Kurt woke up slowly, adjusting his eyes to the bright light that was streaming in from the large window. He rubbed his eyes groggily and looked over at the other man. A smile appeared on his face and he rested his chin on his knees while still holding his gaze on Blaine.

Kurt couldn't believe that Blaine was his. Blaine who smile dopily and whose laugh sent chills down Kurt's spine. Blaine whose dark curls fell into his eyes inviting Kurt to brush them away. Blaine whose eyes were like melting honey and dark eyelashes that batted innocently. Kurt grinned and brought his hand up to Blaine's face, caressing his cheek gently. Blaine's eyes fluttered open and he smiled at the porcelain man in front of him.

Blaine lifted his hand to cover Kurt's on his cheek. They lay there for a few moments, gazing into each other's eyes.

After several minutes, Blaine sat up in the bad and leaned in, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt chuckled lightly and pressed a kiss to Blaine's temple.

“Morning, Gorgeous,” Kurt said, intertwining his fingers with Blaine's.

“Good morning,” Blaine lifted his head to look at Kurt. Kurt's eyes sparkled blue in the sun and his skin was pale and flawless. As always. Kurt inhaled deeply before jumping out of bed and grabbing his boxers off the floor. Blaine caught a glimpse of Kurt's ass and smiled to himself. Kurt turned around with a blush staining his cheeks. Blaine winked and jumped out of bed himself, quickly grabbing his own boxers and pulling them over his sore legs. Blaine grimaced and limped out of the bedroom. He could hear Kurt laughing behind him before he felt two strong arms wrapping around his waist. Kurt kissing him tenderly on the shoulder.

“You're going to pay, honey,” Blaine said, rubbing his ass gingerly. Kurt giggled adorably and pushed Blaine toward the bathroom.

“Go take a shower. I'll go make breakfast. I think I'll just take a shower after you,” Kurt walked out of the room and hummed his way into the kitchen where he whipped up the batter for buttermilk pancakes.

When the first pancake was on the pan, he danced around the tiny kitchen before hearing his phone ring from inside the bedroom. He looked down the hallway in confusion, wondering who could be calling. He jogged lightly to the room, stopping in front of the night stand and picking up his phone. Rachel's face showed bright on the screen and Kurt answered.

“Hey, Kurt!” Kurt held the phone away from his ear when Rachel's chipper voice filled the speaker. Kurt blinked a couple of times before answering.

“Morning, Rachel. Sleep well?” Kurt asked, already knowing the answer.

“I actually didn't get much sleep. Brazilian boys can be so feisty,” Rachel replied, sighing dramatically at the end of her sentence.

“So you enjoyed yourself?” Kurt asked.

“Of course I did! What do you take me for, Hummel?” Rachel asked sarcastically. Kurt laughed, walking into the kitchen where he flipped the almost burnt pancake.

“So, he wanted to take me out today. Again. He wants to get to know me. We kind of just went to his place without knowing anything about each other,” Rachel said dreamily. “Not that I'm complaining. Kurt, oh my gosh. He rocked. My. World.”

“Please save me from the horrifying details. I don't want to be scarred,” Kurt laughed. Rachel obliged thoughtfully.

“So anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I might not be home until this evening. As I assume you and Blaine can find something to entertain yourselves,” Rachel added. Blaine walked into the kitchen with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

“I'm sure I can figure out a few things,” Kurt bit his lip playfully. Blaine walked over to his boyfriend and kissed his neck from behind.

“Alright then! It's settled. I'll call you later to let you know what time I'll be home,” Rachel said. Kurt laughed when Blaine started tickling his mid section.

“O- ok Rach! I'm s- sorry,” Kurt laughed in between his words. “Alight. T- talk to you later?” Kurt breathed out.

“Yeah. Talk to you later then,” Rachel replied suspiciously. Kurt ended the call and flipped the pancake onto the platter. He turned around in Blaine's arms that were now resting around his waist, kissing him passionately on the lips. Blaine deepened the kiss even more, moaning into Kurt's mouth. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, spatula in hand. Blaine explored the creamy skin on Kurt's back as he kissed down his jaw. Kurt moaned as he tightened his grip around the shorter man.

The olive toned lover licked down his neck, moving his way to his Adam's Apple where he sucked sloppily. Kurt felt his boxer briefs get extremely tight as his cock grew harder by the second. Blaine lifted Kurt to sit on the counter, never taking his lips off of his neck. The blue-eyed man wrapped his legs around his waist and moved his hands to the dark curls.

Blaine moaned as Kurt tugged gently on his hair, sucking the skin underneath Kurt's ear.

“Blaine.. oh God,” Kurt exhaled, squeezing Blaine's neck for dear life. Blaine just smiled against the taller man's neck, making his kisses less lustful. He planted feather kissed up his jaw before kissing Kurt gently on the lips, lifting him up to set him upright on the floor.

Kurt giggled when Blaine moved his hands to his ass, massaging the flesh that they were met with. Kurt pulled back and looked into honey colored eyes, stroking his cheek softly. Blaine leaned into his touch before turned his head and kissing his palm.

“You're so beautiful, Blaine,” Kurt said before kissing him once more. Blaine smiled.

“You're adorable,” he replied, pushing off of Kurt. Kurt laughed and continued making breakfast.

“What was Rachel talking to you about on the phone?” Blaine asked, rummaging through the fridge for something to drink.

“Oh she was just calling to tell me that she won't be home until this evening. She's hanging out with that dude she met last night,” Kurt said, smirking at the other man who was adorably pouring a glass of orange juice. He didn't even know why it was so adorable. It just was. Everything he did had a certain degree of adorableness that drove Kurt insane.

“Well, it looks like we'll have the house to ourselves then,” Blaine said, grinning mischieviously.

“I guess so,” Kurt smirked back at him.

xxxxXxxx

After they had finished breakfast, they decided to just lounge around in sweatpants and t-shirts just in case anything spontaneous commenced during their time together. Around twelve o'clock, they made their way into the living room, wanting to watch a movie. After spending quite a long time deciding what movie to watch, they settled down on the loveseats while the opening credits for Moulin Rouge appeared on the screen. Kurt snuggled into Blaine's side a little more before resting his head on his shoulder.

Blaine looked down at the beautiful man beside him and smiled. If someone told him that when he went to go visit his cousin for Christmas, he'd find the love of his life there, he would've told them to piss off. Wait… love? Is that what he felt with Kurt. He looked down at Kurt once more and smiled. Maybe he did love Kurt. Kurt looked up and stared into Blaine's eyes, his lips turned up.

“Ya know, you'll miss the movie if you keep staring at me,” he said, smiling when Blaine's cheeks toned a bright pink. Kurt lifted his hand to brush a few stray hairs away from Blaine's forehead. His finger traced a line down his rosy cheek and stopped at the corner of his mouth. Blaine turned his head and kissed the tip of Kurt's finger, staring into Kurt's blue orbs the entire time. Kurt's eyes mesmerized him. One look into those bad boys and you're a goner. Kurt smiled when Blaine moved forward and climbed on top of Kurt, straddling him against the red couch. His dark curls tickled Kurt's cheek as his lips made their way down his jaw and latched themselves onto his neck.

Kurt moaned and rested his hands on Blaine waist, bucking his hips up on instinct. Blaine giggled playfully and began sucking like he did previously in the kitchen. Kurt whimpered, releasing his legs from Blaine's hold and then wrapping them around his waist. Blaine began tugging on Kurt's t-shirt desperately, wanting to feel Kurt's skin against his own. Kurt let him pull of the shirt over his head before settling back down against the arm of the sofa. After laying there for a few silent moments without being touched, Kurt opened eyes to see Blaine staring at Kurt's chest in awe.

“Is this going to happen every time?” Kurt asked thoughtfully, grinning when Blaine snapped out of trance to look at the half naked boy in front of him. “I'd like to get my mack on right about now,” Blaine laughed lightly and leaned down to suck on Kurt's nipple. Kurt, not being prepared, fastened his grip on Blaine's hair, tugging hard. Blaine moaned around the hardening nub and brought his hands up to stroke down Kurt's sides. Kurt couldn't keep his hips down any longer. He bucked his pelvis up, searching for friction. Any friction at all.

Oh, the glorious friction, Kurt thought as his head spinned uncontrollably.

Blaine grinded his hips down onto to Kurt's with a painfully hard cock. They both moaned in unison, rocking back and forth in rhythm. Kurt opened his eyes, realizing that his satisfaction was not yet fulfilled. He pulled on the front of Blaine's shirt, making him open his eyes. They were darker than the sweet honey eyes that he saw earlier. Now he saw lust-blown pupils.

“This needs to go, honey,” Kurt said, tugging at the Star Wars t-shirt he had on. Blaine did as told and basically ripped it off of his beautiful body. Once it was gone, Kurt wasted no time to ravage his torso with his hands. Blaine leaned back down until their chests were flush together. They both whimpered in please, both writhing in need.

Kurt continued their previous movements and began jerking his hips upward, eliciting a growl from Blaine. Was that a growl? Kurt thought to himself but didn't have the common sense of mind to even answer his own questioning thoughts. Blaine brought his head down, nipping at Kurt's neck before licking it it entirely.

“So… close,” Blaine breathed out, grinding down even harder than before. Kurt nodded his head, beads of sweat running down his forehead.

“Me too,” Kurt managed out of his mouth.

Kurt felt Blaine tense above him, coming hard inside his boxers while screaming out Kurt's name. That alone brought Kurt to the sweet bliss he was waiting for, also moaning out the name of his significant other. They rocked each other through their orgasms, panting heavily. Kurt's head relaxed against the plush pillow that was supporting his neck. Blaine dropped his head into the crook of Kurt's neck, kissing the dip that connected his shoulder and neck. Kurt turned his head to kiss Blaine's jaw.

After a few minutes of regaining strength, Blaine lifted himself off of Kurt and laid beside him, draping his arms across his waist. Kurt was the first to speak.

“I love you.”

Blaine stopped breathing. His heart stopped pumping blood. His hand gripped harder on Kurt's side, pulling the taller boy closer to him subconsciously. His lips turned upward without even knowing and his brain shut down. All he could think was, Kurt loves me.

After what seemed like an eternity he replied, “I'm so in love with you right now. And I'll be in love with you until the end of time.”

Kurt smiled and turned onto his side so he faced Blaine. “I hope so.”

Blaine smiled before kissing his adorable nose and cuddling into him. Kurt wrapped Blaine into him, kissing his temple and falling into a dreamless sleep with the love of his life in his arms.

The last thing Blaine thought before letting sleep take over him was, Now and Forever...