kurt but in a different light.

"I got it," he says. "I got the role."

"You got it?" I ask, my voice raising to a higher, more excited pitch.

"I got it. Blaine- I got the part of Romeo."

"You did? Fuck yeah!" I attack him by lifting him up in the air by his knees, and he squeals and laugh placing both his hands on my shoulders for support. He looks down and those eyes of his meet mine, and they're filled with joy, content, happiness. They're alight with a gleam I've grown to miss, because up until this point, everytime I saw each other was bittersweet. Now- it's just sweet.

I lower him down carefully, not tearing the lock we have on each other. He looks beautiful as the last ray of sunlight illuminates him- almost like an angel, descending down to Earth for sight satisfaction for us mortals. His feet touches the ground, but I don't let go of my grasp I have now on his waist, neither does his hands move from my shoulders. He is beaming, eyes gleaming, face sparkling in the light of dusk. His gaze falls upon my lips, and before I can react to anything, he leans forward and catches me.

His lips feel-sensational on mine as he claims me with his lips. He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls in closer, filling every inch of space there was in between us. I lose my will to speak- to breathe even.

This is our moment- the moment where nothing else hangs above our heads. Nothing left to consider but us. Nothing to make us feel guilty, or a nagging voice that says that this is wrong. No, this time- it's right. He feels right, the kiss feels like liberation. Those imaginary fireworks are exploding behind us again. Butterflies fill my stomach, my heart flutters. This time, I know that he is mine, and I am his.

I pull him closer into me because I need to physically feel him here. This all seems a little too surreal for me and I keep wanting to wake up to reality, but this is reality- a dream once, maybe. But now- this is my reality, but it feels surreal.

He pulls away, and his piercing blue eyes look at me, a smile so wide pulls across those lips that are now my sanctuary.

"It's gonna be hard taking it slow when you kiss like that," he whispers and grins, and for what has felt like forever since I opened up the floodgates to my feelings, I finally feel like nothing and nobody is standing in the way of my feelings for Kurt.

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"I am so glad you didn't move to Italy," Rachel sighs in relief as we sip coffee on the couch of the apartment. "And I'm so glad you and Blaine are dating."

"Me too," I say shyly.

Truly, I don't think I've felt this--together. Blaine is who I want, Blaine is the person that I should have opened my eyes to sooner, and I came close to losing him but now that I've got him, I don't think I will ever let go. Our first official date was two days after the whole almost-Italy fiasco. He had wanted to do it right by taking me to a crazy expensive restaurant, but that's when I realize that his level of inexperience with dating is just like mine. Neither of us have actually dated a lot of people. The only person I've ever date was Gabe, and Blaine had his string of one night stands, no dates.

So what did we do? We settled on something more down to Earth-- at Grey's Papaya. It was needless to say the best date I've ever been to with him constantly shooting me shy goofy grins. I think that as much as I find it surreal that the both of us have finally decided to be together, he finds it even more surreal than I do.

"What I don't understand though, is that why you're still crashing on this couch," Rachel says.

"Santana has my room-"

"I know that, but why aren't you living with Blaine?"

"Rachel, I told you. We're trying to take it slow."

"But you guys practically already know each other inside and out," Rachel says. She still finds our whole plan idiotic, but Blaine and I know that it's what's best. Taking it slow and easy might actually ensure stability in the future- if we make it that far, at least. But I am optimistic, because being with someone who knows you inside out, is something I don't want to let go of.

"Just- it's just something we think we should do, okay? Get off my back."

"Fine," she grumbles. "So how is rehearsal going? I can't wait to be there opening night!" she exclaims.

"Production's been good. The girl playing Juliet is excellent, the director is a little bit of a jackass but other than that it's been fine. It's just been a good experience," I say, because much like how Blaine and I are, I am truly in content.

"Your life's looking pretty good, huh?"

"I guess you could say that. I keep waiting for someone to pinch me- ow!"

"You said to pinch you!" Rachel argues.

"Yes, but not with nails! God," I roll my eyes.

"So, now that it's all in the open and you and Blaine are officially dating and everything- tell me, how is he in bed?"

"Oh my god Rachel!" I exclaim, mortified that she's asking me this question so publicly like this. You would think a question like this required at least a semblance of discretion.

"What? I just want to know," she says so innocently as if that question was not awkward at all.

"I don't have to tell you-"

"Oh come on," she says. "Don't tell me you don't want to boast about your sex life? I bet you and Blaine do it all the time now, right? Since it's no longer adultery."

"Dear lord," I get up and try to distant myself from her but she continues to follow me.

"Do you guys do it in the car? In the elevator? On the floor? In the bathroom while showering?"

"Rachel stop!" I yell at her.

"Why don't you want to tell me- oh my god, have you guys not have sex yet?" she says. "The only time you guys ever did it was that one time while you were still with Gabe, right? Have you guys ever did it since?"

"I don't-"

"Oh my god!" she exclaims, an amused smile plastered on her face. I want to crawl into a hole right now. "That's how slow you guys are taking it?"

"Look, Blaine and I don't want to screw things up. If waiting is what we have to do, then waiting we shall do," I shrug.

"But Blaine- is a manslut. He lives for sex, didn't you tell me that before? Aren't you afraid that by waiting, you're just going to-- make him tired of waiting and eventually.."

"--cheat on me?"

"I don't know, but you know his number of tricks. Do you really think no-sex for two weeks is doing him any good?"

My mind immediately swirls with thoughts and worries. What if Rachel is right? Blaine has always been the sexually active one between me and him when we weren't dating and were still best friends. Even in high school, he would sometimes miss first periods because he was still coming home from a late night at a stranger's place he picked up at Scandals. What if this whole taking it slow thing-- will lead him to cheat on me before we even go to the next stage of our fresh relationship?

"Now I've got you worried," Rachel says.

"A little," I say.

"Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he's fine waiting, but Blaine used to be the gay version of Puck. Did Puck ever go two weeks without sex, and survived? I'm just saying," Rachel surrenders.

I wanted to do this right, but Blaine has needs. Needs that, unlike me, he sometimes can't control. I've known about his conquest and his tricks all my life, and I remember the times I've had to go and get him from bars. Is Rachel right? What if he can't control himself? What if- taking it slow will come around and bite me in the ass?

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Blaine and I have no plans tonight, so here I am at home munching on Twiggies- thank god they started production again- while watching some good ol' Disney animation movies, but my mind is still heavy with the fear that Blaine will cheat on me just because his carnal needs will consume him.

Rachel is such a bitch she should not have said anything. Now I'm worried out of my mind, not to mention a little insecure. I look at the time and it's a little past 9PM. I wonder what is he doing right now. He called me about two hours ago and we talked for a bit, but a lot can happen in two hours. What if- he's at a bar right now?

I want to pick up the phone and call him- but that might be a little too clingy. I should trust him, but this is sexual needs we're talking about. There is nobody in the apartment- both Santana and Rachel are out and these four walls do not have enough room to house my thoughts. I feel them closing in, my thoughts coming into focus- then I realize my fear of losing him is far too great. I need to see him now.

I throw on whatever coat I can grab over my pyjamas and head out to the city. It's cold and loud outside. I have no idea what my chances are of getting a cab, but just as I am about to settle for a subway trip to his place, a cab pulls up in front of the building and Rachel steps out. She is surprised to see me- in my PJs.

"Are you going to a slumber party?" she frowns.

"Shut up this is your fault," I say before I climb into the cab she had alighted from.

It takes me to Blaine's apartment quickly- Haven. The architecture of this building still leaves me positively speechless. White lights illuminate the entie structure, a beacon in the great city of New York. I entire the double doors where Mister Thompson, the guardian of this palace, is sitting behind is desk. He smiles at me, telling me that I'm allowed through. The elevator takes me straight up to the penthouse and I quickly key in the code- still my birthday- and it slides open. It's empty at first, and for a couple of heartbeats I thought my fear was real, but then he comes around from the living room dressed in his tight, black boxer briefs.

"Kurt?" he says, a little perplexed by my presence here. "What are you-"

I don't let him finish his sentence, because right then I throw myself onto him, kissing him with the deepest passion I could muster. He stumbles backwards slightly, catching my unexpected attack on him. This has to be the single most sloppiest kiss ever, but I don't care. This is my attempt to tell him that I can satisfy those needs he has to stop-- because of me.

He holds me tight by my waist, kissing me back, though I can feel that he's taken off guard. I feel like I'm gasping for air, but right now I need him to know that he can redirect all those needs of his to me. Taking it slow might be the right to do, but I know he has needs that has to be met. He stumbles backwards again and falls onto the couch.

"Kurt-"

"Don't talk," I cut him off and I jump onto him. He groans loudly and gently pushes me off of him.

"There is a remote control stabbing me in the back," he tells as he pulls the device from underneath him. Just as he does that, I attempt to climb onto him but he stops me. "Kurt, what are you doing?" he frowns.

"Don't you want me?" I ask.

"Of course I do, but we're taking it slow-"

"Screw that," I say and I reach for his lips again but he stops me by my shoulders.

"Kurt- stop," he says sternly as he swiftly jumps off the couch. "What's going on?" he ask, towering over me, his hands on his hips. He looks at me like I am a defiant child.

"What? I just- thought we'd have sex."

"Out of the blue like this?" he says, his eyes showing every emotion that he thinks I'm crazy. "Who shows up at someone's apartment and just- attacks them with a kiss?"

"I know- I'm sorry," I sigh heavily.

"What's really going on?" he ask, studying me and waiting for my response. How do I even voice out the actual reason for my coming here without offending him. Sitting here now, and realizing what I had just done- only made me realize just how ridiculous I was being.

"Well?"

"I just- I don't know what I was thinking," I say.

"Clearly you do, otherwise you wouldn't have come here," he says.

"Alright," I sigh in defeat. "Well this is all technically Rachel's fault! I was perfectly fine with us taking it slow- happy even. I've been the happiest I've been in a long time, then Rachel comes along and basically tells me that you will cheat on me because you have an active sex drive and taking it slow won't work for you and I just- was scared that she was right and..I'm sorry," I sigh. I can't look at him but I can feel him watching me with intent eyes while he processes my words.

I feel like such an idiot. I was so wrapped up, worrying that he might cheat on me because of this whole taking-it-slow thing that I possibly had just jeopardize the entire relationship by being a clingy, distrustful asshole. I want to blame Rachel, but I know that she only awoken my subconscious thoughts. Now I can only wait until Blaine says something. He sighs then before he kneels in front of me and takes my hand in his, resting our entwined fingers on my lap.

"Listen, very carefully," he says huskily. "I have been in love with you, for a while now, and I have been wanting to be with you for a while now but that was not possible- at least not until two weeks ago. Now, I finally got you. Do you really think that I would go ahead and cheat on you? I proposed the whole taking-it-slow thing, not you, because I want to do you right and to make sure that we didn't rush on things. I have urges, as I'm sure you do too, but if swallowing those urges down is the price I have to pay to be with you, Kurt, I am more than willing to do that, because I want to be with you. Screw Rachel, she's not in this relationship. We are. Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I do," I say, because this time I chose not to think about it, and just spoke from my subconscious.

"Then you have nothing to worry about. I love you, and no one else," he says.

"I love you too," I say timidly, feeling so bad for doubting his morality. "I'm so sorry- I just.."

"I know," he says, and he takes my hands and kisses my knuckles. "I don't even have the urge to go down to a bar to pick up some sorry trick. All I want, and all I will ever need from here on out, is you."

"I just- maybe a part of me is afraid that I won't be enough, given your string of guys. Maybe I'm afraid that one day you'll get bored of me, like chewing gum- you know? It's nice at first, but sooner or later, you'll just have to throw it out because it isn't appealing or tasty anymore."

"Kurt, I swear to you that you'll be enough. You'll be too much even, but that's okay. Please believe me. I know I don't have the best of reputation and to be honest, this would have came up as one of your insecurities sooner or later, but I am telling you now- I will not cheat on you. Why would I risk losing something I almost lost in the first place? And besides, you're those everlasting flavour gums- not those cheap ones that lose flavour after a few chews."

I shrug indifferently, though my heart is literally flapping it's wing, flying high above the sky. I can feel my cheeks blushing crimson, and it's annoying the affect his words have on me, but somehow I feel more secure. I see how genuine he is in those hazel eyes of his. He loves me, and I love him. It was stupid of me to worry about what I worried about, but I am glad that I voiced out my worries and now I got the absolute most sweetest assurance ever. I lean forward and kiss him chaste on his lips.

"I believe you," I say.

"Good. So, mind explaining the get-up?" he ask, his brows raising as he takes in my outfit.

"Spur of the moment, I guess."

"You're really cute, you know that," he says and I blush again.

"I really am sorry," I say.

"It's okay," he assures me again in a tone that is so heart-warming I fight the urge to melt into a puddle. "So, since you're already here and in your jammies, do you want to spend the night?"

"Spend the night-"

"Here, with me. I'm not proposing sex, though it's not exactly out of the question either. But, do you want to stay over?"

"Okay," I say. He pulls a wide goofy grin that makes my insides feel all warm and light before he stands up, picks up the controller and settles down beside me. "What are you playing?" I ask, because that remote control, is a gaming controller.

"Call of duty," he says, and I've lost him into the game as he unpauses.

"Call of duty? What is that?"

"It's a game, Kurt. Do you wanna play?" he ask.

"Are we teenagers?" I laugh.

"Nobody is too old for Call Of Duty. Here, I'll show you how," he says and he quickly runs to get a second controller- a white one- and hands it to me. I stare at it like it's a moon rock. I've never in my life played a single game, except maybe those fashion design apps I use sometimes to put together an outfit for the next day. Blaine notices how I'm just staring at the thing, so he takes it from me.

"See, you just press the blue button to shoot, this joystick to move forward, this one to move your gun around and shoot some bastards. It's not that hard," he says. I take it from him and follow his instructions. The game we're playing is set in the middle of a warzone. I wonder why would people who live easy lives want to stress themselves out by putting themselves in war situations. I try anyway, because Blaine looks so invested in it.

"Kurt- you're shooting me!" he exclaims.

"How the hell am I suppose to know who is who!"

"You see that blue arrow hovering over that character? That's me."

"That's you? Oh please, you're not that tall, nor are you that ripped."

He laughs and shuffles closer to me. "Don't be a smartass, just play."

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"How did you pick it up that fast?" Blaine whines as my kill points increases again, and again.

"Because I'm a fast learner," I tell him. It really isn't that difficult once you've gotten the hang on it. In fact, it's sort of kinda fun. I am in no way encouraging violence, but losing yourself in a game and venting out whatever animosity you hold within yourself is therapeutic.

"You won? How could you have won! You literally just picked up on it!"

"What can I say," I boast and Blaine pouts.

"Beginner's luck," he says.

"Don't be jealous."

He smiles, and suddenly attacks me by pinning me down onto the couch. He smiles so wide, looming before me with those eyes so brown and warm. "I'm not jealous," he says with an amused smile on his face.

"You are," I say.

"Am not."

"You so are-" I try to say, but I am silenced when his lips come crashing onto mine, kissing me wildly. His tongue slips past my barriers, searching to caress my tongue. He releases my hands, but his fingers gently tugs my head backwards by my hair. I feel his growing erection pressed onto mine.

"I'm not," he breathes, a smile still pulling across his face.

"You're not what?" I say incoherently, because I've lost myself in this passion- the way he is kissing me, the way his hands skim down my side, tugging on my shirt slightly. He smiles as he kisses me. I run my hands down his moderately masculine back and he moans quietly.

He pulls my shirt up, exposing my stomach, my chest. I feel bare and naked at his mercy already. He kisses the center of my chest, his warm lips leaving a ghostly sensation on my skin. His tongue travels down my stomach- slow and tantalizing across my belly button, then he looks up with those big, brown comical eyes of his and they gleam with sensuality that I shudder just by looking at them.

"You're very soft," he whispers. "It's like- licking silk."

"Well- I spend thirty dollars on body scrub every month, I damn well better be soft."

He laughs as he slowly climbs to hover over my face again. I look at him, right into those eyes that I've found to be my most favourite trait of his, and all I see is the love, the compassion, the selflessness, the unfailing faith he has for the things I am most passionate about. I've come to settle that this boy- this boy that I've known for all my life, the boy that has been with me through thick and thin, come hell or high water, and during every hill that I climbed- this boy, I have come to accept thoroughly, without even a hint of doubt, that I am irrevocably, and vulnerably in love with.

I reach up and steal his lips, claiming him as mine. He pushes me back down with his own lips and his hands find their way to marvel and venture around my body like it's a treasure island. Every touch burns deep into my skin. His fingers skilfully drags my pants half way down around my knees, now I am only left with a raised tshirt, and underwear at his mercy- but the thought sends shivers and currents down to my groin. His lips descend to nibble and leave small, butterfly kisses on the skin of my neck- and the sensation, the feeling, is indescribable.

I tug on the waistband of his boxer briefs to expose his perfectly lifted and firm tush. I trace the his crack line, and he emits a low groan. His eyes roll back into his head. He looks positively stunning and beautiful, like an angel almost. I want him so bad- I don't think I've wanted anyone this much before, and this time- it feels natural. Like settling a circular piece into a circular hole in a puzzle. It doesn't feel forced, like what I tried to do just a few hours ago. This time- it feels like it's falling into place.

"Please take me to your bedroom," I whisper.

He looks at me, and I wonder for a brief moment if I suggested something that defeats the purpose of taking it slow, but he pulls a salacious smirk before jumping off of me. He pulls his boxer briefs up, covering that perfect ass of his before he extends a hand for my aid. I take it willingly and he leads us to the bedroom.

His bedroom is dark and I can barely see anything, but then he draws the curtains and it's as if we're high in the sky, towering over the streets of Manhattan with it's bright lights illuminating the bedroom. Blaine's figure is drawn out by the light, and he looks marvellous. Has he always been this good looking? I've always saw him as that goofy kid I call my best friend, now that we're dating him- don't get me wrong, he's still a goofy idiot most of the time- but now, he's my hot goofy idiot boyfriend.

He strides towards me in a confident, yet humble manner and stands just a few inches away. He's so close I can feel his hot breath brushing on the tip of my lips. He smells so intoxicating. His eyes still alight with a golden fire. He takes the hem of my shirt and slowly pulls it over my head. His eyes marvel at my body, but this time I feel comfortable in front of me- because I know, given the things we've gone through together, I have nothing to feel embarrassed about with him.

"You are very sexy, you know that," he says.

"Please don't make me blush," I say shyly, and he fills the space between us, wrapping both his arms around my body frame, and resting just on the small portion at the bottom of my spine.

"I live to make you blush," he says before he catches my lips again in wildly fashion. We stumble backwards to where his bed awaits- I don't even realize that my pants are off of me. He pulls me on top of him, our bodies flushed against each other. His hand slowly descends to the curve of my butt and I let out a natural moan when he grasp my cheeks.

He flips me over swiftly and I bounce onto his mattress. His lips again leave a trail of kisses that have me feeling so alive, but grounded at the same time. His fingers hook onto the waistband of my underwear, before he tugs them down and my member down there is released. I gasp when he takes me into his mouth, my muscles tensed trying to not crumble at the sensation of having his mouth around my cock. I thrash because- oh lord, the feeling is amazing. His mouth so expertly sinks me into the back of his throat, before he slowly and aggravatingly pulls out. I claw into his bedsheets, trying my hardest not to let go. He sucks me into his mouth one last time, before pulling out completely and leaving my member cold and missing his warm mouth.

"Oh god Blaine," I moan breathlessly. I see his smile- a satisfied smile. The bright lights of Manhataan licks across half of his face and I don't think he has ever looked better than right now. He pulls his boxer briefs down and his impressive member springs to life.

My mind is in complete content and satisfaction. I don't have worries, nor do I have thoughts- period. Right now, all I want is this man who loves me to the daylights of his core. He loves me with ever fibre of his body, as I love him. I love him more than life itself, and I know we agreed to take things slow, but just like that Broadway show Hairspray, you can't stop the beat.

He lowers down and kisses me again. I wish his lips lived on mine- I wish it set up a residency right on my lips so he never has to leave. He parts away and studies me with those intent golden eyes of his. It's like he is dismantling me with them- it's like I break into pieces for him when he watches me like that. We both don't say a word anymore, because this moment right here- this moment is where we feel completely liberated.

This time, it doesn't feel wrong or illicit, or adulterous. This time, it feels right.

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"Okay everybody," the director says as he enters the dressing room. "Show time in twenty minutes. My two big stars, make sure you're ready in ten."

"Got it," Alexis, the girl who will play Juliet, says. She's a petite girl with long brown locks that flows down to her butt. Her eyes are as dark as night, and the director specifically chose her because he claims that she looks more vulnerable than I do. Honestly, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm actually staring in a Broadway production.

"Are you nervous?" Alexis ask.

"Maybe a little- or like a truckload. Haven't decided yet."

"Well, don't be. We're gonna be great," she smiles encouragingly.

I have this inner fear that I might forger the lines, even though I've rehearsed them with Blaine countless of times. He plays Juliet and he always exaggerates those lines. Somehow I wonder if he will play a better Juliet. In my heart, I'm trying to tell myself to stay calm otherwise I'll panic on stage, but how can you stay calm when the theater will be filled with two thousand people?

A knock comes from the door of our shared dressing room, and both Alexis and I turn to acknowldge it. A young boy stands, holding a single stalk of a red rose in his hands. "I have a delivery for a- Kurt Hummel?"

"That's me," I say hastily. He strides into the room and hands me the flower. There is a card attached to the long stem.

"Who's it from?" Alexis ask. I take the card, smelling the scent of the rose, and read it quietly at first. I haven't seen the name yet, though I have a rough guess of who it was sent from.

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
You'll do great, my love. Yours, Blaine Anderson.

I can't help but to blush like a thirteen year old girl getting her first Valentines Day card from her crush. "It's from my boyfriend," I tell Denise.

"Let me read it!" she says excitedly and basically tears the card from my fingers. She reads it, and even her cheeks blush crimson. "Awe that's so sweet!"

"I know," I say shyly.

"I haven't met your boyfriend. Is he cute?" she ask.

Cute is such an understatement for the man I've been dating for two months now. He is incredible, he is witty, he is intelligent, he is remarkable, he is compassionate, he is kind, he is selfless, he is romantic, he is sweet, he is stunning, he is- mine.

"Yes, he is," I say.

"Okay- Romeo, on stage now," the director calls for me and my heart sinks into my stomach. The moment is here. My Broadway début is here. I basically forget every single thing I've ever learned in NYADA. What am I even doing? I am not a Romeo. My stomach begins to close up, but it's too late now as I am basically thrown on to the stage.

I stand at the marked spot, and try to gather myself and stable my breathing, but nothing seems to work. What if the critics will eat me alive? What if- God forbid- that I forget my lines. I want to dash and run for New Mexico or something, but then I hear the soft humming of music and I know I'm too late. The curtain draws, and what is staring back at me are four thousand pair of eye sets, watching me intently and waiting for me to make my next move.

I want to shrink into a ball under their scrutiny. It's like I've suddenly developed asthma. My breathing start to quicken and for awhile my mind is blank. I search the crowd, then my sight falls upon a brunette girl on the front row. She waves subtly at me with a smile on her face, then I see him next to her. My boyfriend. Even from this distance it's as if his eyes are flaming circular objects set into sockets. He pulls that goofy grin of his, his eyes alight with a certain gleam that I know is his profound sense of proudness for me.

Then suddenly it hits me like a tidal wave- the feeling of relief and inner peace settles in. I've been wanting to execute the lines in the way Romeo did- so sincere, and genuine, but I never got how. But now I see it- because it sits there, in the front row. It was like the time I sang Candles for the board of NYADA- I pictured Blaine for courage and valiance. Now, I realize the love that is so profound and powerful between Romeo and Juliet, is how I feel about Blaine. I feel it in my veins, coursing through me. These lines I am about to read, is for my boyfriend who sits in the front row.

I breathe, and begin.

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"I can't believe this is happening," I say.

"Well believe it, baby," Blaine says as he shifts closer to me and kisses me chastely on my lips. "You were nominated for a Tony Award," he says, though the words still sound so surreal to me.

"I hope I look okay-"

"Are you kidding me? You look like a delicious piece of apple strudel."

"That's a rather- unique term of endearment."

"Thank you, and don't be nervous. Tonight is about celebrating your accomplishments. You were amazing, and now the world knows it. I seem to recall an article that said 'Kurt Hummel was a fresh personality in the shoes of Romeo Montague- and spoke Shakespeare's brilliant quotes with a genuinity that has been missing in the industry for a long time.' Quit being nervous!"

"I also recall a critic saying that 'Kurt Hummel was too gay.' That one was louder than any other review, to be honest."

"That's because you're only psyching yourself out. Do you want to know my review?"

"What?" I humour him.

"Kurt Hummel looked fucking fine in those costumes- better without them too," he says.

"You just liked the fact that I brought those costumes home and we did it- multiple times, in role play at that."

"That, but also- you were amazing, okay? Now let loose and lets go have fun at your first red carpet," he says just as the car pulls up. I can already see big huge Broadway stars working the cameras as they make their way into the Radio City Music Hal.

"Holy crap- is the Hugh Jackman?" I say, completely starstrucked.

"Yeah, it is. And you're one of these stars now. Come on, and let's let those camera see how good you look tonight," Blaine says. He makes for the door, but I stop him. He turns abruptly, a confused look on his face.

"Blaine- thank you," I manage, trying my hardest to keep the tears down. I feel so emotional. Everything that awaits for me outside that car door is overwhelming, and all I want is a bliss of humility with my boyfriend here who has kept me grounded for the months and months we've been together.

"For what?" he frowns.

"You're the one who helped me- get through the stage fear I didn't even realize I had until I was staring at my audience that first time I did the show. I was so scared and nervous, until I saw you. You've been the rock that keeps me grounded, but also the wings that soar me high. I love you- so much, and when we go out there- nothing is to change when we go back, okay? In this city, it's still just you and me," I say because I am afraid the entity of it all will swallow me whole, but my rock is here, and a will keep me grounded.

He smiles and presses his forehead against mine, breathing steadily onto my lips. He still smells a intoxicating as ever.

"You got here because of you, not me. And I am so proud of you. Nothing will change. It's still just you and me," he says and I feel calmer already at his words. His fingers find it's way to the back of my hair as he twirls it slightly. I calm almost immediately because he knows his way around me.

"Shall we grace the carpet then?" I ask.

"Absolutely," he smiles. We clamber out the vehicle, where Marcus holds the door for us. Camera lights immediately blinds me momentarily, then I find Blaine's hand grasping tightly onto mine. He squeezes it for encouragement and I know I'll be okay. We walk down the carpet as camera flashes follow us. Screw the critics tonight. This is my night.

"Here he comes- the man everyone's been talking about," I hear the E!News reported, Giulianna Rancic announce into her reporter's microphone. "How are you feeling, Kurt?"

"A little overwhelmed, but in the most positive way," I smile.

"Are you excited for tonight?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm so excited, it's my first time here. I thought I saw Jennifer Hudson- my life has been made," I say.

"Don't worry, I bet you're going to be seeing a lot more of her inside. And your arm candy, Blaine Anderson of Anderson's Banking, if I'm not mistaken?"

"You're not," I say. Sometimes I forget that Blaine is famous in New York- of course, being in Time's magazine and all of that. "He's my boyfriend," I tell, because I have nothing to hide anymore. I feel Blaine flushing crimson slightly.

"Boyfriend? Wow, I didn't know you two were dating. How do you feel about Kurt being nominated for Best New Comer, Blaine?"

He takes a moment to himself, and glances at me briefly with a hint of a smize playing across the corners of his eyelids. "Crazy proud, Giulianna," he says.

"Awe- I am loving the two of you, and I know now who will be next in line for best gay couple to bump down Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka," she says. "Have a good night and best of luck to you Kurt," she says.

"Thank you," I say and Blaine leads me away. "My first red carpet interview," I breathe because I'm still trying to process this entire night.

"I think you did fairly well," he smiles.

"Kurt! Blaine!" Rachel squeals when she sees us from afar. Rachel's show A Star Is Born really took off, and she was invited to both perform and present. She looks Devine in a long silver gown, with her hair pulled into a bun.

"Hey guys!" she greets cheerily as she wraps the both of us in a hug.

"Can you believe we're? At the Tony's!" I squeal. "Who did you take as your date?"

"Santana," Rachel grumbles. "She basically blackmailed me to take her."

"Well, she is Santana," I say.

"Can we get a photo of you three?" a photographer yells.

"Not without me!" Santana yells from a far and she gracefully floats towards us in her long black gown. She stands beside Rachel, who is next to me, and on my other side is Blaine.

As the photographer warns us before he clicks, I can't hep but to feel like this moment right here- this moment marks that I've gotten everything I have ever wanted in life. I have my friends beside me, I'm living in the city of my dreams, I'm at the fucking Tony Awards as a nominee- but most of all, I am with someone who loves me beyond the point of sanity, as I do him. A bonus, he's also my best friend.

As the flash goes off, I heave a sigh, and know that this dream-- is reality.

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Kurt had asked me to meet him at Central Park West. I have no idea why, but I am excited beyond words. Kurt and I have been dating for a lot of months now. I don't know- because when I'm with Kurt, I lose track of time. Here is an indication of where we are though- we're no longer in that taking it slow stage.

Marcus pulls up in front of a building that is tall and mighty. It is painted the shimmering color of yellow and gold. Absolutely marvelous and stunning. I pull my phone out and scroll for his contact.

"Hey, where are you?" I ask him when he answers.

"Go inside and take the elevator to the highest floor, would you?

"Why?" I ask, a little suspicious and anxious.

"Don't be inquisitive. Come on," he urges.

"Are you going to toss me out the window?"

"Depends if you're going to keep on asking questions," he says.

"Fine. But I'm coming up with a weapon."

"Your penis doesn't count as a weapon, Blaine," he laughs.

"It's destroyed your anus countless of times," I tease and I hear him choke.

"Get up here, you dirty kink. I'll see you then," he says.

The lobby is wide, and decorated with golden and yellow furniture. It looks absolutely and ridiculously lavish it almost gives all my mother's social events decor a run for their money. I call for the elevator and the doors slide open to allow me entry. I've mastered the trick of riding elevators up to very high floors- you sing.

I have no idea why Kurt asked me to meet him here. The only thing he said to me was to ask Marcus to take me to Central Park West, to a golden building named Saint Rose. He's been mysterious ever since that night at the Tony Awards.

The elevator comes to a halt before its steel doors slide open- and what lies before me now is an empty hall- basically the size of a ballroom. A spiral staircase leads up to a second landing. The floor is covered in plywood, and huge panelled windows are stationed on the sides, allowing light into the room- with a breath taking view of the densely covered Central Park. I step in, completely mesmerized by the heaven-like apartment. I keep thinking God will appear in a blazing chariot to welcome me to my residency in paradise, but then the quiet echoes of footsteps pulls me from my short fantasy.

"It's stunning, isn't it?" Kurt says as he descends down the spiral staircase, like an angel so graciously floating down to earth.

"Stunning? The view is amazing,"
I say, still completely breathless at the view. In my apartment at Haven, it has a pretty view too- but mostly of silver skyscrapers. It's nice to see nature when you look out your window.

"I think you were a hawk in your past life," he says and he slowly walks towards me.

"Why is that?" I tilt my head. He looks stunning as the sunlight licks across his glowing skin.

"Well- because you love aerial views. Your office, your apartment, the planetarium," he tells.

"Yeah, maybe," I shrug. "So, what are we doing here?" I ask.

"Well," he breathes in and he looks so adorable as the colour red fills his cheeks. "We're standing at our- possibly, new apartment together."

My eyes go wide as I try to let his words sink. "What?"

He pulls a shy grin, looking at me through the canopy of his lashes. Those blue eyes so piercing in the sunlight. "If you like it, that is."

"What do you mean- possibly our new apartment?"

"Well, I'm thinking of getting it- for us."

"Are you nuts? This place must cost like-- houses in fucking Dubai or something," I say and he lets out a hushed laughter.

"If you like it, then we'll live here. Don't worry about the cost," he says, and that is definitely a first coming from the Kurt I took care of most of my life.

"But Kurt- i don't even understand what's going on," I say.

"Well, we've been cohabitants at your apartment for the many months that we've been dating, and it's been great- it's been absolutely wonderful, really, but I feel like we should start somewhere fresh- live somewhere-- that's just..us, with no past memories or stranger's underwear to rehash the past," he says. "I know you love Penny, but I just thought- I don't know, maybe you would want to start somewhere fresh too, but it's okay if you don't. I'm perfectly fine with whatever you choose."

Kurt is just the sweetest thing ever. I know he wants this- a new place, to call 'our home' because, as much as my apartment right now is amazing, I know he sometimes gets flashbacks of the things he has walked in on- like that time I had a threesome and he walked in on that- before we dated.

"I do love my apartment," I say, taking a step closer towards my boyfriend who looks immaculate in a red dress shirt that clings onto his muscles, with dark jeans that coil around his long milky legs.

"Then it's fine-"

"But I love you more," I interject before he finishes. His head snaps up and those eyes gleam. "And if moving to a new place so we can get a clean slate is what you want, then we'll do that."

"Really?" he says excitedly, which makes me smile.

"Really," I say.

He throws himself onto me- I love when he does that, attacks me with affection- and kisses me wildly. I can tell it's something he's been thinking about for awhile now.

"But can I make one suggestion?"
I ask.

"Sure," he says.

"Lets not get this place."

"What? Why? Are you kidding me? This place is beautiful. Blaine, if it's the cost- don't worry, I've got it. Please let me do this, for you," he pleads and my heart flutters. He had wanted to get this apartment-- for me.

"This place is amazing, without a doubt, but I don't want to live somewhere lavish."

"You're kidding, right? Have you seen your current apartment mister carpet-imported-from-Turkey?"

"I know, but I've grown weary of having such expensive and meaningless stuff. The only lavish thing in my life, is you. I don't need big apartments like this. Let's move somewhere more- down to earth, subtle, comforting. Somewhere we'll actually call home?"

He pulls a wide grin and wraps his hands behind my neck. "Okay," he smiles. "I'll find us a place more earthy..more us."

"Great, and you don't have to fund the place, Kurt. I'll do it-"

"No! Please, I want to do this!"

"Why?"

"Because you've been taking care of me since my mother passed away. You've always helped me when I was financially down, and you're always spoiling me with gifts. Let me do this for you- just this once."

"I like taking care of you, and spoiling you, you know," I say, breathing gently onto the tip of his lips.

"I know that, but I love you and I've always wanted to give you the same treatment you give me- treating me like a prince. Now, I actually can what with the success of the show and all- so please, let me do this?"

I look into those intense blue eyes of his and I know, that even though letting him fund an entire apartment for the both of us to live in is a little extreme, I see it his soul that this is what he wants to do- for me, but mostly for him. This is not showing his gratitude, nor is it paying me back for all the things I've did for him- no, this is how he wants to show just how much he loves me. I can't fight that it's flattering.

"We'll get it together, that way- it'll actually be our home," I propose.

He seems to contemplate this for while. "Okay, he shrugs. "That sounds like a good compromise."

"But thank you, for wanting to buy me a palace."

"It's because I love you- that's why," he says, pressing his forehead with mine and breathing onto my lips. He smells like cinnamon rolls with sugar-- oh so sweet.

"I love you my Tony Award winner boyfriend," I say.

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What a long, stupid day at work. Being a CEO really drains the life out of you, which is why I feel so liberated when Marcus makes the last turn to my home- mine and Kurt's home, that is.

Kurt and I ended up not buying that ridiculously lavish and heaven like apartment, but we did decide on that same building- only 5 storeys below heaven. There is somehow a very vintage essence about a golden building in New York amidst the dull, silver skyscrapers. Marcus pulls the car in front of Saint Rose and I make my way to the person waiting for me upstairs.

"Good evening Mister Anderson," Charles, the doorman greets me.

"Evening, Charles."

The elevator slides open when I call it and I step in. Work was really stressful because we're in the midst of doing a merge project with another banking company, but their settlement offer is a little beneath out expectation. It's crazy hectic there, and even though I have Cooper with me, who, by the way, was not sued for molestation because apparently that sixteen year old girl has seduced more older men than Tiger Woods has with woman. Charges were dropped and I couldn't be happier. The elevator comes to a halt and it opens up to a mood less orange hallway, the carpet a deep red.

I walk towards my apartment number- 14-69.

When I enter the apartment, Kurt is seated on our long red couch with a book in his hands. I love this apartment because it's very- intimate. The walls are light blue, the living room is only moderately filled with furniture. There are two bedrooms- though we only use one. Best part? The balcony that holds the view of Central Park.

"Hey you," Kurt smiles his adorable smile.

"Hi," I say and I walk towards him to claim my usual home-from-work kiss.

"How was your day?" he ask as I take a seat next to him and rest my heavy head on his shoulder.

"Pretty stressful," I say. I see a glimmer of a smile of his lips before he gently pulls away from me and turns the television off. He climbs over and straddles my lap, his fingers slowly undoing my buttons.

"Stressful day, huh?" he says in a low growl. "You need a good- relief."

"I do," I say breathless, because when he gets turned on, sometimes I lose my sense of proper articulation.

His long webbed fingers pushes my jacket off my shoulders, before he undoes my buttons all the way to it's last as he tugs the hem of my shirt out of my pants. He caresses my chest with his warm fingers. They tickle my skin. He smiles before he leans forward and kisses me on my forehead, slowly across the middle of my brows, down to my nose, before he chastely kiss the tip of my lips.

"You are so handsome," he mutters. I hold onto the hem of his thin tshirt before I yank it off his head, exposing his pale, lean body.

"Speak for yourself."

He pulls a grin. "I've been waiting for you all night, by the way," he says and I feel him rocking his hips, grinding his ass on my hard erection.

"You have?" I ask, planting kisses on his long neck.

"Absolutely," he says before he takes my lips and kisses me passionately, his tongue slipping in and out out my mouth. He bites on my lower lip and tugs me forward with him, before he stands up and has me missing his warmth. "You know, we've done it on every every inch of this apartment, except this couch."

"That is a crime," I say.

"I think we should make that right," he says before he turns around and slowly, teasingly pushes his PJ pants down. His perky, firm ass is in my full view right now- and it's a good, good view.

He turns around naked, and he just looks absolutely stunning in the dim glow of the living room. His skin is fair and pale, his muscles are subtle but they're there, and his member is erected. He sinks down to his knees suddenly and slowly undoes the hook of my pants, and carefully pull down my zipper. He pulls my member out with his fingers. They sting a little from his cold fingers. He strokes me and I basically forget that we are pulled down my gravity.

He looks up at me with those eyes- so young, innocent and beautiful before he opens those moist lips of his and sinks me down to the back of his throat. I let out an incoherent response to his act of pleasure. His warm wraps around my beating member that is yearning for relief. He puckers his lips and pull away, before sinking me down deeper into the back of his throat. I basically have lost all my wits.

"Ku--Kurt, if you d-don't stop, I'm g-gonna," I stammer. His eyes burn with satisfaction before he sinks me deep again, and pulls out slowly, with lips puckered tight.

"Fuck!" I groan. "I don't think anyone looks as good as you do when giving blowjobs," I say breathlessly.

He smiles shyly and leans forward to catch my lips with his. "I think you would fairly well yourself when you give me head," he whispers, before lowering down and kisses the head of my member one last time- sending shivers all around my body.

He grabs the waistband of my pants, gesturally tells me to lift up my hips, before he strips me of my trousers, leaving them pooled around my ankles. He climbs and straddles on my lap again, that tight, puckered hole of his teasing my carnally hungry member.

"Fuck- Kurt, I need you so bad," I say, kissing every inch of his chest. He lets out a sinful moan, and all I want to do is bury myself in him. I put my finger on his lips and he sucks on them, moisturising them with his saliva. His eyes are closed as he embrace my fingers like a piece of sweet chocolate.

I pull my fingers out. I feel myself grow more rigid as he tightens his lips when I pull out. I bring my moisten fingers to his tight pink hole and intrude him. He groans, his eyes rolling back into his skull. He is tight, and I long to get myself in there.

"Blaine," he moans like a rustle in the wind.

"I've got you, baby."

I pull his head down and kiss him, channelling as much love as I can to him. I love this boy so much it's crazy. I pull my fingers out and he groans at the absence of me inside of him. I bite those pink lower lips of his, dragging him closer to me.

"I want you," he whispers in a low growl that sends sparks of electricity down to my groin.

He presses his forehead against mine and I slowly ease myself inside of him. He feels--out of this world. He lets out a silent cry of pleasure as he sinks himself into me. I feel myself climbing already.

"Um- Blaine," he moans my name.

He rises hips slowly, before sinking again and making my member hit that sweet spot of his that drives us both insane. "Fuck- Kurt," I manage.

"Fuck me- fuck me good, please," he begs.

He rises again, before sinking once again. My mind is in a vacuum, my only comprehensible thoughts are a out how fucking hot my boyfriend is bouncing himself only lap. He follows this rhythm- rising me sinking, each time picking more speed. Every time I hit that sweet spot, he cries out my name.

"I want you inside of me forever," he whispers.

"I want to be inside of you forever."

He looks like a mythological, beautiful God when he is this sexually pleased. His skin burns a brighter radiance, his eyes rolling back into his skull, the beads of sweat forming all over his pale body. My love for Kurt is out of this world, and it's times like this when he's so far from this earth, that I realize just how profound I feel for him.

"Blaine- I'm going to--"

"I know baby," I respond. I take his hard pink nipples in between my teeth and tease them with my tongue. He screams a loud moan of pleasure before he reaches his climax and releases himself all over my stomach. He screams my name in a breathless prayer and that is my trigger. I let go inside of him.

"Umm- I will never get over how amazing you are," he says wearily.

"I will never get over how fucking tight you are," I breathe onto his stomach, our sweat in merge.

"I hope that was relief enough after a long day of work," he tells.

"That was more than enough. That will be enough for a year of coming home from a tiring day of work."

"I'm glad I am able to give you that."

"How as your day?" I ask. His hands are still wrapped around me neck, his legs still straddled across my lap.

"Was good. Rehearsal was a bitch though."

"This is going to be- your second show, right?"

"Yes. Will you be there in the front row again when it premiers?"

"You knows it babe."

He pulls a smile so gleaming and adorable that it also makes me believe in a higher power. I kiss him on his lips and he sighs dreamily.

"I am so happy," I tell him.

"Happy?" he ask, tilting his head in question.

"Happy, yeah. Wit you, with my family, with my job- happy in life, basically."

That is true. Everything in my life feels like it's falling into place- and for awhile I've always been afraid it might fall apart again, but when I look at Kurt, and the love for me he holds in those hypnotic eyes, I know that that couldn't be possible because he is my rock, he is mine- and like how it has always been, he is the most important person in my life.

"I'm glad you're happy," he says.

"I am," I smile.

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"Hey everyone," Kurt greets when he enters my parent's town house. They invited us for dinner.

"Hi Kurt," Denise greets him with a hug.

"Smells really good in here," he says. His eyes go to me and there is that familiar gleam in his eyes- that, I've come to know, is the look of love.

"Yeah. The chef is cooking something special. Six courses," Denise tells.

"Six? I should have worn my fat pants," he says. He walks towards me then and stands just an inch away from me.

"Hello you," he says so timidly so only I can hear him. "You look very good tonight."

"Do you want me for dinner instead?" I tease.

"I won't object to that," he says.

"How about for desert instead? In the coat closet, or my old room here maybe?"

"Now I know why course I'm most looking for to," he winks.

"Okay everybody, dinner is served!" my mother yells, stealing Kurt away from me.

"Misses Anderson, thank you for inviting me," Kurt says.

"Oh of course! Glad you could be here," my mother says. In the past, she used to sit on the fence about my best friend Kurt, but ever since we started dating it's like she grew a new found sense of liking to him. Cooper told me it's because she thinks Kurt is made me into a better person- a happier person.

We all settled around the dining table and wait for the waiters to serve us. Kurt is seated across from me, and he shoots me salacious looks through his sense canopy of lashes every now and then. Those blue eyes giving me slight shivers.

"So Kurt, how have you been doing? Your last show was phenomenal. I still wake up crying at how real the death scene was," Cooper says.

"Like you would cry at Romeo and Juliet," Denise rolls her eyes. She and Cooper have been doing well.

"Kurt played it so well it was kinda hard not to tear up at it," he says.

"Well, right now I'm in production for another show. I'm legally not allowed to tell anyone yet, so just stay tuned," he says with mystery.

"I bet you've told Blaine. Has he told you anything?" Denise ask. She's quite a fan of him actually.

"Nope. Lips tight sealed," I say.

"Well then he's really legally not allowed to say anything then,"
Denise says.

Our plates are then served with mouth-watering eye-boggling dishes. My stomach growls just as by looking at it. My father and Cooper settle into a conversation while my mother and Denise discuss her latest fashion line, and Denise's new article in the Times. I am about to sink my face into this delicious plate when I feel a foot rising up my ankle, pushing the hem of my trousers up and caressing my calves. I look up and Kurt is acting normal, joining in with my mother and Denise as they discuss fashion.

His leg rises and soon I am slightly amazed at how he is able to reach my thigh with his one leg. I feel turned on at how long my boyfriend's legs are, but I'm not going to let him tease me. I grab his foot and I tickle the underside of his foot- which I know is once of his utmost ticklish spots. He jumps slightly and all eyes are on him.

"Sorry- bit my tongue," he says, blushing crimson. I suppress my laughter and he shoots me a warning, yet adorable glare.

The rest of the dinner runs through smoothly. I join my father and Cooper, talking about the company's progression. My father might have retired, but he definitely likes to keep tabs. Kurt is knee deep talking to my mother about fashion. Their common ground. Dinner finally comes to a close and everyone disperse to different parts of the house.

Denise goes to the kitchen because she wants to get the recipe from the chef. She's been really into it lately- cooking. Kurt is by the fireplace, helping Camilla with her math homework and my mother is busy with my father in the corner, talking about their upcoming trip to Paris.

"Hey," Cooper says as he approaches me in the door frame into the fire escape. I'll admit- I'm simply admiring Kurt with kids. He hands me a wine glass filled with white whine. "How've you been, squirm?"

"We had an agreement on that," I stare at him threateningly.

"Fine," he rolls his eyes. "How've you been baby bro?"

"That's even worse, but I've been doing fine- more then fine, actually," I laugh.

"I think I know why," he smirks. "It's 'cause of Kurt, right?"

"Pretty much," I try to hide my embarrassment.

"You really love him, don't you."

"I really do," I say with all of my genuine heart.

"I've always sort of figured you and Kurt would end up together," he says. "Since you guys were kids you were inseparable. Bonus, you're both queers."

I smile at his word of thought. I reminisce back on the time I met Kurt. Those idiot bullies saying mean things about the way he coiffed his hair. That was ridiculous and it angered me that they attacked such an innocent looking boy, so I stepped it and the rest--well, is history.

"Do you know that gay marriages are legal in New York?"

"What?" I ask, a little taken aback by his sudden information.

"I'm just saying-"

"Marriage? You're nuts," I say.

"Is it really crazy? I mean, I'm just saying- wouldn't you want to actually be together in holy matrimony. I remember when I realized I wanted to marry Denise. It wasn't because we'll be together and recognized and all that. I wanted to be with Denise because I wanted her as my wife- my partner, my equal. It wasn't for anything else. I know you queers might look at marriages in a different angle, but let me ask you this- don't you want to refer to Kurt as your husband, rather than your boyfriend?"

My mind immediately jumps into a tornado of possibilities. Kurt- as my husband? That sounds so weird to even think, let alone do, but I loved the part about being equals and being- together.

"Marriages symbolize a unity of two people who share a mutual love for each other. It is the bond between two people, who act as one. It's also, a bond of love. A bond between two separated hearts, coming to become one. Ultimately, marriage is about love."

I turn my gaze to Kurt, who is seated, cross legged on the ground next to Camilla who is listening intently as Kurt explains a problem sum to her. He looks beautiful as the fire place paints his skin in a glowing orange. He realizes that I am staring, so he looks over at me and frowns. I shake my head, hiding my smile.

"A bond between two separated hearts, I like that," I tell Cooper.

"It's just something to think about, I guess," Cooper shrugs.

And I am thinking about it. I am staring at this boy, who is no doubt the love of my life, the person who came into my life like a beacon of hope, and his affect rippled. Everything in my life has come together and in place, and it's all because of him. All because he makes me happier, henceforth making my life happier. I want that for the rest of my life. I want- to become one. He makes me feel complete, he makes me feel whole and I realize, right here and right now, that the boyfriend title sounds too kiddish for a love so profound.

"Excuse me," I tell Cooper as I make my way outside the house. I pull my phone out and scroll through the contacts of my phonebook until I settle on the one I've been looking for.

"Hello?" Clara says.

"Clara, are you busy?"

"I'm at Puckerman's-"

"As usual," I roll my eyes. "I need a favor."

"What favour? And can't it wait till tomorrow?"

"It can, but I don't want it to. Please?"

"Fine," she sighs tiredly. "What?

"I need you to book the planetarium for me," I tell her.

"Book the planetarium? Are you nuts? Why?" she says and I can almost tell that she's frowning.

"For--the next phase of my life."

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"So, how are things with you and boy wonder?" my father ask over the phone.

"We're fine, dad. I'm actually about to meet him to celebrate our third anniversary," I tell him.

"I don't need the details. I know fairly well what people do on anniversary nights," he says and I almost want to barf at the thought of my father having old people sex with Carol, his wife.

"I'm not even going to tell you any details," I say, slightly mortified.

"Carol sends her regards, though. She hopes you're doing fine with Blaine too."

"Tell her thank you," I say and I can't help but to remember how Carol called it too before Blaine and I got together. She too said how she always thought I would end up with Blaine, and I am now. So we should all fund for Carol's crystal ball.

"Any idea when am I going to see you again?" my father ask.

"Dad, did you get dementia? You literally just came to see Blaine and I in New York last week."

"I know that, but is it wrong for a father to want to see his son?

"Guess not," I say, a little guilty.

"Okay, well I have to go. I hope Blaine's treating you well."

"He is, dad, don't worry about him and I."

"Bye Kurt," my father says and I already feel a tinge of miss for my father.

I am making my way to the planetarium, where Blaine had wanted to spend our anniversary. It's actually one of the things we do together. For the past two years, we would spend our anniversary marvelling at projected stars for the night and then go home to some out of this galaxy sex. I've had a tiring day of rehearsals, but I am so ready for tonight. I make a last turn of the corner and the Planetarium stands, grand and awaiting for me.

I go through the entrance door, and a few staff of the establishment turns to look at me. They quickly look away when I meet eye contact with them. I wonder what's wrong. There is barely any one over here. Usually this place would be packed with tourist, but tonight it's eerie and quiet. I climb the steps to the big huge globe where you go into to get the full experience. I enter, but the place is empty, then I realize that I am standing on a red carpet that stretches forward, and what stands at the end of this carpet-- is my boyfriend, Blaine.

"Blaine?" I say, squinting my eyes to make sure that it's him. "Is that you?"

He doesn't say anything, but rather he stalks forward towards me, then I realize that he's dressed in a suit. His eyes are warm and honey coloured. His hair- just the way I like it- tamed, but slightly messy. I look around the place and there is not one soul here.

"I've been waiting for you all night," he says.

"Why are you dressed like that? What's going on? And why is there nobody here? Is the planetarium not like the top ten places to visit if you're a tourist-"

"Kurt," he silences me. "I want to say something, and you're going to stop asking questions and listen, okay?"

"Okay," I say, shrinking a little.

"Kurt," he sighs. "All my life, I've always felt like nothing I did quite mattered to my parents, that they didn't care much of my accomplishments, and in the past I would live with that insecurity and sometimes I let it get to me, but I knew that there was always someone there to feel proud of me, to celebrate my accomplishments no matter how small they were- it was you. You have always been there in my life, always there to make me feel whole, to make me feel special and worthy, and for that, you are the most important person in my life.

"I didn't know how I felt about you back then and when, but it came as a realization- that first time we kissed. I wondered what was this annoying, cheery feeling in my heart, and then I realized that it was because I was in love, with you. God works in mysterious ways. You don't know if you're in love with someone, but when you do, it hits you like a tidal wave.

"For the years now we've been together, though we did have some bickering because you can be quite of a diva sometimes, and I know that I can be a pretty big dick sometimes, but we powered and overcome them, because we love each other. I've been so- happy..so happy with my life, and so happy that I found you, even though I've always sort of--found you. A few days ago, I realized that--as much as being just us now has been amazing and truly the most content place I've been in my life, I no longer want to be boyfriends.

"Kurt, I stand here right now, because I have nothing but the utmost love for you, and I feel like the only phase we can progress to in our relationship now- is the next step for a relationship. You see these stars and the galaxy up above us? This is a good representation of how profound my love for you is- so vast and endless.

"I once promised you this- that I will be your strength, I will be your pillar if you want me to- and I will catch you if you fall. I made those vows to you, and I am making them again. Kurt, you are the love of my life, and I want nothing more than to have you in my life forever," Blaine says I am completely on cloud nine.

"So Kurt," he says, then he gets on his knees. I realize the projection us- the stars, begin to shimmer into different forms to form a huge lettering, then I realize what it reads. The stars, that are sitting on the moon, writes, shimmering and huge-- Kurt, will you marry me?

I look down, and see his hopeful smile, his eyes a warm honey coloured day in autumn. My heart is in a thousand and one pieces- apparently you heart breaks when it gets flattered too much too. I look at this man, who has been my rock for ages, my livelihood, my person, my world. He is the reason for the way I am today- and all I am, is happy. Those vows he just uttered, were the same ones he said to me that night he wrote me a poem. But I can't help but to think, is marriage necessary for a happily ever after? I know my answer, nonetheless.

"Blaine;"

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