Blaine cuddled closer to Kurt, feeling the warmth from his skin radiating from him. The feeling of his arms around his boyfriend’s stomach, of his head gently placed on his shoulder, of the soft smell of his skin, was comforting and familiar.

Sunlight filtered in through the windows, stretching across the bed. The afternoon was fading slowly and sweetly. The air smelled like spring, flowers were beginning to grow in the garden, blooming and blossoming elegantly, dotting the yard with bright colours. It was a perfect day, peaceful and beautiful, and somehow, free of worries.

Kurt was free for the day, and no trouble had risen that needed attention, so the two found themselves lying down to relax a day in the comfort of Blaine's cozy bedroom. 

"This is nice," Kurt smiled, his hand absently moving through Blaine's hair.

Blaine looked up at him, smiling softly.  Kurt looked so beautiful, with his eyes alight, sunshine making them brighter and gleaming, and the lovely smile that played on his lips. He was so breathtakingly wonderful. Blaine reached out to touch his cheek gently, almost absently, like he was trying to see if this boy could really be real, and Kurt took his hand and pressed it to his lips. The touch tickled and Blaine giggled slightly, to which Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine’s lips slowly. Every touch felt drawn out, lingering, romantic. 

"This is very nice," Blaine murmured in agreement against his boyfriend's lips.

For the first time in what felt like years, Blaine felt perfectly serene.

He felt safe. Kurt knew who he was, and he knew Kurt’s truths. There were no secrets between them, and that was like a weight taken off of his shoulders. Within these arms there was no battle, just safety and the trust, comfort and care. It was like a blanket wrapped around him, keeping out the chills and bitter winds of the world. 

"And it's nice not to have to go running off anywhere," Kurt added, leaning back against the headboard. "No phones ringing or people yelling."

Blaine sat up, watching Kurt, sunlight hitting his skin, shadows casting, eyes squinted and lashes flaring out over his cheeks. He was absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful. How am I so lucky? "Can I ask you something?"

Kurt looked up through his lashes, smiling. "Anything."

"How exactly does one end up getting a job in the espionage industries?" Blaine asked curiously, making his tone light and playful. "Did you have to get a background check and then train for years and get cool gadgets?"

Kurt laughed. "You've been watching too many spy movies."

"Spy classics," Blaine corrected.

"You're adorable," Kurt grinned, rolling his eyes. "No, I don't get cool gadgets and train in little camps to do karate or whatever. I did have to do martial arts and defence training at one point, and I do get some access to some cool technology, but it's not like spy movies." He paused, staring across at the wall for a moment in thought. "My mom actually worked for the company."

"She was a spy?" Blaine asked.

"Not a spy," Kurt repeated. "She was a wonderful woman, though-really honourable and caring and so so compassionate. She just wanted to help people and stop those who were doing wrong. I'm not even sure how she landed the job, but she was brilliant and wonderful at it. She was someone who was really making a difference.

"She...she passed away when I was just a kid," he said, swallowing. His eyes grew sad and Blaine reached out and took his hand and squeezed it lightly, Kurt returned the pressure. "A lot of the people who knew her there went to the funeral...some of them even knew me. They kept watching though, just in case, I guess to keep my family safe. It really can be quite dangerous.  Still, they watched me grow up. When I was fifteen they told me everything about the place and offered to train me so that I could help in a year or two. They saw potential-and they said they saw a lot of her in me."

"And you took it?" Blaine asked quietly.

Kurt nodded. "I wasn't too resistant. After they explained that every little story my mom told me when I was kid was true I knew I had to. She did so much good and I-I just wanted to be like her."

"She told you stories?" he said, smiling.

He looked like he was remembering something happy, the corner of his mouth turning up, hands less tense. "Yeah...when I was just a kid she would tell me stories about spies and secret missions and I always thought that she was just making them up, but I still loved to hear them. She was a great storyteller." He smiled, looking at Blaine, and tilted his head. "What about you?"

"What about me?" Blaine asked.

"How did you become..." he paused, glancing at the door, his hand making a motion in the air. The door was open slightly, but Blaine was pretty sure Coop was out right then anyways. He lifted his head, brows raised at Kurt. "...Silver?"

"Well, it's a bit of a weird, long story," he laughed.

"Blaine?" Kurt said, sounding uncertain.

Blaine realized how shaky his voice had sounded. He'd never told anyone he was Silver, and he had definitely never told anyone about the day that the world changed for him. Something about saying it out loud just seemed strange...official maybe? It was a story locked inside of him, deep in the depths of his mind, where lost memories went. It was something he never thought about usually. 

"I'm alright," he said, swallowing around the lump in his throat. "It's just...that was a long time ago."

"And nobody ever knew?" Kurt asked, raising a brow curiously. It was like he could read his mind sometimes just by the way his face shifted the slightest, or a change in the pace of his breath. 

Blaine nodded. "I was just ten..." He hesitated, and then continued, staring at his hands. "It was late and things hadn't gone completely well that day. My dad and Coop had been fighting a lot lately and that day it was just even worse than usual. School hadn't been the best, and then I came home to my brother teasing me...When they started fighting at dinner I just slipped out for a walk to try and clear my head and to-to just get away.

"I walked pretty far and then ended up in a part of town that I didn't recognize. It was getting pretty dark outside and I was freaking out that I wouldn't be able to get home and that my dad and Coop would be mad at me and that someone would hurt me and then I felt something sharp on the back of my neck-like a bug bite except a lot worse. I swatted at whatever it was and when I felt something cool drop into my hand I saw that there was a speck of metal in my palm. 

"The little thing had some sort of pointed end and it fluttered, but then it fell still. I just threw it in my pocket and tried to find my way home. While I walked, though, my neck started to really ache. I went home and they were still fighting so I just locked myself in my room. I put the metal in a jar and went to sleep."

Blaine took a breath, images of the day floating around in his mind-little fluttering silver wings, his father’s face scrunched up in anger, the sight of his own palms as he stared at them alone in his room. "When I woke up my neck still hurt and my hand was covered in silver. It took me a while to realize exactly what had happened. The suit's a part of me. When I think it reacts."

"Didn't that scare you?" Kurt whispered.

He shrugged. "At first, yeah, but something about it just...getting me, it felt right. Almost like it was meant to be. When I grew up a bit I realized just what I could do with the suit-how many people I could help. It became a gift, and now...it could never be a burden."

"You're amazing," Kurt breathed, smiling at him.

Blaine raised his head. "I'm just doing what's right."

Kurt leaned down and kissed him gently, his hand brushing across Blaine's cheek. "Only ten," he mumbled, their foreheads pressed together. 

Blaine opened his eyes, staring at Kurt with an idea forming in his head. A smile lingered on his lips and he pulled away to stand up. Kurt watched him with confusion. "Come on, I want to show you something," he smiled, nodding to the door, hand outstretched towards Kurt. Curious, Kurt stood and let Blaine lead him down the hallway, his hand soft in his own. He brought them round to the living room and sat down at the piano bench, brushing a hand gently over the keys so he could feel their cool surface without making a sound.

"You play piano?" Kurt asked, looking over the elegant instrument with interest.

He smiled. "Among other instruments."

For a second Kurt just leaned against the wall, watching Blaine's hand as he moved his fingers over the keys. "Warbler," he mumbled, furrowing his brow. Then he raised his head, looking curious. "You said that you used to sing."

Blaine remembered the conversation in the coffee shop. That day felt like a lifetime ago. "Yeah, one of the Warblers," he said, grinning.

"And something got in the way..." Kurt looked at Blaine sadly, his head tilted. "Silver?"

He moved his eyes to the keyboard, watching his own fingers. "Rehearsals didn’t work when helping people doesn't have a schedule. I had to quit the group when I started missing too many practices." He exhaled, his fingers playing a silent tune, ghosting over the keys. "I never stopped singing, but it felt strange whenever I caught the occasional performance. It's like the life I could have had..."

Kurt slid down onto the bench next to him, smiling. "Music doesn't leave us though." He pressed down one of the keys and a soft note rang out. He sat beside him, body pressed right against his, looking over at Blaine and grinning. "So what've you got, Warbler boy?"

Blaine smirked, positioning his hands dramatically over the keys. His eyes never left Kurt as he started to play. 

"I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted. I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back," Blaine sang softly, closing his eyes as his hands moved with ease over familiar keys. Kurt felt warm against him. "But I won't hesitate no more, no more, it cannot wait I'm yours."

He could feel Kurt lean his head against Blaine's shoulder and in a moment his voice mingled with Blaine's, sweet and beautiful. 

"There's no need to complicate our time is short, this is our fate. I'm yours."

Blaine had never heard Kurt actually singing before. His voice was so beautiful. Blaine wanted to listen to it all day, get lost in that voice. He stumbled over his own words, distracted by Kurt, laughing to himself as he tried to remember the lyrics in his suddenly flustered mind. Kurt's soft laugh broke the words in the song and he hummed along, Blaine's hands still playing out the tune without thought. He let his eyes fall open, watching Kurt as he smiled at the piano. 

"Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours," Kurt continued, picking up as Blaine still tried to place exactly what he was saying. "This is our fate, I'm yours."

The music faded away as Blaine hit the last note. It rang out sweetly and he looked over at Kurt. Kurt with his twinkling eyes and beautiful voice and genuine smile. Their heads bent together, forehead to forehead, eyes leveled, and they shared a gentle kiss, the feeling familiar. Everything just felt so peaceful and right. Kurt could stop the world from crumbling and spinning, like he was pausing time. Reality could slip away and somehow, Blaine Anderson was just Blaine Anderson, and that other life that he so often imagined seemed real. Everything seemed perfect.