The sun beamed in from the forgotten window, making the dust dancing in the air visible to the naked eye. The sheets mused around their waists, the comforter discarded on the floor. His fingers trembled, hovering over Blaine's jaw. "Kurt Hummel, do I make you nervous?" The corner of his mouth curled in the slightest smirk. On a morning like this when everything was still quiet, still new, Kurt wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in the shawl of warmth that was Blaine Anderson for eternity. This was where he wanted to be, just simple, just like this. After everything, all the pain, and the ridicule, he finally had something that felt so right, something to call his own. Leaning in ever so slowly he captured their lips in a tender kiss. "Only in the best ways."

It was quarter to seven on a comfortable Sunday morning and reality waited patiently behind their bedroom door.