12 Weeks.

Blaine pulled Kurt over to the bed and they settled. It was Kurt's week for the choice of movie on their weekly movie night. Every Wednesday they tried to have some sort of date night. With the pressures of school they didn’t often get a chance to spend time together during the week aside from classes and homework so Wednesday night as the middle of the week they tried to take out even an hour or so to be together; no studying no disruptions, but them. Most weeks they would just cuddle up with a movie before bed, other weeks they would go into town and have dinner.

This week was a movie week and it was Kurt's turn to choose. Kurt had decided on Love Me Tonight and his hormones were going wild. At every tiny romantic gesture or dramatic turn he would end up crying into Blaine's arms. Blaine would lean down and pepper kisses across Kurt’s hairline and hold him tight until the tears subsided.

“I'm sorry.”

Kurt sniffled.

“It’s the hormones, I'm all over the place, and I can’t stop crying.”

Kurt giggled lightly as the last few stray tears escaped his eyes.

Blaine dried Kurt's cheek with the pad of his thumb then pulled him up as the next musical number began. Blaine wrapped his hands around Kurt's waist pulling him in close. Blaine could feel Kurt's stomach against his. There it was, hardly noticeable but there was something; a firm pressure pressing into Blaine that was very different to the feel of Kurt's abs.

The feeling made Blaine's heart swell. It reminded him how much he and Kurt loved each other. They had been together over six months before the first time they were truly together; before the first time they made love. Blaine knew waiting had been the right choice, it had meant so much to the both of them because they knew, they knew for certain they loved each other and nothing would ever compare to the love and passion that had been so present in the moment of shaking fingers and nervous smiles as they made love.

Blaine began to sing along to the number; his tenor voice harmonising with the soprano of the leading lady.

I've never met you, yet never doubt, dear;

I can't forget you; I've thought you out, dear.

I know your profile and I know the way you kiss,

Just the things I miss on a night like this.

If dreams are made of imagination

I'm not afraid of my own creation.

With all my heart, my heart is here for you to take.

Why should I quake? I'm not awake.

Blaine took his hands from Kurt's waist taking the other boys left-hand in his own right and leading Kurt into a waltz; picking up the pace from their previous slow sway-like movements. Kurt dropped his head onto Blaine's shoulder and the shorter boy could feel his warm breath tickle at his pulse point.

Isn't it romantic?

Music in the night, a dream that can be heard.

Isn't it romantic?

Blaine whispered the lyrics into Kurt's ear, nibbling on his earlobe lightly. The taste of Kurt wrapped Blaine up into a haze; all he could taste and smell and feel was just so raw and just so Kurt. 

Moving shadows write the oldest magic word.

I hear the breezes playing in the trees above

While all the world is saying you were meant for love.

Isn't it romantic?

Merely to be young on such a night as this?

Isn't it romantic?

Every note that's sung is like a lover's kiss.

Sweet symbols in the moonlight,

Do you mean that I will fall in love per chance?

Isn't it romance?

Blaine spun Kurt out and pulled him back making a giggle break free from Kurt’s throat and echoing around the room. The pure joy on Kurt’s face seemed dream-like. The aura surrounding them was surreal.

My face is glowing, I'm energetic.

The art of sewing I found poetic.

My needle punctuates the rhythm of romance.

I don't give a stitch if I don't get rich.

A custom tailor who has no custom

Is like a sailor, no one will trust 'em.

But there is magic in the music of my shears.

I shed no tears, lend me your ears.

Just moments earlier Kurt had been in tears but here he was now looking like the old Kurt. They would spend hours of those warm summer afternoons dancing around Blaine's bedroom with the windows flung wide open and their favourite songs blasting from the IPod dock on Blaine’s desk. The vibrations of the music would thrum through them making them giddy and happy. There was nothing more perfect in Blaine’s world than spending time with Kurt.

Isn't it romantic?

Soon I will have found some girl that I adore.

Isn't it romantic?

While I sit around my love can scrub the floor.

She'll kiss me every hour or she'll get the sack

And when I take a shower she can scrub my back.

Isn't it romantic?

On a moonlight night she'll cook me onion soup.

Kiddies are romantic

And if we don't fight we soon will have a troupe.

We'll help the population,

It’s a duty that we owe to dear old France.

Isn't it romance?

There was an intense passion thrumming through Blaine’s vanes. Not the pleasure and ache and want that usually came with kissing his boyfriend but an intense heat of closeness and awareness and calm. It felt like their first kiss; like Kurt was the only thing keeping him grounded. It was no longer gravity holding Blaine to the earth, but Kurt.

Some days it all just felt too good to be true, to have Kurt to hold him and to never have to let him go. His life had turned around since Kurt had entered it; all of hiss barriers had been broken and he was left raw and exposed. But for once in his life Blaine no longer cared about being so exposed, all of his insecurities he had brought with his to Dalton were gone when Kurt arrived and Blaine felt alive again.

Since the Sadie Hawkins dance Blaine had felt numbness interspersed with pain after having to fight every day at his old school just to keep going. The beating had numbed him; he was tired of fighting and became passive when he arrived in the safety of Daltons halls. He worked and worked to prove himself; not fighting to carry on but to show them he was worth it.

With Kurt he didn’t have to prove himself, it was so easy to really be himself even in his insecurities and that was one of the things Blaine loved so much about Kurt. He was allowed to mess up sometimes; to not be perfect the way his parents forced him to be. No. with Kurt he could be himself and no matter what, Kurt always accepted everything about him.

The two boys moved together now even after the music ended. Every inch of their bodies was pressed together but neither made an attempt to heat things up or to step back. Blaine had his hands on Kurt's waist while Kurt's own arms were draped around Baines neck. They moved together swaying and sidestepping slowly moving around the room slightly.

“I love you”

Blaine whispered into Kurt’s neck at the moved gently.

“I love you too, Bee”

Kurt sighed softly in response.