And that was it. Kurt was in love with Blaine. He knew there was the possibility of it happening and he also knew that he was falling for Blaine probably a lot quicker than he should, but in that moment, Kurt truly knew. He knew that he didn't know everything about him or the specifics of his past just yet, but that would come with time. He would be ready when Blaine wanted to tell him. But that didn't matter, nothing mattered. This wasn't something that would be defined by the things he didn't know, rather it would be defined by the things he already knew. He didn't have to know everything about Blaine to realize that he loved him. He knew enough. Like Blaine's secret, immense love of classical music and how he would gel his hair if he didn't feel confident enough to leave it curly, even if he absolutely detested gelling it. Or how Blaine's thick eyelashes looked when they were fanned out across his cheek as he slept. Or how goofy and adorable he was and the fact that he would get overly talkative when he was nervous. Or how his eyes would light up when he saw Kurt and that he had a smile that only was ever directed at Kurt.

But Kurt wasn't going to say it out loud just yet. He couldn't say it yet. The chance of being rejected was still fully on the table. And while it was highly unlikely that Blaine would laugh at him and never want to see him again, it was still a legitimate fear that he had firmly planted in the back of his mind. He would say it when he was more confident that Blaine would say it back. Blaine could think it was too early if he said it now. He would be content for the moment in showing it instead of saying it. His biggest fear, though, was Blaine not loving him back. That was his main reason for not just saying it then and there. It scared the ever-loving shit out of him. He and Blaine had grown so close in so short a time that losing him now would break Kurt completely. He couldn't lose Blaine, he hated even the mere thought of it. He would break into a million pieces with no way of being able to pick them all up if Blaine just disappeared from his life.

But, Jesus Christ, being alone with Blaine was so much better than he expected it would be. Not that he didn't like meeting up in the coffee shop every morning, because that usually ended up being the highlight of his day, but this was amazing. It wasn't like they couldn't kiss or anything when they were out, this was just so much more intimate, like somehow every kiss felt like something more. The simple fact that he could be wrapped up in Blaine's arms or vice versa and just lean in and kiss him at any given moment was something that was still new, but it was the good kind of new, like getting used to it wouldn't be unwelcome...at all. He loved that like this, he could have Blaine's honey eyes so close and that his lips were always so readily available.

"Kurt?" Blaine spoke, it shook Kurt out of his thoughts.

"Yeah?" he asked, Blaine's forehead tilted to rest against his.

"You kind of zoned out on me," Blaine laughed, "You okay?"

"Yeah," Kurt replied nervously, "Just thinking."

"About?"

"Things," he said to be vague.

"Enlighten me," Blaine said, his thumb stroking Kurt's shoulder in a way that was turning him into a pile of goo literally at the touch of his fingertips.

"You," Kurt responded. He really didn't know what else to say considering that was actually what he was thinking about. So technically it wasn't lying either, just some strong withholding of the truth.

Blaine's eyes widened, "Really?"

Kurt nodded to him, "You act as though I could think of something else," he teased, although it was true.

"Look at who's being fluffy now," Blaine laughed quietly, "But you know, you could be thinking of other things."

"Oh yes, because I would be thinking of other things when I'm cuddling with my boyfriend," he said sarcastically, the words still felt amazing leaving his lips, "What else would I be thinking of?"

Blaine furrowed his brow in contemplation, "Penguins," he decided.

"Penguins, Blaine, really?" Kurt snorted.

"I don't know!" Blaine shrugged, "The human mind is vast and not easy to control."

"Well," Kurt started, "I'll have you know that when your lips are so close, there is only one thing I can think of."

"And I'm guessing it has nothing to do with penguins?" Blaine bit his lip as his gaze travelled down the smooth planes of Kurt's face.

"Nothing whatsoever," he said surely, nudging his nose against Blaine's.

Blaine cupped the side of his neck and caught his lips in a searing kiss that could only be described as ending too close to when it began, "That what you think of?" he whispered, his voice slightly gravelly.

Kurt nodded subtly, "You know me far too well," he kissed the tip of Blaine's nose to make him laugh.

"I like to think so," he said through a smile.

"Me too," Kurt laughed.

They had a couple seconds of comfortable silence when they both realized at the same time that the movie had ended, "Well, what do you want to watch now?" Blaine said to break the silence.

"Dunno."

"Nuh uh, none of that," Blaine shook his head and rubbed his hand up and down Kurt's arm, "It's your turn, I did the first one."

"Fine," Kurt huffed, he got up to scan the DVD rack. The unwelcome rush of cold air once he no longer had Blaine's body heat made him shiver. The apartment was quite literally freezing he realized. He brought the sleeves of his sweatshirt down past his hands and brought them up to his cheeks in an attempt to warm his face. His eyes lit up when they reached a certain movie, he pulled it out and held it out once he turned around for Blaine to see, "Pride and Prejudice Blaine?" he asked, the light dancing in his eyes.

"What? Keira Knightly and Matthew Macfadyen are superb," he said defensively.

"I never disagreed," Kurt put the DVD in its player, "I was just a little surprised to see that you had it."

"I'll have you know that I can appreciate a good love story and brilliant chemistry," Blaine retorted playfully.

"I don't doubt that for a second," Kurt said as he settled back into Blaine's side and tried to soak up as much of his body heat as he could.

"You cold?" Blaine asked, his arm rubbing up and down Kurt's back once his arm was around him. Kurt was basically sitting in his lap. His one arm was would tightly behind Blaine's lower back and his other arm was so that his hand was tracing lazy patterns onto Blaine's chest. His ass was on one side of Blaine and his legs were across Blaine's lap, his feet on the other side of him.

Kurt nodded, "A little, but you're not, so that is lovely."

Blaine laughed to himself, "I'm glad you think so," he wrapped his other arm around Kurt and held him close.

"It's nice," Kurt hummed, nuzzling his cheek into Blaine's chest, "I like that you're always so warm."

"Do you?" Blaine wondered.

"Of course," Kurt replied, he pressed his lips to the spot on Blaine's chest where his head just was before putting it back down on the same spot. Blaine knew that there were two layers that just separated Kurt's lips from him, but sweetbabyfuckingjesus that did things to his heart, which was currently beating like he had just run a marathon.

They focused their attention on the movie, well Kurt did. His hand was now settled on Blaine's side and Blaine's hold on him loosened once he had warmed back up. Blaine was paying a bit more attention to the fact that he had such a beautiful boy in his arms. The way Kurt would rub his cheek against his chest and the way his soft hair would tickle the skin on Blaine's neck and how he would yawn so adorably at the most random moments and...well, his list could really go on for hours. Kurt shifted his weight a slight bit and picked his head up to catch Blaine's eyes about halfway through the movie.

"You're not watching the movie," Kurt smirked.

"I've seen it," Blaine said simply, "In the immortal words of someone that is ridiculously special to me: there aren't a lot of other things I can think about when I'm cuddling with my boyfriend," he quoted loosely.

Kurt hit his chest with a light smack, "This person of yours sounds smart."

"He is," Blaine nodded, "Smart, amazing, witty, kind, funny, wonderful, and not to mention outrageously gorgeous," he added playfully, all of that was true though.

"He must be a real catch," Kurt said, his heart fluttering, at the compliments being sent his way.

"You have no idea. I got really lucky that I found him," he said honestly.

"I'm sure he feels the exact same way," Kurt said, his voice soft as he lifted his hand from Blaine's hip to hold his cheek.

"I didn't even think I had a chance when I met him," he whispered.

"Why's that?" Kurt asked equally as quietly.

"Because he's everything," Blaine breathed into the small distance between them, "He is everything a person should be. I only met him three weeks ago, but I feel like I've known him my entire life," Blaine's eyes looked like they were made of glass, "I was so afraid that he wouldn't like me back."

"You shouldn't have been," Kurt said quickly, he decided that now was a good time to refer to himself as himself again, "I saw that you were all of those things after ten minutes of talking to you," he stroked Blaine's cheek with the pad of his thumb. Blaine practically melted into his touch. Kurt could hear his own heartbeat in his ears.

"Really?"

Kurt smiled softly, "I never lie to you, Blaine," he leaned in to brush his lips over Blaine's.

"Me either," Blaine said, "Y-you just mean a lot to me. I'm sorry if I'm getting all sentimental or whatever-"

"Hey, hey," Kurt shushed him, "You're fine, okay?" he asked and Blaine nodded to him, "I happen to like when you get all cutesy like this," he smiled.

The corner of Blaine's lips twitched up and he let out a small laugh, "Well I'm very happy to hear that," Kurt laughed to him in return, "But you know that I mean every word of it, right? I don't just say it to be cheesy or cliché or-"

"Blaine," Kurt interrupted, effectively quieting the other boy. This is what he meant when he thought about the way Blaine gets all chatty when he's nervous, "I know, okay? Don't worry about all of that. I would never doubt how genuine you are because we don't lie to each other, remember?" Blaine nodded, "So you're perfectly fine."

"Thanks," he said softly.

"You're welcome," Kurt replied, "Even if you are extremely adorable when you start rambling like that," he teased to lighten the mood back up.

Blaine laughed and broke out into one of his dazzling smiled that started all the way in his eyes, "It's good to know that my lack of having a filter brings you joy."

"Of course it does," Kurt giggled, "I wouldn't have you any other way."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he confirmed, "No lies."

"No lies," Blaine repeated.

He tilted his head down to press his lips to Kurt's. Jeez, as if Kurt's kisses weren't already one of his favorite things. He dreamt of those soft lips. They felt like they were made to fit with his. And, oh boy, the way Kurt's fingers had tangled themselves into Blaine's hair, he felt like he could do this forever. He would probably even try to if the battle between kissing and oxygen wasn't an issue. But who gives two craps about oxygen when you've for someone as special as Kurt in your arms? No one, that's who. Kurt was one of the single most important people in Blaine's life, he had decided. He would be content to be with Kurt and remind him of how much he meant to him every day if he could, no arguments, no complaints. Because that's really what it's all about, right? Making the person you care about happy? Blaine would do that for as long as Kurt would let him.

But Blaine did his best to clear his mind. He thought of the easy brushes of their lips, the gentle swipes of their tongues, and the light touches of their fingertips. That ended up being a lot easier than Blaine had initially anticipated because Kurt would release these breathy, high-pitches sighs that just made it impossible to think of anything else.

"Kurt," he whispered once they had to pull away.

"Blaine," he whispered back, opening his eyes to meet Blaine's intense gaze.

"You are...incredible," he said as soon as he found the words.

"So are you," Kurt returned.

"I like you a lot, gorgeous. Have I told you that?"

Kurt giggled, "Yeah, but I like hearing you say it."

"I like you," Blaine said with a kiss to his cheek, "So much," a kiss to his forehead, "You have no idea," a short kiss to his lips.

He toyed with a curl near Blaine's ear while he laughed and soaked up the compliments, "Thanks, handsome." He moved himself so that his knees where braced on either side of Blaine's hips, his ass settled on his thighs. He looped his arms around Blaine's neck. Blaine quirked an eyebrow up, "What?" Kurt laughed nervously.

"Nothing, nothing," Blaine said with a smile playing on his lips. He rested his hands on Kurt's lower back, caressing it lightly with his fingertips.

"Oh," Kurt said, realizing the reason behind Blaine's smirk. He was literally sitting in his lap, what else would Blaine do? Frown and tell him to get off? Oh hells no.

"Yeah," Blaine said self-consciously. His gaze flashed down to Kurt's kiss-swollen lips. He looked up into Kurt's eyes, "God," he said under his breath, he looked like he was in awe.

"What, Blaine?" he asked. He felt his heart beat speeding up considerably.

"I could kiss you senseless right now," he said honestly.

Kurt slowly inched his head forward until his lips were ghosting against Blaine's as he spoke, "Why don't you?" he asked, his voice low and slow.

"Maybe I will," Blaine said back, their breaths mixing with one another.

"Okay."

Blaine moved in to close the distance between them. They tilted their heads to create more pressure after a few seconds. It could have been hours that they were kissing, neither of them knew, nor did they care. In all seriousness, it could have been days and they didn't have it in them to even care a little bit. Once they were both breathless and panting heavily, they pulled back and stared into each other's eyes.

Kurt started giggling, which made Blaine smile in return, "What?" Blaine asked out of curiosity.

"Nothing," Kurt said with the shake of his head, "I just...really like kissing you is all."

"Ah," Blaine let out a short breath, "I happen to agree with you."

"This is where I tell you that I'm glad you think so," Kurt joked.

Blaine laughed and kissed him again chastely, cutting it off before it got too heated, "I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of that."

"Get tired of what?"

"Kissing you," he said bluntly.

"Oh," Kurt blushed, "Neither am I."

"And the feeling I get," he added.

Kurt smiled and nodded, "Me either. It's...it's..."

"Wonderful? Amazing? One of the best feelings in the history of ever?" Blaine answered for him.

"Exactly," Kurt laughed. A part of him was in shock. He couldn't believe that he could do that to Blaine and make him feel all of those things. Of course Blaine made him feel that way, but Kurt being able to be like for him back? To cause that for Blaine? The shocked part of him was close to utter disbelief at this point.

"Hey," Blaine caught his attention, "What's that look?" he wondered. It was a little freaky sometimes to think about how well Blaine knew how he worked already.

"Nothing, just spacing out," he responded, only half telling the truth.

"Kurt," Blaine shot him a knowing glance.

"What?"

"You have a look on."

"What kind of look?"

"You just look uncertain," Blaine pointed out, the hint of a frown evident in his eyes.

Kurt let out a deep breath, remember Kurt, total honesty, "I guess I am a little uncertain," he admitted.

Blaine noticeably tensed in his arms, "About what?"

Kurt dropped his gaze, staring instead at Blaine's chest, "That I could make you feel all of that."

"Of course you do, Kurt," Blaine's whole face softened, "Why would you think otherwise?" He brought one hand up to place his pointer finger and his thumb under Kurt's chin to make him look him in the eyes again.

"I don't know," Kurt dismissed, "Y-you're just so...you. And I'm just so...me."

"And you're nothing short of amazing," Blaine said quickly. Kurt's expression said ‘Really Blaine?' so he went on, "You're one of the most incredible people I have ever met. You're beautiful, Kurt, inside and out."

"Thank you," he said softly, "That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"I speak nothing but the truth," Blaine twisted his neck to kiss Kurt's heated cheek.

"You are too much for words, Blaine Anderson," Kurt giggled. He felt his insecurities washing away, even if he was the slightest bit overwhelmed at Blaine's words.

"Oh thanks," Blaine laughed. He looked at Kurt, who seemed a little too quiet, "Hey, you okay?" he asked.

Kurt nodded and smiled reassuringly, "Of course I am," he said aloud. Because I'm in love. I'm in love with you. I'm in love with the way you care about me. I'm in love with how much you care. I'm in love with how goofy and adorable you are. I'm in love with how sweet and kind you are. I'm in love with the way you card your fingers through your curls. I'm in love with the way you hold me. I'm in love with the way you kiss me. I'm in love with the way your golden eyes show all of your emotions. I'm in love with the way you wear your heart on your sleeve. I'm in love with you. But he didn't say any of that, he couldn't, "Because I have you here with me."

Those three little words, those eight letters, were sitting on the tip of Kurt's tongue, just itching to leave his lips. Especially when Blaine was smiling like there was nowhere he would rather be than cuddled up together with Kurt. I love you, Blaine. I just hope you love me, too.