Kurt stumbled into his apartment and cursed himself for accepting the third drink from Isabelle yet again, because he really should've known better. He'd always been an emotional drunk, the times he actually succumbed to the temptation of alcohol or to the pressure from his classmates or co-workers, so it shouldn't have been a surprise that he got unsettled. Any other time, he would've easily avoided a breakdown like that, but the stress of the day had already brought him down before he even touched the first drink.

"Hey sweetie," Blaine's voice was like a balm on his nerves, "you left the door open."

"I knew you were coming," Kurt shrugged, "at least I hoped I didn't scare you off."

"You're not getting rid of me that easily."

He felt Blaine's arms wrap around his waist and immediately began calming down, like Blaine was the anchor he needed to settle his shaky breathing and racing mind.

"So," Blaine whispered in his ear, "we should talk about what's got you panicking."

"Yeah," Kurt mumbled, letting himself relax into the embrace.

"Is it me? Have I done something…?"

Kurt shook his head before Blaine could finish the sentence, because his panic had nothing to do with anything his boyfriend said or did.

"No, it's…"

"If this is heading towards 'it's not you, it's me', I'll definitely start to worry," Blaine chuckled humorlessly.

"I'm not breaking up with you," Kurt whispered, "God, no."

"Good," Blaine's lips brushed against Kurt's neck, "because I'd fight you on that."

"I just," Kurt sighed, trying to figure out how to explain his mind, "This is perfect. You are perfect. And perfect things don't happen in my life, that's why… I guess I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop."

"You know I'm not letting go that easily, right?"

"I want to believe it," Kurt's whisper got lower with each word, "I really want to know this is for good, but I'm scared."

"So am I," Blaine admitted, "But… I know it's been such a short time and it might seem too soon… I'm already falling in love with you, Kurt. There's no going back for me."

"I…"

Kurt turned around in Blaine's arms and felt the smile tugging on his lips.

"I've fallen in love with you already," he whispered and leaned in for a kiss.

They stayed like that for a while, kissing gently; their arms wrapped around each other but unmoving, letting the weight of the confessions sink in. Until Blaine pulled away and brushed his thumb over Kurt's jaw, following the movement with his eyes.

"We should get some sleep," he muttered, "I have to be back in the morning for the photos."

"Stay," Kurt breathed out before he could stop himself, "You're already here… please, stay."

"Are you sure?"

Kurt nodded and waited for Blaine's quiet "OK" then linked their fingers together and led Blaine towards the bedroom, still feeling a little jittery but a lot calmer than earlier in the evening.

"I don't have ulterior motives," he explained when he pulled away once they were in the room and rummaged through his drawer for clothes they could sleep in, "I just don't… I don't want to sleep alone tonight."

"Thank you," Blaine grabbed the clothes he was handed over, "Me either."

They changed in silence and soon were both slipping under the blanket, immediately moving close to each other. Without needing to talk, Blaine stretched out on his back and wrapped his arms around Kurt, who rested his head on Blaine's chest, letting the steady heartbeat lull him into sleep.