When Blaine woke up the next morning he had to push the blanket off because it was so hot in his room. Summer had finally set in and it was stifling. He looked over at the other side of the bed where Kurt laid sound asleep. He was so beautiful. Not to mention still shirtless (as was Blaine) from last night.

Blaine sat up in his bed and was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was only wearing boxer briefs. He must have gotten too hot during the night and, forgetting Kurt was there, taken off his pants. He tried to hop off the bed without shifting the covers or making any movements that would wake Kurt. He really didn't want Kurt to see that Blaine had spent most of the night in his underwear with an unknowing Kurt beside him.

Unfortunately for Blaine, as he got off the bed, one of his feet got tangled in the sheets and he came crashing to the ground with a loud boom.

"Shit!"

Kurt rolled over and sleepily looked down at Blaine, "Why is it that every time I spend the night, you always wind up stripped down to your underwear the next morning?"

"Sorry, Kurt. I must have gotten hot in the middle of the night. I was trying not to wake you up so I could get my pants back on... but well..." Blaine motioned to where he sat on the floor, "It won't happen again."

"Blaine," Kurt rolled his eyes, "Contrary to your beliefs, I actually rather enjoy seeing you in your underwear. Plus, it's hotter than hell in here."

Blaine smiled up at Kurt, "Well in that case, maybe I'll just leave the pants off."

Kurt threw the blanket off himself and climbed out of the bed. He stretched his arms into the air and yawned. Blaine was once again transfixed with Kurt's beautiful pale skin.

"Um, Blaine," Blaine's eyes snapped up to look at Kurt's face, "When you're done ogling me maybe we can eat some breakfast?"

"Y-yeah," Blaine blushed as Kurt put on a t-shirt, "Breakfast... right."

Blaine pulled on a t-shirt as well, but left the sweatpants off. He enjoyed the way he kept catching Kurt staring at his ass. He walked back over to Kurt and kissed his cheek.

"Ready for the best pancakes you've ever tasted?"

"You're really not putting pants on?" Kurt's eyes flashed down and then back up to meet Blaine's.

Blaine raised an eyebrow, "That a problem?"

"N-no! I just uh, thought you were joking before..."

"One should never joke about not wearing pants." Blaine winked and then started down the hallway, knowing that Kurt was enjoying the view the entire way to the kitchen.

Blaine was humming to himself as he flipped the pancakes he was making. This was the most content he had felt in a long time. He felt Kurt come up behind him and wrap his arms around his waist, resting his chin on Blaine's shoulder. He leaned into the touch, breathing in Kurt's scent.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked.

"No, no. I'm just enjoying how completely adorable you are." Kurt snuggled closer realizing just how perfect Blaine fit into his arms.

"Your boyfriend is making you pancakes in his underwear... and you think it's adorable? If the roles were reversed I probably would have gone for 'hot' or 'sexy'..." Blaine chuckled.

"I was going to say you were sexy until I realized you were humming 'A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes' from Cinderella..." Kurt giggled into Blaine's ear, "So I went with 'adorable' instead."

"Well, in that case, remind me next time to hum 'Do Ya Think I'm Sexy'." Blaine chuckled and then flipped another pancake.

"Or you could just sing that," Kurt smiled, "Right now."

Blaine smirked as Kurt went back to sit at the kitchen table as if he was ready for a show.

Sugar, Sugar

She sits alone waiting for suggestions

He's so nervous avoiding all her questions

His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding

Don't you just know exactly what they're thinking?

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on, sugar, let me know

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on, honey, tell me so

Blaine began to feel a light blush creeping up his entire body. He had forgotten just how suggestive this song was.

He's acting shy, looking for an answer

Ah, come on, honey, let's spend the night together

Now hold on a minute before we go much further

Give me a dime so I can phone my mother

They catch a cab to his high rise apartment

At last he can tell her exactly what his heart meant

If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy

Come on, sugar, let me know

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on, honey, tell me so

Blaine was starting to feel more confident now and he started to dance a little as he sang. He was still making pancakes though, so he didn't break out into a full-out dance, which was probably good seeing as he would probably just make a fool out of himself.

His heart is beating like a drum

Cause at last he's got his girl home

Relax baby, now we're all alone

If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy (Blaine swayed his hips)

Come on, sugar, let me know

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me (Kurt was suddenly behind him again)

Come on, honey, tell me so

Oh! If you want my body!

"Blaine Devon Anderson," Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear, "your voice should be illegal."

Kurt planted a kiss on the back of Blaine's neck and then slid his hands down until they were resting on his hips. Blaine felt goose-bumps rise up on his arms and shivered. Then suddenly Blaine felt as if things were about to move a lot faster than he wanted them to. He wanted to take his time with Kurt.

He turned around to face Kurt with a huge smile lighting up his entire face. He gently pecked Kurt on the lips before pulling away and starting to hum 'I Just Can't Wait to Be King'. He turned back to take the last pancake off the pan.

"You have got to be kidding me, Anderson..." Kurt shook his head smiling slightly.

"Rod Stewart is okay, but Disney is my one true love." Blaine was shoveling a couple pancakes onto a plate with the spatula.

"Speaking of love..." Kurt began.

The pancake Blaine was holding flew in the air and then began to plummet to the ground, but he managed to catch it before it hit the floor.

"Y-yeah?" Blaine asked, his heart pounding ridiculously fast all of the sudden.

"Calm down, silly," Kurt giggled at how fast that one word had affected Blaine, "I was just going to ask what you meant when you called me that last night."

"I-I called you that?" Blaine searched his memory, but he didn't remember calling Kurt 'love'.

"Yeah..." Kurt's smile fell a little bit, "I said, 'Sleep well, Blaine' and you said, 'You too, love'."

The hazy memory of their goodnights last night flooded Blaine's mind, "Oh, shit... I'm sorry Kurt. I-I didn't mean to say that out loud... Fuck."

Blaine was sure that Kurt was going to get freaked out, say they were moving too fast and run out on him... and all because Blaine's exhausted mind had let one simple, yet amazingly powerful, word slip.

"Whoa, Blaine, sweetie, calm down," Kurt took Blaine's hand in his and rubbed circles into it with his thumb, "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere, I just wanted to know what you meant by it."

Blaine looked up to see Kurt smiling gently down at him; he was so beautiful, "I... I'm, uh..."

Blaine knew he must be the color of a cherry. He was lost for words. He knew he should give Kurt an honest answer, but his answer scared him. He took a deep breath realizing that no matter what he said, he would probably just end up sounding foolish, so he decided to just go for it. The truth. The honest truth.

"It's just, I-I've never felt like this about anyone before, Kurt. I've never felt this comfortable with anyone. Not my family, or friends, or past boyfriends. I've never felt this happy in my entire life. Nothing has made me as happy as you do. I've been alive for twenty-two years and until I met you I had never known what it meant to be truly happy... to feel complete. And I know I've only known you for about a week, and I probably sound like a complete idiot, but I think I'm falling in love with you. And that scares the hell out of me, because I never expected to feel all these things so fast, or even at all. So I guess that's why I called you 'love' when I was half-asleep last night, because you are just that to me." Blaine looked up at Kurt through his eyelashes.

Kurt looked dumb-struck. He obviously hadn't expected Blaine to say he was falling in love with him. Blaine was just about to panic again when Kurt opened his mouth to speak.

"I-I don't know what to say, Blaine," Kurt still looked shocked, "except I guess that I should probably start calling you 'love' too, then."

"W-what?" Blaine was confused; he had expected Kurt to run for the door.

"Don't look so surprised, Blaine. The first time we met you openly listened to my problems just so I would have someone who would listen. Then you took me out for a fun night and paid for everything in order to make me feel better. You helped a complete stranger even though there was nothing in it for you. The next day you took me on our first date and it was sweet and lovely. And you were singing in your kitchen and you were perfect. And I fell asleep on top of you and you didn't care. And I saw you almost fully naked the next morning and I thought I would die because you were, and are, so unbelievably gorgeous. And you let me pick out your clothes. And you let me touch your hair. And every moment we've spent apart since I met you I've wished we were together. Your presence is intoxicating. You're adorable, and beautiful, and sexy, and yet so humble, and free-spirited. And I feel like every second I'm around you I fall more and more for you. And I didn't want to say anything because it's so fast, but then you called me 'love' and I thought maybe I wasn't the only one who felt like this."

"God, Kurt, I just.... Wow." Blaine was smiling so big that it hurt.

"Even Rachel noticed a difference in me," Kurt giggled a little, "Yesterday she said, 'It's too bad you won't see your husband today', and I didn't even notice for a second. But then of course I did and I was like, 'Wait, what did you just say?' and she told me I was going to marry you someday. That's why I got so mad when she kissed you. She knew how I felt, and she still kissed you."

"Holy shit, Kurt."

"Fuck. Ishouldn'thave told you that..." Kurt was rapidly turning pink.

"Yes you should have, love."

Blaine grabbed Kurt by the waist and pulled him to him taking a moment to look into his shockingly blue eyes before letting their lips melt together once more. Blaine had thought he was the happiest he could ever be a few minutes ago while he was making pancakes, but he had been wrong.

This, right now, kissing Kurt in the middle of his kitchen after being told that his feelings were mutual, was the happiest he had ever been in his entire life.

After a moment Kurt pulled away and looked at Blaine's face a look of pure joy on his own. He leaned in and kissed Blaine's nose.

"So..." Kurt smiled, "How about those pancakes?"