"That tickles, Blaine."

"I know." Blaine informed him, biting his shoulder gently. "That's why I'm doing it."

Kurt turned in Blaine's arms and nuzzled against his chest, sighing deeply. The first night with Blaine had been out of this world. Romantic and sexy, full of rushed moans and deep kisses. It was something Kurt had never experienced before, and something he didn't want to give up.

It got even better in time; they grew and learned what the other liked and soon, it was as simple as ABC/123 to please one another.

Kurt loved his new sense of commitment; being tied down to one person, not having to be paid for the pleasure he can very easily give. He still had to dance the clients and socialize, but other than that and the nightly performances, his job was done. He made less money, of course, but he didn't mind. Being able to spend more time with his friends and family, and Blaine; being able to wear more of his clothes and sleep more into the night (or not sleep, nowadays), was beyond worth it.

But, along with this new found love, came another feeling: fear. Kurt wasn't a very smart man; he knew about fashion and music and people, but in typical things, he was just an ordinary guy; but he did know one thing: when you're in love, you're in love.

And that's what he was. With all body, soul, and heart, he was in love with Blaine. He was shocked, when he first realized. It was like a fire had gone off inside him. He woke one morning after a night which involved less sleep and more love making, finding Blaine still sleeping beside him. He stared down at the man and so any thoughts popped inside his head: how fluffy and curly his hair was when he didn't comb or down it in gel; how adorable he looks with his eyes closed and mouth parted ever so slightly; how his back lifted and rose with every breath he took.

Beautiful, Kurt noted. Oh how I love this man, his thought, almost jumping as if he said it aloud.

Being who he was growing up and how people treated him, he was raised to know love wasn't something you just toss around willy nilly. If you something, you truly love it; not just like it to the extreme. So when he realized he loved Blaine, it wasn't that he had a big crush on him, but that he was one hundred percent, over the moon, starship in the sky, heart beating a million miles an hour when you touch, in love.

And as scared as it made him, it also made him happy. Because if he was ever going to love someone, it would be someone as kind, and caring, and devoted as Blaine. Someone so talented, and understanding, and open with himself. It was like a teenage dream, finding something he always wanted; something he thought he'd never have.

The only thing to do now was tell him, but how? Kurt pondered. You can just spit it out! No! It was must thought about said at the right time! It must be romantic, and perfect, and amazing!

"Mine." Blaine muttered, pulling Kurt closer, kissing the top of his head before snuggling against the pillow.

Kurt sighed, closing his eyes tightly, knowing this was the real thing.