With the events of the past few weeks, Blaine was more than ready to redouble his efforts to gain strength and walk again. It was almost May, time for graduation, and he wanted to walk across the stage to get his diploma. He, Kurt, and Mercedes had been able to catch up on their coursework with Miss Holiday and had finished all the credits required for graduation. As excited as Blaine was to graduate and move on in his life, he felt he was being held back by his handicap. He could look at his friend Artie, who had been in a wheelchair since he was a young child, and see that it never seemed to make a lot of difference in his life. He appeared to be happy and successful, not giving much thought to his handicap. Or, as he called himself, 'handicapable'. Well, it was all in the attitude, Blaine thought. Maybe he was not expecting enough from himself.

For the past week he had gone to his physical therapy appointments with a renewed hope. He had been able to feel some tingling in his left foot. It was actually rather annoying, like pins sticking in and out of his skin over and over - but all in all he was happy to be feeling anything.

At home, Kurt was working on the massages, working Blaine's leg muscles every day, stretching and kneading to keep them in tone as much as possible. It was hard work, and Kurt was developing muscles he had no idea he even had. There were long sessions with scented air: lavender, jasmine, geranium, and juniper; massage oil with spicy scents like cloves, ginger and bay rum. They played music to relax, sometimes Gregorian chants or classical sonatas and fugues. If effort meant anything, Blaine should be running by now. But nerves heal slowly and the time passing didn't accomplish what they wanted. Blaine could still not stand on his own feet by graduation.

“Blaine, are you ready?” Kurt called from the kitchen. He had helped his husband get dressed an hour ago, then went to walk Aramis to pass some time while Blaine dozed on the bed. When he got no answer, he walked in, sitting down next to Blaine and laying his hand on Blaine's neck, caressing softly, running his fingers through the curls, although they had just begun to grow back. Blaine sighed in his sleep, turning over to find Kurt and pull him close.

“Blaine, we need to wake up, baby, it's time to go,” Kurt said, nuzzling into Blaine's neck and kissing him.

“Okay, I'm almost ready,” Blaine said, smiling into Kurt's face.

The audience was cheering as each name was called. The three friends were called one after another: Blaine Anderson-Hummel, Kurt Anderson-Hummel, and Mercedes Anderson. Blaine and Kurt crossed the stage together, Kurt pushing Blaine in his chair, Cooper, Burt, and Carole cheering from the audience. Mercedes crossed the stage, smiling as her husband and family cheered. Josey was sitting in her daddy's arms and he held her up to see her mama's accomplishment.

After the ceremony, Blaine, Kurt, and Mercedes held a party at their house. It was an unseasonably warm day, the heater in the pool making the water a wonderful warm temperature. All of the New Directions kids were there, excited to be done with school, some just for the summer and some to move on to the next stage of their lives. It was a happy group, but somewhat melancholy due to people moving away for college or jobs. While they would undoubtedly see each other over the summer, this might be the last party everyone would attend together for a long time.

Food and drinks were set out on the tables, and almost everyone was in the pool. Artie and Blaine were sitting in their wheelchairs, Blaine trying to find out how Artie was able to deal with being in the chair, how he managed to fit in so that nobody much thought about his being handicapped while Blaine seemed to be surrounded by people that wanted to be his nursemaids. Mercedes came out with Josey in her arms to sit with the boys, Artie taking his turn as Uncle to hold the beautiful baby girl. He traded places with Blaine so he would be farther from the pool and the splashing from the game.

The rest of the New Directions were playing water volley ball in the pool: Lauren, Tina, Rory, Sam, Santana, and Finn on one side, Quinn, Rachel, Puck, Brittney, Kurt, and Sugar on the other. The air was filled with laughing and screaming as the points were totaled and the lead went back and forth between the teams.

Finn set the ball up for Lauren to power hit it, and she blasted it clear to the other end of the pool. Kurt was in the back and jumped with great enthusiasm to hit it back, setting it up so Brittney could lob it back over the net. He hit it just perfectly and all eyes were following the ball – but Kurt was too near the edge of the pool and fell back in the water, hitting his head very hard on the edge of the pool. He blacked out, rushing water being the last thing he saw as he went under. He didn't even have time to call Blaine's name.

Blaine had been watching Kurt, as he often did, seeing his husband doing athletic jumps without a shirt was nice to look at and Blaine was very entertained by it, a smile on his face. He saw Kurt's head hit the edge and saw him go down in the pool. He was in the 12 foot end, under the diving board, and nobody else saw it. For a split second, Blaine was totally unable to scream. He sat frozen and watched Kurt go down in as if in slow motion as blood started to swirl red through the water. He was maybe six feet away from the point Kurt went down and he gave no thought to himself, but launched himself out of the wheelchair, taking two steps before he dived into the water, reaching Kurt with just the momentum of the dive. Blaine could see his face, eyes open but not focused at all. He grabbed as fast as he could and managed to get hold of Kurt's swim trunks, turning to surface and found himself being pulled up by Puck and Quinn.

Blaine was unable to move his legs by this time, not able to tread water and didn't quite make it to the surface before he started to sink once again. His lungs burned and his muscles were all cramping – but Puck had Kurt, was holding his face out of the water as he moved him toward the edge and many waiting arms. Kurt would be okay. That was what Blaine was thinking, letting himself sink lower in the pool, closing his eyes.

Then he felt a small, strong hand grab his bicep, tugging him back up to the surface. He didn't think he could last, but he broke water, gulping air into his lungs and finally opening his eyes to find Quinn holding him under his arms and treading water, calling for help. He was suddenly surrounded by people, Mike lifting him out of the water into Finn's arms to be taken to a towel sitting on the deck, where he sat next to Kurt. Kurt was pale and blood was pooling under his head from a large gash. He was lying on his side and Rory was pounding on his back to try and get the water out of his airways, then rolled onto his back while Santana was trying to see if he was breathing. Blaine had never seen her look so pale and shaken, but she put her fingers in Kurt's mouth to make sure it was clear, then sealed her lips on his and pushed a breath into his lungs.

Blaine had never been so scared. After several breaths, Kurt started to cough and water came up, gushing over the towel they had set him on. He coughed some more and opened his eyes. Those cornflower blue eyes were the most beautiful thing Blaine had ever seen in his life. He closed his eyes for a second to be sure it wasn't a mirage, but Kurt was there in front of him, trying to hold his hand up to the gash in his head.

By this time, Burt and Carole had heard the screams and were out on the deck and Carole took over, staunching the blood flow from Kurt's head with a towel and taking his pulse. Finn had wrapped a towel around Blaine and was trying to make him sit up, but Blaine just wanted to lie down, he was so tired and his legs were hurting. After months of no movement, moving his legs and forcing them to hold his weight was excruciatingly painful, but he was determined that he wasn't going to leave Kurt's side, no matter how many good intentioned people were there to help.

Burt took charge, asking everyone to get back and give Carole some room to work. After a few minutes she determined that Kurt would be okay. He needed stitches in his head, and might have a small concussion, but his heart rate and everything were fine. Mercedes asked everyone to stay, that they would run Kurt to the urgent care center for stitches and he would be back in a while. Puck brought over Blaine's wheelchair and Finn picked him up and placed him gently in the chair. He wheeled him into his bedroom and assisted in getting him into warm dry clothes so he could accompany Kurt to the urgent care clinic.

At the clinic, the doctor had the stitches – 18 of them – all done in a short time. He determined Kurt had a mild concussion and could go home. Burt wanted Blaine to be assessed, too, since he had somehow gotten up and was able to dive into the pool to save Kurt, but now couldn't move his legs.

“I cannot be absolutely sure, Blaine, but what I think happened is that you were so shocked at seeing Kurt hurt and drowning, that adrenaline shot through your system and gave you the temporary strength to overcome the damaged nerves, kind of like those stories you hear about the mother that can suddenly lift a truck off of her hurt child. The muscles in your legs are responding to my stimulus, the rubber hammer I was tapping you with, but not enough to allow you to get up and walk right now. However, since this opened the nerve pathways somehow, I think it is possible that you might be on the path to some sort of recovery. I don't want to get your hopes up, but you need to go see your regular physician soon,” the doctor told Blaine.

And so, even though the sun had set, the boys returned to the party, to cheers from everyone, and renewed hope in Blaine's heart.

“Hey, Kurt...where's Lauren?” Rachel asked,

“Not sure, I haven't seen her for a while. Maybe she's inside getting warmed up, it's a bit cool out here.”

“I haven't seen Puck for a while, either,” Blaine said, grinning. Last time they were missing people from the party, Josey was conceived.

Finn just looked at the other three and started laughing. “Yea, I think Kurt's right. She's getting warmed up alright.”

The two missing party goers finally returned, trying to sneak back before anyone saw them, but significant looks from Kurt, Blaine, Rachel, and Finn finally made the two of them blush – a feat that had not been achieved all year.

The party finally came to an end, but Kurt and Blaine were bittersweet. While all their friends had shared where they were headed and what schools they were going to be attending in the fall, Kurt and Blaine had no real plans. For two passionate people, having no plan to follow was draining their creativity and enthusiasm.

By the end of May, Blaine had made some progress. There was the first time he was able to move his toes, the day he could feel the pin pricks the therapist was doing on his calf, and finally he was fit with braces to allow him to stand. He couldn't walk yet, but he could stand.

“I'm so proud of you, baby. This is working, and one day you'll walk again, I know it,” Kurt said, his arms around Blaine as they lounged on the sofa watching a movie.

Blaine couldn't keep the smile from his face. The braces were heavy and uncomfortable, but he was glad to be able to stand at all. He leaned over to place his lips on his husband's mouth, softly moving over Kurt's lips. He took breath to speak and said, “I could never have done it without you. It has been a long, hard trial. But having you there every step of the way made it bearable. I do it for you, Kurt.”

Kurt smiled. He was happy Blaine recognized his contribution, but in his heart, he knew that it was Blaine's own strength that made him walk again. He went back to kissing Blaine, snuggling down into his neck, giving him love bites on his collar bone. Blaine kissed the scar that was being formed where Kurt hit his head on the pool edge. It was in the back of his head, and the tiny shaved strip was growing back. He smiled. His own head of curls had been growing and was now almost two inches long, and Kurt never let a chance to run his fingers through it go by.

“Blaine, want to play a game with me?” Kurt asked, a smile on his face.

“Ah, what kind of game?”

“Just a kid's game. But I think you'll like it,” Kurt said in a sort of sing-song, urging Blaine to come play.

“Sure. What do I have to do?”

“Take off your shirt,” Kurt replied, winking at Blaine.

“A naked kid's game, Kurt? Really? Where did you grow up?” Blaine said.

“Hey, just take it off, buddy, and I'll take mine off and we can go from there. You ready?”

“Okay,” Blaine took off his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, shaking his shoulders while whistling 'Big Spender' stripper music. Kurt laughed and did the same.

“Now, just lie down on the sofa on your tummy, hands folded under your chin,” Kurt instructed.

He took his finger and moved it across Blaine's back in swirling patterns.

“Okay, what did I just write?” Blaine turned his face to look at Kurt.

“I don't know....but maybe you should do it in print, not cursive. Cursive is too hard.”

“Okay, I'll try again.”

Kurt put out his index finger and wrote words on Blaine's back.

“You said 'Hello Baby'!” Blaine grinned. “My turn.”

Blaine sat up and Kurt turned his back for Blaine to write on. He thought for a moment, then moved his finger along Kurt's back. Kurt sat with a frown on his face for a second, trying to puzzle out what was written. “Hold...? Wait a sec...do it again.” Blaine did it a little slower. “Oh, Hold my hand!” Kurt giggled and took Blaine's hand in his and kissed the back of it. Then moved up to kiss the inside of Blaine's wrist and started to follow the vein up his forearm, kissing all the way.

“Hey, that's not part of the game. C'mon, it's your turn.”

Blaine turned his back and Kurt wrote on his back with his finger.

“Ah...I love to kiss?” Blaine guessed. Kurt smiled and leaned over to kiss Blaine, but Blaine gently turned Kurt away, taking his turn to put words on Kurt's back.

“Hey...'I love' is the first part. Not so original, baby, but...what? OH, no, you didn't. 'I love ice cream'?? Blaaaaiiiine!”

“Well, I do. And Mrs Shaw just got back from the grocery store.”

“Oh, and I'm guessing she got peppermint ice cream and butterscotch sauce?”

“Ah, well, if someone put it on her grocery list she just might have,” said Blaine, faking innocence.

“Honestly, baby. I have created a monster. It was bad enough last week when you gave me peppermint lip balm and then kissed me later wearing butterscotch lip balm. Who knew it even came in butterscotch? Then you were offering me a butterscotch candy and kissing me with a peppermint in your mouth. You are an addict,” but by the time he got this far, he was laughing so hard he could hardly speak.

“Hey, Local Harvest makes 32 kinds of lip balm – can I help it if the two I chose at random were those two?”

“Random, baby...random? Okay, I'll go get us some dessert,” Kurt smiled and left to fix Blaine his ice cream.

He was back in a few minutes with one large dish of the frozen concoction, several cherries on top. One spoon.

“Well, there's mine...where's yours?” Blaine asked.

“Not so fast. This is for both of us.” Kurt took the spoon and smeared just a little on his lip and turned to Blaine. Blaine's eyes lit up and he leaned forward to lick the ice cream off of Kurt's lips. Kurt took another spoon and fed it to Blaine, who took the spoon in his mouth with a sensuous moan, then put his finger in the sauce and put it in Kurt's mouth. Kurt sucked it off, swirling his tongue around the tip of Blaine's finger before slowly pulling it out with a pop sound. Blaine's eyes got bigger and he got another finger full and did it again.

They took turns feeding each other the ice cream, smears of butterscotch and peppermint all over their skin. Until Kurt pushed Blaine back on the sofa and dripped icy cold bits of the ice cream onto Blaine's nipples – bringing forth a squeal, so he was, of course, forced to warm them up again with his tongue. He tugged on the waistband of Blaine's jeans.

“Kurt, I love you and sometimes trust you...”

“Sometimes? SOMETIMES?” Kurt's eyes opened wide in mock innocence, batting his eyelashes.

“You just put ice cream on my nipples! Do you have any idea how cold that is?”

Kurt just giggled and pulled at the jeans again. Blaine turned half-way away to stop him.

Kurt took one of the cherries and popped it in his mouth. After a few seconds of some sort of wiggling and moving his tongue, Blaine watching in interest the whole time, Kurt removed the cherry – and there was a knot tied neatly in the cherry stem. Blaine's mouth fell open, and he unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down. With a self-satisfied grin, Kurt tugged the rest of Blaine's clothes off, removing his at the same time.

There wasn't much ice cream left in the bowl at this point, but Kurt scooped the last big spoonful into his mouth and leaned over into Blaine' lap, taking him into his mouth with the ice cream. Blaine moaned, his eyes getting huge. Kurt swirled his tongue around the head, moving the frozen spoonful so it was cold all over, then swallowed the ice cream, and began to suck and massage Blaine's cock with his tongue and lips, warming it up as he went. He had a hard time not smiling because the sounds coming from Blaine were quite entertaining.

“Scoot back,” Kurt asked, removing his mouth for a moment, and Blaine moved back against the back of the sofa, making room for Kurt to get on, too. Kurt had Blaine on his side, facing him. He got on the sofa facing Blaine, but his feet at the other end. He leaned forward to take Blaine back in his mouth – and Blaine got the idea and took Kurt into his own. Why hadn't they tried this before? It was easy to telegraph what you wanted and needed when both of you were doing the same thing. This was a novel experience and so they took their time, slowly licking and rubbing, moving just their lips over each other's cock, then taking them deep. At the end, Blaine came first, but it didn't matter because it was such a shared experience, Kurt was soon to follow and moved around to kiss Blaine's face.

They moved to the shower to wash the last of the stickiness from the ice cream and sauce off of their skin. Before Kurt lifted Blaine in his arms, Blaine snagged the last cherry out of the bowl, determined to learn to tie a knot in the stem with his tongue.

Along with the therapy to walk, Blaine was strengthening his arms. He could push himself in his wheelchair a little now, although he couldn't yet lift himself up. Kurt had a bar installed over the bed with a trapeze so Blaine could pull himself up to a sitting position without help, and Blaine used it to exercise his arm muscles.

“Why are you spending so much time building your arm muscles, baby? I already think you have the cutest biceps in Ohio,” Kurt teased one morning.

“I have a reason,” was all Blaine would say. But several weeks went by as he continued to work his muscles.

Then one Friday, he asked Kurt to take him to the music room and get out his violin. He hadn't played it much since he had the second bout of meningitis, and frankly he was a little afraid. He wasn't up to playing his cello – that took leg strength, too, but he thought he might be up to holding the violin.

Kurt placed it beside him, and Blaine gently took out the bow, turning the little knob to tighten the bowstrings and rubbed rosin over them. Kurt watched, always fascinated by Blaine's ability to lock himself in a world where only he existed with the instrument. Blaine picked up the violin itself, drawing the bow across the strings, but cringing a little as the sound wasn't to his liking. He hummed to himself, turning the little pegs and plucking the strings until it was tuned.

“Can you hit middle C for me?” he asked Kurt, who reached over and hit the note on the piano. Blaine plucked a string, smiled at Kurt and nodded his thanks.

“Care to hear a little Bach this morning?” Blaine smiled.

“Oh, of course!” Kurt beamed. He loved to hear Blaine play.

“Okay, here's Little Fugue in G Minor. It was the first thing I played at a recital when I was about 12.”

He closed his eyes and put the bow to the strings. He tapped his foot very lightly for a second and began to play. Kurt was mesmerized. Blaine played it all the way through, almost four minutes, and set the violin down on his lap, muscles shaking in his arms.

“That was beautiful, Blaine.” he heard from the doorway, looking up to see Mercedes standing with Josey in her arms. She smiled at him, obviously impressed. Josey was looking, kicking her little feet when the music stopped.

“Can you play, Mercy? I can't believe I never asked you that,” Blaine said.

“She and I took piano lessons together when we were kids,” Kurt supplied. “Do you still play?” he turned to Mercedes, reaching up to take Josey from her.

“I've played Blaine's piano here, but not a lot,” she answered, looking at Blaine and winking. She had asked him if she could play when she first moved in to the house with Cooper.

“Well, let's hear what you've got!” Blaine said, and Mercedes moved to the piano and opened the fallboard, looking over the keys. She sat and moved a bit to get comfortable, resting her hands on the keys and thinking. Just as she moved her hand to warm them up on the keys a bit, Finn and Rachel came in.

“This is where you're all hiding!” Rachel said, sitting down next to Kurt to give Josey a tiny kiss on her head. Finn stood by the piano, leaning to see what music was on it.

“What are you going to play?” he asked Mercy.

“Oh, something you all know,” she smiled and began to play. They all joined in as they heard the familiar tune:

If tomorrow is Judgment Day

And I'm standin' on the front line

And the Lord ask me what I did with my life

I'll say I spent it with you

(clap your hand's y'all it's alright)

It's alright

(clap your hands y'all it's alright)

If I wake up in World War III

I see destruction and poverty

And I feel like I want to go home

It's okay if you're coming with me

'Cause your love is my love

And my love is your love

It would take an eternity to break us

And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us

If I lose my fame and fortune

(really don't matter)

And I'm homeless on the street

And I'm sleepin' in Grand Central Station

It's okay if you're sleeping with me

And the years they pass by us

We stay young through each other's eyes

And no matter how old we get

It's okay as long as I got you babe

'Cause your love is my love

And my love is your love

It would take an eternity to break us

And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us

If I should die this very day

Don't cry, 'cause on earth we wasn't meant to stay

And no matter what the people say

I'll be waiting for you after the Judgment Day

'Cause your love is my love

And my love is your love

It would take an eternity to break us

And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us.

They all looked at each other, tears in their eyes, but smiles on their faces. Nobody wanted this special feeling to end, so they sang more songs, “Here's To Us”, “Last Friday Night”, “Try a Little Tenderness”, “Don't Stop Believing'”. Sometimes one would sing and the others listen, Blaine switched to guitar and played for some while Mercedes and Kurt took turns playing the piano. These six people, having ties to each other, loving each other, knew they would spend the rest of their lives connected to each other; no matter how far their lives took them they would still all be together as a family, and it made them so happy. At the end, everyone was tired and they sang “Hush, Little Baby” to Josey as her mama rocked her to sleep.

“You look so happy, baby. It makes me happy, too,” Kurt said to Blaine later that day. He had taken them to the clearing in the woods where they had proposed to each other. Even though it had rained the week before, the ground was dry and warm and Kurt spread a blanket for them to lay on. They hadn't seen any cars in the parking lot before they went so far along the little path, surrounded by trees and birdsong. Aramis frisked ahead, wagging his tail and smelling all the odors of the forest, but staying close to the boys.

“I am happy. I guess I don't stop to ponder it very much, but I really am. I have you, Kurt. What else could I ever want?” Blaine asked, turning a bit to grin up at Kurt.

“I can say the same thing. We've been through a lot in a year. A whole hell of a lot. But we came through it together,” Kurt said, parking the wheelchair beside the road. He stepped into the thicket, walking a ways and spreading the blanket before returning to pick Blaine up and carry him to their spot.

Settling down on the blanket next to Blaine, Kurt opened the picnic basket and handed Aramis a bone to chew. The collie took it gingerly from Kurt's fingers and walked a little way away to lie down and start chewing, his tail waving occasionally in the air. Next, he took out their food – sandwiches of roasted veggies on pita and fresh pineapple, grapes, and mango. He followed that with a small bottle of white wine and two plastic glasses.

They ate in relative silence, feeding each other little tidbits and giving tender kisses in between. Blaine was propped on his hands, leaning back, and Kurt was lying with his head in his husband's lap. Blaine was peeling grapes, dropping them into Kurt's mouth one at a time.

“I love that you're playing the violin again,” Kurt smiled, snaking his arm around Blaine's waist. “You are getting better every day. I could just sit and listen all the time.”

“I'm practicing so I can get into a good school. We're still going to New York next year, aren't we?”

“I hope so. But I wanted to run something past you. I've always wanted to go to NYADA. Now that Rachel has been accepted, I still would like to go – she'd be there so we could kind of support each other. One thing I have been thinking is that maybe she can live in the Anderson New York apartment this fall, and we can move in the next year. Or maybe as soon as the spring? We could start mid-year, I think. If you want to.” Kurt looked up, shading his eyes from the sun to see Blaine's face more clearly.

“That's a wonderful idea, Kurt! We should ask her. It would be so much better than having her do the dorm thing, she could study without so much interference. That apartment is closed unless somebody from the company needs it for a short term, so it wouldn't be hard to just make it for her now, then we can move in later. It has four bedrooms, so no problems with us all fitting, and it's already furnished.”

Kurt's eyebrow went up at that. “Really? Well, we can redecorate it, can't we? When we move there, I mean. I'm not sure I want to live in 'Early Corporate Hotel' décor."

Blaine laughed. “Of course we can redecorate! And for your information, it's decorated in 'Late Pottery Barn'. We'll go shopping in Greenwich Village and make it a hippie pad, or do some minimalist two-shade crap. Anything we want, Kurt.”

Kurt laughed, reaching over to tickle Blaine on his ribs a little.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching some birds flit from branch to branch in the trees. Blaine laid down, and Kurt rolled over onto his stomach, head propped on his hands to see Blaine's face. They both broke out in big grins, just to be together.

“Oh, my stars, baby, we are so cheesy,” Kurt said.

“Yeah, I know. But I wouldn't have it any other way, would you?” Blaine asked and Kurt shook his head. “Have you given much thought about which school you want to attend?”

“I think I really do want to go to NYU. Their Tisch School has a program for Broadway-bound students. You have to apply, then audition, but I think I can do it. If not, my backup plan is to go to design school. I have been planning, drawing, and constructing clothes since I was a kid. I'd be just as happy doing that. Hell, I'd be happy pumping gas if I was with you, baby. You know that,” Kurt told him.

Blaine smoothed a few strands of hair out of Kurt's eyes, moving his hand down to cup his cheek. He scooted forward to give Kurt a sweet kiss on his lips. “Me, too, Kurt.”

“But tell me where you'd like to study. Tisch?”

“Not my first choice, but I'd be happy there. I don't even want Julliard, though the same applies. After reading about them, I want to try the Manhattan School of Music. I need to get back in practice, though. Any program, no matter where I go, will require a lot of stamina. I'm willing to put in the hours, but I just don't feel very confident about my strength,” Blaine looked away.

“Oh, baby. Don't worry so much. We have a year. I know we can do it. I'll be there every step and together we can get this. You know we can look at how far you've come in just a month?,” Kurt kissed Blaine, then sat up and gathered him into his arms, kissing his face, his neck, giving him love bites on his neck while Blaine lost himself in holding on to Kurt, running his hands over his back, down his shoulder blades, across his chest.

Blaine took Kurt's hand and pressed it to his own chest,” I know we'll be okay - because this beats for you, Kurt. Only you. Always you.” And it felt like in saying so to Kurt, something was lifted from his heart, making it easier to beat. Kurt took Blaine's hand and did the same. They could make their dreams come true.