Kurt sighs as he removes the last of his clothing, happy and content. After a long day spent designing and re-designing the same pattern over and over, of dealing with high-maintenance clients, and pinning fabrics till his fingers almost bled, this was the perfect way to spend the evening – relaxing naked on his blood red futon, stretching out beside his sub, reading out loud from one of his favorite Jane Austen novels, Pride and Prejudice.

Blaine lay beside him, naked as well, but on his stomach, wrists cuffed to the headboard, a small smorgasbord of food lining down his back – mostly berries drizzled with melted chocolate in tiny bowls, and disks of sushi lying on lettuce leaves. After reading a paragraph or two, Kurt leans over to pluck a desirable tidbit into his mouth – first one for himself, and then one for his sub, which he delivers with a searing kiss to the other man's waiting lips.

In this way they enjoy their dinner, while Kurt regales Blaine yet again with the fortunes and misfortunes of the precocious Ms. Elizabeth Bennet.

“Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word…” Kurt reads, feeding the last of the sushi rounds to Blaine. Blaine takes the whole piece into his mouth, but lingers to kiss and lick Kurt's fingers, which obligingly hover just in front of his lips.

“After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began-“

Kurt removes the empty bowls from the back of his sub, wrapping his body around Blaine's as he reads his favorite line.

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

Blaine turns his head towards Kurt, looking to capture Kurt's lips in a kiss. Kurt always kisses Blaine at this point, either overcome by romance or to keep from crying, Blaine doesn't know. But it doesn't matter. Blaine knows Kurt, almost as well as he knows himself. He knows what makes his dom laugh, and what makes him cry. He knows when to be available, and when to keep his distance.

Just as he thought, the moment he turns his head to face him, Kurt is there, his lips claiming Blaine's over and over, a gentle tongue slipping through the seam of his perfect pink lips to caress Blaine's tongue in return.

Kurt moves in closer beside Blaine, deepening the kiss, sliding against him, hard and wanting. The book tumbles from his hand, but a tiny slip of paper drifts out, lodging itself beneath Blaine's arm and the mattress. Kurt's fingers dance over it, then stop. He plucks it from beneath Blaine's body, opening his eyes while he continues to kiss Blaine, holding it before his eyes as he reads.

Suddenly, his heart stops cold.

Kurt breaks away from Blaine and stands, as if struck by a bolt of electricity.

Blaine's eyes open slowly, a dreamy gaze in his confused, golden eyes. When he sees Kurt reading the well-worn sheet of paper, his eyes fly open wide.

“Kurt…”

Blaine pulls against the handcuffs, but they won't budge.

“Kurt, I can explain…”

Kurt reads over the words on the paper again and again, his brows knitting together, his blue eyes becoming a steely gray, his face flushing red.

“Are these song lyrics?” Kurt sounds cold, angry.

“No,” Blaine says quietly, “it's a…uh…it's a poem.”

Kurt holds the page between two fingers.

“About me?”

His voice cracks a little. Blaine swallows hard.

“Yes,” Blaine says evenly.

Kurt reads it again, his mouth moving, mumbling the words softly. When he gets to the final stanza, he reads more loudly.

And your eyes, my life, consumes,

I do not give my love in halves,

So you can have all of me,

Or not at all.

Kurt knows exactly when Blaine wrote this. Kurt and Blaine don't fight very often. A rare few have been absolute doozies - one in particular over the fact that Kurt is gay, and Blaine is bi. Blaine made a comment, which he sometimes does without thinking, about a woman, and Kurt took offense.

To be honest, he was heartbroken.

It struck him in that one place where all his insecurities hide; the biggest one being his irrational fear of losing Blaine to a woman.

“Consume? I consume you?” Kurt's voice raises a fraction, becoming more of a high-pitched whine. His lips quiver and his hands shake. “All of me, or not at all? So, what are you saying, Blaine? Do you not want to be here?”

“No, Kurt! I want to be here! I do. Would I do this if I didn't?” Blaine says emphatically, pulling on the locked cuffs for emphasis.

Kurt drops down to the futon. Blaine sighs.

“Kurt…I was angry. I felt like you wanted to change me. And, I just want…”

“Want what?” Kurt prompts softly.

“I want what I am to be good enough.”

Kurt smiles and shakes his head.

“Well, I hate to break it to you, Anderson,” Kurt says, standing up and crossing over to his sewing table, “it's not.”

Blaine drops his head, his face burrowing into the pillow as he bites his lip hard. He doesn't see Kurt open a small drawer and pull out a folded piece of paper of his own, opening it up and carrying it carefully back to his sub.

He sits back on the mattress. Blaine raises his head, a look of utter resignation and despair on his face.

“It's more than enough.”

Kurt slips the page on the pillow. Blaine looks down at it, relief and shock flooding his body at the exact same time.

It's a poem, written by Kurt, after the exact same fight, but this one is all about how much he loves Blaine…just the way he is.

Blaine reads the poem through, but rereads the ending over and over till he has it set to memory.

…a man who gives me his everything,

Unconditionally,

Whose flaws are so perfect,

Not a thing would I change.

“Do you really mean that?” Blaine asks, looking up at Kurt with hopeful eyes.

“Every word,” Kurt whispers, hugging Blaine's shoulders and resting his head on Blaine's back.

Blaine bites his lip, his eyes flicking down at the poem on his pillow, and then back at his dom lying on his back.

“Would you show me?” Blaine asks sweetly. “Show me all the things about me that you wouldn't change?”

Kurt smiles, shaking his head and looking over Blaine's beautiful, bound body.

“Give me a second,” Kurt says, straddling Blaine's hips and running his hands up Blaine's sides and over his back. “I just have to figure out where to start.”