The room was dark and Blaine felt incredibly hot when he woke up. He opened his eyes a little disoriented, and saw Kurt staring at him from the other side of the bed.

"Hey you," Blaine whispered, his voice thick and his throat telling him that even if he wanted to speak at a normal volume it wasn't an option.

"Shhh," Kurt hushed him as he placed a finger over Blaine's lips.

Kurt's eyes grew more intense, and Blaine listened closely to figure out what the cause of his hushing could be. He tried to find out what it was Kurt was hearing, but all that hit his ears were the wind roaring outside and the branches of the tree scurrying against the window.

The longer they kept silent the more eager Kurt's eyes seemed, and Blaine was startled when he felt Kurt's hand against his under the covers.

"Isn't it fantastic? The nature letting loose around us -" Kurt said, his voice nearly inaudible.

Blaine guessed that it was okay for him to speak now, but he had no idea what to say. It truly was fantastic; but he had never thought about it like that before. The weather was merely there to set the mood and indicate the changing of seasons. How did Kurt notice these things?

"It's beautiful," Blaine finally heard himself mutter, not really sure what he meant by that. Could a raging wind be beautiful, or was it just because the moment was so intense that he imagined it to be? Or maybe he was still asleep?

"I wanna share the nature with you. I'm afraid you don't know how incredible it is, and I really want you to truly feel nature, let it be a part of you - it would suit you so well," Kurt whispered and let a finger trace down Blaine's jaw.

"Will you teach me?" Blaine asked, the feeling of being a child splashing back in over him.

"It's not something that can be taught, silly. It's inside you. It's a part of you - and you have it," Kurt replied seriously and led Blaine's hand to place it on his heart.

"You are the nature; you just need to open to it."

Blaine gulped. Sometimes it was so hard to be with Kurt because he said all those poetic and beautiful things, and all he could do himself was to lie in the dark and listen to his voice without having anything to add, ending up feeling stupid and ignorant to what was important in the world.

"It will hit you. I promise - I can feel that it will be soon. You are ready for it," Kurt cooed with a smile, like a mother assuring her child that his teddy will be okay after the brutal fall from the table.

"You're so… wise," Blaine blabbered out, without even really knowing what he was saying, and it was only when the words had left his lips that he heard how lame he sounded. Wise - what a choice of word.

"Wise… I like that. Even though that makes me sound old," Kurt responded with a raised eyebrow. Blaine looked down in shame, and it hit him how far apart they were. He started to move closer over Kurt's side, but before he could as much as reach the corner of his pillow Kurt abruptly sat up and jumped out of the bed.

"Come," he said dreamy and grabbed Blaine's hand in the midst of the sheets.

"Where are we going?" Blaine asked yet following Kurt down the dark hall.

The house felt big and cold as darkness was filling it thickly. The rug was cold under his bare feet and he was sure that if they were going to stay out of bed for too long he would start shaking.

To Blaine's surprise Kurt led him into the bathroom. Not that he had expected him to lead him anywhere else. He hadn't really expected anything at all. He was in some way pretty sure that he was still half asleep, and when Kurt turned around to turn on the light in the hall instead of in the bathroom he was grateful. He wasn't ready to have sharp lights into his face just yet.

Kurt turned on the water to the bathtub, and Blaine had to yawn and shake his head a little, but he still couldn't quite figure out what was going on.

"What are you doing? It's in the middle of the night. I think it's 4 or something," he muttered, rubbing his eyes like a kid, feeling Kurt squeeze his hand.

"I watched you when you were sleeping, and you seemed so tensed. I can see that you are troubled, so now… we're taking a bath, and you can relax. Properly," Kurt announced and started letting his clothes drop to the floor.

Blaine stood for a minute watching him, not really sure if he was joking, but then he faced that this was Kurt so of course he was being as serious as ever, so he started stripping off his own clothes too and followed Kurt into the tub.

The water was steaming hot as Blaine lowered himself down, sitting between Kurt's legs as he gestured for him to do. Kurt pulled him closer and he could feel his wet chest against his back.

Kurt let his arms around his torso, slippery palms sliding up his ribcage and chest, proceeding up his shoulders to his neck where he slowly started massaging.

It felt so good - so unbelievably good, and Blaine felt all the tension from his nightmares and worries slowly melt off and mix into the bathwater. Kurt's fingers moved with a firmness Blaine would never have thought his soft touch to be capable of. It was like he magically made the tensions flow away - dissolve.

Every now and then Kurt would bend down to kiss a spot he had to be particularly hard on, and Blaine heard himself moan from the relaxation without caring how inappropriate he might sound in the dark.

After a while he let himself fade back against Kurt's chest, and Kurt folded his arms around him, kissed his neck and shoulders and hummed into his ear, a melody Blaine had never heard before, but it reminded him of a hushed lullaby, so he rested his head against Kurt's shoulder and closed his eyes, letting the atmosphere take over.

He started imagining that they were somewhere far away; a mystic island in the Caribbean in a hot pool by a waterfall with nobody around, having escaped all of the troubles that surrounded them at home, no one around - somewhere only they knew.

"You never called -" Kurt suddenly said. It wasn't a question, or an invitation, not even a request for an explanation. It was a simple statement. Like he had told him that he had bought a new pair of gloves, or that his nose got cold when he went outside.

"I started to fear that you had decided that you weren't ready." Again a statement. He didn't even sound hurt. Simply indifferent. But he had known that it wasn't like that. He had to have known, or he wouldn't have showed up, sleeping in my bed, peaceful, without me even having to let him in - as if it had been his own, Blaine thought, trying to calm himself down.

Yet he felt an unease simmering under the surface. He wanted to ask how he had known, he needed to know it; but he had a feeling that Kurt was going there - but in his own tempo.

"I saw Finn. And I told him to stop lurking on us. He apologized. He just wanted to check that you're also good to me when we're alone; but he promised to give us some privacy," Kurt explained, and let his fingers slide into Blaine's hair, massaging his curls and scalp, sending hot streams of god-knows-what through his nervous system.

"Then I waited for you, and you never called - so I got sad and started imagining things. That it just wasn't our time yet, that you had found out that you weren't ready for love so soon."

Now Kurt's voice sounded sad.

It reminded Blaine of a little girl that came into the store. He had been sitting with his guitar and she politely asked him if he could play a certain song. He didn't remember which song it had been, and it upset him - it seemed like it was very significant to the memory. Her face and voice had hit him like a bulldozer. He had never heard or seen anyone so sad in his life. The girl told him that the song had been her brother's favorite - but he had died in Vietnam. Blaine had to look away to not cry from her story, and he was sure that no one in the world could ooze of such strong emotions, could feel so deeply.

That happened a month before he met Kurt. Then everything he thought he knew about the world, feelings, life and himself had changed. Or maybe he had changed. Couldn't that be it? That Kurt had changed him.

"I've never cried over the changes of faith before. Always accepted it as destiny; the power of the Universe knows how things should be, and it is for the best for us who have to live through it." He paused, and Blaine could feel that he was building up to some sort of climax.

"Last night I did. I felt like a part of my soul had been shattered. Like Nature had stopped loving me. Like the stars had been wiped from the sky. I cried myself to sleep."

Blaine got a feeling like his heart had been relocated to his throat, and now it was pounding painfully, threatening to run itself out from overload. It pained him beyond words that he had ever made Kurt feel like that, even if he hadn't intended to.

"But then you came to me in my dream. You apologized, and told me that you love me. We were one person, melted together in embrace. And when I woke up I knew that it was right, and that there was nothing for me to cry about."

Kurt paused again, and Blaine's veins felt like they had been filled with hot water.

"I knew that you were going to work, and that your dad was leaving early. So I decided to come here and wait for you so I could surprise you - and save time so I could tell you that I love you as soon as possible," Kurt ended in conclusion, making the hot water in Blaine's veins be taken over by boiling lava.

"You are… so marvelous. But - how long did you wait for me? And how did you even get in?" Blaine blabbered out, confident that it was his time to speak again.

"No. I spent some time talking to Madge downstairs, and then when she left I went to your room. I listened to some music and then I crawled under your sheets, because I missed you. I fell asleep, without nightmares - just the smell of you, and a dream of us in San Francisco together," Kurt told and let his hands slide down to his chest so he could caress him while kissing his neck.

Blaine quickly turned his head to catch his lips, needing to feel Kurt's against his own.

"I love it when you surprise me - which you do pretty much all the time," Blaine cooed before he had to turn his head back. He closed his eyes again, and let his hands down the water to run up and down Kurt's thighs, caressing them as good as possible.

He knew that he needed to do something for Kurt. Over and over again Kurt surprised him with spontaneous ideas that brought them together in ways Blaine had never considered that two people could get to know each other. Kurt constantly did something that altered his view on love. It's time I take my turn, he thought.

"Wanna get back to bed?" Kurt asked and folded his arms around Blaine's waist where Blaine hurried his hands up to let his fingers fall into place with Kurt's. He loved sitting there, feeling Kurt's chest rise and fall with his breathing against his back, their slippery wet skin against each other, and nothing but the water separating them. He abruptly turned around to face Kurt, already knowing his answer but still wanted to ask first.

"Can we not wear clothes? Just lie together and… be close, and feel each other." He watched as Kurt's face turned to a big smile, before he leaned in and kissed Blaine's forehead, wiping a curl away.

"That was already my plan, Moonchild -" Kurt smiled and let his hand brush over his cheek. Of course it was. Kurt was always one step ahead in these things. How was it even possible that he had never had a boyfriend before when he was so good at it?

They got up and Blaine wrapped a towel around Kurt before he found one for himself. They cleaned lightly up after them and tiptoed back to Blaine's bedroom where they let the towels drop and snuggled up, entwined in each other.

Before he had laid down Kurt had opened the curtains so they could watch the stars on the dark sky outside Blaine's window. The moon was casting a pale light bathing the room, making Kurt's pale skin seem silver, and Blaine couldn't stop himself from running a fingertip up and down his arm.

"I love you," he whispered into Kurt's ear, and he could hear Kurt purr like a cat as he kissed Blaine's chest and fastened his grip around his waist, a certain indication that they shouldn't talk - just be.

Blaine let himself be comfortable on his pillow, amazed how he had been so sore in his entire body, and now he felt more relaxed and easy than he had ever done. Kurt was magic - he had to be.

"Stardust. Wake up," Kurt whispered as he snuck down to kiss Blaine on the cheek, his nose brushing gingerlyover the tender skin beneath his eye.

Blaine knew that he was unable to smile even before he opened his eyes. He shuffled a little on the pillow so he could let his lips meet Kurt's only before Kurt sat back up and the brief touch felt like an uncertainty on his lips.

He opened his eyes and found Kurt sitting in front of him with a broad grin. He had opened the curtains completely so a warm stream of sunlight baked in through the windows, bathing the bed and making Blaine have to flutter his eyes a few times before getting used to the light.

Blaine was obviously still naked, but Kurt had put on a pair of boxers and a blue plaid shirt he must have found in Blaine's closet. It was hanging loosely around him, and the sleeves were a little too short so he had let them stay unbuttoned, but Blaine couldn't help telling himself how perfect the sight was.

"Morning, gorgeous," Blaine muttered, his voice thick, threatening to break from the hours of un-use. He sat up in the bed only to have Kurt jumping out and returning with a tray covered in plates of pancakes, bowls of fruit and glasses of juice.

"Wow - how long have you been up?" Blaine burst out, covering a yawn with his hand before he shook his head to grasp the situation.

"I woke up around 8 and I couldn't sleep anymore. I stayed snuggling in to you for around an hour and then I went to make you breakfast. I hope it's okay that I sort of snuck around your house on my own - I just guessed that it wouldn't matter much when no one but us is here," Kurt told, balancing the tray so he could crawl around to sit next to Blaine.

"Of course that's okay. This is fantastic. Thank you. But… you could have woke me up, you know," Blaine responded, trying to eye out where to start.

"You looked so peaceful and beautiful sleeping, I couldn't take that away from you - at least not until I had something to offer to you as a replacement," Kurt said as he bit into a piece of orange.

Blaine didn't know what else to do than to give a silent chuckle under his breath and turn to kiss Kurt's cheek before he started eating.

They sat in silence, consuming their breakfast, Kurt every now and then brushing his cold naked toes up Blaine's leg making him twitch and Kurt giggling every single time sending him an apologetically look - even though Blaine knew that it was only a matter of minutes before he would do it again.

When they were done Blaine felt so full that he was sure he wouldn't be able to move for at least an hour, so he put the tray on the floor next to the bed, and grabbed around Kurt to let them slide down on the mattress again.

Kurt continued to sneak his toes up and down Blaine's leg, ending in him moving so close that he could let his own feet find Kurt's and hold them locked between his. He let his fingertips slide up Kurt's thigh and over his hip to trace patterns over the soft skin of his stomach, causing Kurt to break out in laughs so Blaine let his hand onto his back, dragging him closer to start tracing patterns there too, Kurt only laughing and giggling even more.

"It tickles," he squealed as he bent his face down towards Blaine's chest, and Blaine couldn't suppress his own laughter anymore.

They ended up just laughing against each other, and Blaine wasn't sure how healthy it could be after the huge breakfast they had just had, and his stomach started to curl up and cramp, his lungs overloading - but he didn't want to stop. It felt so liberating to just give it all up and laugh for no other reason than the fact that they were together.

When the laughter slowly died out, Kurt hid his face against Blaine's chest, trying to catch his breath, before he kissed Blaine's throat and let his arms slide around him to run down his back in a way that gave Blaine the feeling that he was trying to feel every inch of his skin - a comforting and assuring feeling.

The flannel from Kurt's shirt was soft against his skin, tickling him and making chills run through him. The light touch of Kurt's fingertips at the smaller part of his back made him do a silent involuntary moan, and Kurt craned his neck to kiss him, moving a little closer, their bodies now so close that it was nearly painful to breath.

Blaine let his hands smooth around, venturing Kurt's body, determined that no matter what happened in his life he would always be able to remember that feeling and every twist, curve, dent and bump of Kurt's body.

They laid there, their foreheads leaned against each other, and just letting their hands run up and down one another's back and their feet brushing each other wide grins covering their faces and their eyes refusing to leave the contact.

"I… love you. So much. I had no idea love could be this powerful," Blaine said softly, sure that he would never grow tired of saying it, although he would never feel that the words described it strong enough.

"I love you too. Your love is the strongest I have ever experienced - it amazes me all the time. So pure and honest, you don't even know it yourself, and it makes me overcome with love for you," Kurt trembled, his fingers tracing up and down Blaine's chest.

"I never thought I'd find someone I could love truly. I always thought that in the end I would have to settle with someone who was more of a friend than a lover - but you are love in human form. I don't know how I could ever be so lucky," he kissed his chin and his nose, before his face lit up.

"I just got an idea. Do you wanna go out with me?" Kurt asked, his eyes showing that he was extremely excited about whatever it was he was about to suggest, and there was no way Blaine could ever say no to that.

"Of course I want to go out with you. Where are we going?" Blaine crooned, removing a lock of hair that had stolen its way to Kurt's forehead. It suddenly hit him that they had been together for such a long time now, if they was to count their time in Washington, but they hadn't gone on an actual date - because they couldn't. That was so sad. He wanted to be able to take Kurt out on a real date, he wished so badly that he could proudly tell the world that Kurt was his boyfriend.

"I don't think I'm going to tell you - but you need to dress warm, cause I don't know how long we'll be out," Kurt said, abruptly doing a roll to lie on top of Blaine, kissing his nose, down his lips, chin, over his chest and disappeared under the covers continuing his way kissing down his ribs, his abs, hips, penis and thighs - all light and innocent kisses, like a moth fluttering its wings against his skin, and he almost wished he hadn't said yes to going out so they could stay in bed all day instead.

Kurt kissed his way back up and sat on Blaine's hips, careful not to hurt anything, and letting his fingers run through his hair.

"Maybe we should cut your hair soon," he exclaimed, taking Blaine completely off guard.

"What? I thought you liked my curls," he said, confused and a little sad that he had ran around doing his best to let them stay if Kurt didn't even like them.

"I do. I love them. They're so gorgeous and soft and beautiful - but your dad hates them. I just don't think we, you, should do anything to upset him with you if you can avoid it," Kurt explained calmly, clearly feeling a little awkward that he had to make such a proposition, but Blaine could easily see his point.

"Yeah. You're right. I guess we could do that," he agreed, tracing his fingers up and down Kurt's thighs, but Kurt jumped off him and down on the floor.

"Let's get dressed so we can get out. Look how beautiful the sun is, I'm sure it's waiting for us," Kurt thrilled, his voice almost a singing, and Blaine forced himself onto the floor too, heading for the closet to find some clothes when he realized Kurt had stopped in the middle of the room, staring at him.

"What?" he inquired, curious to what was going through Kurt's mind.

"Nothing. It's just… you're very sexy," he muttered and his cheeks reddened before he sat down and started going through his bag for some fresh clothes.

Blaine grinned at him, but hurried to get dressed. He felt so exposed to walk around naked that way, but he was smiling broadly every second he thought of Kurt's comment.

Kurt had made him put on a beanie to make sure he didn't get sick, and now they were walking down the sidewalk in the direction of the green patch they had met up at when Blaine's father had said he wasn't being shipped off anyway.

Blaine thought it was weird if they were going there as there wasn't anything to do there at this time of the year, but Kurt didn't stop at the green but continued, and it suddenly hit him where Kurt was taking him.

He was right. They proceeded down the street and turned down a little gravel road that ended in a small forest. No one ever came there except for playing kids which there wouldn't be much of at that time on a Monday. In other words; they could run around outside together without caring about other people.

Blaine closed the small distance between them and let his hand fold into Kurt's as they continued walking through the forest. Even though the temperature of the air was low, the sun was keeping their faces warm and he started considering if putting on a sweater instead of a shirt had been a little too much.

Kurt turned to walk away from the path and in between the trees instead, Blaine following faithfully. When they were so long into the trees that they couldn't see the path anymore they sat down on the trunk of a tree that undoubtedly had fallen in the thunderstorm a month ago.

Blaine sat with a leg on each side so he wouldn't slide off and Kurt saw it as a possibility to lie down, his head resting on Blaine's thigh that was incredibly cold through his jeans.

The sun was easily shining down on them as there weren't any leaves on the trees to break it anymore, and the sound of a few birds singing to each other made him miss the summer time.

Kurt had closed eyes, and his cheeks were flushed. He looked like a Chinese doll, and the peace that covered him had Blaine completely hypnotized.

"I have an idea!" Kurt suddenly blasted out, pulling Blaine dramatically out of his mesmerism. Kurt jumped to his feet on the cold trunk and turned to face Blaine. He stretched down his hands for Blaine to take them, and he had no idea what Kurt wanted them to do, but he accepted them and stood up too.

"Here's the rules;" Kurt announced with a grin on his face, and Blaine nodded to show that he was paying attention.

"We are going to walk from one end to the other, and every time one of us are about to lose balance we share a random fact about ourselves. There's lots of leaves to fall on, but of course we won't fall - we'll catch each other."

Kurt looked like he was ready to jump and dance from joy, and Blaine wished badly that he wouldn't take that chance. He thought about it for a brief moment and ended up agreeing even though he thought it was a bit risky.

They staggered to the one end of the trunk and Kurt grabbed Blaine's one hand so they could go together. The bark was slippery from cold dew and even though the trunk was wide it turned out to be a harder task than first expected.

Blaine was the first to screw up. He nearly lost balance but regained footing last minute before slipping off. Kurt stopped and turned to smile awaiting at him.

"Alright. A random fact about myself - uhm… my favorite color is purple," he said awkwardly, not really sure what to say next if he lost again.

"Purple. That's pretty. It's a good color for you. Purple is the color of good judgment. It's the color of people seeking spiritual fulfillment and it's said that if you surround yourself with purple you will have peace of mind. That's why I always bring something purple when I meditate," Kurt told him, making him feel less awkward now that Kurt apparently read a lot into this simple fact about himself.

"Purple has been used to symbolize magic and mystery, and royalty as well. Purple is the color most favored by artists and children - which is more or less the same people." Kurt smiled warmly, and turned to continue over the fallen tree.

It was a fun game. It reminded Blaine of their night on the roof in Washington when they had walked around the edge and were convinced that they were flying. He had an urge at the back of his throat to start singing Stand By Me to see how much Kurt remembered from that night as they hadn't really discussed it in close details after, but he didn't. He followed Kurt in silence, holding his breath, hoping not to lose again.

They walked very slowly to avoid problems, but Blaine secretly hoped for Kurt to lose balance so it would be his turn to tell something - and he did. When they were nearly halfway Kurt's right foot slipped; he squealed and Blaine panicked in trying to catch him. They didn't fall, but both of them had lost.

"I'll go first then," Kurt panted from the shock once they were standing safely in the middle of the trunk again. Blaine considered for a second to suggest that they stopped but he still wanted to hear Kurt tell as much about himself as possible, and they were halfway, so it couldn't be too hard from there on.

"When I was in high school I… I was bullied really badly. So I decided to take my own life," Kurt shared without looking at Blaine. His attention was turned towards a bird taking flight high above their heads.

Blaine was shocked. He had no idea that this was the kind of things Kurt wanted to share, and he wanted to ask deeper into what it was about, but he knew that Kurt would keep him focused on the game, so he decided to wait.

He instantly felt alarmingly childish for telling about his favorite color, and searched his brain for something important of the same caliber to share when it hit him - it wasn't the same, it wasn't deep and exposing, but it was important to him, even though he only just realized it at that moment.

"I want to take you to meet my mom," he blabbered out without considering how it sounded.

"I mean - will you maybe one day go to the cemetery with me?" Blaine asked, closing his eyes in how stupid it was. It wasn't like it was a big deal. It was only going to face a stone with engraving on it.

"I would be very honored to meet your mom," Kurt said, noble and not so much as raising an eyebrow to the odd request. Blaine sighed in relief before Kurt turned and started walking again.

Neither of them said anything as they balanced towards the end of the trunk, and neither of them messed up either until they were two feet from the end. Kurt slipped and fell to the ground where he laid motionless.

"Kurt! Are you okay? Kurt?" Blaine screamed and jumped down to sit next to him.

"Kurt? Baby come on. Please be okay. Please open your eyes. Please please please open your eyes," Blaine begged as he shook Kurt's arm, feeling tears growing close to take over his brain, and his pulse rising. Now Kurt wasn't going to open his eyes ever again and everything would be over - he just knew it.

Slowly Kurt started to giggle and before it even hit Blaine what was going on Kurt was laughing hysterically. He opened his eyes and stared up at Blaine, still chuckling. When he saw the look on Blaine's face he struggled to stop laughing, but it was clearly difficult to suppress.

"What the fuck are you laughing about?" Blaine snapped and stood up, leaving Kurt with a stoneface on the ground in front of him. He walked a few feet and kicked at a pile of fallen leaves under a sad-looking tree.

Kurt fumbled to sit up, a stick in his hair and his nose pink. He looked like Blaine had slapped him, and Blaine wanted to go comfort him instead of letting him sit there looking like an abandoned child.

It wasn't that he was angry; he had simply gotten so unbelievably scared, and then when Kurt had started laughing he was so relieved, but it also seemed like Kurt wasn't taking it seriously.

"I'm sorry. I just…" Kurt started, but didn't get to finish the sentence when Blaine cut him off.

"You just what, Kurt? Thought it was funny how I thought you were hurt? Thought it was hysterical the way I feared that you were dead?" Blaine bit his tongue to keep it from running wild. He was afraid that he would start yelling at Kurt and bit so hard down that he thought he could sense a vague taste of blood spreading in his mouth.

He didn't look at him He was still standing under the tree with his hands balled up to fists and frustration boiling around inside him.

"It wasn't like that," Kurt snapped back. He didn't move from his spot on the ground, and his voice seemed weak and fragile - childlike and hurt.

Blaine turned around and found Kurt resembling a 5 year old boy with his mittens almost off, ruffled hair and red nose and cheeks. His eyes were shining strong blue and green, the brown leaves making the golden in them look much more pronounced than usual. His nose and cheeks were flushed from the cold, and his shoulders seemed tensed like they were trying very hard to not start shaking.

"Then what was it?" Blaine roared, watching sadness wave in over his boyfriend, his own heart cramping up from the sight.

"I just -" Kurt started, but nothing more left his lips. Blaine crossed the distance between them and dumped down on the forest floor of dry leaves next to him.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have freaked out like that. I just…" Blaine apologized and grabbed Kurt's arm so he could let his own hand slide into Kurt's mitten and lock their fingers, temperature in the wool pocket quickly making both of their palms clammy.

"I thought you were seriously hurt, and then when you didn't open your eyes I thought that - I'd lost you. I was so scared, and you started laughing, and it just clicked. I am so sorry," Blaine explained and squeezed Kurt's hand awkwardly, preparing for the worst.

Kurt looked at him with a warm gaze in his eyes. He squeezed his hand back and let a smile cross his lips only to disappear immediately after, so quickly that Blaine wondered it he had imagined it. Instead Kurt's face turned grave.

"Thank you," he whispered quietly.

"For worrying about me." He stretched in to place a soft, light kiss on Blaine's lips.

How could he take it so easy when Blaine had just stood screaming at him like a crazy person? That had to be the most remarkable thing ever.

"Aren't you pissed at me? I just yelled and you, and you thank me - why?" Blaine burst out confounded by the strange reaction.

He had expected Kurt to either cry, or come with some foggy explanation about anger only being the way of the frustrated to let loose to stuff one can't control, or something like that.

"Of course I'm not pissed at you. You only reacted like that because you were afraid. I could never get mad at you for loving me," Kurt explained patiently.

Their hands were nearly wet from sweating inside Kurt's mitten, but neither of them removed their hand. The words echoed in Blaine's mind, and he couldn't stop thinking that he was way too lucky to have someone like Kurt. No. Not to have 'someone like Kurt' - but to have Kurt.

"Why did you laugh, by the way?" Blaine asked curiously, suddenly remembering Kurt's unexpected hysterics of giggles. Kurt stared at him and smiled. Then he fell to lie on his back, dragging Blaine to lie down with him.

"When I was a kid my mom always took me here. I played around while she would sing to me or tell me stories. She helped me balance on the fallen trees, and in the fall I rolled around in the fallen leaves, and she would tickle me until I couldn't breathe anymore. I guess it all just kind of reminded me of that," Kurt told, his eyes locked on the blue sky over their heads.

It was painful to listen to Kurt tell about his mom. He always sounded much happier than usual, but every time he closed in on the end of what he was telling he started sounding sad instead. All Blaine could think was that she would never come to make him happy again.

"That sounds really lovely, sweetie." He felt dumb, but had no idea what else to say. Everything he could come up with seemed so irrelevant and insensitive.

Kurt clenched Blaine's hand a little tighter before he left him alone in the mitten. He rolled over to lie on top Blaine and started rubbing his freezing ice-cube-nose against Blaine's.

"Let's go home. I'm tired and I'm sick of wearing all of these clothes," Kurt announced and pouted, making their lips meet.

Blaine couldn't help himself; they were all alone in the forest and Kurt was lying on top of him talking about being sick of wearing clothes - so Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt's and clasped his lips against his. His hands started lightly brushing over the top of his ass, and the way Kurt engaged in the kiss it quickly became very hot in the warm jacket and beanie Blaine was wearing.

Blaine rolled over to switch so he could be on top, and Kurt spread a little to let Blaine lie between his legs while he let his cold hands under Blaine's jacket. Blaine gasped into his mouth when he felt Kurt's freezing hands against his back and Kurt giggled making Blaine bite down lightly in Kurt's tongue that had bewildered its way into Blaine's mouth.

"I'm gonna start tickling you, you know," Blaine threatened and moved his hands to Kurt's ribs.

"No. Please not that," he begged as Blaine started to poke his fingers into Kurt's sides, making him twitch wildly on the ground. He giggled high pitched, the sound beautiful and lively, only making Blaine want to continue.

Kurt was almost doing a dance under him laughing harder than ever, and it was impossible for Blaine not to laugh himself. It was in times like these where Kurt was most amazing - when he let loose and didn't seem to have a care in the world.

"Blaine stop. I surrender, okay! I surrender -" Kurt pleaded through giggles and heavy breathing, curling his legs around Blaine's ass with his hips jerking upwards.

"If you don't stop I'm afraid I'll end up peeing on you," he said, still trying to hold in the laughter. Blaine barked with laughter even more, but stopped tickling him and kissed his nose before sitting up on Kurt's hips, his legs still locked around him, impressing Blaine with his extreme flexibility.

"I really need to get home now, or I definitely will pee," Kurt warned, an feigned serious expression on his face and running through his voice.

"Of course. I just wanna do something first," Blaine exclaimed and looked around to see if anybody was near them. Not a soul.

Kurt looked confused up at him, but didn't ask, so Blaine put his hands to his mouth and screamed:

"I LOVE KURT HUMMEL!"

Kurt roared with laughter as the sound of Blaine's scream echoed between the trees, and flushing of bird wings around them in the air. Blaine could feel Kurt's entire body vibrating under him, and his hands moved from Blaine's thighs to his own mouth.

"AND I LOVE BLAINE ANDERSON!" he screamed, his voice rasp from laughing, the air visible and white in the cold as the words flowed from his mouth, like they wanted to materialize in front of them.

"I have wished to be able to do that for a long time," Blaine confessed, and squeezed around Kurt's ankle to indicate for him to let go. Both of them quickly stood up, and Blaine took a moment to check that his jeans and jacket wasn't too crooked for when they had to return to the real world.

"You never told me the last fact, though. When you fell down," Blaine said, when Kurt got over to him, standing in front of him, a little closer than necessary.

"I sort of did. I told you about my mom -" Kurt reminded him, and Blaine had to admit that it was true, and that it followed the rules of the game - especially because Kurt had accepted his fail of a revelation about his favorite color. Out of nowhere Blaine felt Kurt's hand slide down his jeans pocket, firmly rubbing his palm up and down his crotch.

"But I'll give you a little more - I think you should be naked all the time," he said, without as much as blinking before he squeezed around Blaine's now semi-hard cock, and leaned close to his ear, like he didn't want the singing birds around them to hear.

"And even though I never thought I would ever have sex in my life, you changed my mind. I love feeling you in my ass," he whispered, his voice somehow more innocent than ever, even though this was probably the sexiest, dirtiest thing Blaine had ever heard anyone say.

He was afraid to move, but apparently Kurt wasn't - he moved his hand and let it slide into Blaine's starting to lead them out of the forest and home, Blaine hoping the heat from his face would disappear before they ran into anyone.

They walked home in silence, and the second they closed the door Kurt let his jacket and mittens fall to the floor in the hall. He kicked off his shoes and tiptoed to the kitchen where the maid was getting ready to leave.

"Hi Madge. You look lovely today," Kurt sang to her and leaned in to kiss her cheek before he took a glass of water. Blaine caught himself grinning at the sight before he greeted her as well. She smiled at them and started to leave the kitchen, but when she was in the hall she returned and sent Blaine a sharp look.

"I was in the guestroom making it look like Kurt slept in there. Your dad will be home tomorrow. Take care of each other, boys." She smiled and winked at them before she left.

The second they heard the front door close Blaine looked at Kurt in shock, but all that met him from Kurt was a smile.

"I am not really sure what just happened," Blaine stammered and had a feeling of Kurt knowing more than he was saying.

"It was nice of her to do that. Now we don't have to worry about it in last minute," Kurt declared and took another mouthful of water.

"Oh come on, Blaine - you didn't seriously think that she didn't know about us, did you? She supports us so much. We talked about it yesterday. That woman knows much more than you would ever guess," Kurt announced and rolled his eyes.

Blaine didn't really know what to make of that, so he nodded with an indifferent expression and turned to start making coffee. He quickly felt Kurt's arms around his waist, and his cold lips against his neck.

"Would it be okay if I go upstairs? I really need to go to the bathroom now and I am so cold," Kurt asked, his voice exaggeratedly whimpering. Blaine agreed with a chuckle, and heard Kurt skip to the hall to pick up his things before his footsteps proceeded up the stairs.

When Blaine entered his room he found Kurt wrapped in a blanket, wearing nothing but his boxers, the shirt he had been wearing in the morning and a pair of extremely warm looking socks. He had papers and a plastic bag of charcoal pencils all across the bedspread, and he seemed very concentrated.

Blaine put the mugs on the nightstand before he let his own cold clothes drop to the floor so he could crawl onto the bed next to Kurt, only wearing boxers and socks now, so he snuck in under the blanket while resting his chin on his shoulder to see what was going on.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked, not really sure if he was allowed to interrupt.

"It's the fallen tree in the forest. There's the leaves I fell into, and me there; in the pile. And this -" Kurt drew two almond shapes and started drawing circles in them.

"This is you watching over me," he declared as the shapes slowly started looking like a pair of eyes. It was impressive - it truly looked like the scene from the forest, and a pair of eyes looking down at Kurt from the sky over his head.

Blaine couldn't stop staring at Kurt's hands as they moved around over the paper with inspiring grace. It was like the thick black lines were liquid flowing directly from his fingertips, and suddenly it seemed natural and logic why Kurt was so good at touching him, and knowing exactly what to do with his hands and why Blaine never felt it uncomfortable to have Kurt's hands on his naked skin.

"This is… beautiful. It looks so real, and… in one time it looks so sad, but - comforting," Blaine stuttered, perfectly aware that he didn't know the slightest thing about art, but also wanting to express how taken aback he was by it.

Kurt turned his head to smile at him, and Blaine guessed that he was trying to catch the details of his eyes, but instead he felt Kurt's shove a pencil into his hand and grabbed around his wrist.

Blaine looked down and watched as Kurt led his hand around the paper, letting his own fingers down on Blaine's to let him be the one to put the lines, to shade the lines of the trunk and to put the details on the leaves.

Blaine bit his lower lip, trying to keep focus, scared that he would do a sudden movement and ruin the picture completely; but Kurt moved his hand softly around the drawing, and the lines didn't look as graceful and professional as Kurt's but they didn't completely throw it all out of balance though, which he saw as an accomplishment.

Kurt threw the pencil onto the plastic bag, and Blaine thought they were done, but Kurt grabbed around his index finger and put it to the top left corner and made it trace across the paper, smearing out the charcoal eyes to make them look blurry, and both of their fingertips now completely black.

"See - you can draw too," Kurt smiled proudly at him and booped his nose, leaving a black stain.

"Not if you hadn't done all the work," Blaine said truthfully and booped his nose back, making Kurt look like he had dipped his nose into a bucket of black paint.

Kurt laughed and smeared a black line down Blaine's cheek and hell broke loose. Before Blaine knew it he was on his back on the mattress with Kurt on top of him fighting to smear black spots all over his exposed skin, while Blaine tried doing the same to him.

Only problem was that Blaine hadm't thought about the fact that Kurt had access to the bag with pencils, and out of nowhere Kurt had placed his knees on Blaine's wrists and was writing down his naked torso, impossible for Blaine to see what he was writing, regardless of how hard he tried going free.

"There. Now it's official," Kurt beamed and sat down on the mattress next to Blaine while chewing on the end of the pencil he was holding.

"What did you do to me? Did you completely mutilate my body?" Blaine burst out jokingly and jumped off the bed, so he could cross the floor to see himself in the mirror on the inside of the closet door.

He couldn't stop grinning. In big, black letters the words "PROPERTY OF KURT HUMMEL" was written from his chest, over his ribs ending just above his bellybutton.

He staggered smiling across the floor, and crawled cat-like from the end of the bed, and up to crawl over Kurt, sit on his hips and grin menacingly down at him.

"Is that so, huh?" Blaine smirked down at him, looking for a pencil. He traced his black fingertip down to make a black line down the middle of Kurt's chest, before he grabbed the nearest pencil and held out Kurt's arm to write "PROPERTY OF BLAINE ANDERSON" down it.

Kurt chuckled loudly from the tickling of the pencil on his skin, and as soon as Blaine was done writing he locked his hands on Blaine's neck to drag him down in a kiss, their teeth nearly crashing against each other from the force.

Kurt was still chortling against his lips as he locked his feet on Blaine's back.

"I don't think I'll let you go now," Kurt whispered with an amused smile on his face, their eyes piercing into each other.

"What if I don't want you to let go?" Blaine whispered, his throat suddenly tying up and his voice thick, tears pressing behind his eyes.

"I love you," he forced out, his voice close to breaking down, abandoning him, and leaving him with no words.

"I love you too, baby. Is something wrong? What's going on?" Kurt asked, releasing his feet and letting them dump to the mattress, his hands rushing to Blaine's cheeks with worry rushing over his face.

"No. No, not at all. I'm just… happy," Blaine cried, and hurried to sniff, hoping he wouldn't break into full-on-sobbing, because it was too ridiculous that he was crying because he was happy. That was pretty much the complete opposite of what a happy person would do.

Kurt let his hands slide up to his shoulders, and softly made Blaine lie down on him, his head resting on Kurt's chest as he let his fingers caressing run through his hair.

"It's okay, love. I'm happy too, and we'll be happy together. Forever," Kurt cooed. Of course he wouldn't think it was ridiculous - it was Kurt. Perfect, amazing, understanding Kurt.

"I'm property of Blaine Anderson, remember?" Kurt chuckled lightly, kissing Blaine's hair before he let a hand around his shoulders and clenched him down to his chest.

They laid like that for a long time. Blaine had closed his eyes just listening to the sound of Kurt's breathing and heartbeat, enjoying the feeling of his fingers playing with his curls, and the feeling of Kurt's legs around his.

He wished secretly that Kurt hadn't been wearing the shirt so he could feel their skin against each other, but he didn't say anything - he could still feel how warm Kurt was through the fabric.

When it started getting dark Blaine moved to rest his chin on Kurt's chest so they could look each other in the eyes, neither of them saying anything for a long time.

"I think I'm hungry. I'm not really sure though," Blaine declared and rubbed his eye before remembering that his fingers were still black, and Kurt laughed when he had smeared charcoal all over his face.

"If this keeps going I'll end up just as black as Ms. Johnson, you know -" Blaine laughed and shuffled to lie down next to Kurt, his bones sore from lying on top of Kurt for so long.

"That would fit with the curls," Kurt commented with a snicker, making Blaine frown at him.

They ended up going downstairs to find food. As soon as they found some bread and fruit they went into the living room where they snuggled up under a blanket and watched The Tonight Show.

They weren't really laughing, or actually watching, because their attention was more focused on not looking at each other while they kept their fingers brushing lightly up and down each other's thighs or sneaking under the line of their boxers.

It all felt so innocent and childlike as they sat in the dark stealing touches afraid to laugh if they looked at each other. It was like the dark had put a blanket of a different atmosphere over them, and even though they both were still covered in charcoal spots and lines it was like the game upstairs was something that had happened on a completely different day.

Kurt's head dropped to Blaine's shoulder as he tried hiding a yawn, and Blaine let his hand fall to his thigh, where Kurt slid his fingers between his.

"Do you wanna go to bed?" Blaine asked dozy, suddenly feeling very heavy-headed himself but not wanting this day to end. It had been way too great and way too lovely to let it end already - to let it end ever.

"I don't wanna sleep. Can we just go upstairs and cuddle or something? Are you tired?" Kurt whimpered and clenched his hand tighter around Blaine's, their fingers almost painful against each other.

"Let's do that. I'm not tired," Blaine lied and kissed Kurt's hair before he removed his hand and started to get up.

Once in bed Blaine was resting his head on Kurt's chest, with Kurt's arms safely folded around him. He struggled to keep awake. Every time his eyes drifted close he forced them open. He tried listening to Kurt's heartbeat, feeling his breathing and letting his fingers caress over his skin. He didn't want to lose as much as a second with Kurt knowing that he would be going home the next day - but it was all so relaxing, and he felt so safe that in the end he had to cave and fall asleep.