Kurt sighed as he thought about the question.
Blaine gazed into Kurt's oceany eyes as he watched him think.

"Yeah. I do." He softly spoke, "I miss being so free, out in the world. I thought that's what death would give to me...freedom. I was wrong." His voice was hushed as he calmly spoke to Blaine. He fully trusted this boy. "Yes. I do miss being alive, feeling warm instead of always so cold but... death brought me to you."

Blaine softly smiled, "You really feel that way?"
"With all my heart." Kurt returned the smile and gave Blaine's hand a soft squeeze.

"Do you miss your friends and family?" The moment Blaine had said it he regretted it.
Kurt's face fell sad and he took his eyes away from Blaine's. He unlocked their fingers and turned away so his back was now facing Blaine.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry." He placed a warm hand on Kurt's back when he heard a muffled sniffle from him.
"No it's okay, really I-" Kurt said in between sniffles.
"No Kurt, I really didn't mean for that to hurt you. I'm awful."
"Blaine no. It just caught me off guard and- you see me crying to often. It's embarrassing." Kurt whimpered into his hands.

"Kurt, baby-please?" Blaine spooned Kurt's back, wrapping his arms around his upper waist.

Kurt's stomach flopped. No one had ever called him 'baby' before- atleast not in this way.

"You don't ever have to be embarrassed around me. I'll never judge you for crying, you have every right to." He nuzzled his nose into the nape of Kurt's neck, whispering softly.

"Are you positive it's not annoying?" Kurt quietly asked.
"Positive." Blaine placed soft kisses there.
"O-or ugly?"
"Never ugly." Blaine's hot breath sent chills down Kurt's spine, "It might sound weird but, you're so beautiful when you cry. Your eyes get all shiny and so, so blue and deep. It's something I love about you." He placed another warm kiss on Kurt's neck.

Kurt was quiet for a moment.
"You love that about me?" He shyly asked.
"I love everything about you." Blaine corrected himself.

"I...I love everything about you too, Blaine." Kurt let himself melt into Blaine's arms a bit more, feeling relaxed.

"Hey Kurt?" Blaine started.
"Yes?" He turned his head slightly.
"Is it okay if I say...that I love you?" He nervously smiled.

Kurt quickly turned around to look at Blaine's face to see if this was some sort of joke. His face instantly lit up when he saw the cutest little smile from Blaine, "Really?!"

"Yeah." Blaine couldn't help but to let his smile spread across his entire face.
"You really mean it?" Kurt's smile turned into a longing gaze at Blaine. His heart was basically melting in his chest right then and there.
"Yes!" Blaine said again, nodding with excitement.
"Oh my god!" Kurt pushed his lips onto Blaine's.

They both sighed into the simple yet wonderful kiss that they loved to share together.
"Wait-" Blaine pulled away, "Do you love me too?"
"Do you even need to ask?! Yes!" Kurt's smile was the biggest most beautiful smile Blaine had ever seen him wear.

"Say it." Blaine smugly raised an eyebrow.
Kurt mockingly cleared his throat, "Blaine Anderson."
Blaine tried to force away the laugh that was threatening to spill out, "Why yes, Kurt Hummel?"
Kurt giggled, "I love you."

"Kurt? Kurt wake up?"

~

"Kurt?" He felt Blaine shake his shoulder, "Kuurrrrt? Are you sleeping?" Blaine shouted in his ear.

He felt his eyelids slowly open and felt Blaine behind him shaking his shoulder still. "Mm?" He groaned as he rubbed his now throbbing ear, "Was I dreaming?" His voice was groggy from sleep.
Blaine lightly chuckled, "I dunno but you were seriously out cold."

Kurt closed his eyes and sighed. It was all just another dream. Another lovely dream about Blaine. Ever since three months ago when they had first met, all his nightmares had left him and turned into beautiful, realistic dreams. They kept becoming more and more vivid every time he slept, and now it hurt to wake up.

"How long was I sleeping?" He yawned softly as he rubbed his eyes.
"Not too long. Just about the last twenty minutes of the movie" Blaine tightened his grip around Kurt's waist as he spooned him.

"That's my favorite part." Kurt groaned into one of the many pillows he was on top of.
"That's alright, we can watch it anytime you want."

Kurt felt himself smile and he didn't even need to respond as he snuggled further into Blaine.

"So uh- what were you dreaming about?" Blaine curiously asked.

Kurt was not about to confess that he loved him and just had a ridiculously cheesy dream about it. It was too soon. What if Blaine didn't feel the same way? It was too risky. "Don't remember." Kurt shrugged.

"Oh." Blaine casually said without a second thought, "I thought I might've heard you mumble someth-"
"Blaine Anderson!" Blaine was cut off by the sound of the front door swinging open and his father's familiar, angry voice, "What is this mess?!"

Blaine quickly scrambled out of the fort, tripping over his feet and stood in front of the television.
Kurt panicked and ducked underneath a blanket even though he knew he wouldn't be seen by them.

"You guys are home." Was all Blaine could choke out.
"What is this?!" Mr. Anderson's frown was deep and threatening.
"It's just a- a fort." Blaine explained.
"Grow up Blaine. Clean this up NOW."
"Fine. Stop freaking out dad." Blaine mumbled as he began pulling the fort apart slowly, avoiding eye contact with his parents.

"Excuse me?!"

And then Kurt heard it. The loud slap of Mr. Anderson's hand across his only sons cheek. He heard a small gasp from Lisa Anderson.

Kurt covered his mouth to keep himself from screaming or going into a fit of sobs.

From underneath all the blankets all Kurt could see was Blaine's hands clench into tight fists from the pain.

"Nothing sir." Blaine quietly squeaked out.

"That's what I thought." Blaine's father growled as he turned from Blaine, heading up the stairs, "Now clean this shit up."
"Quickly, Blaine." Lisa quietly said before she scurried up the stairs, following her husband like a puppy.

"Fuck." Blaine choked out from under his breath. He yanked the sheets and blankets down from the chairs they were hanging on.

"Blaine?" Kurt crawled out of what was left of the fort, which was basically just a pile now.
Blaine looked down at his feet and touched the red spot where his father had hit him.

"Blaine-" Kurt didn't know what to say. Why were his parents being like this? He didn't understand.
Blaine lightly shook his head as tears began to form in his hazel eyes.
Kurt tried to catch his eye contact but Blaine kept looking away. He just wrapped his arms around Blaine's sturdy hips and held him tight.

He stood there for a moment before wrapping his arms around Kurt's shoulders, his hands clinging to the white dress shirt on Kurt's back.
He buried his face in Kurt's neck. A hard, strangled sob came out as Blaine tried to bite it back.

Kurt rubbed circles into the small of Blaine's back, "It's okay. Just cry. It's okay." He whispered into Blaine's curly hair.
"It's n-ot!" Blaine sobbed again, his back trembled underneath Kurt's comforting hands, "They yell at me for e-everything!" Kurt felt hot tears soak into the side of his neck but he really didn't mind, "I don't understand."

"I don't know, darling." Kurt softly said, he worried his lower lip, trying to keep himself together for Blaine.
"Kurt-" Blaine choked out, "Why do they hate me?"

He let go of Kurt and collapsed on the floor. He curled up into fetal position and just sobbed into his knees.
"Oh Blaine." Kurt whispered to himself. He got down onto the floor and wrapped his body around Blaine's. It was his turn to comfort this broken boy. He had no idea Blaine was so hurt, he never let anyone see.

"You are so strong Blaine, do you hear me?" Kurt quietly said into Blaine's red ear, "You're parents don't understand you, don't respect you and don't take care of you. But they don't hate you."

"How do you know?" Blaine's voice was weak and muffled, "They treat me like trash j-just because I'm not as smart as they want me to be or as perfect or as manly. To them I'm just a 'pathetic fag'." Another sob tore out of Blaine's throat.

"Blaine, I know because you ARE intelligent. You ARE amazingly kind and charming. And most importantly you're a beautiful person. Inside and outside in every way possible. And I'm not lying."

Blaine stayed silent, taking in everything Kurt had said. His sobs had calmed a bit and he wasn't shaking anymore. "R-really?" He squeaked out.
"Well yeah." Kurt smiled to himself.

"I just... I just want them to love me, you know?"
"I know..." This was it, "I also know someone who does love you and thinks you're absolutely perfect." Kurt squeezed Blaine a little tighter. Maybe his previous dream was telling him that it was the right time and that he was ready to say it.

"Who's that?" Blaine turned over to face Kurt. His eyes were still filled with tears and his face was still bright red but he still was a dream come true.

"It's me." Kurt offered a shy smile.

Blaine smiled back. Not a big grin, but one that you could see in his eyes. He nuzzled closer to Kurt so their noses were touching.
"I love you, Kurt. In every single way." He whispered and Kurt could smell his delicious coffee scented breath.

"I love you too. I will forever. No matter what happens, always remember that I love you." Kurt said before briefly closing the gap between their lips, kissing Blaine softly.

Blaine smiled lightly after. The wounds were not completely healed, but they were getting somewhere.

"I hope I'm not dreaming again." Kurt whispered, mostly to himself, as he wiped away the tears remaining and Blaine's cheeks.
"So that's what you were dreaming about?" Blaine nudged Kurt's nose with his own.
Kurt giggled and playfully nudged him away, but Blaine held on to Kurt tightly, not willing to let him go anytime soon.

They looked at each others deeply beautiful eyes.
"Where were you when I was alive, huh?" Kurt softly smiled, calmly and sweetly.
Blaine chuckled a little, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know that?"

Kurt felt like crying. Happy crying. But they had already had enough tears. It was time to take their relationship to a happier place. No more tears or fights, this was going to be all about love now. Because they were in it.