He jumped out of bed, bouncing up and down like a super ball, getting ready for his day. Throughout the shower and searching for an outfit the wide grin on his face didn't falter. If possible it only got bigger.

But how could it not?

He was a NYUgraduate, graduated with the best of marks and recommendations. He had a bright future ahead and he had the most amazing boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.

A boyfriend who had brought him through the craziest time of his life so far. When Kurt had suggested to help Blaine with his project, to care for him, support him and cheer him on, a part of Blaine had accepted the offer for Kurt's and their relationship's sake, not his own. When he had left the stage nine days later, flushed and nervous but the proudest he had ever been of any of his work, he didn't know how he had ever managed to work without Kurt.

Kurt was both, his muse and his strictest critic. His passion and attention to what Blaine did, heck, his mere presence got Blaine to work better than he had been able to in the haze he had been in before. Besides, Kurt had an exquisite taste and to get a content sigh out of him, to see a gleam of pride and excitement in Kurt's eyes, became Blaine's new goal in composing. When Kurt said something wasn't right, he was able to describe exactly what, throwing balls back and forth with Blaine in the creative process, creating not music but magic together.

Besides that, his living conditions also improved thanks to Kurt. Kurt made him take breaks,mademeaning everything between bribery, seduction and pure violence. Kurt took away his guitar, threatened to burn his bow ties, kissed him until he forgot what he was working on anyways or that one time when Wes and David were out, poked his head in, after Blaine had refused for two hours to have dinner, saying with a sly smile "Dinner is on the table and by table I mean on me. Naked. With food. On the table."

Food play had never been a thing for Blaine but the perspective of having fruit salad and ice cream from the naked skin of his alluring boyfriend made concentrating on work way too hard to even try.

Besides the eating, Kurt made him shower and sleep and clean up and for some reason Blaine still felt more productive and less stressed than ever before an important event. Kurt's presence and calmness were pure balm for his nerves.

Blaine looked in the mirror, fully dressed now, putting the final touch to his styled hair. Kurt had mentioned that he liked tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of his neck... since then Blaine had toned down the gel a little. He couldn't deny that Kurt petting his neck was one of the nicest feelings in the world and he wouldn't discourage it in any way.

A look at the clock told Blaine that it was close to 10am. Kurt should be picking him up in under an hour. In celebration of his success and really in gratitude for Kurt's help, Blaine had decided to make this weekend special and memorable for Kurt. He hadn't planned anything extraordinary but he did want to do everything to make Kurt happy and make up for the mess of a boyfriend he had been.

With a grin stuck on his face Blaine entered the living-room/kitchen area to find Wes and David discussing the Saturday morning news and football stats over breakfast. They greeted him with a distracted but friendly good morning before continuing their debate.

Happy to stick to his own thoughts as company, Blaine made himself a bagle before joining his friends at the counter, not really keeping up with their conversation.

"You are crazy." David just said, getting up and putting away his plate. "I'm outta here." And with another headshake, he was out the door.

"He okay?" Blaine asked absentmindedly.

"Yeah, he'll be fine. He just can't take a good political debate. Or his team being sore losers just like himself." Wes rolled his eyes before smiling at Blaine. "So, what are your plans for the day?"

"Kurt's coming over in a bit. I have plans for my first free weekend in forever." Automatically, Blaine's eyes went to the clock on the wall checking how long it would be until Kurt came. When he turned his head back, his friends teasing smile had turned forced, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I gather from that, that you two are still... going strong?" Wes voice was light but it had an edge to it, like Wes was holding back.

"Of course we are. He has just pulled me through my deepest funk ever. Why wouldn't we? He's amazing." Wes nodded, his features showing worry.

"Yeah, he really did do that. It's just..." Wes paused for a moment, examining Blaine's face. "I'll just say it. We are worried Blaine. You are really... caught up in this. In him. I mean we get love. We've all been there. Don't get me wrong but ... the way you met and the way he treated you at the beginning. I mean. Months, Blaine. Not one fucked up first date, but months of partying and fucking, yes we heard, thank you very much, and just him not...caringfor you like you're worth it."

Blaine bit his lip. He had heard this before. Not ultimately condensed like this and also not that clearly said but the looks and comments had been coming ever since the first time Kurt had stayed over. Wes was a good friend and Blaine would let him finish and then clear out his worries though it was hard to hear him degrade his relationship like that.

"We just don't want you to get hurt... again. You're better than that, Blaine." Wes eyes were full of honest concern and despite the little voice that was screaming inside Blaine's head that Wes was overstepping and getting it all wrong, there was also warmth settling into his stomach at hearing how much his best friends cared for him.

"I really appreciate you guys looking out for me but you have to admit that Kurt cares! I mean he practically put his life on halt for a week just to help me when I was stuck in chaos. I know we didn't meet under the best of circumstances but that we actually met is a miracle in itself. Twice sort of. Besides, Kurt has his own demons to fight and I help him as much with his as he helps me with mine. Please, Wes. Believe me. He is good for me. He makes me happy." Blaine smiled brightly, trying to lay all of his confidence and content into his eyes as he slightly squeezed his friends hand.

Wes was silent for a moment, seemingly searching Blaine's expression for the slightest sign of doubt or unhappiness. Finding none, he leant back and nodded.

"Do you love him?" Wes asked, in a voice he usually used when practicing cross examination for one of his law classes.

"Duh." Blaine replied, rolling his eyes. At this point he had both expressed it in words and action often enough for his friend to know. It was also the moment the bell rang and Blaine stood up to answer it.

He pressed the button of the intercom.

"Kurt?" He asked, feeling Wes' eyes still on him.

"Yes, honey. It's me. Shall I come up?" Even over the cracking intercom Blaine could make out the warmth in Kurt's voice at the pet name.

"No, don't worry. I'll get my coat and be down in a sec."

Blaine spurted to his room to get everything he needed, light spring coat, money and cell, slipping his bare feet into shoes, before going back to the door. Wes was still watching him.

"Does he love you?" Wes asked, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes still fixed on Blaine.

"Of course he does." Blaine answered exasperated, his hand already on the handle.

"Did he say that?" Wes asked as Blaine walked out. For a moment Blaine's steps faltered before he caught himself and let the door fall closed, not showing that Wes had startled him.

Kurt hadn't said it. That didn't mean that he didn't in fact love him. Blaine shook his shoulders a little, like trying to get off a spider without touching it. He wouldn't let Wes or, worse, doubt destroy the perfect happiness that was supposed to be this day.

When he met up with Kurt outside his house, he was greeted with a content smile, a lingering kiss and a held out hand. If that wasn't love, Blaine was sure the mere possibility of its existence had been a lie all along.

"So, what are our plans for the day?" Kurt asked as they wandered down the street. "You didn't tell me what you're up to." Kurt gave him a crooked grin and Blaine squeezed the hand he was still holding.

"Can't stand a little secret, Mr. Hummel?" Blaine teased and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I just don't like being out of the loop." Blaine chuckled.

"Well, I wasn't being secretive. I don't have big plans, except making this day as wonderful as possible for you." Blaine stopped for a moment, so Kurt had to turn and look him straight in the eye. "You've been the most amazing partner over the past week while I haven't. Let me take care of you today. You chose. Whatever you want to do. I'll make it worth your while. This isyourday."

Kurt was silent for a moment just staring at his boyfriend, clearly taken aback.

"You know you don't need to make up for anything, right? This isn't a contest." Kurt said hesitantly, his eyes bright but unsure. Blaine let his head hang and shook it, a different kind of smile spreading on his face. Small. Private. Amused. A smile that saidoh Kurt that's so you and I adore every bit.

"No, Kurt. Of course it isn't. I am just grateful for having you in my life and though I sort of hope to make that known on an everyday basis... I want to dedicate this day to showing you and if it's only by doing whatever you want to do."

"Whatever I want?" Kurt asked his lips quirking up, a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Yes." Blaine breathed, when Kurt stepped close, pleasantly invading Blaine's personal space. "Whatever you want. Where ever as well."

Blaine moved forward and caught Kurt's lips in a kiss. Their hands were still intertwined between them as Blaine let Kurt guide their kiss, a strong press of lips before Kurt tilted his head and started moving more purposefully. Immediately, Blaine opened his mouth, pliant as Kurt's tongue invaded it.

Blaine whimpered as Kurt's other hand came up to squeeze at his hip. Drowning in Kurt's touch was just as easy as losing himself in touching Kurt. Receiving and being taken coming just as easily as giving and taking.

With another swipe behind Blaine's teeth and a suck to Blaine's lower lip that both made him moan, Kurt broke the kiss and stepped back again. Kurt looked positively smug when he noticed Blaine's disheveled state.

"Mhh, I'd say that was a nice start to a perfect day. Okay, I just feel like doing anythingwithyou basically. How about we get you a nice bowtie celebrating that my stunning, talented boyfriend is a college graduate?" Blaine blushed lightly, happy at Kurt's praise but else only started to walk towards one of their favorite clothing stores.

Spending the day with Kurt was pure bliss. Blaine had expected doing the things Kurt wanted would be fun but also maybe a little like work but in the end the things Kurt liked doing were also the things Blaine liked.

So, they spend the day walking around the shops in their neighborhood, Blaine letting Kurt dress him or making appreciative comments when Kurt left the changing rooms in another gorgeous outfit. The day was hot for late May so they got iced coffees and sat down on a bench in the nearby park. They kept holding hands while watching the people enjoying the sun or just passing by.

"The sun should burn her for wearing a top like that." Kurt would say in a shocked tone looking at a sunbathing girl with a horrid outfit and Blaine would giggle.

"I bet they spent their whole life together. They met in this park and now they take a walk here every weekend when the sun is out and they feel fit enough for it." Blaine would whisper, dreamy eyes when noticing an old couple slowly walking down a path. Kurt would look over to Blaine with a shy smile and squeeze his hand before leaning in to press a sweet little kiss to Blaine's cheek that would make him blush.

They would laugh at the children playing among themselves or chasing their parents across the playground.

Kurt and Blaine just got up when their coffees were finished and the clock tower in the middle of the park told them it was time to catch dinner. As they searched for a restaurant to eat at, Blaine listened to the music filling out into the street from the open doors.

Most of the restaurants played romantic music, either classic melodies or modern pop ballads. Blaine found himself humming along some of them. With a giggle Blaine realized how odd that would have been for the person he had been some months prior. Sure, he had always loved music but especially cheesy songs had made him think about how lonely he had been. He wasn't lonely anymore and the things that people might label ascheesyin the songs he heard, were now things he could relate to.

The happy grin on his face threatened to split his face in half for what must have been the thousands time that day. Kurt didn't even ask anymore what made Blaine so happy because each time he had asked the answer had been a shy but earnest:"you".

"That was amazing." Kurt beamed as they left the movie theater. After dinner they had wandered around the neighborhood until Kurt had spotted the poster for a late night screening of Moulin Rouge. Well, in fact it had been a Red Curtain Trilogy marathon but by the time Kurt dragged Blaine inside they had only been able to catch Moulin Rouge.

"It was." Blaine sniffed, eyes till a little puffy from crying. He would have been embarrassed hadn't Kurt cried just as much as he had.

"Oh honey, that movie didn't spoil your evening, did it?" Kurt cooed and pulled Blaine closer wrapping his arm across Blaine's shoulders. Blaine automatically wound his arm around Kurt's waist and leant into his side.

"No, of course not. I never enjoyed this movie as much as tonight. Wes and David like a good musical from time to time but they are fed up with me crying over it every single time so I don't watch it with them anymore." Blaine paused a moment before admitting: "I tried to watch it with a boy I went out once... like a long time ago... but he only got bored and made fun of me for getting emotional."

Kurt was silent for a moment before tightening his grip and pressing a kiss to Blaine's temple.

"I don't know him but I can tell you that guy was a prick. You deserve better."

"Better like you?" Blaine teased and Kurt coughed.

"I might offer my service in trying."

"Well, I can tell you that your attempt is fairly appreciated." Blaine's voice had gone to a sly whisper. He could see Kurt's eyes darken.

"Is that so? I guess I should take you back to my place then and... make an effort."

Blaine's breath caught in his throat. It wasn't like he had never been at Kurt's place but in contrast to the many times Kurt had been at his place, he could count the occasions he had been over at Kurt's. Kurt had never addressed it but Blaine was sure that Kurt liked to be in a place that he wouldn't associate with his life outside their relationship, with his work and related struggle.

"Yeah. Yeah... I think that would... work." Kurt grinned at Blaine's adorable stutter and soon they were heading for Kurt's apartment.

Kurt's apartment wasn't big but for a mid twenty guy living in New York City on his own it was pretty roomy. The interior was tasteful but also homey, having many personal touches with pictures and other sentimental items scattered across the room. It was also obvious though that most of the pictures were at least 5 years old, the only new addition being a family picture that showed Kurt the way he looked today. Blaine didn't get much chance to look around more though because as soon as they entered the flat, Kurt pushed him towards the bedroom, attacking his mouth and neck while already undressing him on the way.

"Blaine, you are so."Kiss."Amazing."Kiss."Don't" Blaine flopped down on the bed, shirt already off and pants open. Kurt straddled him to attack his neck, sucking and biting the skin, soothing his tongue over it as it started to redden. Blaine moaned, stretching his neck to give Kurt better access.

Kurt let his mouth wander up to Blaine's ear, seemingly catching back on to his previous thought after he had toyed with Blaine's earlobe, caressing the soft and sensitive skin with his tongue.

"Don't know what I'd do without you." Kurt whispered into his ear and Blaine's heart throbbed. There was so much emotion and sincerity in Kurt's voice. So muchlovewithout needing to use the word.

Kurt made quick work of their clothes, spreading Blaine out on the bed and worshiping every patch of skin that got exposed, his belly, his thighs, sucking at his nipples and caressing the soft skin of his sides. He pressed and kissed adoration into Blaine's body and Blaine was losing himself in the touch and feeling, an endless stream of moans, sighs andI love you's falling from his lips.

As Kurt finally took him into his mouth, Blaine arched of the bed, the wet heat of Kurt's mouth enveloping his cock and after all the teasing pushing all his buttons. Kurt's tongue was practiced and quick, pushing, caressing, teasing and as Kurt started to hollow his cheeks and lick at his slit Blaine felt close to coming already.

Kurt's eyes were open, fixed on Blaine's face, taking in every emotion and sensation passing over it. Kurt looked younger like this, despite the suggestive action. His bangs were fighting their way out of his perfectly coiffed hair style, his eyes shining bright, while his full lips were beautifully stretched around Blaine's dick. He was beautiful. He wasBlaine's.

The thought hit Blaine so suddenly and it made his heart beat even faster. Blaine's hand came to rest on Kurt's cheek, cupping Kurt's face, feeling his own dick in Kurt's mouth for a moment, before gliding into the soft hair.

"Kurt, please, so close, come up here. Let me kiss you. "Blaine gasped out. He could feel Kurt's lips stretching into a grin around his cock before Kurt pulled off with an obscene pop. In a second Kurt was straddling him again and searching for his mouth, tongues mingling as soon as they met.

Blaine got lost in their slow grinding and dancing tongues but this day had been about Kurt and he wanted to end it being about Kurt. Blaine pulled back, cradling Kurt's face in one hand, while stilling his hips with the other.

"Let me make you feel good." Blaine whispered. He didn't know why he whispered. There was no one to hear them, but speaking normally felt too loud, destroying the silent closeness and intimacy between them. Kurt simply nodded, nuzzling his check into Blaine's hand for a moment and placing a small kiss at his wrist.

Blaine rolled them over, getting the lube out of Kurt's nightstand. He worshiped Kurt's chest and neck while working first one, two, then three fingers into Kurt. Kurt was panting and moaning, his hips moving with Blaine's fingers while his hands were knotted into Blaine's hair, loosening the curls from the gel and keeping Blaine's lips on his skin.

"Blaine, so good to me. Mean everything. Never. Without you." Kurt chanted between moans and cries of pleasure, still never using this one word that Blaine hadn't known he needed so much to hear from him.

"Please, now. Need you. Fuck me, Blaine." Kurt panted and Blaine complied. Quickly he rolled a condom on himself, trying not to disturb the moment by pressing little kisses to Kurt's sensitive thighs.

Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist, his hands finding their way back into Blaine's hair and for a second time that night Blaine was surrounded by heat, a different kind of heat, as he pushed into Kurt. He could feel the tension leaving Kurt's body as he stopped when he was all the way inside.

Slowly, he began to move, first slowly and then when Kurt's quiet whimpers turned into desperate moans, harder and faster. They were so close, tangled together, mouths finding each other again and again, just to press lightly or breath each other in, that Blaine hadn't much space to really pull out but like this it felt even more intimate. It was slower, more a steady simmering then an erupting fire.

At least it was until Blaine felt his orgasm hit him like a wave crushing at the shore, slowly approaching but when it hit it did with force. He cried out and buried his face in the crook of Kurt's neck when he came. He could feel Kurt's dick, hot and slick between their stomachs, their movement just providing enough friction to send Kurt over the edge shortly after him, shooting come all over their stomachs.

Blaine pressed sweet little kisses to Kurt's collarbone as he felt Kurt's grip loosening in his hair and he pulled back a little to see Kurt in the eyes. They were bright, shining in their afterglow, lazy and full of contentment. Kurt smiled when their eyes met, neck craning up to put a lingering kiss to Blaine's lips.

"Mhh, we gotta get cleaned up." Kurt mumbled as he let his head fall back to the pillow. "You should also probably pull out. As much as I love the feeling of a nice cock in my ass that's going to hurt otherwise." Blaine giggled at that, carefully pulling out to make both of them as little uncomfortable as possible. He threw the tied up condom away and cleaned both of them as well as possible before snuggling back into bed with Kurt.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and rested his head on Blaine's chest.

"Thank you." Kurt whispered into the silence and darkness of the room.

"For what?" Blaine asked, his hand lazily caressing Kurt's back.

"For being with me." Kurt paused for a moment. "For loving me."

Blaine's heart speeded up but Kurt didn't say anything else. The question was on the tip of Blaine's tongueDo you love me?with all the possible answers and pain it could provide.

But he didn't ask. Instead he pressed a kiss to the top of Kurt's head and breathed in the smell of the man he loved in.

"Thanks for letting me love you." He whispered, trying to be content with Kurt snuggling into him further and sighing happily. Kurt loved him in action. That was all he needed. In the end it was what counted.