"Hey," He said slowly, not wanting to frighten him. Kurt looked up, his eyes tired. "Everything alright?"

Kurt nodded slowly, breathing deeply. "Couldn't sleep." He replied.

Stepping closer, Blaine sighed at the sight of Kurt in the moonlight. Whether he was flawless, as before, or broken, like he's been since the attack, Kurt's most angelic features never seemed to go away. Blaine was thankful for this. It proved the Kurt he loved so much was still there.

Walking to the china closet, Blaine began to tinker with the record player. He was one of the few people who brought the vinyl disks of an artist, no matter what the cost. Getting to the song he wanted, he turned back to Kurt.

"May I have this dance?"

Looking up at his boyfriend, Kurt nodded, and placed his hand in Blaine's.

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Blaine held Kurt close as they swayed to the music. It had been a while since they had moments like this - peaceful and content. Kurt's head was resting against his shoulder, his eyes closed calmly.

"Come away with me . . . in the night." Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear softly, reciting the hook of the song. Kurt breathed deeply, shuffling closer. Blaine noticed this, but didn't stop their movements. Instead he wrapped his arms tighter around his boyfriend, and continued to sing along until neither could dance any longer.

Once in bed, Kurt snuggled against Blaine, his head resting gently upon Blaine's chest, and drifted slowly sleep with Blaine's arms around him. Blaine kissed his head; the last stanza still playing in his head.

"Come aaaaaway with meeeeee."