It was another beautiful day in Ohio. Kurt loved that spring had finally come to Lima. The horrible transition period between winter and spring was over too- no more slush, no more mud.

The two boys were lying on their backs in the grassy yard of Blaine's huge, Victorian style house, staring up at the sky.

"That one looks like a top hat," says Kurt, pointing at a cloud.

Blaine nods and laughs. Kurt can't see, but he can hear his boyfriend's deep chuckle beside him.

Kurt finds Blaine's hand with his own. They easily lace their fingers together and look up at the sky.

Both are silent, but the silence isn't awkward. It's perfect; it's romantic. Just like both of them like it. The couple watches as the clouds pass overhead and vanish over the horizon.

They lie in the tranquility for what seems like both forever and not even a second. Eventually Kurt turns his head to watch Blaine's face. His eyes are closed, basking in the sunlight. Kurt loves the way that since it's a Saturday, Blaine hasn't shaved and he's quite stubbly. He loves the way that Blaine's lips are parted slightly and you can see the tips of his white teeth between them. Kurt loves how Blaine can just completely ignore the world around him, no matter what is going on.

Heck, Kurt just loves Blaine.

Kurt squeezes Blaine's hand. Blaine squeezes back, as if to say, "Kurt, I'll never leave you."