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Blaine tugged on Kurt’s hand as he practically ran up the stairs.

“Simmer down, Blaine. We’re not running a marathon here,” Kurt huffed as they reached the top of the stairs.

Blaine slowed down and turned toward Kurt who was a little winded. “Sorry. I just wanted to rush out of there so I could spend more time with you. Alone.” Blaine looked at Kurt with his puppy dog eyes as he opened the door to their entertainment room and clicked on the lights.

“You better quit making those puppy dog eyes at me,” Kurt insisted as he wagged his finger at him. “You know that is totally unnecessary.”

This made Blaine only emphasize the look on his face, exaggerating his lips as they made their way into a pouty frown. “But baaaaaby…” he whined.

Kurt rolled his eyes and bopped Blaine on the nose. “Oh, you,” he said, plopping down onto the dark leather sofa across from the TV.

Blaine’s face quickly contorted to its normal appearance and he walked over to the massive DVD collection, which flanked both sides of the television. He perused for a moment, skipping over movies Kurt would hate.

Scarface, no way. Tangled, nah. Titanic, too long. Moulin Rouge, just saw it.

“What would you like to watch?” he asked as he turned to Kurt. “I can’t decide.”

“How about Love Actually?” Kurt suggested. “It’s such an amazing movie and I haven’t seen it in awhile. Plus, it’s romantic and a little sad at times too.”

“Kurt, that’s kind of a Christmas movie. Christmas isn’t for another few months,” Blaine stated, pointing to the calendar on the wall noting that it was October.

“Like it really matters. Besides, Christmas is one of your favorite times of year. I’m surprised you’re protesting my selection.”

Blaine chuckled as he turned the DVD player on and slipped the DVD into place. “I’m never opposed to Christmas movies, especially not this one. I’m just glad I get to watch the movie with you here in person rather than Skyping each other and chatting through our movie nights.”

As Blaine pushed play and headed back toward the couch, he looked at Kurt whose smile had changed into a slight frown. Blaine was worried that he said something wrong.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked as he eased onto the couch next to Kurt.

Kurt sighed. “I thought that having a long distance relationship would be easier than it is. I keep thinking back to a piece of advice I got from Mr. Shue when I left for New York. He said that long distance relationships require so much more work than one where we see each other every day since we have to fight for each moment together.” Blaine saw him look over at him for a moment before shifting his eyes back to his nervous hands. “I don’t want to break up, ever. We’ve made that clear. But I don’t want to feel like you’re ‘on the side’ or a part-time job or something. Knowing that next weekend I’ll be in New York and we’ll be doing movie night over Skype yet again makes me a little melancholy.”

Kurt stood up and started pacing as the thoughts he’d been keeping in spewed from his mouth, with Blaine watching him nervously from the couch. “I know that this year is just a blip in time and that come this time next year, things will be totally different. But I can’t help but live in this moment right now and feel like I don’t get enough of you. Don’t get me wrong, every second we’re together, it’s like I’m on cloud nine. But then during the train ride home, I get depressed and wonder if you’ll think all of this is worth it in a few months.”

Kurt shoved his hands into his pockets as he turned on his heel. “Blaine, I-I…”

Blaine got up from the couch and stood directly in Kurt’s path, colliding with him when he turned to continue pacing as Hugh Grant’s voice trickled from the TV. “Kurt. Stop.” He said, reaching out and grasping Kurt’s wrists.

Blaine looked at him, but Kurt couldn’t meet his gaze. “Look at me.” Kurt tilted his head forward slightly, meeting Blaine’s eyes as worry and sadness seeped from each look.

“You are worth it. You’ll always be worth it.” Kurt smiled slightly, but the grin hadn’t reached his eyes. “Look, we’ve already had a rough few months. And Mr. Shue was right, this year is probably going to suck,” Blaine said as he placed his hands on Kurt’s shoulders. “But know that since we have each other now and we get each other in the end, this year won’t be able to shake us.”

Kurt’s eyes looked less worried as Blaine spoke softly. “I am so in love with you, Kurt,” Blaine choked as he pulled Kurt in for a hug. With Kurt’s shoulders under his own, he could feel Kurt sink into the hug and wrap his hands around Blaine’s waist, nuzzling into Blaine’s neck.

“Just promise me that even when things are busy and you’re having a rough day, that we can talk about it. I don’t care how – Facebook, email, text, or Skype. I just want to feel like I’m here,” Kurt said quietly, barely loud enough for Blaine to hear.

Blaine pulled away and kept his arms around Kurt’s neck, still feeling his boyfriend’s arms on his hips. “You’re always here,” he said, motioning toward his heart.

Kurt’s eyes cracked a tear as he pulled Blaine in for an even closer hug. They stood there for a moment, in each other’s arms, until Kurt finally looked over at the movie.

“Ooh, this is my favorite part. I love the wedding scene!” he exclaimed, as if snapping out of his sadness for the sake of the rom-com. Blaine just snickered as Kurt turned back toward him. “What? It’s so sweet! With the band and The Beatles’ song. So cute.”

“You’re such a romantic.”

“But you love it.”

“Yes, I do. And I love you too,” Blaine said as he headed back to the couch to get comfortable for the rest of the movie. He sat down on the couch and reclined slightly onto its arm as Kurt stayed next to the television, eyes glued to its screen like a moth to the flame.

“Uh, Kurt. You are going to make yourself go blind standing so close to the TV. Come and sit with me.”

Kurt came out of his haze and robotically joined Blaine on the couch, eyes still turned on the TV. As he slunk into position on Blaine’s chest, Blaine put his chin in Kurt’s hair and draped his arm over his shoulder. Despite the fact that Kurt had seen this movie a billion times, he still watched it as if it was his first; and he couldn’t help but smile at how adorable his boyfriend was. Feeling Kurt’s warmth against his chest, he sighed and his breath soon slowed as he drifted off to sleep.