Waking up in Blaine's arms was a feeling that Kurt Hummel knew he would never grow accustom to. The easy morning light shining across his peaceful face at an angle that made his tan skin glow, the steady rise and fall of his toned chest under Kurt's warm cheek, his arms, strong and secure around Kurt's sleep-calm body. It was one of those simple things that made Kurt's heart swell with happiness every time he even so much as thought about it. Waking up next to Blaine Anderson was easily one of the greatest feelings in the entire world. Second only to kissing him of course.

For the next two weeks, their relationship went on without a hitch, not that that came as a shock to anyone around them. They were filled with daily 11 AM coffee dates, gentle kisses, and cherished time spent with each other. Kurt slept over at Blaine's two other times during the time period, which only made it increasingly difficult for him to fall asleep alone and without Blaine's comforting presence nearby. But that turned out being okay because they would end up on the phone with each other until they fell asleep instead. They had even gone out on another sit-down date together to some restaurant that Kurt found and wanted to go to, where he insisted on paying to make up for the fact that Blaine had paid for the two of them on their first date.

There was only one thing on Kurt's mind though, and it had everything to do with the date. Today it was Saturday, July 22nd, his and Blaine's official one month anniversary as a couple. Kurt was positively beaming at the thought of it. Being with Blaine, falling in love, staying in Paris, it was all mind blowing and amazing and crazy all at once. He really couldn't get over it. If you would have told him at graduation that he would be sitting here today waiting for his charming boyfriend to pick him up to take him out to celebrate their one month of being together, he would have had you admitted into a mental hospital for suggesting something so crazy. But that's exactly what he was doing, something he had once deemed so out of reach, now miraculously right in front of him.

So there he was, sitting in the hotel lobby to wait for Blaine to get there. He was wearing extremely skinny, denim jeans and a blue and green plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows with a navy, thin tie. The outfit brought out his eyes and made it so that the emerald flecks in his sapphire eyes were visible. He looked at the stylish, black watch that was around his wrist, it said that it was almost 7:30, the time Blaine said he would be there. Kurt had no idea where they would be going on their date or even what they might be doing. Blaine had kept it completely under wraps and didn't even give him any hints of what they would be doing. The only thing he said was to dress nicely, which still left a world of possibilities for what the evening would entail.

As if on cue, the next time he looked at his watch, it read 7:30 and Blaine walked through the door. His eyes lit up as soon as he spotted Kurt sitting there. He walked over to Kurt with a bright, hopeful smile on his face, holding a hand out to him to help him stand.

"Hi," Kurt said with an almost shy smile as Blaine took his hand.

"Hi," Blaine repeated, his eyes ran up and down Kurt's body, "Kurt, you look amazing."

"Thanks," Kurt blushed, still not entirely used to his compliments, "So do you. I love your hair." Blaine had on a white Oxford shirt with the first two buttons undone so that the top of his chest was poking out. His hair was curly and lovely and the exact way he knew was Kurt's favorite version of his hair.

Blaine laughed self-consciously and rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand, "Thanks, I mean, I do try. I can't look like a slob when you always look impeccable."

"I approve," Kurt confirmed with a peck to his cheek.

"Very well then," Blaine said in a smooth voice, "We should probably get going."

"Oh, should we?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, trying to get even the tiniest of details.

"Yes," Blaine tugged his hand and they walked out the door and down the street, "We can't really be late."

Kurt gave him his best puppy dog eyes, "Still not telling me what we're doing?"

"Absolutely not," Blaine dismissed without a moment's pause, "You'll see soon enough, I promise."

Kurt huffed, "Okay, okay, I give up. You win."

"Don't I always?" Blaine asked smugly.

Kurt almost snorted, "No."

"Hush you," Blaine bumped his side.

And after a few minutes, Kurt found himself standing at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, "B-Blaine?" His eyes were as wide as saucers.

"Yes?"

"Are we...are we going up there?" he was so genuinely stunned that he was having trouble remembering what words were.

"Yupp," Blaine smiled, "There's a restaurant on the first level that I got us a reservation at."

"You got us into Le 58 Tour Eiffel?" Kurt asked low and slow, to which Blaine nodded, "Blaine! That is- oh my God! I can't believe- this is amazing!" he wrapped his arms around Blaine in a tight hug, "Thank you," he whispered into his ear, still trying to process that this was happening.

"You're very welcome," Blaine hugged back, extremely proud of himself that it got this kind of reaction out of his boyfriend, "What do you say we go up?"

Kurt nodded furiously and they were off and up to the first level. Miraculously, they were seated right next to the window, giving them one of the most breathtaking views on the entire planet. The sun was setting, the sky anindescribable combination of orange and pink behind the scenery. But it was nothing compared to how Kurt looked. The sun casting a warm glow on his Porcelain skin, his eyes blue and wide as he watched the fading light outside the window. Blaine had a small smile on his face as he watched Kurt sit there, so excited and surprised by this all. He was so gorgeous, Blaine couldn't even put it into words. He had probably thanked Blaine about a million times throughout dinner, to which Blaine just smiled and told him that it was no big deal, that it was the least he could do.

When they were done eating, Blaine paid the waiter and they went back out to the elevator. Kurt's eyes widened considerably when Blaine pressed the button for them to go up rather than down, like he had been expecting.

"Blaine? Why did you press the up button?"

"Because that's exactly where we're going," he answered simply.

"Really?"

"Well yeah. I never said that we were only going to dinner," he winked and gave Kurt's hand a light squeeze.

Kurt rolled his eyes fondly, "You didn't say anything at all, actually," he pointed out.

Blaine side eyed him, "Wouldn't be much fun if it wasn't a surprise." And with that, the elevator door opened. Kurt's eyes shot open as all the air left his lungs.

The entire area was lined with white Christmas lights and small, vanilla scented candles. In the middle were two chairs facing each other, a guitar leaning on one of them. Kurt could barely breathe.

"H-h-how did you..." he locked his wide, bright eyes on Blaine's.

Blaine smiled, "I pulled a few strings. Friends in high places," he gestured for them to step out.

Before they got out, Kurt caught his lips in a brief kiss, "This is incredible, Blaine. I seriously can't believe you did all of this," his smile was so big that his dimples were popping out and his eyes were crinkling at the corners.

Blaine kissed the back of his hand, "I'm very glad you like it," he said and walked them over to the chairs he had set up, taking the one with the guitar next to it for himself.

Confusion momentarily washed over Kurt's features, "What's that for?" he pointed to the guitar.

Blaine breathed in deeply, "Because there's something I need to tell you," he said, willing his nerves to calm down, "And I am much better at singing about my feelings than I am at talking about them. This is something that I can't go without saying anymore. So just...listen," he picked up the guitar and put it in his lap.

"Okay," Kurt whispered, his heart pounding in anticipation. Kurt didn't think it was possible for him to be more in love with Blaine at this moment, the lights illuminating his face, his fingers moving effortlessly over the strings. Kurt gasped softly, he knew the song Blaine was playing within the first few strums and it took everything out of him to not just tackle him in a hug before he even started singing. Blaine lifted his eyes to catch Kurt's awed ones as he started to sing.

"I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you
Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you
I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down, I wanna come to
I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you."

Kurt brought his hand up to cover his mouth as he felt his eyes start to fill with unshed tears.

"No one understands me quite like you do
Through all of the shadowy corners of me.

I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew.

I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew."

And then Kurt noticed something, Blaine's eyes were sparkling just like he knew his own were, like he was trying not to cry with every fiber of his being. Kurt's heart was soaring while he continued to be entranced by Blaine's voice.

"I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you
Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you
I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine, now I'm shining too
Because, oh, because I've fallen quite hard over you.

If I didn't know you, I'd rather not know
If I couldn't have you, I'd rather be alone."

Kurt felt a few traitor tears slide down his cheeks, but he didn't care. He was too in love to care.

"I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew.

I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew
All of the while, all of the while it was you."

Kurt knew that his voice was going to be shaky when he tried to speak, "Blaine, you-"

"I love you, Kurt," Blaine smiled, "I'm pretty sure I've been in love with you since the day you bumped into me in that café. I just-I didn't know how to say it until now," Blaine put the guitar down and grabbed both of his hands.

"Blaine," Kurt laughed, more tears leaving his eyes, "I love you, too. God, I love you, too."

"Yeah?" Blaine was giving him his signature heart eyes.

"Of course, you idiot," Kurt said breathlessly, "So much I have trouble believing it sometimes."

A tear rolled down Blaine's cheek, forced out because of his wide smile. Kurt brushed it away with his thumb and cradled Blaine's cheek in his palm, "I told myself I wasn't going to cry," Blaine shook his head, mentally scolding himself.

"We both did a pretty bad job of not crying, if you ask me," Kurt joked.

"I'm serious though," Blaine said, "I love you, Kurt, more than I can really put into words."

"You too," Kurt added, "I love you, Blaine."

They both leaned forward and their lips met in the middle. They hoped that the kiss could say all that they wanted to despite their speechlessness. But their lips were turned up into smiles, even as they kissed. It didn't matter that they were both still on the verge of tears. It didn't matter that they were holding onto each other like the other could float away at any given moment. They were in love, and that was more important to either of them than having a perfect kiss was.

Kurt pulled away first and rested their foreheads together, "I feel like I'm dreaming," he whispered.

"Not a dream," Blaine kissed the tip of his nose, "I promise."

"Okay," Kurt half-smiled, "That song was beautiful, Blaine."

"Thank you," Blaine blushed, "I heard it and all it made me think of was you, so I knew it was the song I had to sing."

"It's perfect," Kurt reassured and Blaine beamed at him, "You're too adorable for your own good," he teased.

Blaine laughed, "But you love me anyway?"

"But I love you anyway," Kurt repeated, "It feels so amazing to be able to say that out loud."

"I know," Blaine agreed.

"I've wanted to say it for so long," Kurt admitted quietly.

Blaine reached to stroke his cheek, "Why didn't you?"

Kurt dropped eye contact, "I was worried you wouldn't feel the same way back."

Blaine tilted Kurt's head up to search his eyes, "I do feel the same way back. So I don't want you to worry about that anymore, okay?"

"Okay, I won't," Kurt promised, smiling again.

"Good," and Blaine pecked him on the lips on once more, "Now, do you want to go back to my place?"

"Sounds good to me," he said and Blaine tugged his hand back towards the elevator.

They got back to Blaine's room, still in their little ‘love bubble' that they were trapped in. They ended up kissing for a bit, which ultimately made them even more tired than their eventful night initially had. They curled up in Blaine's bed, limbs tangled and fell asleep together, ‘I love you's' on their lips and a light feeling in their chests. The night had gone much better than Blaine had expected it would, it actually went the best way it could. Of all of the uncertains in Blaine Anderson's life, one was not how he felt about the gorgeous boy wrapped around him. He was undoubtedly, undeniably in love with Kurt, something he could now proudly admit out loud. And God, did that feel perfect.