"Oh, Blaine," Kurt said, "I wish you were here so I could explain it to you, so I could beg you to take me back, so you could make love to me. Damn it, Blaine, where are you?"

"I'm right here, my love," Blaine said, a voice from beyond the doorway, from the dark night. He was sitting on the balcony once again, drinking apple juice, waiting for Kurt.

Kurt froze. He had no idea Blaine was here. Why hadn't Blaine let him know? Kurt began to tremble, his muscles refusing to let him walk the short distance to the balcony doors. Blaine saw this and came to Kurt, wrapping his arms around his Sub. He didn't say a word, just held him.

Kurt could feel the anxiety and nerves just melt away. It didn't matter for that small moment what had happened. They would fix it. They would talk and let all of the trouble and misunderstandings out, let them die in the light of communication. Why hadn't Kurt seen this last night?

"Kurt...my Kurt. Let's sit on the bed and talk. We need to find out what went wrong so it won't happen again," Blaine said. "I'll get us something to drink from the bar," and went to find ice for their glasses in the small refrigerator. The ice clinked in the glasses and Blaine cut paper thin slices of lemon and lime to put in the glasses. He got out the microplane and shredded some ginger root into a strainer and poured club soda through the mash. As a final gesture he added a sprig of fresh mint to each one as a garnish.

Kurt went to the bed, sitting on the edge, then got up again and paced back and forth. He spotted his robe and took it off the hook on the back side of the closet door, slipping his arms into the sleeves. It was warm and soft, bringing him a tiny bit of comfort. Kurt had a feeling this was going to be a long night. He saw a painted-tin box of his favorite Dutch chocolates and a piece of paper on the bed. Seeing his name, he read the note, but it didn't make sense for a moment.

"Blaine?" he asked, and Blaine turned to see Kurt holding the note in his hand.

"What?" Kurt asked, holding it up, a question on his face.

"I left you that note this morning. I felt so bad that we had a misunderstanding, I wanted you to know how much I love you, Kurt. I wanted to pamper you and talk with you and find out what went wrong...but it must have fallen. When I came home, Levi found it under the bed."

"Oh? Then..oh, no! Blaine, did you go to this lunch and wait for me? Oh... by all the Fates. What you must have thought..." Kurt looked crushed. He had never felt so guilty and terrible. All of the bad feelings today, the feeling of abandonment they both went through, all due to a misplaced note? Well, no. Kurt knew it was not that simple. He knew this was a conversation that was going to be long and hard and necessary. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, resolved in his mind to make this communication work. Wes had said, and Kurt knew instinctively, that it had to work for this Union to stay strong. They had to communicate instead of the wild guessing and assuming that had led to the hurt.

Blaine came over to the bed and set the glasses on the bedside table. He took Kurt's hands in his and looked into his eyes.

"No matter what happened, no matter what ever happens, Kurt, remember that I love you. We need to make some guidelines in case anything like this ever happens again. I never want to feel as bad as I did today. Never."

"I don't either, Blaine. I love you, too."

"We can talk about that in the morning, right now I just want to hold you, Kurt."

Kurt had no time to answer before Blaine was kissing him and gripping him, stirring up a whirlwind of pent-up feelings. Kurt kissed back, happy to just let himself go – knowing in his heart that they were going to be all right again. They didn't need to talk tonight, they could communicate in this way and save the discussion for the morning. He had faith now, and wondered why he had forgotten it last night.

Blaine stood in front of Kurt, taking his hand to ask him to stand, just looking at him. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked sad and spent. Blaine did this to him. He would fix this, he was determined to fix this.

"Come here," Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand once again in a firmer grip, tugging him closer. Placing his lips on Kurt's, he could feel his Sub leaning towards him. He touched his freshly shaved jaw, cupping it in his hand and brushing the pad of his thumb across the impossibly soft skin of his cheek. Kurt had told him about the coach at his high school that called him 'Porcelain', but it wasn't until this moment that he realized she was right. Kurt's clear, pale skin was just like a piece of luminescent porcelain. Like a China doll.

It was the barest graze, just a brush of his fingertips as he traced Kurt's face with a featherlight touch. Just a touch of the fingertips. But it made Kurt's breath catch in his throat and his heart trip over the next beat.

Blaine felt that, somewhere deep inside himself, he felt Kurt. It wasn't in his heart exactly, but it was near there, a ball of solid awareness that was somehow wired to his Sub and made him aware in a way he had never felt before. He continued to move his thumb across the cheek but followed with his lips brushing across Kurt's mouth. Blaine had kissed Kurt a thousand times a thousand, and it never once failed to astonish him how soft Kurt's lips were. He could picture the dark pink of the lips, and couldn't help but press a little harder. Kurt kissed back, moving his soft lips in rhythm to Blaine's, sliding as friction became important. Their lips had fit together perfectly since the first day when sparks flew between them and Blaine knew he could never look back, never stop kissing his Sub.

Kurt swallowed to bring some moisture back to his mouth and Blaine had to move his lips to feel Kurt's throat. His lips intensified his ability to feel...they were so much more sensitive to movement, heat, texture than his fingers. His thoughts went to other places that he wanted to explore with his lips tonight and the heat that was beginning in his belly curled around, seeping through his nerves. His knees felt a little weak.

He could see a problem arising if he wasn't going to be able to stand up, so he gathered Kurt in his arms and set him on the bed and climbed up next to him. Arranging his Sub so he was relaxed with pillows under his head took only a few minutes, but it seemed to take forever and Blaine started over with the slow brushing together of their lips. This time Kurt arched his neck, trying to get closer to Blaine, offering his neck to his Dom. Blaine did not refuse such a sweet offer and immediately put his mouth on the place where the plush stubble stopped and the soft and tender skin called to him. Blaine could feel the pulse just under the skin as Kurt's heart pounded in his chest, anticipating his Dom's next move. Waiting for it, yearning for it, and a hungry whine escaped Kurt's mouth.

Not wanting to be demanding, at least not yet, Blaine went back to kissing Kurt once again. He slid his mouth over Kurt's and coaxed him to part his lips, letting out a whimper when Kurt's warm, soft tongue entered his mouth. Blaine's body wanted to surrender to his kiss, to let Kurt take over and make love to him. That feeling lasted for maybe four beats of his heart when a surge of something else interrupted it, something strong and good and overpowering. Blaine's tongue danced once more with his Sub's and then pushed it way into Kurt's mouth as a growl formed in Blaine's throat. He pulled away from Kurt's mouth, leaving him empty and whining.

Blaine skimmed his thumb down Kurt's neck, his touch no longer like a feather. He was now stroking and rubbing, his mouth licking wide, slow swaths down Kurt's neck and across the delicate bones of his clavicle. Not satisfied with using his tongue, Blaine began nipping and giving love bites, alternating with sucking lightly – not enough to leave marks on Kurt's beautiful body but enough to pull his attention so his nerves were tight as bow strings.

Suddenly there wasn't enough skin. Blaine pulled Kurt gently up so he was sitting on the bed and pulled the robe off of his arms. Taking Kurt in his arms, he held him for a few moments, cradling him close to his chest before laying him back down on top of the robe. The kissing continued, down his arms. Kurt was blessed with strong arms and his biceps curved in a sensual arc, deserving of special attention as Blaine imagined Kurt holding on while he rode Blaine's cock, his muscles bunching and pulling. I he wanted this to last, Blaine thought, he'd have to slow down.

Blaine laid down next to Kurt, and they smiled at each other.

"Kurt, I don't ever want to be that scared again...I'm so sorry about last night, baby. I want to make it up to you," Blaine said, his voice soft and gentle, a little troubled.

"You don't have to do that, Blaine, I think neither of us was listening to the other. I was feeling...I don't know, it was like I could channel your emotions? All I could feel was disappointment. Can I fix that, Blaine? Is there anything I could ever do to make me right for you?" Kurt looked distraught.

"Kurt, you don't need to change a thing. I thought you were disappointed in me...I think we need to figure out how this shared feeling thing works. Maybe we were feeling each other's fear?"

"Maybe. I have never been disappointed in anything you've done, Blaine. I owe my life and my children to you," Kurt said, holding his arms out begging Blaine to take him.

Blaine shrugged off the robe he was wearing and took Kurt into his embrace. He loved the warmth of Kurt's skin and felt protective as Kurt buried his face in his neck. He thought about his husband, looking intently into his sparkling eyes but suddenly feeling a dark emptiness, despair.

"Hey, what's wrong, Kurt? I love you, you know that?" Blaine whispered, cradling Kurt's head with his hand. "I think I can feel...you? Tell me, Kurt...what is this lonely feeling, baby?"

Kurt pulled back. "I have this dream. I've had it since my mom died. I guess you'd call it a nightmare. I'm walking along a path in the forest and beside me is a sort of canyon. No, it's more like a deep pit. It gets wider as I walk and for some reason I can't turn around, I can't go back. I'm angry in the dream, so angry I don't know how to contain it – but there's nowhere to direct the anger. It's lonely in that open darkness, and I don't want to fall in."

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. Do you still have the dream?"

"I didn't for years, but I had it last night. That abyss was waiting for me, Blaine. It kept yawning bigger and I was scared. I leaned over to see it, and then I knew what it was. I don't want to seem melodramatic, Blaine, but that loneliness? that abyss? It's what's waiting for me if I don't have you." Kurt put his head down.

"Come here, baby..." Blaine held Kurt close, turning him in his arms so he had his back to Blaine. He wrapped his arms around his Sub, gathering him right next to him, skin to warm skin. He kissed the nape of his neck, tangling his fingers in the silky chestnut hair. Kissing the side of his neck and down under his jaw. Kurt pushed back against Blaine, as if he could get closer to him and whined his frustration when he couldn't.

"Calm down, my love. I'm going to take care of you, and I don't mean just your body, Kurt. I mean you will never have to fear that loneliness. I will be here for you, loving you, for the rest of our days. I promise, baby. I promise." Blaine's whispered promise curls around Kurt's ear and goes straight to his heart, making it gallop for a few moments.

"I'll be with you, too, Blaine. Right here," Kurt pulled Blaine's arms tighter around himself. "Right here in your arms."

Tears came down Kurt's cheeks and Blaine brushed them off. "What's wrong, baby?'

"I just want so much to be what you need, Blaine," Kurt breathed, so quietly that Blaine had to strain to hear it.

"You are what I need, Kurt. I knew the moment I saw you," Blaine whispered into his hair. "You're everything I'll ever need."

They were still lying on their sides, spooning when Blaine pressed Kurt down on the bed, still kissing the back of his neck, his hands stroking down the muscles of his husband's back. Applying kisses to his spine, Blaine rolled Kurt on to his stomach, lying between his legs and holding himself over Kurt's back, feeling the heat from his skin rise. Drifting slowly down his back, Blaine turned stroking into gentle kisses and finally into messy open mouth kisses that were all tongue and lips and teeth. He knew that paying attention to Kurt's back was something that calmed him, made him feel loved, and if done right could turn him into a writhing mess of wanton need. He continued down his back, stroking his sides. Coming to the small dip of his spine, between the dimples that made Blaine get just a little harder, he came to the only thing remaining between Kurt and himself. His towel. Blaine took the cotton fabric in his teeth and pulled it part way down his ass, baring the pinkish skin of his round buttocks. Resorting to using his hands, he tapped Kurt to lift up so he could pull the towel off. Kurt lay naked on his fluffy robe, so beautiful Blaine felt his arousal reach a new level, felt it smolder in his belly once again.

If ever there was a thing of grace in this chaotic world, it was Kurt. Blaine took a lungful of air and tried to calm himself. Kurt was not only graceful in his movements, but in his speech and thought. He had an elegance that went beyond anything Blaine had experienced and it was so obviously a part of Kurt, not learned but something he was born with. Blaine wondered what he had done in a former life to please the Fates so much they gave Kurt to him.

Blaine slipped out of his few remaining clothes and came back to Kurt's neck for a moment, pressing his weight down on his Sub's back as naked skin pressed naked skin and Blaine was at a loss as to why so much heat didn't combust. Relaxing for a moment, he took in the scent of Kurt. He had showered and used that wonderful shampoo. It had a light floral scent that was not at all overpowering or cloying. On the contrary, it was so light that Blaine could only detect if once in a while when Kurt moved close to him or brushed by in the hallway perhaps. The scent would linger for a tantalizing moment, then disappear and leave Blaine wanting more.

He pushed his nose deeper into the crease of Kurt's neck and shoulder, this time smelling that amazing perfume. What did Kurt call it? "Rain". He said it was meant to be a feminine scent but on Kurt it was anything but feminine. No, it had a masculine, arousing smell when mixed with Kurt's own pheromones it was practically an aphrodisiac. Blaine could lick Kurt's whole body searching for the source of that smell.

"You smell so good, Kurt, like some sort of amazingly masculine animal and I cannot get enough of it," Blaine growled and Kurt giggled.

"Look who's talking...you are my favorite masculine animal, Blaine..."

Blaine left Kurt with one last kiss on his neck and shifted his weight onto his knees as they pressed into the mattress between Kurt's thighs. He draped his hands over those thighs, running his fingers up to the crease between buttocks and thighs, tickling just a little. Something Blaine had found out over the past several weeks was how sensitive Kurt's buttocks were, especially when he was aroused. Just a drag of fingers over the roundness of one would have his husband jumping and squirming.

Blaine grabbed a fluffy pillow and put a hand under Kurt's belly, silently asking him to lift himself up. He slid the pillow in under his hips to make him more comfortable. His hands were back on Kurt's thighs once more, spreading them open and nipping at the tender skin at the innermost edge. Kurt was trembling just a bit, but Blaine could feel it was more anticipation rather than trepidation. He kissed the creamy skin, licking in places and loving the noises his Sub was beginning to make. Kurt often tried to curtail the noises he made, for some reason embarrassed by them, making them even more precious to Blaine.

He was rubbing gentle circles on the centers of Kurt's cheeks, each circle getting wider with each round and thus closer to the cleft between them. As his hands got closer, so did his mouth, kissing and biting with his lips until he was so close that Kurt's heart was trembling as he imagined what Blaine was about to do, wanting it so much it stole his breath.

"Blaine....stop teasing me and do it, please," Kurt begged and that startled Blaine into immediate action. He stopped the circling and gently pulled his cheeks apart, looking at the dusky pink center, the same color as his lips and nipples. It was tight, so tight and Blaine put his tongue just in back of Kurt's balls and licked wetly, slowly up all the way to his tailbone. A sound came out of Kurt somewhere between a growl and a groan, definitely loud and excited.

Blaine kept licking, not letting up even though the panting sounds had turned to wheezing as Kurt pushed back against his face, asking for more. Blaine had been circling the entrance, fluttering his tongue and then pushing hard from balls to tailbone once more.

Coming back to the puckered flesh and this time pointing his tongue, just pressing down and listening to hear the reaction. He was not disappointed as Kurt groaned out a primal noise that went straight to Blaine's cock. He licked tiny little kitten licks, just to tease and Kurt let out a frustrated "Ak!" so Blaine pushed his tongue in as far as he could possibly reach, holding his Sub's hips and moving in and out in slow grinding motions.

"Ahhh...oh, yes, yes...." were the first coherent words he had heard since he began. Maybe he needed more now.

As he continued to lick and suck gently at the tender flesh, he had opened the jar of lubrication, scooping out a few fingers worth and spreading it on his right hand. Just as he pulled his tongue back he slid in two fingers, slowly and as gently as he could, as if it were still his tongue, but kept going, pressing into his Sub's body farther and farther. Kurt came unglued. He gasped in surprise and pushed his weight back on his knees, pressing his ass onto the fingers and the moan that came out of his throat almost made Blaine come.

"Blaine! Oh, my Fates...Blaine, yes...more, please, I need more..." and Blaine gave it to him, quickening the pace as he very carefully pressed his fingers into Kurt and did his best to keep up the rhythm he had started. Kurt was on his hands and knees now, pumping back to push Blaine's fingers deeper, aching for him to touch that place that only Blaine had ever found. The key to unlock Kurt completely.

"Hey, slow down, baby...calm down now," Blaine whispered, rubbing gently on his back in calming circles, then removing his fingers. He dipped more lubrication and spread it on his cock then wiped his fingers discreetly on a towel.

"Baby, are you ready? Can you take me?" Blaine asked and Kurt nodded, too undone to speak his answer. Blaine put his arms around Kurt's waist, his chest warm on Kurt's back as he pushed his hips forward, slowly pressing in. He pulled back a bit, then rocked just at the entrance until Kurt gave a little cry at the friction and Blaine pushed on.

"Do you need to stop, baby, are you doing all right?" Blaine asked, hugging Kurt close with the arm around his belly.

"Please, Blaine..I want you inside me. Push! Blaine, please...push," Blaine was worried, Kurt didn't sound right.

"What's wrong, Kurt? Tell me," Blaine asked in a firm manner.

"Nothing...oh...nothing wrong, just too much right. Oh, Blaine...just DO it. I want you so badly..."

Blaine pushed until he bottomed out, and Kurt's warm body enveloping him was making him dizzy and sparking him to move, to pump and press and groan.

"You have me, my love...." Blaine choked out, his emotions running rampant. He was keeping a tight leash on his body, but his orgasm was already like a gathering storm in his belly.

Kurt was whimpering, begging and pleading for Blaine to do it harder, faster...and Blaine let go. He hammered into Kurt, finding the right place, the right position, the right angle ...pounded into him so hard he was pushing him up the bed, so he held on to the headboard to keep himself in check. He knew the exact second that Kurt was ready, he just changed somehow and the heat from his body was radiating off of him.

"Oh....Kurt, ahhh...you are mine, baby, mine, my love...MINE" he said, not even aware he had shouted it as he moved his hand around Kurt's waist where he was holding him tightly and cupped his testicles in his warm hand, then moving up the shaft to feel Kurt's erection: so long and thick, so heavy in a way Blaine hadn't felt it before. It was rock hard and stroking his hand down and then back up a few times made Kurt start to tremble, then to shake.

"Oh...Blaine, yes, yes, yesyesyes....harder, Blaineblaineblaine.." Kurt called out and the molten lava of hot semen pumped out of Kurt as he rode out the last of it, not stopping the fierce crush of his body as it felt like he had burst open and collapsed at the some time. Blaine wasn't finished, but he paused for Kurt to catch his breath before he started pushing into him again, this time more gently and slower but still with a steady rhythm. Kurt moaned and his legs were beginning to shake as Blaine struggled to hold on just one more minute...but he didn't make it because his cock was surrounded by amazing heat and softness and tight friction; and so Blaine found himself whimpering and making encouraging sounds as it all overwhelmed him and he came with a thunderous and powerful shout, feeling each thrust and jolt as his seed filled his Sub.

"Kurt...oh, Kurt, I love you so much..." he whispered, collapsing on his Sub's body and hearing a satisfied, contented hum from him as he wrapped his arms around Kurt the best he could. He laid his head on Kurt's back, rubbing his cheek on Kurt's shoulder blade.

They lay like that for a long time, just sharing the raw emotions and absorbing all the good feelings. Blaine was still half-hard, the stimulus of being inside Kurt was working on his brain somehow, so when he pulled out his Sub winced and a tiny cry escaped.

Blaine turned him so gently in his arms, caressing his face, his arms, and then burying his face in Kurt's neck. Kurt held him, combing through his curls to untangle them. It was a big step for Kurt to give his Dom such a comforting gesture. Kurt had felt so vulnerable, as if he was covered by such a paper thin layer of skin that each touch from Blaine reached into his muscles, touched his tendons and ligaments and bones. His heart was laid open, beating in Blaine's hands and so delicate and fragile in a way Kurt didn't understand. He'd had this feeling once before – with Santana – and although he knew he could trust her, this time with Blaine was different. He knew he could give himself, naked and vulnerable, to Blaine and know without a moments thought that Blaine would keep him safe. From the first brush of lips, Kurt had felt no hesitation in giving himself to Blaine. What had surprised and amazed him was that Blaine gave himself back. That was new in Kurt's experience. Even though Blaine was the Dom, and taking Kurt as was right and proper, he was also baring himself and giving himself into Kurt's hands. Kurt had never felt so honored.

They didn't say anything, not verbally anyway, but they didn't need to. A new bond had been made this night, one of mutual understanding and love that was deeper than what had happened between them before. It had very little to do with the sex, but everything to do with what the men had exchanged in their hearts and minds. It was a bridge between them, building trust. It was one more step forward in the bond that started when snapping ocean blue eyes had met rich honey brown eyes and love would not be dissuaded. It started when the Fates brought two men together: one in need of a strong man to guide him through his grief and illness, to stand by him and defend him and take his children as his own come what may. It started when a lonely man who had never had a chance to shower his love on a lifemate and the children he had been denied for so many long years. It started when two men, not knowing they were searching finally found their soulmate and the Fates pushed them headlong into a Declared Vow of love that went so far beyond Government mandate that it made that institution meaningless.

"Blaine, do you think it's possible that our destinies are really controlled by some supernatural entity called, for lack of a better term, "the Fates"? Or do you think everything just happens with no rhyme or reason in the universe?"

"I don't know, Kurt. I have never been a religious man, but I have to think there was something, some bit of serendipity that played a part in why you tripped over the sidewalk and Holly's carriage went in the street, why I was in the limo and Jeffers was able to swerve and miss the carriage and saved Holly. I do think there was something good that brought you and I together, Kurt. I do," Blaine smiled, holding Kurt just a little tighter in his arms as he placed a tender kiss on his soft lips, eyes closed with the intensity of his emotions at that moment.

"I think so, too."

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A few hours later, Kurt woke to find he was chilly. The French doors to the balcony were open and a breeze had come up, blowing through the penthouse apartment. He was still tangled with Blaine, so he extricated himself and got up to get something to drink. As he sipped at the ginger water Blaine had made him earlier, he took a breath and just looked at his Dom.

Blaine was very soundly asleep, sprawled across the bed on his back where Kurt had been laying with his head on his husband's shoulder. Without Kurt there to hold him in place, Blaine stretched out even further as if he were on display for his Sub.

Pillowed on the white eyelet lace sham, Blaine's hair was a stark contrast. It was shiny black and slightly damp from sweat. Without any product to tame the curls they sat in soft disarray on his head. Kurt knew exactly what they would feel like and his fingers rubbed together subconsciously as the thought went through his mind.

Kurt tried to think of what a person, seeing Blaine for the first time, would think of him. Kurt thought he was the most gorgeous man he had ever seen, but he was well aware that his opinion was biased and based on his love for the man. He turned a critical eye on Blaine, evaluating his features and measuring them against the catalog of good looking men in his brain. Blaine was well proportioned, not tall but he gave the impression of being taller than he actually was. His skin was a tawny color, as if he had been baked to golden perfection by a Roman god.

As Blaine moved and stretched in his sleep, his muscles moving under the skin, Kurt was moved by how beautiful he was. Not just well proportioned, but the taut muscles in his biceps looked like he lifted weights..which he didn't. He had mentioned he used to box, so maybe that was the answer to his balanced physique. His eye gliding down the landscape of shoulder and hip, Kurt's cock moved in interest, but Kurt ignored it for now. He wasn't done. Blaine's hands were strong and agile, but at the same time they could be gentle and warm, and the times he had been comforted by those hands made the Sub feel warm and cared for. It must be the sheer amount of energy Blaine expended every day that accounted for his well-muscled legs that could rival any dancer on Broadway. He could walk tirelessly for hours and still come home and play racquet ball with Cooper, ending the day with those same amazing legs wrapped tightly around Kurt's thighs as they held each other. It was a mystery to Kurt that Blaine, who was actually a smaller person than he was, made him feel so safe, so cared for in his arms. Blaine could hold him in a tight embrace all night and never tire.

Looking over at Blaine, he could see the rounded, perfect ass that made men and women stop and watch him walk away. Honestly, Kurt was so blown away by Blaine. He could see Blaine's tight abs and the V-shaped muscle that accentuated his hips. There was a small bruise on one hipbone where Kurt had gotten carried away and sucked a bruise last week. The fine dusting of soft hair that was on his chest got just a bit thicker below his naval, leading down to his cock in a trail that Kurt's tongue had followed many times. Blaine's cock was soft and nestled on his balls, his trimmed hair neatly framing it. Kurt closed his eyes and made himself calm down, palming his half-hard erection through his robe as he tried not to imagine any more about Blaine's body. He was half a breath away from jumping on the bed to wake Blaine up in the very best way...but he knew his Dom was tired from making love earlier and even more so from the emotional storm they had weathered. No, there was time for that. He went back to the mental inventory he had started.

It was hard to think of Blaine as sitting still. He was the most animated person Kurt knew, whether it was finishing a task or chasing after Levi in the park, rushing down a New York street to hail a cab or dancing to the music in his head, Blaine was always moving. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, the picture that came to mind was an excited Blaine, bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation of something that had brought a blush of joy to his face. Even sleep didn't stop this perpetual motion machine. Kurt smiled as he watched his husband turn over to rest on the opposite hip and pull a pillow between his arms.

If Blaine's body was in constant motion, it was no competition for his brain. Kurt imagined that if he were able to see into his Dom's head, there would be a clockwork of tiny gears ticking away. Kurt had been so happy when he and Blaine started talking more because it was the first time he'd come across someone who could keep up with him on an intellectual level. It seemed that no matter the subject, Blaine could speak intelligently about it. He had read an article or heard a conversation, he gleaned facts and perspectives on any number of things from current events to ancient history. The man was curious about everything, and his passion knew no bounds. And it wasn't as though he took over the conversation, no - not at all. He was an attentive listener. He made Kurt feel as if what he said was interesting and worthy of being listened to. His opinions, whether Blaine shared them or not, were never dismissed, but rather weighed and valued and discussed. Kurt had seen his husband do this with other people, from the judge at the courthouse to three year old Levi, Blaine had a way of making other people feel like they mattered.

Blaine stirred once again, his face turned towards Kurt now. His face. Oh....that is what first made Kurt's heart race. He was always smiling, grinning, laughing. It was a beautiful face, full of emotion and joy. His chin, sexy whether it was clean shaved or gruff with three day old stubble. His cheeks were perpetually rosy and only got more precious when a blush turned them darker. His eyes...those were the soul of the man. His eyes weren't just brown, no...they were a rich mahogany and sienna with highlights of honey and amber, a bit of moss green in the right light. They snapped, sparkled, twinkled and smoldered to show his emotion. In sleep, his thick eyelashes brushed the rosy cheeks as if a doll maker had made him.

All of this thinking made Kurt want him even more. Getting up from the chair, he walked back to the bed and pulled back the covers to expose the clean sheets. He coaxed his sleeping Dom to move under them, tucking the soft cotton fabric over his shoulder and under his chin. Kurt went to use the bathroom and brush his teeth, refilled his empty glass with water and took a few swallows before climbing back into bed, snuggling under the covers with the love of his life.

"Hey, baby...where did you go?" Blaine murmured, still mostly asleep.

"Just to use the bathroom and get more water. Can I get you anything?" Kurt asked.

"Yes, I want you," Blaine whispered and tugged Kurt close to his chest, a grumbling purr came from his throat as he cuddled Kurt close, kissing absently across Kurt's cheek.

"Love you, my amazing husband," Blaine said, "love you for always."

"Love you, too, my beautiful Blaine." And Kurt melted into Blaine's embrace as he did most nights. Kurt was thankful they had reconnected, he had no idea how he could possibly live without his husband, his lover, his soulmate...his Blaine. They would sit together and talk about the miscommunication and how to avoid it in the future, they would make plans and discuss dreams, they would strengthen their bond and increase their devotion. Every day their love would grow. Of this Kurt was sure. He knew it like he knew the sun would rise in the morning. Tomorrow would be another day.