Kurt groaned as he rolled over in bed. He did not want to get up this morning. Kurt reached his hand over hoping to find warmth in his frozen bed. He frowned when he found nothing but empty space. He knew Blaine would be gone way before he would have woken. He just had slight hope that Blaine had stayed, that Blaine didn't leave for an 11 day business trip to Austin, Texas.

The emptiness of the bed displeases Kurt like no other. Kurt loved waking up in the arms of someone who loved with unconditionally. The warmth of Blaine body and the never ending feeling of being safe in his arms was enough to let Kurt sleep with no worry and to get him through the day.

Kurt was so use to sleeping with the feeling of Blaine body against his, so use to the feeling of waking up to the comfort of Blaine's arms wrapped around him that Kurt absolutely hated waking up alone now. He despised it. It made him in this mood that was hard to get out of. So waking up this horrendous morning without Blaine was already a damper on his mood. Kurt sighed and began looking for Blaine's pillow, to find that it was already next to him. Wrapping his arms around the pillow tightly he dug his face into it. Breathing deep, trying to find Blaine's smell that was buried deep inside the pillow. Kurt knew this would be a long eleven days with out Blaine. An empty bed to wake up in and an empty house to live in.

The day had only just started and it was already the worse. Kurt already missed his usual wake up. Like yesterday morning. Blaine was probably sucking up to him because Blaine knew how disappointed Kurt was to Blaine leaving so close to Christmas, but it was still one of his favorites.

Kurt's hands fisted into Blaine white wife beater and snuggling close into Blaine's body. Blaine's arms wrapped securely around Kurt's waist pulling him close to his own body. Their leg tangled together under the sheets and comforter.

Kurt kept his eyes closed as he smiled into Blaine's chest and breathing in Blaine's scent. Kurt loved the way Blaine smelled first thing in the morning. He was just plain intoxicating. Kurt looked forward to spending this time with Blaine every morning and every night right before they fall asleep in each other's arms. That was Kurt's most absolute favorite times that would spend with Blaine, besides every other second that they spent together.

Blaine's breathing evened out, notifying Kurt that he had fallen back to sleep. Kurt giggled into his fisted hands. Blaine always seemed to fall back to sleep when they were like this. Actually Blaine always seems to fall asleep at the most randomness times. Blaine loved his sleep, probably more than anything else in the world. Although Blaine always denies that it is his most favorite and loved thing in the world. He always turns it around and says something cheesy like, "No Baby, you're the person, place, and thing that I love and favor the most and nothing will ever change that."

Kurt always brushes off any compliment that is sent his way of course. He was never and still isn't good at taking compliments. He never believes them, even when they come from Blaine heart.

Kurt pulled Blaine's wife beater down a bit and placed a chaste kiss right in between Blaine's peck, right on his sternum. Blaine's nose scrunched up and he stirred in his sleep pulling Kurt closer. Blaine dug his face into Kurt's hair. Kurt giggled again; Blaine is always such a cuddle whore, sleeping and awake.

Kurt's hands unclenched Blaine undershirt and slowly wrapped them around Blaine's fit waist. Reaching up Kurt placed a kiss on Blaine's Adams apple. Blaine pulled away from Kurt's face scrunching his nose again. After a few seconds Blaine's gorgeous golden eye fluttered open and starred down at Kurt.

"Good morning beautiful," Blaine's voice was coarse with sleep. Kurt felt heat rush to his cheeks. After six years Blaine could still make him blush and give him the butterflies in his stomach. Kurt brought his hand up to Blaine cheek, running his thumb over his structured cheek bone staring deep into Blaine's eyes drinking them in.

"I love you," Kurt whispered even though it wasn't necessary when they laid in the comfort of their own home. Blaine smiled down at him.

"I love you, too." Blaine reached down and planted a light kiss on Kurt's lips. Kurt back away fast like Blaine's lips had been fire against his. Blaine stared at him in confusion.

"…morning breath…" Kurt spoke barely audible. Blaine chuckled shaking his head.

"After six years you still think that I would care about that?" Blaine asked and rolled them over. Blaine was then hovering over Kurt. His arms keeping him supported up and off Kurt's body. "I don't care…" Blaine whispered before moving down to place his lips on to Kurt's again. Kurt responded slowly. Their lips moving together slowly and curiously like it was their first kiss all over again. Exploring, memorizing all over.

"Because," Blaine pulled away from Kurt. Kurt stared at Blaine waiting for him to continue. "You are perfect every second of every minute of every hour of the day. You are beautiful." Kurt shifted his eyes looking away from Blaine as he spoke. Kurt began examining the blank wal opposite their bed. "You're everything I ever wanted and I want everyone in the world to know how perfect you are. I would climb the highest mountain just to scream it at the top of my lungs so everyone could hear, so everyone could know. I don't want to hide you. You're my everything and I want everyone to know." Blaine paused taking a deep breath, almost like he wanted to say thing else.

"And if…" Blaine started up again, placing a quick kiss on Kurt's lips again. "You don't believe me." Kurt's eyes moved back to Blaine in curiosity. "Well, you're just going to have to believe me or…" Blaine moved his hands to Kurt's sides and began to tickle him. "I'll have to tickle you till you agree!"

Kurt exploded in laughter trying to escape from Blaine's tickling death trap. But he had no such luck.

"Bl-," Kurt gasped trying to speak. His laughter continued as Blaine's hands explored Kurt's slender sides. "Bl-aine… Plea-se, st-op."

"Um… nope I don't think so! This is too much fun!" Blaine teased Kurt chuckling. He removed his hands from tickling Kurt's sides and wrapped them tight around Kurt's waist placing all his weight on to of Kurt's body. Blaine's lips found Kurt's neck, kissing everywhere, making sure he didn't miss any spots. Kurt's breath hitched in his throat. Blaine started a trail up to Kurt's mouth. He moved impossible slow and it was driving Kurt insane. Kurt sighed and grabbed Blaine's face pulling Blaine's lips to his meeting is a heated kiss. Blaine pulled away second later.

"God, I love you so much," he breathed out.

Kurt sighed as he remembered yesterday's morning like it happened only seconds ago. Kurt brought his hand up to his mouth, his fingertips running across his upper lips. He could still feel Blaine's lips on his. Kurt then ran his tongue a crossed it as well, still tasting Blaine.

After what felt like an hour of lying in bed, Kurt sighed and finally got up grabbing his phone. The ground was cold against his feet as he walked toward the bathroom. The door was closed which was weird. The door was to the bathroom was never closed. Blaine and Kurt were comfortable with each other now that they don't have a reason to shut the door. As Kurt got closer he spotted a red sticky note attached to it.

Kurt grabbed the sticky note in confusion. Looking over it he noticed the words written on it were in Blaine's messy neat hand writing. The sticky note read:

Your voice, because it is the first thing I remember about you. It was the only thing that had processed in my brain that day on the stair case many years ago.

Kurt's eyes were wide as he read the note twice more. What was this? He thought. Kurt shook any thoughts from his head and proceed with opening the door and walking into the bathroom, sticky note in hand. Walking over to the mirror Kurt looked in afraid of what he might see of himself. But his reflection was blocked by three more sticky notes. The one on top was a bright orange. Blaine's hand writing covering it as well.

Your gorgeous eyes, because when I turned around that day you called to me on the stair case in the crowed Dalton hallway, they were the first thing I saw of you. My god, how I could get lost in those oceans on your face everyday.

Kurt squeezed his eyes closed shyly, a smile rising on his face. Kurt reopened his eyes to see what the yellow sticky note right below would say.

Your lips, because I love what they do to me. They are magical and I love when they are against mine. I want them to be permanently on mine forever. But if that would happen I wouldn't be able to hear your fabulous voice.

Kurt bit his bottom lips his smiled wide on his face. He averted his eyes to the lightly colored green stick note below the yellow.

Your hair. I love that you spend hours trying to make it look perfect even though it's perfect all the time.

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine's cheesiness. He grabbed the sticky notes off the mirror and walked out of the bathroom smile still wide on his face. Walking down the hall toward the kitchen Kurt noticed a sky blue sticky note sticking to a picture of Blaine and Kurt on the wall. Kurt slowly pealed the sticky note off trying not to move the picture off center.

Your hands. Wow, I love your hands. They are as magical as your lips. When you touch me I feel shocks of electricity run through me. Oh and don't forget that they fit perfectly in mine.

Kurt laughed. Was Blaine for real? Kurt thought. Kurt shook his head again and continued down the hall. Stopping when he found a purple sticky note stuck to the frame of the door way to the kitchen.

Your body. Oh, your body it amazing. It's simply perfect. Wow I love it. Don't ever change, baby.

Kurt smirked remembering the days he used his body to get what he wanted. Kurt grabbed the sticky and walked over to the counter placing them down and walked over to the coffee machine which somehow had fresh hot coffee. Kurt didn't question, just poured himself a glass and walking into the living room.

Sitting down on the couch he heard a crunch. Kurt jumped up at the loud noise in the quite apartment. There where his ass sat only moments ago was another red sticky note. Picking it up he read:

Cuddling. I love when we cuddle and how you fit perfectly into my arms. I wish we were in my arms right now.

Kurt sighed wishing the same exact thing. Kurt began wondering if there were any more notes lying around. Glancing around the room he noticed another orange one stuck to their DVD collection. Running over to it he picked it up.

Your love for Disney movies. You're my happily ever after.

Kurt felt his heart beat faster as he read this one. Kurt's curiosity only grew more after that. He ran around the house for another 10 minutes only to find three others.

Another yellow one that was placed on the mint green shower curtain in the other bathroom of their apartment, which read:
When you sing in the shower. Your singing voice amazes me every time.

Another green one that was placed on the refrigerator door:
Cooking. I love your cooking. I swear you spoil me with it.

And only one other blue one that was placed on the front door:
When you meet me at the front door when I come home from work. I love seeing your face after a long day at the job.

Kurt rounded up all the sticky notes and laid they out on the kitchen counter in the order he found them. He read them over multiple times smiling happily to himself. Missing Blaine was hard when he did thing like this. It was like Blaine never left, like he was right there the whole time.

Kurt felt his phone vibrated in his pocket. Reaching to get it he saw a new text from Blaine. Kurt smiled and quickly opened it.

Hey baby, I love you and miss you so much. Oh and those sticky notes are the 12 things that I love about you. –Blaine xoxo

Kurt sighed as the feeling of missing Blaine entered in body again. Wait! Twelve? Kurt thought. I only found eleven. Kurt stood puzzled in his own thoughts. He turned around looking around the room not finding anything until noticing another purple sticky note on the picture of them on their graduation day of college that sat on the table in the tiny breakfast nook.

Running over to it. He ripped it off wanted to know what was written on the last note. He read over the last sticky note and laughed when he realized that it had read:"Everything".

"That's more than 12 Blainers," Kurt chuckled to himself.