Blaine's fingers draw a soft pattern along Kurt's hairline, then trace the contours of his face with the lightest tentative caress.

Kurt can't help but smile at him, as they lie on Kurt's bed on that early afternoon, just marvelling at each other between short snippets of talk and simply being there.

Blaine's expression is the softest Kurt believes he has yet seen, and his eyes wander across Kurt's face along with his fingers. One spot he comes back to ever so often, and now his eyes have come to rest there once more.

"You know, your lips are perfect."

Kurt's lids close in dismissing the compliment, but the smile on his face can't hide a spark of elation that is genuine.

"Please, Blaine, stop staring at my lips, you're embarrassing me."

The corners of Blaine's mouth twitch at Kurt's mocking tone, that bears no conviction at all. He laughs.

"I can't really. And I don't want to." He pushes up on one elbow, face propped up in his hand, and stares again.

"It's just so amazing, you know, I mean, have you ever thought how most people's lips just become thinner when they smile?" Kurt's eyebrows shoot up in amusement and a feigned questioning taunt, but Blaine just goes on.

"Yours don't, they become even fuller. " Now Kurt starts to blush despite himself. Blaine seems completely lost in his train of thought.

"And that's just what it feels like to kiss them. So soft, and..." Blaine lets his voice trail, and Kurt as much as feels the heat radiating from his face and creeping back into him, as his whole body starts to get warm.

A sudden thought has Blaine jerk his head a little and the mattress under them bouncing slightly with the movement.

"Maybe I should write a song about them some time. "

Kurt tilts his own head at that, interested.

"You write songs?"

Now Blaine's eyes meet Kurt's for a second, only to flutter shut as he scrunches his nose and shrugs.

"No, not really. But I just feel like it."

Kurt gives him the best deprecating stare he can manage with his insides squirming in suppressed excitement.

"And you wanna write a song about my lips..."

Blaine beams.

"Yeah, why not? I think I actually do." He is half joking, but Kurt can actually see how his mind already starts working.

Kurt rolls his eyes dramatically. "Well, it's just that I've heard rumours how Santana tried to do something similar about Sam's lips, so I'm not so sure..."

Blaine's face is all smiles and purpose now.

"Oh come on... It's just goofing around really, but the sentiment is heartfelt, I assure you!"

Kurt chuckles, and already Blaine starts humming and probing at a indistinct deliberate melody, which earns him another raised eyebrow from Kurt, but he never wavers.

His eyes flit across the room, as he clears his throat.

"I don't know, something like..." and he falls into a kind of singsong:

"My boyfriend's lips they taste of... berries..." He beams at Kurt until he frowns at the change in Kurt's look. Something drops and Kurt must really make an effort to keep a straight face as Blaine's eyes widen in a sort of shock, when he mutters under his breath:

"Okay, now that was rather clumsy.."

And then Blaine hurries to rescue the verse, his grin lopsided:

"Not of Berry's but more like... cherries!"

And Kurt actually has to crack a half smile at that, and the blush that colours Blaine's ears, as he continues, strumming an imaginary guitar in front of his body.

"Mm. I might just start over with that rhyme...

By saying how his lips they taste divine..."

Kurt gives a regal nod of mercy, and Blaine continues through a grin.

"I am sure they're more delicious than... expensive wine"

He fills in a muttered: "Although I've never had any of that..." then resumes his bright tone:

"And I just wanna make them mine...

Over and over again... and then once more..." And now Kurt is fighting hard not to burst in laughter, as Blaine leans in more, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Come on, tell me you, too, want an encore..."

Now Kurt is laughing, bringing a hand up to his face and looking at Blaine through his fingers. "Okay, okay, I give up. Give me more."

Blaine's smile stretches even more and his eyes narrow in concentration.

"Mm. So...

So whenever he talks I can't help but stare... "

He tilts his head to the side, looking at Kurt.

"My friends tell me so cause I'm not even aware...

Because my mind just goes well, kind of missing

When I think of my boyfriend and me kissing..."

The syllables are drawn out with pauses, especially at the end, as Blaine is clearly making it all up as he goes, but Kurt can't almost hold himself together with all the suppressed laughter at Blaine's happy expressions and pouts and vivid eyebrow movement. And that spurs Blaine on even more. He kicks it up an octave.

"My boyfriend is amazing, handsome and clever..."

At that Kurt pushes his chin up in a snickering question:

"Is that even still about my lips? Not that I'm complaining..."

Blaine laughs, but nods with a dramatically furrowed brow.

"You're right. Okay, let me rephrase that... "

He takes a deep breath and almost can't keep the grin off his face.

"The things that he speaks with them lips are witty and clever

And I am pretty sure he's the best kisser ever!..."

Now Blaine is laughing as well as he leans in against Kurt, inching closer, eyes sparkling and rolling up in his head to look at Kurt in an imploring gesture, that has Kurt raise his hands before his body.

"Okay, okay. I surrender!"

Blaine's smile grows smug and satisfied and he inches closer still until he just hold his lips in front of Kurt's waiting, never dropping the smile.

And Kurt blows a breath through his nose, to get some kind of a grip on himself, an finally leans in, still chuckling a little.

"Fine, I think you have really earned that."