He had many accomplishes in his life, but he could honestly say that being here, in this bed, naked, and tired, and hopelessly in love with the man beside him, was definitely the best of all. He couldn't explain it . . . there was just something about him . . . something that moved him. Blaine loved Kurt. He loved everything about him. The way laughed and sang; the way he walked and danced. How, no matter how hard he tried to keep his hair in perfect condition, there's always be on strand or two out of place. He loved him whether he were happy or angry or any other feeling that angelic creature could feel.

And he made Blaine feel. He was never jealous before Kurt. And to tell the truth, Blaine never wanted a person the way Blaine wanted Kurt. Not just to have him for sex or to show him around, but for the moments like this. Blissful, and peaceful, and perfect.

Blaine didn't know if he could live without this feeling, and was very, very sure he had no intention of doing so.

"Where are you goooooooing?" He groaned childishly as Kurt got out of bed. "Come baaaaaaaaaaack!"

Kurt giggled softly, heading over to his dresser to pick out a clean pair of boxers, slipping them on quickly. "It's almost two in the afternoon! You didn't expect to stay in bed all day did you?"

Blaine thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, kinda." Kurt smiled, heading to the clothes. "Seriously, can you in angry and in charge more often? That was amazing."

Kurt turned and glared. "You don't want to mess with my bitch side." Pulling out a plain black tee and skinny jeans, Kurt dressed quickly and then plopped down onto the bed, causing a tired "oof!" to escape from his boyfriend/pre-fianc�. "I have to go speak to Sue before the club opens."

"But now? Can't you do it later? Or tomorrow? Just stay, please?"

"You're almost too hard to resist." Kurt murmured, his mouth hovering over Blaine's.

"Then don't! I can make it worth your while." Blaine pulled Kurt closer, but Kurt pushed away.

"Its always worth my while. Need I remind you there would be no need to go if it weren't for the stunt you pulled!"

"I did that out of sheer love and you know that!"

"Yes, I do. And if it's even possible to love you even more than I already do, then I do. But I still have to talk about her calling it off, and to see if she found my replacement yet."

"Replacement?" Blaine mimicked.

"Yeah, you see, after that romantic night at the restaurant, where you pretty much pre-proposed, I went to Sue the next day giving her my two-weeks notice."

"Y-you . . . you quit?"

"The moment they find another male lead, I'm out of there."

Blaine stayed silent for a moment, thinking. Kurt quit. He quit Cherri-Ohs! And once a replacement was found, he would never have to step foot into that God forsaken musical cat house ever again. "But . . . why?"

Kurt smiled softly, his fingers grazing softly up and down Blaine's cheek. "Because, silly, we're gonna have a life of our own soon; and /life of our own/ doesn't involve me working in a place like that."

"You love it."

"I love what it gave me. An opportunity to sing, and dance, and perform with my friends. To meet all different people and to be young, and live in the night life of New York City. And most of all, it gave me you. And now, it's giving me a choice, and I'm choosing to leave; as all the great ones do. Do you really think Dorothy stayed in Kansas after that dream? Or Audrey continued to eat at Tiffany's? Now it's my turn to move on."

Blaine sighed, staring dreamingly up the flawless man before him. "I love you. I am so . . . in love with you."

Kurt leaned close, their lips inches apart. "Some here handsome." Not being able to hold on any longer, Kurt let their lips touch, smiling happily into the kiss.