Blaine smiled, "What's that song?" he whispered, looking up at his boyfriend.

Kurt got kind of a faraway look in his eyes, "It's, um, it's a song my mom used to sing to me when I was little. She'd sing it whenever I got upset or something."

Blaine traced random patterns to Kurt's t-shirt clad chest. He remembered the day that Kurt told him about how his mom died, Kurt had cried through nearly the whole story, "Sing it for me?" Blaine requested softly.

"R-right now?" Blaine could feel his heart thumping underneath his fingertips.

"Only if you want to, love," he said softly.

"Okay," Kurt replied. He took a few breaths to steady himself, Blaine knew full well that that was because of the memories that the song brought back for Kurt. But that was something Kurt was determined to do. His mother sang it to him when he was upset and now here Blaine was, holding onto him like he'd die if he let go. He was going to do this, because it was for Blaine. His Blaine. Who needed comfort more than he needed air, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. Kurt's voice was quiet and shaky, understandably so, as he started to sing the first few notes.

"Like a bird without wings
that longs to be flying.
Like a motherless child
left lonely and crying.
Like a song without words
like a world without music,
I wouldn't know what to do
I'd be lost without you
watching over me."

Kurt's voice seemed to get stronger and stronger as he went on. Blaine was simply in awe of the boy that was holding him. All of the strength that Kurt contained, all of his courage, Blaine didn't understand how he got so lucky.

"I get so lonely, when you're away
I count every moment, I wait ever day
Until you're home again
And hug me so tight.
That's when I know
Everything is alright."

Kurt's eyes were closed, Blaine could tell that his mind was probably working a mile a minute. He ran gentle fingers on his chest, encouraging him to go on if he wanted to.

"Like a bird without wings
that longs to be flying.
Like a motherless child
left lonely and crying.
Like a song without words
like a world without music,
I wouldn't know what to do
I'd be lost without you
watching over me.

You're my guardian angel,
my light and my guide
Your hand on my shoulder
and you by my side.
You make everything beautiful
you make me complete.
Everything in my world,
I lay at your feet."

Blaine couldn't help but think of how well these lyrics applied for him and Kurt. Kurt was his everything, his comfort, his help, his guiding light, his love. And, God, of course that scared him half to death, but Kurt was so worth it. Kurt's voice rang out brilliantly through the next few lines.

"Like a church with no steeple,
where a bell never rings.
In a town without people,
where no voice in the choir ever sings.
If a boat on the ocean,
would be lost with no sail,
Then without your devotion,
surely all that I dreamed of would fail.

Like a song without words
like a world without music.
I wouldn't know what to do
I'd be lost without you
watching over me.

I wouldn't know what to do
I'd be lost without you...
Watching over me."

Blaine's eyes were wide, "Wow..." he barely managed to get out, his voice low and slow.

Kurt let out a nervous laugh, "I haven't sung that song in a while. So it probably sounded-"

"You sounded amazing!" Blaine said excitedly, "You have the most breathtaking voice I've ever heard in my entire life."

Kurt giggled at his boyfriend, who seemed like more a puppy than an actual boy at the moment, "You're just saying that."

"No, I most certainly am not," Blaine corrected him quickly, "I'm pretty sure Wes would have killed someone to have a voice like yours on the Warblers, no joke."

"Really?" he squeaked. He would definitely imagine Wes being intense with show choir matters, he was kind of like Rachel in that way.

"Uh, yah!" Blaine said surely, "I'm serious. Your voice is  beautiful, Kurt."

"Thanks," Kurt blushed.

"You're very welcome," Blaine responded with an easy smile, "Thank you for singing it to me."

"Anything for you," Kurt answered without pause. Blaine's heart swelled.

"You really are something else," Blaine said quietly, as if he didn't even intend for Kurt to really hear it.

Kurt eyed him curiously, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that I've never met anyone like you in all my life," Blaine started, "I mean, I just told you my entire story and you held me and let me cry for as long as I needed to. Anyone else would probably be running for the hills right now if I had broken down like that," he chuckled to himself, "But you didn't."

"Of course I didn't," Kurt said automatically, "I'm glad you told me and I'm glad you trusted me enough to let me see you like that."

"I know," Blaine nodded, "I just-I don't know how to put it."

Kurt tangled his fingers in the unruly curls atop his head, "I understand, Blaine."

But he didn't respond right away, instead he looked like he was looking for the right words to say. Blaine looked him in the eyes, "I am just so happy you found me," he said breathlessly, "I said it before and I'm going to say it again, I don't know what I'd do without you here," he admitted, "And, oh God, this all scares the shit out of me sometimes. How much I love you, how dependent I feel on you sometimes, how much I miss you when we aren't together. I feel like a piece of me is literally missing when I don't see you. And we've only known each other for six weeks," he laughed, "And while this all kind of freaks me out, it just feels so right with you, like I can't stop any of it from happening, and I wouldn't want to anyway, even if I could," he paused, "This all probably sounds crazy," he whispered.

"That doesn't sound crazy at all because in all honesty, I feel the exact same way," Kurt smiled, his heart beating rapidly.

"Really?" asked a wide-eyed Blaine.

"Yes really, silly," Kurt laughed, "Of course I feel that for you."

"That makes me happy," Blaine smiled, "This is just so unreal sometimes, you know? Like I feel so lucky that this happened to us."

"So do I," Kurt agreed, removing his hand from Blaine's hair to stroke his cheek instead, "I wouldn't trade this for anything else in the world," Blaine nodded subtly, obviously lost in Kurt's touch, "Who else gets to say that they got to fall in love in Paris?" he joked.

"Nobody else that I know," Blaine's smile widened, "So, that automatically makes us cooler than everyone else in existence, right?"

"Of course, baby," Kurt said endearingly, "But for what it's worth, I wouldn't want to be experiencing this all with anyone else but you."

"Neither would I," Blaine's eyes fell shut, enjoying Kurt's fingers on his face too much to keep them open anymore.

The next time Kurt spoke, it was more quietly, "And I'm not just talking about the trip; I'm talking about the boyfriend aspect of it, too. I like that you're my first boyfriend and my first kiss and my first love."

Blaine's eyes opened slowly, full of love and adoration, "I really don't want to sound selfish right now, but I'm glad I was all of those firsts for you, too." Blaine moved himself so that he was no longer on Kurt's side, but that he was right on top of him, chin resting on folded hands over Kurt's chest.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "Comfortable?" he inquired.

"Mhm," Blaine smiled, "Are you? I'm not crushing you or anything, right?"

"No, no, not at all. I'm actually a lot more comfortable like this than you would expect," he answered, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist to essentially hold him closer.

Blaine turned his head to the side and put his head fully on Kurt's chest, "You're quite comfy yourself, you know that? You always tell me that I am, but I don't know how I could possibly beat you at this," he said goofily.

Kurt giggled and ran his fingertips over his boyfriend's t-shirt clad, muscular back, "So should I be adding that to the list of why we're a great couple?"

"Right now, yes, please," Blaine joked.

"Okay. Fell in love in Paris? Check. Good human pillows? Check," he listed off.

"Correction," Blaine interjected.

"Oh?"

"Fantastic human pillows. ‘Good' certainly is not a strong enough adjective for this particular situation."

Kurt snorted, "I see I stand corrected."

"Yupp," Blaine grinned triumphantly and turned to look him in the eyes again, "Just face it, I'm brilliant."

"Okay," Kurt said in that voice that you use whenever a five year old tells you something really farfetched and you want to play along just to appease them.

"Don't try to deny it."

Kurt rolled his eyes endearingly, "Just shut up and kiss me, will you?"

Blaine's eyes flew open, but he happily and willingly obliged. It started off like their kisses usually did, just light, simple, playful brushes of lips. But, their kisses gradually grew longer and deeper. Blaine tried not to get too eager, but when he let out a moan and Kurt used that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth, he knew he was a goner. His hands flew to Kurt's hair, tangling his fingers in the thick, chestnut strands, making Kurt moan as well and making it so that their lips could press harder against each other. And then all of a sudden, Kurt was playing with the hem of his shirt, twisting the material in his fingers and exposing a little of Blaine's skin. Kurt pulled out of the kiss slowly and looked Blaine in the eyes, "Can I?" he requested.

Blaine nodded, he knew what Kurt was asking, "Yeah," he whispered. They sat up together, Blaine now in his lap and Kurt's back against the headboard. Easily, Kurt lifted the shirt up, showing Blaine's smooth skin little by little. Blaine raised his arms once it was high enough and Kurt lifted it over his head, throwing it to the side once it was all the way off.

Kurt's eyes trailed from his eyes and down. Down his smooth neck, down his muscular arms, down his well-defined chest, down his glorious abs. Kurt's heart was in his throat, "You're gorgeous, Blaine."

Blaine had never felt so exposed in his whole life and he just had the urge to see Kurt now as well, "You too?" he asked, quietly tugging on the bottom of Kurt's shirt.

Kurt nodded wordlessly and let Blaine remove the shirt with steady hands. Blaine let his gaze wander all around Kurt's perfect, Porcelain skin, "So beautiful," he said under his breath, but still loud enough for Kurt to hear, "Can't believe you're all mine," And he recaptured his lips.

"All yours, baby," Kurt mumbled in between kisses, "Only yours."

This went on for a long time, far longer than either of them had anticipated it would have. It was all lips moving fluidly in perfect, practiced synchronization and gentle, nervous hands touching and exploring new skin for the first time ever. Blaine's head was fuzzy from oxygen deprivation when they pulled away what seemed like years later.

"That was..."

"I know," Kurt agreed with a laugh.

"Wow," Blaine finished his sentence, still in a bit of a daze.

"Wow indeed," Kurt giggled at his boyfriend.

Blaine moved from where he was, in Kurt's lap with his legs wrapped around his waist, to sit next to him against the headboard. His arm went to Kurt's shoulder and Kurt's found his waist almost instinctively. Blaine caressed his shoulder with the pad of his thumb and kissed his cheek, "You're really beautiful, Kurt," he said in his sincere voice that made Kurt melt on the inside.

Kurt ducked his head as he felt his cheeks flare up, "Thank you," he kissed Blaine's exposed shoulder, "So are you," Blaine smiled at him in a silent thank you. For a few minutes, they sat in a comfortable silence, when Kurt thought of something, "Okay, I have a question," he presented.

"And what might that be?"

He thought of what would be the best way to put this without sounding ridiculous, "How did you get so...muscle-y?"

Blaine laughed loudly, "Muscle-y?"

"Shut up, you ass," Kurt poked him, "I'm serious though, because you have, like, the most toned muscles I've ever seen."

Kurt witnessed Blaine's whole face turn bright red, "Well, first off, thank you. But, um, boxing," he answered to the initial question.

Kurt's jaw dropped, "Boxing?"

"My brother taught me how," Blaine confirmed, "Once I got to Dalton, he wanted me to know how to be able to defend myself, so that's how it started. But I stuck with it all through high school. It's actually a great work-out and an amazing stress-relief."

"I can imagine," Kurt said truthfully. Images of Blaine sweaty and shirtless flooded his mind. He imagined his muscles flexing and tensing as he punched the bag and the way his curls would look out of control and the intense look he probably got in his eyes and... oh God, those thoughts needed to go away before he had even more of a problem, "You'll have to teach me someday."

"I'd love to," Blaine beamed, not only at the thought of teaching him but also at the thought of even having a ‘someday' with him, "I bet you'd be really good at it."

"Why's that?" he wondered curiously.

Blaine thought for a moment, "Because you get super intense when you focus on something. And, you know, you're actually pretty ‘muscle-y' yourself," he nudged Kurt's shoulder with his own.

"Hush," Kurt rolled his eyes playfully.

"What did I say?" asked Blaine innocently.

Kurt looked down at his hand that was moving along Blaine's side, too self-conscious to fully look him in the eyes, "I have absolutely no muscle whatsoever."

"You obviously haven't looked in a mirror recently," Blaine retorted.

Kurt caught his eyes again, "What do you mean?"

"You're completely insane if you think you're scrawny or something like that, that's what I mean," Blaine answered and Kurt blushed, "You're perfect, Kurt. And when I say it, I mean it."

"Thanks," Kurt blushed completely furiously.

"And you happen to have the cutest blush that I've ever seen in my entire life."

Kurt tried to bury his face in Blaine's shoulder to try and conceal his pink cheeks, "NoIdon't," it came out muffled.

Blaine laughed, "Yes you do. And you're too darling for your own good."

"Well you are too charming for your own good, you know that?" Kurt leaned back to see his eyes again.

"Oh, am I?" Blaine quirked an eyebrow, "You find me charming, Kurt?" he asked in an all too mischievous voice.

"Outrageously so," Kurt answered without a second thought, "I'm fairly sure everyone does."

Blaine shrugged, "Well that just proves it," he stated.

"Proves what?" asked a confused Kurt.

He sighed dramatically, "That I'm wonderful."

"And ridiculous," Kurt laughed.

"A good kind of ridiculous?" Blaine worried his bottom lip between his teeth and rested their foreheads together.

He nuzzled their noses, "The best kind."

And then Blaine was kissing him again, which, as always, lasted for a while. Their hands stayed above the equator, something they agreed on mutually because even though they know that they love each other, they also know that they aren't ready for that kind of thing either. Blaine was Kurt's first boyfriend after all. When they detached their lips, dizzy from oxygen loss, the clock caught Kurt's eyes and he knew he had to go back home to his hotel because Rachel was expecting him back in time to go to sleep, which was soon.

Blaine didn't let him go without a fight though, and they kissed for a little while longer, in between Kurt putting his shirt back on and getting all of his things together. They parted with an ‘I love you' and the promise to meet each other in the morning for their coffee that had easily become a routine. The moment the door shut, Blaine went back to his bed and laid face first in the pillow that Kurt had been laying on. He breathed in the rosy scent and felt all of the tension leave his body.

Somewhere in between relaxing and thinking of his Kurt, Blaine fell asleep, unaware of the phone call he would receive the next morning.

Unaware of all the difficulty it would present him.

Unaware of how much it was actually going to hurt.