"Why do you call me angel?"

The question, whispered into the still-charged space between them, came a few months after they'd finally met. Kurt wasn't surprised to see that Blaine was a little taken aback at his abruptness, but he was curious. He'd always been a bit wary of pet names, generally sticking to more common ones himself, but hearing 'angel' directed at him nearly always left him with a little smile.

"Well, I guess it's because you were - are - one, to me," Blaine said after a few moments' silence.

They were lying on the bed, facing each other, and Blaine took his right hand from where it was settled on Kurt's hip and laced his fingers into Kurt's between them. The contact, which brought their Letters close, meant comfort and safety; it meant home.

As much as the Letter had irritated him to no end, Kurt couldn't find the energy to care, not now that he was truly home. He'd never have been content - he'd have wandered his entire life, but for a single moment of luck, and of impulse, after what had seemed to be way too much time to wait, but now was as lightning's fleeting flash in his memory.

"When I first got it, things were kind of crazy," Blaine continued; Kurt didn't have to ask what he was talking about. "As you know, I was stuck in a hospital - I still feel bad about-"

"It wasn't your fault, B," Kurt said softly. Blaine looked away, sheepish.

"Sorry. Um, anyways, I didn't have a lot of friends after that. Dalton was nice, but really stiff and traditional, and no one seemed to care about my personal life. At least, no one asked, not until my senior year. Knowing that you were there, even if you had no idea who I was... it kept me grounded. Like an angel, watching me."

"I still can't believe we could have met at a show choir competition," Kurt grumbled, but his expression softened. "Wow, I- I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, it's silly," Blaine said, chuckling a bit self-deprecatingly. Kurt shook his head, shifting so that he was closer to Blaine.

"It's not silly," he said, and kissed him. Blaine grinned into the kiss, and Kurt laughed as he pulled him closer, Blaine's skin warm against his - and still slightly sticky. Kurt scrunched up his nose against Blaine's cheek. "We should probably clean up."

"Mm, five more minutes," Blaine mumbled, nosing at Kurt's jaw and mouthing at his neck. Kurt closed his eyes involuntarily, feeling his heartbeat speed up as he tipped his head back.

"Blaine," he said, weakly protesting. "B, we need to sleep. Big day tomorrow." It was true; they were going to start moving into their own apartment together.

"Okay." Blaine pulled back, and Kurt could swear his heart skipped a beat at the sight of Blaine's faintly reddened lips. Blaine smiled a bit mischievously, glancing up at Kurt through his eyelashes. Kurt frowned, wondering what he was thinking. "Why do you call me B?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and smacked Blaine lightly on the shoulder as he laughed. "Such an idiot," he muttered. "Who's getting the towel this time?"

"I can think of a better way to clean up," Blaine said innocently. Kurt narrowed his eyes.

"If you're talking about taking a shower together-" Blaine nodded. "-Rachel's room is right next to the bathroom and it's almost 2 AM."

"We'll just have to be quiet, then," Blaine murmured, and Kurt knew he couldn't say no. "You think you can do it?"

"Try me."

His hair still slightly damp, Blaine was warm and comfortable in the grip of Kurt's arms, their legs tangled underneath the sheets. He could feel Kurt's quiet, even breaths breezing across the back of his neck, tickling at the loose curls there.

Kurt mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, inching closer to Blaine until they were almost flush against each other. Blaine smiled, closing his eyes and trying to imagine how lucky he was. He hadn't found disappointment - he'd found his soulmate, love, even a best friend. He'd found his angel.

Blaine opened his eyes just enough to glance at the inside of Kurt's wrist, which was facing him. The B there, small and red and otherwise trivial in appearance, that was him. He was a part of Kurt just as Kurt was a part of him, and though it was - at first - overwhelming, now Blaine took it as the final confirmation that he wasn't alone. He never had been, not really, but having proof that he was for someone else what Kurt was to him, that was a feeling that he couldn't describe with all the letters in the world.

"Goodnight, angel," he whispered softly, and he swore he felt Kurt's lips turn up in a smile against his shoulder. I love you.