"Goodnight," Blaine says, "I love you." Kurt smiles back at him as he closes the door. A soft click tells Kurt that their night is over.

The April air drifts around him as he brings the three fingers of his right hand up to touch his lips.

Blaine. Kissed. Me. Is all Kurt can think about.

Kurt tilts his chin up to look at the sky. It was one of those beautiful nights in Ohio, when all the clouds have gone away and the stars just seem to sparkle their praise down onto you. It was like they were telling Kurt that he's the one.

Kurt moves his fingers from his lips to his arm, where he pinches himself.

This can't really be happening, Kurt tells himself repeatedly. But he doesn't wake up; after all, he was never been sleeping. It must be happening. The hand moves up to his face in a peculiar mixture of shock and happiness.

Kurt glances back at the house before getting into the car. He catches a quick glimpse of Blaine. He has been watching Kurt, through the lacy curtains. The yellow light from inside is streaming through the holes in the curtain and through the window, and lands in a dappled pattern on the bush below. Blaine can't help looking at Kurt longer than he should; Kurt is just adorable.

Kurt can't help but hold his gaze on Blaine for a little longer than he should either. Who wouldn't be able to help it? Kurt thinks Blaine was amazing. His love is amazing.

As the key turns in the ignition and Kurt drives away, he knows that there is a pink blush creeping up his cheeks. He can almost hear Blaine teasing him; feel his fingers through his hair; his tender lips, pressing against his.

Blaine watches through the curtain as Kurt's car's headlights vanish in the distance, disappear as he turns the corner.

As he drives home, Kurt hopes Blaine knows how life changing it was to meet him, and as he drives along the dark street, Kurt vows to never forget this night.