So whether it be working on Kurt's clothing line in Milan or in Los Angeles open his wedding planning business; or even just staying in New York, heading over to Ohio from time to time to visit family; they would be together. And no matter what anybody said, they were made for each other. Soul mates, through and through.

The sun hit down on his chest gently as the two lie in bed one early morning. Blaine's eyes were closed as Kurt lied half on top of him, drawing small circles across his bare chest, as he whispered in his ear.

What he was saying? Silly little things. How cute Blaine looked when he slept. How soft the small hairs on his chest feel against Kurt's fingers. Blaine smiled, moaning softly. It was mornings like these that made him grateful for the small things.

Finally, Kurt said something different. "I have a surprise for you." He murmured in Blaine's ear.

"Oh?" Blaine raised a brow, though his eyes remain shut.

"Stay here," Kurt said, jumping quickly off the bed.

Blaine remained still, his arms behind his head as he snuggled against the mattress. He pondered on what Kurt's surprise was. Maybe something naughty, like a new toy or maybe even whip cream. Maybe a pet? Blaine always wanted a puppy. Maybe a new-

Blaine's eyes snapped open the moment the sound hit his ears. Kurt stood in the doorway; strapped to him was Blaine's guitar. Blaine sat up in shock, his jaw dropping. Kurt walked forward, strumming slowly, a playful smile across his face.

"I never took lessons," Kurt admitted, pulling the guitar from around his neck. "Vocal instruments were more my specialties."

"I-I . . . how? This . . . is it really mine?" Blaine questioned, taking the guitar, lying it out across his lap. Every detail, every design, it fit his perfectly.

"Your one and only." Kurt said. "See," flipping the guitar over, Kurt showed the small "BA" that was carved on the back.

"But . . . How? How did you buy it back from Ernie? He would've charged twice what I had to give."

Kurt took the seat beside him, smiling victoriously. "Ah, well here's the best part: I didn't buy it." Blaine cocked his head. "It just so happens that Mr. Canadeo is a big football fan. And seeing as I happen to know a professional football player, I set up a little meet and greet. Ironically, it turns out he has a football-loving gay nephew. Long story short: he and Dave have officially become a couple. And since it was his favorite nephew and I brought them together, Ernie wanted to thank me."

"And you got him to give it to you? Just like that?"

"Well, it took some persuading, he seemed to get how much it meant to you. Besides, from what I overheard, he just bought Eric Clapton's guitar and is flying over to England to pick it up. Long story short: he won't be missing yours."

Blaine sat in silent, staring how at his long-lost item. His favorite item. Back when he was selling it, in his heart he knew it was the right thing. He never thought he'd see it again, and yet, here it was. All because of Kurt. He knew he had to thank Dave for helping out, but right now, he had something more important to do.

"I love you." He said simply, pulling Kurt closer.

They kissed softly, resting his foreheads together as they pulled away. With their fingers entwined, their matching silver things caught the light and began to sparkle. The two noticed it and began to smile. It was amazing how something so small could made something so amazing. But then again, love had the same effect.