Kurt straightened up and embraced the ethereal Blaine. And just like that, his whole body flooded with warmth, and the pain numbed until it was completely non-existent.

Kurt came to himself and suddenly opened his eyes. Everything seemed more crisp and clear as he looked around his bedroom, eventually resting on Blaine's sleeping form. All the emotions from the previous night swept back into him, almost knocking the wind out of him. It filled him up and radiated from his chest. Kurt was exposed, and his emotions and senses were increased tenfold.

Kurt's exposed skin was cold because Blaine was hogging the blankets, but Kurt didn't have the heart to take them back. Blaine looked so precious and innocent, snoozing softly. He looked so comfortable and happy above all.

A few early birds chirped outside. Kurt lifted a hand to push curls off of Blaine's forehead, smiling to himself. Blaine's head was cradled in his arms as he lay on his stomach, the sheets falling off the swell of his buttocks.

He looked so beautiful, and it made Kurt's heart clench. He couldn't believe his good fortune. Kurt's hand ghosted over the dimples on Blaine's lower black, to the smooth muscular planes of his shoulders.

Blaine stirred, peeking through one his his eyelids and sighed happily.

"Now who's the one watching people sleep?" He joked.

Kurt's heart warmed knowing that Blaine liked what Kurt was doing, so he felt the need to explain himself.

"You look so beautiful," Kurt whispered, not wanting to let go of the moment. "I'm hoping you are real, and this isn't all just a dream."

Blaine's eyes opened fully to peer at Kurt, eyes shining with emotion.

"Every time I look at your face Kurt, I hope this will never go away."

Kurt blinked and a small tear escaped down his cheek. Blaine's thumb brushed it away.

"Come here, let's lay in bed all day and never let go of each other," Blaine said, turning on his side and opening his arms for Kurt to take his place there.

Kurt hooked his leg over Blaine's and slid into his arms. They fit like a perfect puzzle piece. Everything about this felt so right.

Neither of them could tell how much time went by with them just staring deeply and meaningfully into each other's eyes while holding each other close. The events of last night would occasionally flash behind their eyes, making them smile sheepishly and blush, but then want to shed happy tears and whisper sweet nothings.

Kurt had never made love before. Sex has always been purely instinctual, animalistic and nothing more than fucking for him. But last night was his first time actually making love, and he still couldn't believe that something so beautiful could be made between two people. Kurt was moved to his core.

After not feeling for so long, these emotions were utterly overwhelming. Tears would sting his eyes every few seconds, so he would have to take deep shaking breaths to calm himself down.

Blaine eventually cupped Kurt's jaw, swallowing visibly from nerves.

"I'm falling for you too," he said softly, looking searchingly into Kurt's eyes.

"What?" Kurt asked shocked, because they hadn't spoken for the longest time.

"When you told me you were falling for me last night, I never said it back," he informed with a small smile. "I just wanted you to know that the feeling is mutual."

"Oh," Kurt said, realization dawning on him, wonderful memories flooding his consciousness. "I didn't really notice, I just already knew I suppose."

Blaine's hand tangled in Kurt's thick locks. "I'm so happy to hear you say that, Kurt."

A faint blush colored Kurt's cheeks, and Blaine couldn't resist leaning in and kissing the warm flesh. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's torso and pulled him closer until there was absolutely no space between them at all.

Both of them hitched their breath at the sensation of their already hard cocks brushing together. Blaine burrowed his face into Kurt's neck, running his hands over the pale expanse of smooth, glorious skin. Kurt's natural scent washed over him, making him impossibly aroused.

Blaine slid his leg in between Kurt's thighs, eliciting moans from both men.

Without warning, Rachel stormed in without a passing glance, with a large laundry basket tucked under her arm.

"Not again," she groaned. "We all had to wear earplugs last night because of the noise you two were making."

Blaine scrambled to cover himself with the sheets that were in disarray.

"Rachel what the hell," Kurt screeched. "You can't just barge into my room!"

"I need your dirty laundry," she states matter-of-factly. "Because I'm nice enough to do our clothes in the same load and save us some money."

"In the bathroom," Kurt said through gritted teeth. As much as he loved Rachel, she really could be a bitch if she wanted to.

She collected his clothes from the bathroom and then peeked under his desk to see if she missed any loan socks. "We're all going out for breakfast, so I'd recommend you two get dressed within the next hour." And with that she left.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other briefly with hidden smiles before attacking each other and kissing joyously. A quickie before the outing was in order, and fuck it if the others heard the encore consummation of their love.

The weekend went by quickly, and before they all knew it, they were bidding the Lima gang off at the airport.

When Finn hugged Kurt goodbye, he held him close to whisper into his ear, "Kurt, I'm so happy you've found someone finally; you really deserve it."

Kurt didn't want to embarrassingly break into tears in the middle of crowded JFK International, so he swallowed the lump of emotion and just nodded, squeezing Finn's hand as they let go of each other.

Kurt hugged the boys and kissed all the girls on the cheek. Kurt would miss them, but he reminded them that him and Rachel were going to come home for the holidays.

When final call came for boarding, Karofsky went up to Kurt and held out a hand awkwardly to shake.

Kurt scoffed, shaking his head. "Come here," he said as he held out his arms for a hug.

Karfosky embraced him briefly, lifting Kurt slightly before backing up with a sad smile.

"I'm sorry again for that first night, I was stupid-"

Kurt put up a hand to silence him. "Don't be. It's all the in past. You're my friend, and I will always forgive you." Kurt smiled genuinely.

Kafosky broke out into a huge grin that crinkled his eyes. It warmed Kurt's heart.

"You're different Kurt," he commented. "It's because of him, I know."

Kurt's face burned a little at his words, trying not to smile.

"It's nice to see. But if he breaks your heart, I'm going to break his fucking face, got it? I will always be there for you, Kurt. Just know that."

Kurt took his hand and squeezed it. "Thank you, Dave. It means a lot."

Puck ushered him away with the rest of the group, as they all called out last goodbyes and waved. Blaine came over and put his arm around Kurt's waist.

"I really like your friends, I hope I get to see them soon."

"Maybe you will," Kurt said without thinking. "Maybe you could come with us back to Ohio for Christmas and you can meet my family."

When Kurt realized what he said, he looked at Blaine wide-eyed and terrified. Blaine looked shocked. Kurt sputtered nonsense.

"I'm sorry, it was too soon-"

"I'd love to," Blaine interjected with a warm smile. His hazel eyes looked like liquid emotion, and they seeped into Kurt, making him feel secure and blissfully happy.

Weeks flew by, and before Kurt knew it, it was nearing the end of November. They had already purchased their plane tickets to Columbus, and planned on leaving a week before the holiday.

Blaine decided to have Rachel, Kurt, several fellow friends from NYADA, and a few of his coworkers over for Thanksgiving dinner.

Kurt offered to help with the cooking festivities, but Blaine insisted that he wanted to do it all himself.

"I want this to be special for you, Kurt. I'm so thankful that you are in my life, and I know how you like home-cooked meals," he said.

Kurt arrived at 7:00, before everyone else while Rachel went to pick up their NYADA buddies. Blaine's apartment was toasty warm and smelled absolutely delicious.

Kurt made his way into the kitchen, hanging his fuzzy-hooded winter jacket over the back of a chair. Blaine had noticed that Kurt was starting to vary his wardrobe lately. It was nice to see him in things other than a leather jacket and ripped jeans. Tonight Kurt was wearing a clingy, dark green turtle neck and tight black jeans.

"Smells amazing, it's making my mouth water," Kurt complimented, winking at Blaine who was wearing a pink apron over his dress shirt and slacks.

"You make my mouth water," Blaine returned, pulling Kurt by the waist in for a kiss. "Mmmm..."

Kurt playfully smacked him. "Oh, you stop it. That's the cheesiest thing I've ever heard."

Blaine grinned dopily. "You love it."

Kurt felt his neck and ears heat up. "I do." Kurt's stomach flooded with butterflies when he looked deep into Blaine's eyes. He wasn't really sure if he could get used to that.

Blaine returned to his cooking, humming cheerfully to himself. Kurt watched him, daydreaming about living with Blaine one day, and how they could do daily domestics together and have sex on the kitchen counter.

Kurt had been mulling over for a few days now to finally tell Blaine he thinks he might love him, but he was too terrified to say the actual words. There were times when they would make love and hold each other in the dark, and those three little words would hang in the air around them, but neither said anything. They would just breath and kiss and make love some more.

Kurt's heart ached so much. He wanted to tell Blaine so bad, but he was afraid of the consequences. Maybe they weren't ready. Maybe Blaine didn't love him back just yet, and it would be too soon. So Kurt waited. He wanted Blaine to say it first, and he wanted it to be the most romantic thing in the world.

Blaine turned to smile at Kurt, stirring mashed potatoes, and his heart sped up. Kurt knew that his old self would probably slap him in the face if he knew how sappy he was being right now, but since that fateful night, the flood gates were open. Kurt felt everything all the time, and he wanted to feel it all with Blaine.

Kurt helped Blaine set up before the rest of the guests arrived, and even assisted Blaine to cut the turkey. You would think it would be a mundane task, but licking the butter and seasoning off each other's fingers and holding the knife with intertwined hands was strangely intimate.

Once everyone was there, muttering to each other around the table, the clanging of silverware and telling stories, Blaine lit some candles and dimmed the lights.

Blaine sat down at the head of the table. "Thanks for coming everyone, I am very thankful that I moved to New York and met you all. You guys are great friends, and I wouldn't trade you for the world."

Blaine lifted his wine glass and clinked it against everyone else's for a toast. Kurt kissed Blaine's knuckles before they dug into their glorious meal. However, the doorbell rang.

"Who's that?" Rachel asked.

"I'm not sure," Blaine trailed off confused. He took the napkin out of his collar and set it on his chair. "Let me go find out."

Blaine unlocked his door and pulled it open. Kurt leaned back in his chair to see who it was. All Kurt could see was Blaine, dumbfounded his mouth hanging open.