Spending my time with Blaine forced me to expand my vocabulary because what happened to him could be called nothing short of a miracle.  Or magic.  I still don't know and I don't want to know.  What matters is that it happened.

And what happened after sometimes I'm sure is the consequence of residual magic or whatever from Blaine because a year later found us back in New York City getting ready for my first ever fashion show of my designs. 

That first year, everything had gone so smoothly I was sure I was living someone else's life.  But Blaine was there when I wrestled with my grandparents over inheriting my father's position at Bell Books and in the end somehow managed a position that allowed me to supervise as well as pursue my interests in fashion.  He was there when the plans for Imagine Me and You eventually fell through--and I just couldn't bring myself to be too broken up about it.  He was there as I worked late nights and searched for investors and planned the show.  Sometimes I still thought I was dreaming; that I had dreamt Blaine up.  But every time I had that feeling, Blaine would pull me back with a firm kiss in the morning or a smack on my ass as I made dinner or I would feel the weight of him against me at night and I just knew that he was real; that he wasn't going anywhere.  He was there through all of my hard work.  It occurred to me that maybe that was why it all felt so simple.

But a little magic couldn't hurt, either.

So there I was, clinging to Blaine's hand as we rode together on our way to the big event.  He looked dashing in his suit--finished with a signature bow-tie that I had always been fond of.

"Are you nervous?" Blaine turned to glance at me.

I gave him a look and Blaine just smirked and squeezed my hand reassuringly.  "You're gonna kill it.  Don't even worry."

"Easier said than done," I muttered.  Blaine just chuckled.

When we arrived, there were paparazzi and celebrities everywhere in the bright lights of the showroom.  After the bombardment of cameras there was the parade of well-wishers.  There was Rachel then Tina then Blaine's friends--people I had come to know over the year--Santana was there to see Brittany on the runway; Puck, Quinn, and Beth (with Sugar's hand clasped tightly in her own little one.)  And then Carole with Finn throwing me a thumbs up as we crossed paths.  It was bordering on overwhelming, but I enjoyed every moment of it.

All of my hard work had finally come to fruition on this night.  I watched nervously as each outfit was modeled down the runway, biting my lip as I caught sight of famous critics across the way.  I had done it all on my own, with no help from my grandparents whatsoever.  It had been freeing and terrifying all at once.  Every once in a while I found myself wishing my father was there to see me through it, but I took comfort in knowing that it was what he wanted for me.

Because I was finally really and truly happy.

I was suddenly broken out of my surreal bubble when Blaine leaned over to whisper in my ear, "It's going wonderfully.  Everyone loves it.  You're amazing."

I turned to capture his lips in a quick kiss before turning to watch the last of the show.  Only Blaine would know this, but each design was slightly inspired by him and every experience I had with him.  It was just another way he was interwoven into my life.

When it ended, the crowd erupted in applause and I could feel my cheeks burning.  Blaine pulled me into a tight hug and planted a huge kiss on my cheek.  I clung to him, unable to believe it.  Everyone seemed to love it.  I wondered if my life would stop feeling like a dream any time soon; I hoped it wouldn't.

Everything after the show is a blur.  Blaine and I were crowded by friends and family, people trying to drag us this way and that to after-parties and extra excuses to celebrate.  But the excitement had exhausted everything out of me.  One look at Blaine and I knew what I wanted to do.

I squeezed his hand in my own.  "Let's go home."

Blaine had moved in with Kurt immediately after their return to New York--there was never any question about whether he would.  During that first year Kurt helped him land a job as an elementary school teacher and had watched him experience his very first cold--which even Blaine will admit he handled with all the grace of a four-year-old.  Kurt was there, helping him to adjust to life.  And Blaine was there to support Kurt to achieve his dreams.

He really couldn't ask for more.

Blaine pulled Kurt into their apartment, spinning around to grin widely at him.  "Kurt that was... that was fantastic."

"I can't believe it," Kurt sighed.

"Believe it," Blaine pulled him close to envelope him in a tight hug, inhaling Kurt's scent and feeling so happy he thought he might burst.

Kurt just laughed and pulled back far enough to kiss him.  "I couldn't have done it without you."

"Well, that's just not true," Blaine spun Kurt around and backed them up into the bedroom.  And before Kurt could retort, Blaine planted another kiss on his lips and Kurt's muffled reply was lost.

As was usual with them, no words were really needed.  They fell into sync easily, peeling off clothes on the way to the bed, mouths attached to each and every swath of quickly heating skin they could get at.

And while it was easy with Kurt, Blaine knew it would never be boring.  Part of what always made Kurt so special, what drew Blaine to him, was his spontaneity--always surprising Blaine just when he thought he had Kurt figured out.

In many ways, Blaine was glad he couldn't really remember his past--there was only ever Kurt now.  It was like his life hadn't started until they met--everything before Kurt just didn't matter.  Kurt was his past, present, and future.  Blaine could not find it in himself to miss his life before because somehow he knew he was right where he belonged now.

And where he belonged was there in Kurt's arms.  Blaine had quickly lost himself in kissing Kurt after they had fallen onto the bed.  He found himself wishing he could physically lose himself in Kurt's body; get as close as possible forever.  Blaine voiced as much and practically swooned at the sound of Kurt's deep chuckle and hum of agreement.  "Me, too, Blaine.  Me, too."

Blaine would take the next best thing.  He felt Kurt's questing fingers sliding down his back and arched into the touch.

"Kurt?" the question was unnecessary, but Blaine couldn't hold his feelings in and they spilled out in the form of his love's name.  He still often found himself overwhelmed with emotions and reaching out for Kurt to anchor him.

Kurt pulled back from where his face had been buried in Blaine's neck and Blaine saw him smirking up at him.  "Right here, love," Kurt giggled and pulled Blaine closer again, wrapping his legs around Blaine's hips and lining their bodies up perfectly.

They fed off of each other's energy--the adrenaline from the night making the atmosphere even more intoxicating.  Soon, it was just them and sweat-sticky skin; skin that Blaine couldn't keep his hands off of as they moved together.

Blaine had had other plans for the night, but with Kurt was so gorgeous laid out beneath him, looking up at him with eyes dark and shining that all of those plans went out the window.  He reached down between them to wrap his hand around both of their erections, grinning at the pleased groan from Kurt as his made his grip a little firmer and started sliding his hand along them both.

Blaine leaned down and brought their lips together in a deep kiss, savoring every slide of Kurt's tongue along his while his hand continued to work them both over, increasing in speed.  Blaine's own low moans were swallowed up by Kurt, but he quickly began to spread kisses down the side of Kurt's neck as he got closer and closer.

When Kurt's hand joined his, wrapping around both their lengths, it didn't take long until Blaine came with a near silent cry, teeth slightly digging into Kurt's shoulder.  Their hands didn't stop until Kurt's back was bowing and he was crying his climax with a, "Yes, Blaine."

Blaine found himself near to collapsing on top of Kurt and pushed himself over to lay next to him, but didn't quite make it.  They both laughed, still breathing hard, as Blaine landed half on Kurt--their legs tangled and nearly elbowing him in the chest.  Blaine somehow found the strength to roll onto his side to look at Kurt properly.  He is the most exquisite being on earth, he thought, I just--

"Stop it," Kurt opened his eyes to turn to look at Blaine, a wry smile on his face.

"What?" Blaine asked.

"I can hear you thinking ridiculously cheesy things," Kurt replied, a glint in his eye because he knew Blaine couldn't deny it.

Blaine just looked at Kurt for a moment, his heart swelling for just how much he felt for this man who changed his entire life.  "I love you."

Kurt smiled at that.  "I love you, too."  He leaned over to give Blaine a lingering kiss, just the slightest touch of his tongue against the seam of Blaine's lips.  It was cut short when Blaine yawned.  Kurt chuckled.  "Tired?"

"Mhmm," Blaine nodded.  "You're not?"

"Not even a little."  It was Blaine's turn to smile; he didn't blame Kurt for being wound up after such a big night.

Blaine pretended to mull something over for a moment.  "I guess I could stay up for round two..." He squawked when Kurt tackled him and began bombarding him with kisses.

They eventually ended up on the couch--Kurt in his pajamas and Blaine back in his dress shirt and underwear, having been too tired to find something proper--cuddling in the blue glow of some Lifetime TV movie.

Kurt's tucked up against Blaine's chest, his hair tickling his nose a little and for what must be the millionth time, Blaine found himself marveling at his life.  While Kurt seemed to be in a constant state of disbelief at their fortune, Blaine just embraced each new experience as an adventure, further solidifying his existence in this world, in Kurt's world.

Trading in his status as an imaginary friend seemed to be a small sacrifice in exchange for being able to be at Kurt's side forever.  He got to support and take care of him like he always had.  Only except now, he had the added benefit of being taken care of himself--and he had found he enjoyed that immensely.  He had a strong suspicion Kurt knew, but if he hammed things up a bit from time to time just to get more of Kurt's attention he really didn't think either of them minded.

And then, curled up on the couch together after one of the biggest nights of Kurt's career, Blaine was just overcome with what he could only describe as complete happiness.

He wiggled his toes, knocking his ankle against Kurt's foot to see if he was still awake.  "Kurt?"

"Mmmm," Kurt hummed in reply, only burrowing more into Blaine's chest.

"Kurt," Blaine brushed a hand down Kurt's back. "I'm so proud of you."

Blaine heard the lightest of hums but knew Kurt was already asleep, the night had finally caught up with him.

Blaine just held him tighter, drifting asleep with thoughts of how after everything, being in love with Kurt was the most magical experience of his life.

Imagine that.