When they met up with Rachel, later in the day after they were long finished with their coffee, Blaine was noticeably quiet. He smiled like usual and was polite like always, but he didn't add in some of his little comments that he would make or things like that. When Rachel talked to him, he kept his answers short and sweet, not making them longer than they had to be and only saying enough to answer her questions or satisfy what she was looking for in an answer. He hadn't let go of Kurt's hand since he had grabbed it at the café and was holding onto it like he needed it as badly as the air he breathed; sometimes he did think he needed it that badly.

Rachel noticed all of this though. How he was being uncharacteristically quiet. How reserved he seemed to be. The way he was holding Kurt's hand. The way he would just take a second to look at Kurt, like really look at him; a smile would cross his lips and his eyes would sparkle with something she would describe as being nothing short of pure love. Blaine was good for Kurt, she knew that, but Kurt was good for him, too. With the puppy dog eyes Blaine sent his way, he must be doing something right. She didn't say anything about Blaine's behavior, not wanting to try and get in the middle of something bigger that was probably going on, no matter how curious she was. They were big boys and they would handle themselves. They were Kurt and Blaine and they were eternity, she could see it after so little time.

Once it hit closing time, they had to leave and Blaine walked back with them to their hotel, much like he normally did. Rachel left them once they got back with a polite smile, a hug, and a kiss to Blaine's cheek. She went inside and Kurt turned to him.

"Did you have fun?"

"Yeah," Blaine replied with a smile.

"I'm glad," Kurt returned the smile, "Are you going to be okay by yourself tonight?" he asked, genuinely worried about Blaine's well-being.

Blaine nodded after a second of silent thought, "I should be."

"Okay. I want you to call me if you need anything," he said a bit more seriously.

"Kurt, I'll be-"

"Just promise me you'll call," Kurt begged, "If you need anything at all or if at any point you need someone to talk to. Call me."

"I promise," Blaine said automatically, "Thank you again, for everything today."

"Anything for you," Kurt cupped his cheek with his free hand, a light smile gracing his lips, "Call me at some point tomorrow and let me know you're okay?"

"Will do," Blaine nuzzled into his touch, "I miss you already."

"Me too," he said softly and leaned forward to press his lips to Blaine's. It was only a gentle, chaste peck, but it still made both of their hearts flutter uncontrollably, "I love you."

Blaine smiled, "I love you, too."

"Goodnight, Blaine," he said with one last promising squeeze to his hand.

"Goodnight, Kurt," and with that, Kurt was turning around and going through the door.

Blaine looked down at his hand. It felt too empty. It felt too cold. Kurt's hand was warm. Kurt's hand fit perfectly in his. Kurt's hand in his made everything okay. Kurt's hand was made to be clasped with his. He sighed and walked back home, Kurt in his mind and in his heart.

The silence isn't so bad,
Till I look at my hand and feel sad.
Cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.

"Guys, I have a question."

Wes looked up from the movie they were currently watching, only half paying attention to Blaine, "Bouf wha, B?" he wondered with a mouth full of popcorn.

"Kurt," he answered simply.

David paused the movie now to look at his friend, "Are you guys okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're fine. It's nothing like that," he corrected himself.

"Then what is it?" Wes asked. Both of their brows were furrowed and they looked confused.

"It's about when we go to New York," he started, "You guys know how my parents bought me that apartment?" They nodded, "And you know how Kurt's going to be in the city for school, too?" Again, they nodded, "Well, I-uhm-I want to ask him if he'll live with me, but I don't want to sound like I'm being too forward or like I'm rushing things, you know?"

"That makes perfect sense," Wes was quick to reassure him.

"And it doesn't sound like you're being too forward at all," David added, "From what you've told us, things seem to be going great for the two of you."

"How do I go about it though?" Blaine inquired.

"Just ask him," David shrugged.

"Exactly. Ask him. If he says yes? Fantastic! If he says no? It won't be the end of the world. You'll be in the same city no matter what so I'm sure you'll see each other a lot anyway," Wes said sagely.

"Very true," Blaine nodded and took all of their advice in, "You guys are the best, just so you know. So, thanks."

"Anytime," they said at the exact same time which made them all erupt with laughter.

So that's what Blaine was going to do: just ask him. Although the odds were highly in his favor, he was still nervous and worried about how it would come off. But this was Kurt, the most understanding person Blaine knew. He would get it. Blaine was going to just ask and see where it took him. That seemed like the smartest idea.

"So how was your spa day yesterday?"

Kurt and Blaine were currently cuddling on Blaine's bed, only half watching their movie. Blaine was sitting up with his back against the headboard and Kurt lying in between his legs in front of him. Kurt had his head pillowed back on Blaine's firm chest and Blaine's strong arms wrapped securely around his middle. He was toying with Blaine's fingers and caressing his arms lightly. He snuggled back into Blaine's warmth and shut his eyes, comfortable and content with the overwhelming feeling of this is right where I should be filling his senses.

"Oh it was wonderful," Kurt nearly moaned, "I think it did Rachel a lot of good, too. Finn's kind of been driving her crazy lately."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Well she's very organized and systematic when it comes to her stuff and he's not exactly the brightest crayon in the box, if you catch my drift," he said, only really half joking, "So I think living together for the past couple of weeks has been harder than they expected it would be."

"Yeah, that could be enough to drive a person a little crazy," Blaine said calmly while his insides were screaming so loudly he swore Kurt could hear them. Kurt went back to watching the movie for the next few minutes, but Blaine's heart was pounding in anticipation. He calmed his brain down the best he could before he even considered breaking the silence, he might as well do it now, right?

"Kurt," he said quietly enough that it wouldn't sound so abrupt.

Kurt's eyes were still glue to the screen, "Yeah, Blaine?"

"Um, can I- can I ask you something?" he stuttered.

Kurt noted the change in his tone of voice and stroked his hand, "Always. What's up?"

"Well, you know how we're both going to be in New York in the fall?" he started.

Kurt reached with his free hand to pause the movie and twisted his neck up to give him his full attention, "Yeah," he answered.

"I was wondering if-uh-if you knew anything about where you would be living," he said as casually as he could.

"Rachel, Finn, and I were planning on going apartment hunting once we got there," he explained, "Why?"

Blaine took a calming breath, "Because I was wondering if you would want to live with me...i-in New York."

Kurt sat up slowly and turned to face him, "You're asking me to live with you?" his eyes were wide.

Blaine nodded, "I am," he confirmed, "My parents bought me an apartment for my graduation present and I figured that if you didn't already have a place, then maybe you would want to stay with me. But only if you want to, of course! I just really want to see you every day and wake up next to you every morning because it's already so hard to fall asleep without you here and- mmph."

Kurt cut him off mid-ramble with a big kiss right to his lips. He cupped Blaine's cheeks with both hands and beamed at him once they pulled back, "Yes."

"Yes?" Blaine echoed, eyes suspiciously bug-like with disbelief.

"Yes," Kurt repeated with a laugh, "I'll live with you."

Blaine was grinning so big Kurt was afraid his face was going to split in half, "I love you so much," he pecked him on the lips, "And now, I can't wait until we go to New York."

"First off, I love you, too," Kurt started, giggling, "And second off, neither can I," he said genuinely.

"It's going to be amazing," Blaine stated confidently.

"I know it will be," Kurt agreed, "I just- I can't believe I have all this," he said vaguely.

Blaine reached out to caress his cheek with his right hand, "Have all what?" he wondered.

"You, the greatest boyfriend in the entire world; someone who loves me, someone who wants to live with me, someone who I am going to live with," he smiled at this, "And can I tell you a secret?" Blaine nodded, smile as bright as ever, "I was scared to come here this summer."

"Were you really?"

"Yeah, I honestly thought I was going to be miserable with the other two I came here with, but in actuality, I'm having the time of my life. And...you," he took Blaine's free hand in his and tangled their fingers together, "I met you here. You're the most amazing person I've ever had the pleasure of knowing and this trip brought me to you. I couldn't have asked for anything better."

Blaine felt his eyes get a little glassy, "Neither could I. I've been having the greatest time here with you."

"So have I," Kurt confessed.

They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, like golden honey meeting with a brilliant sapphire sea, when Blaine said, "I'm so in love with you, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."

He laughed, "And I am so in love with you, Blaine Devon Anderson."

They kept smiling at each other and basically made the mutual decision with their eyes to lay down facing each other, chest practically touching because they were so close.

"New York," Blaine breathed into the small space between them and placed a hand on Kurt's hip, "I just can't believe we're going to be in New York together."

"I can," Kurt responded quickly, to which Blaine quirked his eyebrow, "I'm pretty sure from the moment you told me you would be there, I was planning on ways that I would see you when we got there."

"You're darling," he whispered and nudged his nose against Kurt's, "My darling," Kurt smiled wider at that.

"And you," he kissed the tip of Blaine's nose, "Are my Prince Charming."

"Does that make you my Knight in Shining Armor?" Blaine wondered.

"I suppose," Kurt joked.

"You really are though," he responded, eyes alight with love and happiness and adoration.

"How so?" Kurt asked. He hoped that didn't sound pretentious, but was curious.

"Because you saved me," Blaine shrugged as though it was the most obvious thing in the entire world, "Not only from my dad, but from myself," he admitted, "You're the first person I've told everything to and the first person I've opened up to completely. You saved me, Kurt, more than you'll ever know and I am so incredible grateful for that."

"I'd do anything for you, Blaine," Kurt said honestly.

Blaine pecked him on the lips and then nuzzled their noses together to make Kurt giggle, "You're still the cutest person in the history of the entire universe," his tone was a lot lighter now.

He blushed furiously at the compliment, his insides melting from the warmth in Blaine's eyes, "Liar."

Blaine gasped dramatically, "I do no such thing."

"Yes you do."

"How do I lie?"

"You called me cutest person in the universe but I think I'm looking at him right now," Kurt countered.

He laughed loudly, "I highly doubt that."

"Fine," he huffed, "Then you're getting the title of the most adorable person in the universe and you're going to like it."

"Oh, am I?" Blaine teased all in good fun.

"Yeah," he answered and sealed it with a kiss to Blaine's cheek.

Blaine nodded to himself, "I think I could get used to that title."

"I'm sure you could, mister modest," Kurt said sarcastically.

"Kurt Hummel? Are you suggesting that I'm...conceited?" he joked.

"Oh honey, I'm not ‘suggesting'. I'm straight out calling you conceited on this one," Kurt said bluntly.

"Rude," Blaine pouted, but it was interrupted with him laughing.

He looked at him knowingly, "You don't really think that."

"Did my laugh not make that obvious enough or...?" Blaine snorted.

Kurt nodded and laughed. His laughed dissolved into a smile when he noticed the adoring look on Blaine's face, "I love your eyes," he admitted. They were currently radiating love and he had to say something about them.

"Why's that?" Blaine asked, never changing his expression. He still had the biggest heart-eyes in existence and the cutest, most adoring smile on his lips.

"Because your eyes give everything away," he explained, "If you're happy or sad or annoyed or indifferent, your eyes show that."

"What are they telling you right now?" Blaine asked, already knowing what he was trying to express to him.

Kurt blushed slightly, "That you love me," he said softly.

Blaine smiled a bit wider, "Exactly," he said in his smooth voice that just made Kurt swoon.

"Well, I love you, too. Just so you know," Kurt laughed.

"Phew," Blaine feigned looking relieved, "Thank heavens for that. I was actually worrying for a minute there."

"Idiot," Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine pouted, "Oh don't get me wrong, you're an adorable idiot, but an idiot none-the-less."

"Thank you?" Blaine said in a questioning voice.

"You're very welcome," he said seriously.

They both burst out laughing and after a good minute, Kurt's face was hurting from laughing and smiling so much. When they both got their breath back, he whispered, "I'm tired," and proved it with an unintentional yawn.

Blaine looked at the clock, which read 10:45, and looked back at Kurt, "Do you want to sleep here?" he offered.
Kurt nodded sleepily and moved in closer so that he was enveloped in Blaine's arms and his warmth, "Yes please."

He laughed silently, grabbed the TV remote to turn it off, and reached behind him to flick off the lamp, "Sleep Kurt," he murmured.

Kurt buried his face in the spot where Blaine's neck met his collarbone and pressed a little kiss there, "Mmkay. Love you, Blaine."

Blaine kissed the top of his head, "I love you, too," And then he drifted off to sleep once he was sure Kurt did, too.