Blaine woke the next morning in a tangle of limbs and sheets. And next to him was his breathtaking boyfriend, bathed in golden sunlight, sleeping peacefully with his head on Blaine's shoulder. Letting out a contented sigh, Blaine realized he felt completely rested. No nightmares had disturbed his slumber, only dreamless hours were spent wrapped in the man he loved.

Kurt stirred slightly and Blaine placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Mmmm Blaine,” Kurt breathed happily.

“Good morning.”

“Yes, it is,” Kurt leaned up for a slow kiss, pulling back with a wrinkled nose. “Morning breath!”

“Are you saying I stink?”

“Um, yup!” Kurt giggled

“Let’s clean up and I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Shower with me?”

Blaine grinned and nodded. “Come on!”

After a shower that took a lot longer than it should have, they sat down to plates of scrambled eggs and toast courtesy of Blaine’s awesome kitchen skills.

“I can’t remember the last time I had a lazy morning like this.”

“You should hire people so you can have more of them. You work too hard.”

Kurt sighed noncommittally. But he did like that idea.

“When are you meeting with Daniel?”

“One. I’ll have to go home and change first, though. Then I have an appointment with Rosado at four.”

“Oh? And how’s that going?”

“Really well,” Blaine began after gulping down the rest of his orange juice. “He doesn’t care that I’m gay, which is a welcome change from the last shrink..." Blaine grimaced at the memory of his last so-called "therapist."

“You know, Kurt,” Blaine said seriously after a moment, “I have spent more time talking about my past and my childhood than anything else. Whenever I leave, I always feel so much lighter.”

“That’s good, babe. Really.”

“You know what helps me the most, though?”

“What?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Just knowing you’re here. That you’re mine and I’m yours... it’s the best feeling in the world.”

Kurt beamed. He loved that. You’re mine and I’m yours.

“I still have nightmares though. They’re never as bad as they were, but they’re still there, waking me up in the middle of the night. Except for last night. Last night, I didn’t even dream. I didn’t wake up. I slept better than I have in a long time.”

“Was it ‘cuz you were so tired?” Kurt asked with a smirk.

“Maybe,” Blaine grinned. “Or maybe it was just having you next to me.”

Kurt stared at Blaine thoughtfully for a moment. “Then... then I don’t think you should sleep by yourself anymore. Ever.”

“Kurt?”

“Move in with me.” Where was this coming from? Kurt was just rolling with it. It felt right. God it felt so RIGHT.

Blaine was speechless. Overwhelmed.

“I know it’s fast. But, Blaine, I’m in love with you. I’m not letting you go. This morning when I woke up and you were beside me, it felt like how it’s always supposed to be. How it always should be. It felt right and necessary and absolutely perfect.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll move in with you. Yes. Fuck yes. Kurt, you’re right. About everything. I love you and it’s right. And I love you. God I love you!”

Blaine pulled Kurt into a passionate embrace, holding him as close as he could. All he wanted to do was kiss him senseless and for a really long time.

“I have to go,” Blaine said sadly when he pulled away.

“I know. Go make those dreams come true.”

Blaine took the elevator to the eighteenth floor and gave his name to the receptionist. A pretty young woman came out a few minutes later and introduced herself as Olivia, Daniel’s assistant. Olivia led him down a long hallway to a conference room.

“Alright Mr. Anderson, here is the contract. Take a few minutes and look it over. Mr. Rochester will be in once he is done with a conference call. It shouldn’t be too long. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Some water would be great. Thanks!”

Blaine sat in the cushioned arm chair and had read the entire document by the time Daniel entered the room.

“So, what do you think?” Daniel gestured to the papers.

“Where do I sign?”

Blaine was seated in a comfortable high backed leather arm chair in a cozy office. The door opened and a tiny Hispanic man entered, offering his hand to Blaine.

“Mr. Anderson, how are you? And don’t say good!”

“I’m better, Dr. Rosado,” Blaine chuckled softly. “A lot better.”

“Yeah? And the nightmares?”

“Last night was the first night I didn’t have any.”

“Good, good. You’re smiling... what happened?”

“I spent the night with Kurt last night,” Blaine’s grin widened.

“Oh, wow! Big step.”

“Yeah. Yesterday was our three-month anniversary.”

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you. And today I signed with an agent.”

“An agent?”

“Someone to get me gigs and hopefully a recording contract.”

“Ah, how exciting!”

“It’s all thanks to Kurt.”

“Oh yeah?”

“He pulled some strings and last night I’m singing at The Attic and today I’m getting an agent. I wouldn’t have this opportunity if it wasn’t for him.”

“It sounds like he really cares about you.”

“And I really care about him.”

Two months later, they had relaxed into their new life with each other. Blaine was settled into Kurt’s apartment and had regular gigs at different venues across the city, but he still worked at Burt’s every week.

Kurt had taken Blaine’s advice and hired plenty of hands to help out so he and Quinn could have their mornings back. But Kurt soon realized he didn’t want to give up mornings at Burt’s, so he usually ended up opening anyways. Blaine wasn’t fond of waking up without Kurt next to him, but he couldn’t dissuade Kurt from doing what he loved.

They weren’t perfect--what relationship is?--but they worked at it. They quickly learned little quirks about each other, some that drove the other up the wall and some that they found endearing, but they accepted each one, each quirk, each flaw, as something inherently Kurt or inherently Blaine. And they moved on; they didn’t dwell. They each gave a little instead of trying to take, take, take.

Because that’s what relationships are. Sometimes they’re more give than take. Sometimes you have to look past the little things because, above all else, you love your partner. An no amount of underwear left on the floor or closet space or unfolded laundry can change the fact that you love your partner more than life itself.

“Hey babe?” Kurt stood in the doorway to their bedroom watching Blaine dress for a gig he had that evening. He had just tucked his white button down shirt into a pair of dark skinny jeans that Kurt absolutely adored because of what they did for his ass.

“Black tie or red tie?” Blaine held up his options.

“Where are you playing?”

“Joe’s.”

Kurt thought a moment. “Neither. Your black vest. Unbutton those buttons. Roll up your sleeves. Yeah. And... this scarf,” Kurt finished with a flourish, stepping back to admire his work.

Blaine checked his appearance in the mirror and laughed. He looked hot. “Damn, Kurt. You’re good.”

“Of course I am,” Kurt kissed his cheek. “We’ve been together five months and you’re just realizing this?”

“I realize it every day, babe," he said as he moved to the bathroom. "So, did you want to ask me something?”

Kurt followed him. “Oh, yeah. How would you feel about a short vacation at the end of the month? Just like a weekend trip.”

“I’m game. Where to?”

“Ohio.”

“Oh...” Blaine froze, looking at Kurt through the bathroom mirror where he was gelling down his curls. “Ohio?”

“Um, yeah. I know you haven’t been back since... well, it’s just that I go every year at this time and so... I’m going whether you do or not, though.”

Blaine continued fixing his hair with a furrowed brow. “Can I think about it?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“Sure! Take a day or two, and just let me know so I can buy plane tickets.”

“Will do.”

“Ok, Blaine. Seriously? ENOUGH WITH THE GEL!”

“Coop, Kurt asked me to go to Ohio with him.”

“And you said?”

“That I’d think about it.”

“Have you?”

“Yes. And I think I want to go.”

“Alright then. Good for you. Why is he going?”

“I don’t know. He said he goes every year. So I kind of think it has to do with his dad.”

“When are you going?”

“At the end of the month, and just for the weekend.”

“Ok! So... do you know what you want to order? I’m starved.”

Kurt was sitting on the couch watching The Bachelor when Blaine returned to the apartment later that evening after his shift at Burt’s had ended.

Blaine plopped down beside Kurt and greeted his boyfriend with a kiss.

“So,” he began, resting his head on Kurt’s shoulder. “I want to go to Ohio with you.”

“Really?” Kurt muted the television. “Are you sure?”

Blaine took Kurt’s hand and kissed his knuckles, caressing the smooth skin with his thumb. “I’m positive.”