More than words,

is all you have to do, 

to make it real,

Then you wouldn't have to say, 

that you love me,

Cause I'd already know. 

Blaine couldn't find a single thing he loved more than hearing Kurt tell him how much he loved him. It was his favorite sound in the world. He couldn't ever, nor would he ever trade it for anything. Everytime the words came out of his mouth Blaine felt the the hairs on his arms stand up, as if some sort of electric shock. 

But other days, Kurt's touch made him feel like he was being electricuted. On the days when Kurt would see Blaine at his locker, and only put his hands on the younger boys hips, Blaine could hardly keep his hands to himself. And on days when all Kurt would do was kiss him on the forehead without saying hello, Blaine could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. 

So when Blaine was standing face to face with the love of his life, in their apartment for the first time since they'd moved in. He waited. He waited for Kurt to be the first one to say something. So when Kurt leaned over, simply kissing him, he didn't have to resist the urge to pull him in closer. 

"I love you so much."