It was one of those rare nights. A night where Kurt and Blaine almost had the house to themselves, with the exception of Finn in the other room, sleeping silently, for once. They lay in bed, Kurt cuddling close to Blaine under the thin blanket on the chilly summer night. They weren't asleep, but they weren't exactly awake either.

They didn't need words; they could basically feel what the other is thinking. Tonight, they were both thinking the same thing: 'how on earth did I get so lucky?'

Kurt snuggled in closer to Blaine; it was like they fit together. Blaine kissed Kurt on the head, the only thing other than their breathing being the sounds of the stirring of the wind, moving through the trees and making the leaves dance.