Blaine couldn't believe his eyes. His boyfriend was descending the stairs gracefully, clad in his tight black jeans and a strikingly emerald top that brought out his eyes in the most beautiful way. He literally took Blaine's breath away. It was crazy how much he loved this boy who was now in front of him, smiling shyly. Yes, Blaine may have had a type. The type of guy that he would always be attracted to when looking for a potential significant other. Then Kurt had come along and he looked like something that had stepped right out of Blaine's midnight thoughts. After meeting Kurt Hummel, Blaine did have a type. Kurt Hummel was Blaine's type. Blaine would always chuckle when he thought about this, knowing it sounded like a cheap "Chuck Norris" joke. You know the ones. The dark is afraid of Chuck Norris. It was silly and crazy and insane and Blaine didn't care because he was in love. He knew it was too soon. They hadn't been together all that long yet. Blaine had just recently pulled his curly head out of his ass and realized that those fluttery feelings he got around Kurt weren't because they were "such great pals". In reality he'd know all along at some level in his mind. He was just so scared. He'd never felt this strongly for another person before. He'd never allowed someone to break down every wall that he'd spent the last seventeen years of his life perfecting with a bat of his eye lashes. But there Kurt was, batting his pretty eyelashes that framed his gorgeous blue eyes, and shattering Blaine's world, then putting it back together in a millisecond. He knew he couldn't tell Kurt he loved him yet. He didn't want to scare the poor boy off. But, he knew that's what this was. This crazy thudding in his cheat and the way he felt like if really wanted to he could take a leap off one of the couches that he loved climbing on so much, and his feet would never touch the ground, this was all because of the brow hair beauty before him. Kurt made him feel silly and happy and wonderful and warm and like fresh baked cookies. Blaine didn't think it was possible for a person to actually feel like a baked good, but that's exactly how he had tried to describe it to Wes and David. He'd told them that he felt warm and gooey and just like plain happiness. Of course his friends laughed at him. He laughed at himself, because he could do that now. He could do anything he wanted now, because he was in love.

Two. Just want to be with you.

He never knew he could become addicted to another person. He had go to Health class and learned about becoming addicted to huffing paint, or heroine, or even sex, but they had never once told him that he could become downright addicted to another person's very soul. All he wanted out of life was to be close to that chestnut haired boy. His lithe limbs and swanky bow ties and just everything about him. That's all Blaine wanted out of life. God, he was crazy about this boy. It shook him to his core. He didn't think it was healthy for a just barely adult to feel this god damned much, but he wouldn't give it up for anything in the entire world. All he wanted was to be with Kurt. He'd give up anything else; just to get a smile out of the boy. And knowing that Kurt would do the same exact for him made it so much better. He didn't think he'd ever be able to survive a day without Kurt ever again. That's why he transferred to the danger zone of a public school. Sure he'd made up a trifling tale about have to stand up for himself, and not wanting to live with regrets and that was true, partially. Mostly he did it for the purely selfish reason of seeing Kurt in his prime every single day. That's all he really wanted, and dammit he was finally allowing himself to have exactly what he wanted. Kurt was tearing him a part and rebuilding him into everything he'd ever wished he could be. Kurt was teaching him how to live.

Three. Boy it's plain to see that you're the only one for me.

When Blaine walked through those red metal doors, people just knew. The student body could just tell that this boy was taken. It was easy to see that he was completely enamored with Kurt. It was also pretty damn easy to tell Kurt returned those feelings. McKinley had never seen Kurt like this. Sure, he tried his hardest to ooze confidence, but the Neanderthals could smell fear trickling through the mask he had created. They couldn't smell it any more. Not when Kurt looked at Blaine. Even the lowest bottom feeders of the homophobic public school cesspool could tell, that these two meant everything to each other. They were strong together. Not that kind of strong that everyone felt the need to tear down. That kind of strong that struck people to their innards and made them want to rethink everything they had ever known. It was easy to tell that some higher power, whether you believed in one or not, some higher being had purposely created these two for each other.

Four. Repeat steps one through three.

Blaine would never give this feeling up. This downright acceptance he had brewing in him. He'd do whatever it took to keep Kurt with him forever and a day. It didn't matter that the world didn't want them together. It didn't matter than they were just in high school. It didn't matter that they'd never had anyone else. Blaine wanted Kurt and only Kurt for the rest of his life. He would do it all; the romantic gestures, the moonlit walks, the fights, the love making, the tears, the proposals, the oddly mismatched furniture when they could afford the entire set in the first apartment together. He would do it over and over and over again no matter what. This was what his life would be. This was his calling. Not signing, not writing, not law, not dance. Loving Kurt is what he was put on this earth to do, and the rest were just details for him. He could take on anything and everything as long as Kurt was by his side, and he planned to have Kurt by his side, for a very long time. Preferably forever.

Five. Make you fall in love with me.

Blaine would sit in his bed and think about the "what ifs" sometimes. They scared him shitless. What if he had been too late? What if Kurt had moved on and didn't want to deal with Blaine anymore. What if he had never taken that chance and kissed Kurt those years ago. Looking down at the beautiful man that was curled in his lap he shook the thought. The what ifs didn't matter anymore. They were together, bound to one another. Here in their too small apartment in New York City, both taking a much needed break from their respective thesis's, Blaine knew it was meant to be. Blaine had always known they were meant to be. He had a fairly good idea that Kurt had too. There had been fights and make ups and on one very strange occurrence, a homeless man named Robert who had ended up teaching them how to say "I'm cold and I'm hungry and I lost my cat" in Japanese on the cold New York sidewalk. But none of that mattered. That little silver band that was on Kurt's finger, and matched the one on Blaine's was proof that they were right. They were meant for each other and they were willing to shout it to the world. And they would shout it to the world over and over again. Because that was what they were made for. That's what their sole purpose, their job, in life was; to let everyone know just how much they loved each other. And they would, forever and a day.

If ever I believe my work is done, then I'll start back at one.