Around 2 in the morning, Blaine was awake, wide awake. It wasn't like he wasn't comfortable or that he was having a problem, he just...couldn't sleep. He was in one of those moods that no matter what he did, he knew he wasn't going to be asleep again anytime soon. It sucked.

He couldn't really move, for that matter, either. Kurt was wrapped around him as much as he could possibly be. He had his head pillowed on Blaine's chest, his legs tangled with Blaine's, one arm tucked against his side, and the other arm draped across Blaine's stomach. His entire front was flush against Blaine's side. Kurt's breathing was even and slow, keeping Blaine's mind at ease in his insomnia-induced haze. To keep himself a little occupied, he caressed Kurt's arm that was across his stomach with the hand that didn't belong to the arm wrapped around Kurt's shoulders. His skin was soft, smooth, and sleep-warm under Blaine's guitar-calloused fingertips.

The inevitable happened about forty minutes later: he had to go to the bathroom, like "I've been holding it for so long that my bladder is going to explode soon." He did is best at unwrapping Kurt from around him as gingerly as he could, not wanting to wake him up accidentally.

When he got back a few minutes later, the lamp next to his bed was on and Kurt was awake.

"Kurt? Why are you up?" He got back in bed and snuggled into Kurt's warmth.

"I could ask you the same thing," Kurt pointed out with a quirked eyebrow.

"Touché," Blaine said with a nod, "And you're not going to believe me if I say I just had to go to the bathroom, right?"

"Not a chance," he said, laughing lightly.

Blaine sighed and looked straight up at the ceiling, "I just can't sleep. I'm not even tired right now and it's," he looked over at the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning, "3 in the morning."

"Oh," Kurt said thoughtfully.

"You can go back to sleep though. Don't let me keep you up," he pleaded.

"Nah," Kurt smiled and stretched his arms over his head for a moment, "I'm pretty awake now."

"Sorry," Blaine mumbled.

Kurt kissed his cheek, "Nuh-uh, none of that. Besides, it's kind of cool being awake when no one else is."

Blaine smiled at him for this and leaned up to place a kiss to his lips, "Do you want to go do something outrageously spontaneous?" His smile turned a bit more mischievous than it had been only a second ago.

"Nothing illegal, Blaine Anderson."

"I would never!" he gasped and laughed, "Seriously though, would you be up to doing something?"

"Sure," Kurt nodded, "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"We should go swimming," Blaine said with zero hints of hesitation in his voice.

His eyes widened, "Swimming? Where would we do that?"

"In the pool outside, silly," Blaine said in his very best ‘Duh Kurt' voice.

"Oh, I didn't know they had a pool here," he said mostly to himself, "Second question," he stated.

"Shoot."

"I guess it's more of a statement than a question, but I don't have a swim-suit," Kurt pointed out.

Blaine thought to himself for a few long moments, "Well, there are two options that I can think of," he started and caught Kurt's eyes, "One: I could lend you a swim-suit because I brought more than one with me."

Kurt took that into consideration, "Okay. What's option two?"

Blaine took a deep breath, "Option two would be swimming in our underwear," he said a little hesitantly.

"Oh," Kurt inhaled sharply. Seeing Blaine in his underwear? Yes please, that definitely had its perks, like seeing Blaine's wonderful ass in a tight pair of briefs and being able to see more of each other. He could do that.

"But we could just do the first one if you don't want to, which I would completely understand, by the way."

"No," Kurt said after a second, "Let's do that one."

"Which one?" Blaine asked carefully.

"Option two," Kurt said confidently.

Blaine's jaw nearly hit the damn floor with how fearless his boyfriend sounded, "Are you sure?"

"Positive," he responded quickly.

"Okay," Blaine smiled and a flush crawled up his neck, "Do you want to go downstairs then?"

"Yeah," Kurt smiled a sexy, confident smile at him and Blaine felt his knees go so weak that he didn't know if he was going to be able to stand up right away. Kurt pressed a searing kiss to his lips before standing and Blaine knew this was going to be a fun couple of hours, if the way Kurt was swaying his hips was any indication. 

Blaine was half joking when he suggested they swim in their underwear. He was almost positive Kurt was going to say no, so he did it solely for the reaction Kurt would have. But, holy hell, Kurt said yes and Blaine was almost giddy with excitement.

Once he regained the feeling in his legs, he went to follow Kurt and grab them towels from the bathroom since there probably wouldn't be any down there, considering the time. They went down the elevator and outside to the pool, comfortably silent and hands linked between them. The warm, July air hit them the second they stepped outside and all of a sudden going in the cool pool seemed a lot more appealing than it might have a few minutes ago. Blaine placed their towels down on one of the many beach chairs set up on the perimeter of the pool.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and put it next to the towels; Kurt did the same with his own. They had seen each other shirtless before, that wasn't the more difficult part of this. Blaine decided on his own that he would go first to show Kurt how comfortable he was with all of this.

Slowly, under Kurt's intense gaze, he slipped his sweatpants off until he was clad in only his black briefs. Kurt's eye ran along all of the newly exposed skin and he blushed, knowing Blaine could see that he was staring. Blaine was tan and toned and muscular in all of the right places and Kurt's mouth was practically watering, feeling the sudden urge to rid himself of his own pants now, too. He did so with ease, his eyes never leaving Blaine's. Only when he turned to put them down on the chair did he feel Blaine's eyes go straight to his ass; his maroon briefs were leaving very little to the imagination, much to Blaine's delight. Before turning around, Kurt smirked to himself at Blaine's actions and felt a new wave of confidence wash over him.

Kurt sauntered over to him and threw his arms around his neck, bringing their lips so close that they were nearly touching, "Wanna go in?" he asked. Blaine's heart was in his throat.

His mind jumped naturally to the dirtiest thing and he thought oh fuck yes I would like to go in that before he realized that Kurt was actually talking about the pool and not his fantastic ass, "Yeah, sure," he said aloud.

Kurt took his hand and they walked towards the pool. Blaine jumped right in, nearly bringing Kurt with him, luckily Kurt had let go just in time, "Blaine!" he shrieked when Blaine splashed him.

"Kurt, c'mon! It's really warm, I promise," he called to him.

He dipped his foot in, just to take the precaution in case Blaine was lying. When he knew for sure he told the truth, he jumped in, landing somewhere near Blaine. He immediately felt Blaine's arms wrap around his middle as he resurfaced. His hands were flat on Kurt's stomach, fingers splayed out across his skin and a little slippery due to the water. Kurt rested his head back on Blaine's shoulder and he closed his eyes when Blaine started planting kisses to his shoulder and up his neck. He let out a soft sigh when Blaine poked his tongue out from between his lips to taste his skin. After another minute or so of this, Kurt needed Blaine's lips on his; he felt like he wouldn't survive if Blaine's lips weren't on his soon. He turned in his arms, wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist and tangling his fingers in Blaine's wet curls.

Blaine's name left his lips in a whisper and then, the next thing he knew, Blaine was swallowing his moans in his mouth. Blaine licked at his lips before sliding his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth and exploring it thoroughly. Blaine moaned so loudly that it vibrated all throughout Kurt's body. The sound shot straight through him and immediately he felt all of his blood rushing south. Blaine's hands made their way to Kurt's ass and he massaged the soft flesh there through his thin briefs. Kurt whined and Blaine detached their lips to kiss down the column of Kurt's neck again and suck on his pulse point when he reached it.

Kurt's eyes rolled into the back of his head, "Jesus Christ, Blaine," his voice was rough and gravelly and way sexier than Blaine anticipated it being.

"Kurt," he whispered in a breathless voice, "You're so fucking gorgeous."

His heart jumped and he tilted his head down to find Blaine's lips again. This kiss wasn't as hungry as their last one, but it still had as much passion and pure want in it as it did. Kurt slowed the kiss after a few minutes and rested their foreheads together. Blaine's lips were so kiss-swollen and his eyes were deliciously lust-blown to the point where his golden irises were barely visible anymore.

"We should, uh, we should cool down a bit," Kurt's voice was soft and low.

"You're right," Blaine agreed, "Sorry, I got a little ahead of myself-mmph."

Kurt silenced him with a single kiss to his lips, "None of that. I wanted that just as bad as you did and let me tell you, it was fantastic, okay?"

"Okay," Blaine smiled. Kurt unwrapped himself from around him and Blaine took that as an opportunity to float flat on his back and look up at the stars.

Kurt pretended to look at the stars, too, but he was too busy already looking at Blaine. His eyes traced the smooth, perfect profile of Blaine's face, down his neck, down his boxing-toned chest, all the way to his flawless abs. Kurt surprised himself with what he did next. He let his eyes wander lower. His eyes went to Blaine's perfect ‘V' that he found himself wanting to put his lips on. Then he saw the dark trail of hair that started low on his stomach and went straight to his...oh fucking hell. Blaine's underwear hid nothing. He could see the outline of Blaine's dick through his briefs and he was hard and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't tear his gaze away. He had done that to Blaine and he couldn't even believe it.

Blaine seemed to notice him staring and looked over at him, "Hey Kurt, you okay?" he asked and followed his gaze to see the bulge in his underwear, "Oh," his cheeks heated up and he stood himself on his feet again, "Sorry."

"Don't you dare apologize," Kurt said firmly and caught his eyes, "I'm not ready for that yet, but soon I will be," he moved himself closer.

"I don't want you to be pressured to do anything," Blaine stated.

"You aren't pressuring me, Blaine," he reassured him and brought his lips close to Blaine's ear, "Trust me, I'm just as interested as you are," and with that, he pressed himself against Blaine and he could feel Kurt against his leg and holysweetmotherofallthingsgoodinthisuniverse Blaine's brain turned to jelly at the contact.

"O-okay," he stuttered due to the lack of a functioning brain. Smooth, Anderson. Real smooth.

Kurt pressed a single kiss to his lips and Blaine took that as the ‘okay' to float on his back again. Now that they talked about it, there would be no problems and no awkwardness. Blaine looked up at the sky and started counting all the stars he could see without even thinking twice. He hadn't noticed a minute later when Kurt had swam up behind him and stood, stomach even with Blaine's head. He only noticed when Kurt started carding his fingers through his curls, it made him hum.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked because he noticed how intently Blaine was staring up at the sky.

"Counting the stars," Blaine replied in a breathless voice.

"Really?" Kurt laughed quietly.

Blaine gave a subtly nod, "It's something I've done since I was little."

"Why?" Kurt inquired.

"It relaxes me," he said first, after he thought about it, "And to remind myself that there are bigger things out there than my problems. It's kind of grounding in that way."

"I can imagine," he responded.

"I always used to do this in high school, when everything started getting tough. My room was on the second floor, so I would go out my window onto the roof, lay down, and just...count," he explained.

Kurt leaned down and pressed an upside-down kiss to his forehead. He watched as Blaine's lips formed a smile at the touch, "And what number are you at right now?"

"329," he said immediately and Kurt smiled at him.

In the next minute or so, Blaine stood and faced him, "Wanna get out now?" he wondered. Kurt saw him shiver a little, probably because the water had gotten colder while they were in it.

"Sure," Kurt agreed because he was starting to get cold himself.

They got out and toweled each other off. Kurt laughed hysterically when Blaine playfully shook his curls out like a puppy would.

"I swear you are five years old!" he exclaimed through his laughs.

"I resent that!" Blaine laughed, "I'm at least five and a half," he tried his best to pout, but ultimately failed.

"Like there is such a huge difference between five and five and a half," he rolled his eyes.

Blaine poked him in the chest, "There is," he said as seriously as he could.

"Oh?"

"Yes," and they couldn't even try to contain their giggles at this point.

When it subsided, Kurt said, "Well what do you want to do now?"

"Well what time is it?" Blaine asked.

Kurt clicked the top of his phone to make it light up and show him the time, "It's 4:45."

"Well, do you want to go get dressed?" he offered.

Kurt sucked a deep breath, "Not really," he said bravely but nervously.

This made Blaine smile, "Okay, then what would you like to do?"

He thought for a second, "Can we just stay out here for a while? It's nice."

"Absolutely," his smile grew wider and he sat down on an empty chair next to the one that had their stuff on it. The chairs were long and wide enough that you could fit two people on it if you really wanted to. It was one of the ones where you could change the angle of the back and it was currently tilted back so that it was almost flat with only a slight angle to it. Blaine held a hand out, which Kurt took with a light blush and sat next to him.

It ended up being a bit more cramped than Blaine had anticipated. They looked at each other awkwardly and laughed, when Blaine said, "Here, let's try like this." He scooted himself forward and moved so that he sat between Kurt's legs. He leaned back against Kurt's chest and Kurt's arms wrapped around him instinctively. They were pressed flush against each other like this and there was so much new skin involved now that Blaine was finding himself a bit breathless at it all, "This okay?" he murmured.

"More than okay," Kurt whispered right back.

Blaine just kept on smiling and shut his eyes momentarily, soaking up this moment as much as he possibly could. It was a warm, quiet July morning in Paris and he was spending it with his boyfriend holding him. Could things get any more perfect? No, probably not.

"You're awfully quiet all of a sudden," Kurt said softly as though not to startle him.

Blaine chuckled, "I know," he acknowledged.

"Any particular reason?"

"It's just perfect here," Blaine answered simply.

He felt Kurt nod next to him, "I agree."

"Love you, Kurt," he said because he wanted to, because he could, because he wanted to say Kurt's name. He knew he did something right when he felt Kurt's whole face break out into a smile against his hair.

"I love you, too, Blaine," he returned genuinely.

"I feel like only yesterday you were running into me with a cup of coffee," Blaine admitted with a smile.

Kurt's laugh rang loudly in his ears and he buried his face in his curls, "That was one of the most embarrassing moments of my entire life."

Blaine chuckled, "It really wasn't that bad."

"You try literally running into the most gorgeous person you've ever seen with a hot cup of coffee and them you can talk to me about how embarrassing it is," he countered.

"Touché," he nodded with a smirk, "You had the cutest blush though."

"Blaaaaaaaaine," he groaned with a laugh, "I did not."

"Oh, but you did. It was freaking adorable and- oh! Are you blushing right now?" He tilted his head as best as he would to try and see Kurt's face, "Aw! You are blushing!"

"I'm gonna punch you in the face if you don't stop," he deadpanned.

"Oh, you wouldn't do that and I know you wouldn't, love," he shot back.

Kurt felt a lovely heat spread throughout him at the use of the familiar nickname, "Why's that?"

"You like looking at my face too much to willingly damage it," Blaine gave him the puppy-dog eyes.

He smiled at his boyfriend's antics, "That I do."

Blaine kissed his cheek sweetly before settling his head back down to its original position. As if on cue, the sun started to rise, painting the sky a beautiful swirl of pinks and oranges while it casted a warm glow on their skin. They had just watched the sunrise in Paris as they held each other, Blaine realized. The thought made him warm and fuzzy on the inside, as cheesy as it may sound. This is right where he should be, with Kurt, always.

"You want to go inside now?" Kurt whispered once the sun was fully up because people would start waking up now and it would be a bit startling to see two boys in their underwear cuddling near the pool as they were getting up.

"Surely," and with that, they gathered their things and headed back up to Blaine's room.

They got dressed, Blaine in sweats and a t-shirt and Kurt in jeans and one of Blaine's black v-necks. He had strategically forgotten a shirt of his own, knowing that Blaine would give him one of his and who was Kurt to deny himself something like that? Kurt had to go early because he and Rachel had planned on waking up at the crack of dawn to go shopping and, knowing her, she would be awake any minute now.

"Are you suuuuuuure you have to go?" Blaine whined when they were near the door and threw his arms around him.

Kurt chuckled, "Sadly I do," he kissed his forehead.

"You'll call me later, right?" he looked at him with his big, golden eyes.

"Of course," Kurt said softly and brought their lips together, which instantly made Blaine relax.

"Okay, I can't wait," he smiled, "Go buy nice things. I love you lots."

"Love you more," Kurt kissed him once more and was gone.

Blaine leaned momentarily against the doorframe, thinking of their eventful morning before going back to his bed to lie down. He noticed that Kurt had left his pajamas next to his bed from when he had put them down when they had come back upstairs to get changed. He would be back soon to get them, Blaine didn't doubt that.

He laid in his bed lazily for the better part of the next hour, trying to muster up the incentive to do something productive, when someone started knocking on his door. He smiled, knowing it was Kurt. He walked quickly to the door and didn't look through the little peep-hole to see who it was. He started talking and rolled his eyes playfully as he opened the door.

"I know you left your-" the words died in his mouth and his blood ran cold at the sight of the person standing in his doorway, "...dad?"