"I can't believe we only have three more days here." Rachel flopped onto Kurt's bed that he was sitting on the edge of. She turned her head to peek at him out of the corner of her eye, "I don't want to leave."

"Me either," he sighed honestly.

"Are you going to be sad leaving here?" she wondered, "Like you met Blaine here and all. I know if I had met Finn here or something they would have to drag me out by the ankles to get me to leave."

Kurt chuckled fondly at his best friend, "I know you would. And in true Rachel Berry fashion, it would probably end up on the news," he teased. She smiled despite herself and smacked him on the knee. "I am sad to leave, though. It's upsetting knowing I'm never going to be able to meet up with him at the café around the corner anymore," he admitted, "But then I remember that we're all going to be in New York together soon and it sort of eases it all, you know?"

"Totally," she nodded, "That's going to be outrageous."

"Agreed," he smiled. His and Blaine's future always made him smile. "And don't forget that tomorrow night's going to be immensely fun, too."

"I still can't believe we're eating at Le 58 Tour Eiffel!" she exclaimed, "How does that even happen? Is Blaine magical or something?"

Kurt laughed outright at her enthusiasm, "I told you, his dad did it all. He told us to consider it a gift from him to us as another apology. He's the one that pulled all the strings to get us there on such short notice." He immediately thought of when he and Blaine had gone there alone, the smile staying plastered right on his face. He never thought he would be able to go back, and now here he was with the opportunity to do so just hours away. Going anywhere with Blaine was enough for Kurt, but the ability to almost relive their first night of ‘I love you's' would be amazing. The next thing he knew a set of fingers were being snapped directly in front of his eyes.

"Hello! Earth to Kurt!" Rachel shrieked, sounding exasperated.

"Sorry," he shook his head to bring himself back, "What were you saying?"

She sighed loudly, clearly annoyed at how he had drifted off, "I was saying," she emphasized, "That we need to be focusing on the more important parts of tomorrow evening."

"And what would you consider ‘the more important parts' exactly?" he wondered.

"Outfits, Kurt! Clothes! You need to find me something to wear!"

He rolled his eyes to himself at how needy she was and listened to her drone on and on about potential color schemes and things like that, but, mostly without meaning to, his mind drifted back to Blaine. He wondered what Blaine would be wearing tomorrow night and if he was having the same thought about going back to the Eiffel Tower as he was; whether or not it was making Blaine think of him. His phone vibrated, almost on cue, which gave him a proper excuse to only half-listen to Rachel.

I miss you like crazy. -B

Kurt felt his chest tighten like the way it normally did whenever he saw Blaine's name and a subconscious smile spread itself across his lips.

I was just thinking of you. I miss you, too. -K

The damn-near immediate response he got made Kurt laugh.

Thinking of me, huh? -B

Mind out of the gutter, baby, okay? -K

Boo, no fun (imagine me sticking my tongue out at you because that's exactly what I'm doing). Then watcha thinking about? -B

Kurt giggled to himself because Blaine was literally too adorable for words sometimes.

How excited I am for tomorrow night. I'm with Rachel and she won't shut up about what she's gonna wear. -K

Ouch. Sound rough. I can't wait either, just btw. Going back's going to be amazing. -B

Agreed :) -K

Kurt looked up and Rachel was glaring daggers at him, "Yes?"

"You aren't listening to me," she deadpanned, "You've got your Blaine-goggles on."

He sighed because she was right and he couldn't deny it. His phone vibrated in his hand, but he couldn't check it right away if he didn't want Rachel to kill him, "Why don't you go get your potential outfits and bring them back in here for me to check for you?" he suggested as a solution to her hissy-fit.

"Fine," she huffed, pushed herself off his bed, and went into her room.

He shook his head to himself and turned his attention back to the wonderful boy waiting for him to answer.

Sooooooooo, what are you wearing? ;) -B

Kurt had to physically clap his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing too loudly at his cheeseball of a boyfriend.

Blaine Anderson! -K

WHAT?! -B

‘What are you wearing?' Seriously?! -K

I repeat, "What?!" You're outrageously attractive, I'm bored, and I'm curious. -B

The sweatshirt I'm wearing right now doesn't make me look too attractive. -K

Are you wearing my Dalton sweatshirt? -B

Kurt felt his cheek turn a little pink at the fact that Blaine could even guess that he was wearing the sweatshirt he stole from him the first time they hung out at Blaine's hotel together.

...maybe. -K

Then I'm going to have to argue with you on this because I think you look *incredibly* attractive in that. -B

In hindsight, Kurt should have been expecting that response. Blaine was always telling him about how gorgeous Blaine thought he looked when he wore Blaine's clothes and that it always made him feel like Kurt was even more his while in his clothing. Kurt knew Blaine wasn't clingy or anything like that, and he would never dream of admitting this out loud, but it was hot as hell whenever Blaine did get even the slightest bit possessive of him.

You, sir, think too highly of me. -K

Do not. I only speak the truth. -B

I'll just be over here...blushing...-K

I wish I could see it. -B

Kurt sighed a little dreamily because he wished the exact same thing. He knew it was entirely unrealistic, but he wished Blaine could be by his side at all times. It would make everything just so much more bearable.

Me too. You would make this whole ‘fashion crisis' a lot more fun. -K

Stupid Wes. Stupid David. Stupid friends. Stupid video games. Stupid spontaneous male-bonding sleepovers. Stupid everything. -B

He stared very fondly at his phone as Rachel started to bring her stuff in his room. She was going to have to take a couple of trips before she was actually ready for him to start looking her stuff over.

Hush, you love them. -K

I'm currently plotting ways that I can sneak out and visit you. Say, is there a secret door that leads directly to your room? -B

I'm afraid there isn't. -K

Damn it. That was essential to Plan A. On to Plan B! -B

He giggled uncontrollably again, so badly that Rachel looked at him for a moment like he had grown two extra heads.

Scheme away, my man! -K

Your wish is my command, my love! -B

And much to his dismay, Rachel shut the door behind her with an air of finality that meant that she was sure she was done.

:) Listen, Rachel's gonna murder me if I don't get off my phone. I can only torture the poor girl so much before she actually loses her mind. I'll call you before I go to bed? -K

Okey doke. No worries. Try not to let her drive you too crazy. I like you sane! -B

If only for you, I'll try! -K

Go have fun. I love you. -B

You do the same. I love you, too. -K

"So!" Kurt placed his phone down on his bedside table and clapped his hands excitedly, "Where do you want to start?"

"You're so gorgeous," Blaine growled into his ear as he slotted their hips together and started to rock them in a slow, steady rhythm.

As soon as Kurt had gone upstairs to retrieve Blaine for their double date, Blaine pulled him into the room and pinned him against the door. He immediately captured Kurt's lips and not long after, their tongues were meeting when Blaine licked into his mouth. They kissed feverishly for a few minutes and that's when Blaine, overcome with arousal and attraction, found the courage to roll his hips against Kurt's despite the fact that they both really needed to be downstairs.

"Shit, B." Kurt threw his head back with a loud thud against the door, "Feels amazing."

"I know." Blaine nosed at the skin under his ear and kept his pace steady, spurred on by the breathless sounds leaving Kurt's lips.

Kurt knew he was close and if the way Blaine was moving was any indication, he was, too. He knew this was a terrible idea because they were about to go out and he wouldn't be able to change, but this felt way too much like pure heaven to stop now.

Blaine rested their temples together and began grinding his hips harder when...

"ALL THE SINGLE LADIES! ALL THE SINGLE LADIES! NOW PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"

"Damn it, Rachel!" Kurt practically screamed.

Blaine sighed and put enough distance between them so that Kurt could pull his phone out of his pocked. He rested his forehead on Kurt's as he still braced himself against the door and they tried to get their breathing under control. Kurt was almost fuming when he picked up his phone.

"Rachel, what the h-"

"What are you two doing?! Get your asses down here!"

"We'll be down in a minute," and he hung up without even thinking twice.

They looked at each other shyly, with small smiles on their lips. Blaine backed away slowly and reluctantly to give them both the space they needed to cool down temperature and arousal wise. Kurt could see the subtle bit of sweat that was starting to form on Blaine's brow, but he knew it would be gone quickly; Blaine always kept his room frighteningly cool.

"Impatient, are we?" Kurt teased.

Blaine looked down at his shoes bashfully, a large grin spread on his face, "Only when you show up looking as sexy as you do," he quipped.

Kurt was wearing his white Docs and his usual painted-on jeans. One top he had a white button down rolled up to his elbows with a black vest pulled over it and a patterned scarf peeking out at the top. It made his biceps look strong, his chest look defined, and his shoulders look broad; Blaine was defenseless.

"You know, I'd say you look pretty sexy yourself, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine was wearing a black and white striped Henley with the top few buttons undone, layered with a maroon cardigan. He had on tight, regular-wash blue jeans, cuffed on the bottom to expose the black ankle boots he wore. His hair, left ungelled and perfectly curly, was thankfully not too mussed despite Kurt running his fingers through it only moments before.

"We are just one crazy-attractive couple," Blaine joked and was successful in making Kurt laugh. He was pretty sure they were suitable for going downstairs being that Rachel was sufficiently effective in killing their buzz. He held his arm out and asked, "Ready to go dazzle everyone with our collective beauty?"

Kurt giggled and liked their arms together, kissing Blaine soundly on the lips one last time, "Always."

They met Finn and Rachel once they made their way down to the lobby, only barely escaping Rachel's fury at how long they had taken. The short walk to the restaurant was pleasant, in that Kurt and Blaine ignored Rachel in how she still looked unreasonably annoyed with them. Kurt's whole body was buzzing with excitement, so much so that Blaine made a teasing comment about how giddy he was. The restaurant was fairly crowded and they were seated shortly after Blaine informed the hostess of their reservation.

Finn and Rachel were very busing taking it all in, the view, the layout, all of it, to really notice the other two. Kurt and Blaine were a bit too busy being infatuated with one another to pay attention to the rest of the restaurant this time. Sure, it was just as breathtakingly spectacular as it bad been the first time, but, having already seen it before, they could watch each other this time instead. It was all Blaine with his everlasting heart-eyes and Kurt with his inability to be anything other than in love with the boy next to him that really mattered to them.

When pieced of Kurt's hair fell out of place, it was Blaine who pushed it out of his eyes for him. When Blaine didn't notice the sauce on the corner of his lips, it was Kurt who kissed it away. When Kurt made a snarky comment under his breath, it was Blaine who wouldn't control his laughter. When Blaine was trying desperately to understand Finn's scatterbrained antics, it was Kurt who smiled and walked him through it.

Paying the check and leaving was a whole lot harder than Kurt had imagined it being. As he took one final look around while they walked out, Blaine threaded their fingers together and brushed his lips over the back of his knuckles comfortingly, seeming to get why Kurt was suddenly so emotional in the midst of what had turned out to be an amazing date for both of the couple in attendance. He offered Kurt a small smile, which the other boy returned after a second.

The couples said their goodbyes while they walked back and finally parted ways, Finn and Rachel going back to their hotel and Kurt opting to go back with Blaine because he didn't want to spend the night alone. Blaine, of course, had no objections and happily agreed when Kurt suggested the idea to him.

When they did finally get back to Blaine's, they finished what they began only hours before. It started the same way, with them kissing hungrily against the door as soon as they had walked through it.  It ended with them in Blaine's bed, naked, boneless, breathless, and more in love than possibly imaginable. As they came down from their high and immediately wrapped themselves around each other, Kurt kissed Blaine's bare shoulder, pillowed his head in the crook of his neck, and sighed dreamily.

He felt more connected to Blaine than he had ever felt before. Sure, they hadn't gone ‘all the way' in the sense that they didn't have full-on penetrative sex, but this was the first time they had ever really completely shared themselves with each other. It was the first time they had ever seen each other naked, to which Kurt would describe Blaine as stunningly beautiful and Blaine would describe Kurt as breathtakingly gorgeous. It was also the first time that either of them had orgasmed at the hands of another person, Blaine with his sinful hips and Kurt with his delicious moans.

They pressed against each other from head to toe once they were done, trying to touch as much of each other as they could, Kurt on top of Blaine with Blaine's arms wrapped loosely around his waist and his own arms hooked under Blaine's shoulders comfortably. They closed their eyes sleepily and Kurt breathed in the deeply, the smell of SexSweatBlaine attacking his senses.

"Thank you for that," he whispered into the silence between them.

Blaine turned his head and pressed a long, hard kiss into his now wild hair before returning to his original position, "No need to thank me, love. You were just as much a part of that as I was," he said sweetly. Blaine could feel him smile against his skin, which sent a pleasant warmth throughout him.

"Okay," he conceded, not really wanting to question him, "I'm really glad we finally did that."

Blaine nodded subtly, his cheek rubbing against where Kurt was pressing his forehead to it, "So am I," he paused for a brief second, "Was it as good as you imagined it'd be?"

"Much better." And Kurt let out a little giggle at it all, "It was perfect."

Blaine's smile grew impossibly and the easy silence hung in the air for a few calming moments, when Blaine whispered, "I'm so in love with you." He wasn't even entirely sure Kurt was still awake, but the words were itching to leave his lips and he knew he would be upset later on if he didn't say it aloud. His mental questions were answered when Kurt lifted his head and kissed him softly on the lips.

He looked Blaine straight in his brilliant, honey colored eyes when he said, "I couldn't be more in love with you right now if I tried." He stroked Blaine's still slightly sweat-damp curls a few more times and dropped one last lingering kiss to his lips before dropping his head back down to nuzzle his nose to the soft skin of Blaine's neck. They were both positively exhausted and any second now would be succumbing to the idea of sleep that was looming above their heads.

Kurt let out an almost kitten-like yawn and pressed his lips to Blaine's neck, whispering, "Goodnight, baby," through it, his hot breath tickling Blaine's neck pleasurably.

"Goodnight, love," he whispered back, kissing Kurt's forehead gently.

Sleep claimed them quickly after, dragging them both willingly under, limbs and hearts completely intertwined, nothing separating them, and nothing holding them back.

"We're leaving in the morning. I can't believe we're actually leaving in less than twenty four hours," Kurt said as he stuffed more of his belongings into his suitcase. Blaine was laying long-ways on his stomach on Kurt's bed, head resting on his hands and arms propped by his elbows, as he watched Kurt pack. Kurt had watched him as he had done the same earlier, so he went back with Kurt to his own hotel so that he could do the same for him in return.

"Me either," he agreed, eyes following Kurt back and forth as he went from his closet and dresser back to his suitcase that was resting open on a chair near his bed.

"And, like, it's not that I don't want to go home because I do.  I miss my dad and Carole like crazy, but I don't want to leave," he rambled.

"I know," Blaine nodded in understanding.

"Leaving here is just so hard and we met here and we have so many memories here and our café and..." The next thing he knew, Blaine was grabbing his wrist and pulling him to sit on the bed next to him, "What?" he whined, sounding especially adorable and child-like.

"Kurt, you sound frantic," Blaine pointed out, "Sit for a second. Relax. Chill. Calm down. Breathe."

"I know, I know." Kurt rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands for a second, "I'm just...anxious about leaving, I guess."

Blaine furrowed his brow and rubbed up and down Kurt's side, "What's making you anxious about it?"

Kurt breathed out a loud sigh and moved himself to sit cross-legged in from of him. He pulled Blaine's hands into his lap and started to play with his fingers the way he did whenever he got nervous, "I don't know how to put it," he sighed again, clearly frustrated with himself, "We just have such a nice little routine here, you know? It's like, I know we'll find a new one once we're in New York, but it's tough letting go of this one."

"I understand that," Blaine spoke soothingly, "But we'll be back someday. I know we will."

Kurt looked up from their hands at him with the most heartbreakingly earnest eyes Blaine had ever seen, "You really think so?"

"I know so," he confirmed without even so much as hesitating for a beat, "I'm bringing you back here at the first chance we get."

Kurt's smile grew about ten sizes and his shoulders noticeably lost some of the tension that had previously been keeping him so rigid, "Promise?"

"I promise," and when Blaine said that, it came completely form the heart. He tilted his chin forward and puckered his lips, fully intending on sealing their promise with a kiss. Kurt let go of one of his hands in favor of cupping Blaine's neck with it. He pressed his lips to Blaine's and a sigh of contentment left him as he exhaled through his nose and the rest of the remaining tension disappeared. When they were fully satisfied, they pulled back and Blaine looked at Kurt seriously, straight in his eyes, "Okay, I do have one question though."

Kurt eyed him curiously, "What might that be?"

"How the hell did you manage to pack so much of your clothes in two suitcases and a carry-on?"

Kurt threw his head back and pretty soon, he couldn't stop laughing. He even got to the point where his stomach was starting got hurt from laughing so much. Blaine laughed along with him, his heart doing flips at how beautiful Kurt looked when he got like this.

"Oh, baby," Kurt looked at him with laughter-tear filled eyes and a smile that wouldn't go away, "You doubt my talents."

"I do no such thing!" Blaine retorted, "I'm just impressed!"

Kurt's smile grew cocky, "Well, I am extremely impressive. I admit that."

"That you certainly are." Blaine looked at him in complete adoration.

"You know," Kurt stated after a second, "Sometimes I wonder if we're doing this all too fast. Like, the other night after dinner," he said suggestively, "How we're moving in together in New York. And then you go and look at me like that. All of those fears I have wash right away when you have that look on."

Blaine looked up at him through his long lashes, "What look do I have on, exactly?" he asked in a flirty tone.

The corner of Kurt's lips quirked up as he tried to find the right words to use, "You look at me like I hung the moon or like you're a blind man that's seeing the sun for the first time." While he explained this, Kurt was looking at Blaine with hearts in his eyes, so much so that Blaine felt his stomach turning over. He remembered the beginning of the summer, when the only time he saw Kurt looking at him like that was in his dreams. If he could go back and tell himself just how real his dreams would become, he wouldn't even have believed himself.

"I feel that way sometimes," Blaine admitted, "Life before you feels like it was years ago."

"Same here." Kurt's smile turned bashful and he looked down at their hands in his lap again for another quick second, "Remember June?"

"Barely," he laughed, "I remember being scared out of my wits when I asked you out to dinner for our first date."

"And I remember you looking like you wanted to do a double fist-pump in the air when I said yes," Kurt joked.

"I almost did, too. I actually went back to my hotel and woke both Wes and David out of sound sleeps because I was too excited to stay quiet and let them sleep any longer."

Unexpected laughter bubbled out of the back of Kurt's throat, "You did not?" he challenged.

"Oh, but I did," Blaine said seriously.

"Too adorable for your own good." Kurt leaned forward and kisses him firmly on the lips again, "It's crazy how far we've come."

"I know," he agreed, "Good crazy, though."

"The best crazy," Kurt smiled brightly at him, "And we're going from Paris to New York. When did I fall asleep and land in such a perfect dream?"

"At the end of June," Blaine joked.

Kurt laughed at him and, feeling far too affectionate for his own good, pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead, "This is too perfect to be a dream."

Blaine's heart started to beat uncontrollably at the feeling of Kurt's lips on his skin, "And I'm pretty sure a dream wouldn't span for two and a half months," he added with a laugh.

"Certainly hope not," Kurt laughed, too. They stared lovingly at each other for a few long seconds before Kurt sighed, "I should probably finish packing."

Blaine nodded reluctantly, "Probably."

Kurt pressed a fleeting kiss to the back of his hand and pushed himself off of the bed, "This is probably going to sound really stupid, but we do have plane tickets for tomorrow, right?"

Blaine laughed loudly at him before saying, "We do."

"Phew," he breathed out a sigh of relief, "And if this isn't too far in the future to ask, do we have tickets from Ohio to New York already?"

"Yupp," Blaine nodded happily, "Already taken care of."

Kurt bit his lip, "You know, I can't help but feel sort of bad that you're spending so much money on me lately."

"Hush," he encouraged, "First off, dinner the other night was technically on my dad, not me. Second, we each bought our tickets for Ohio ourselves. And lastly, my parents are happily using their frequent-flyer miles to pay for New York. So, I have bought you none of this."

He eyed Blaine skeptically, "Now you're just arguing semantics."

"Absolutely I am," Blaine grinned obnoxiously wide. Kurt threw one of his shirts at him and it hit in square in the face, making Kurt giggle uncontrollably, "Eh!"

"What, honey?" he asked innocently.

"Don't you ‘What, honey?' me!" Blaine exclaimed.

Kurt shrugged, "You were being ridiculous and deserved to be hit in the face, so I threw a shirt at you. Questions?"

"Rude," he muttered back.

"I heard that!" Kurt yelled over his shoulder as he rummaged through his dresser.

"I don't care!" Blaine said bitterly and obnoxiously loudly on purpose.

They laughed it off and, as always, kept at their light, playful banter all throughout the entire time Kurt needed to pack. As it grew later and later, the boys grew sleepier and sleepier. The occasional yawn was becoming more frequent and Blaine's eyelids were drooping as he laid talking to Kurt, who was noticing the change in him.

"Hey, Blaine?" He sat with his hip even with the other boy's head that was resting on the bed and he ran his fingers through his messy curls.

"Mmm?" he hummed.

"It's getting sorta late and we have to be up early in the morning. Do you think you should be heading back to your hotel or...?"

Blaine shook his head into the mattress, "Nuh-uh. Too comfy."

"You're more than welcome to stay here," he offered, "I just didn't know if you wanted to spend your last night in your own hotel or not."

He opened his eyes slowly to look at Kurt, "I wanna spend my last night here with you. It doesn't matter where we are."

"Okay," Kurt smiled softly, "Do you want any pajamas to borrow?"

"Do you have an extra pair of sweatpants?"

"Yeah, sure. Lemme grab ‘em." He got Blaine his red McKinley sweats and put on the navy ones Blaine had lent to him so long ago that he had never given back, for obvious reasons; nor had he given back the sweatshirt.

Blaine quickly got up and threw on the pants, both boys opting to go shirtless because why not? When he noticed Kurt wearing his pants he smiled and his heart started to beat a little quicker. They both ended up on their respective sides of Kurt's bed within the next ten minutes, after brushing their teeth and going to the bathroom and such. They laid in what had honestly become their favorite position to cuddle in, with Blaine on his back and Kurt snuggled into his side, an arm around Kurt's shoulders. Kurt had one leg thrown over Blaine's hip and was thumbing at his collarbone mindlessly.

"B," he whispered, using the nickname they both started growing fond of.

"What's up?"

"I wanna ask you something," he stated.

"Ask away," Blaine encouraged.

Kurt hesitated for only a moment, "Do you...do you think our relationship is gonna change at all when we're not here anymore?"

Blaine furrowed his brow a little, "Is that a concern you have?"

"It's only a tiny one," Kurt admitted quietly.

"Well, I think our relationship will be different, but in the sense that we're going to grow together and it's going to mature with us," he explained, "It's going to evolve, but we're not going to be any different. We're not gonna grow apart, if that's what you're afraid of. I love you, Kurt, regardless of where we are. New York. Paris. Hell, we could be living in a cardboard box together and I'd still be hopelessly in love with you," he joked lightly.

"Okay," Kurt laughed a slightly watery laugh, "And I think the same thing. It just kinda popped up in my brain and I wanted to say it out loud. I don't want you to feel like I'm doubting you or anything because that's the last thing I want you to think," he was quick to explain.

"I don't feel that way at all. I know it wasn't meant like that," he reassured him, "It's actually really good to know that we're on the same page about it."

Kurt nodded against his chest, "Agreed. I can't actually wait to explore another city with you."

Blaine groaned, "I'm gonna get lost so much."

Kurt picked his head up to look Blaine in the eyes, "As long as I'm lost with you, I don't really mind," he said lovingly.

"There's no one I'd rather be lost with," Blaine smiled brightly. Kurt tilted his head to gently kiss his lips before resting his head back down.

"I'm so sleepy," he yawned after a quiet second.

"I know what you should do," Blaine said matter-of-factly.

"What's that?" he yawned unintentionally once more.

"Sleep," he beamed.

Kurt scoffed and his eyes fluttered shut, "Thank you, Captain Obvious."

"Always here to help," Blaine tried to say regally but failed because of the fact that he started laughing. He brought his free arm around to stroke Kurt's cheek softly. Kurt turned his face for a moment to kiss his palm, then returned to his original spot. "Go to sleep, Kurt," he said gently.

"Okay," Kurt whispered through yet another long yawn. He nuzzled his cheek against Blaine's chest.

"G'night Kurt." He kissed him easily on the forehead with soft lips.

"Night, Blaine," he replied, already half asleep, "Love you lots."

"Love you lots, too," Blaine said back. His eyelids started to droop as a result of their quiet, easy atmosphere and the calming feeling of Kurt pressed against him after a couple of minutes.

They were leaving tomorrow. Of course he was upset about that, who wouldn't be? But more importantly? He couldn't wait to get the rest of his life started, in New York and with Kurt at his side. In one summer, all of Blaine's dreams had come true. He got his father back, he had an epic vacation, and he found the love of his life. When had things gotten so perfect?

When Kurt's alarm went off at 5:30 the next morning, they were a little more than reluctant to get out of bed. It was early, they were tired, and getting up meant facing the fact that they were actually leaving, but after fifteen minutes of prolonging the inevitable, they got up and dressed.

Blaine left the hotel, kissing Kurt swiftly and making sure to say ‘I love you' before he was out the door, because he needed to get his own suitcases. Rachel, Finn, and Kurt would be meeting Blaine, Wes and David at the airport anyway. They wouldn't really be apart for more than an hour, at the absolutely maximum.

Kurt had barely managed to escape Rachel's shit-storm because, right before they went downstairs to their cab, she barged into his room, seconds away from a full-fledged panic attack at the fact that she thought she was going to forget something. He calmed her down after a minute, making her sit and breathe slowly.

Reuniting with Blaine and the other two crazy boys at the airport made Kurt emotional, to say the very least. Blaine was the only one to notice that he was, but he completely understood why, just tucking Kurt into side and keeping close to him. Leaving Paris wasn't really the easiest for Blaine either, but it was hitting Kurt harder, so he made him his priority.

The pre-flight checks went smoothly and before they knew it, they were boarding the plane. They all found their seats, which had been purchased in pairs, all one in front of the other. So, Wes and David were in front of Kurt and Blaine, who were in front of Rachel and Finn.

Kurt sat right next to the window, staring out it blankly. Blaine watched him for a few short seconds before grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers slowly.

"Kurt?"

"Hmm?"

"You alright over there?"

Kurt turned to him and offered a small smile, "You know, I actually am."

"Okay," Blaine smiled back, "I just wanna make sure because I know this is making you upset."

"It is a little," he admitted, "But you want to know what I just realized?"

"Absolutely."

"It's not so bad anymore when I think of how we're about to start our lives together." Kurt's eyes beamed at saying this, "And I know that we've known about living together for a few weeks now, but it only really just hit me, in the best way. We're actually doing this, Blaine."

"I know," he answered, "I can't wait."

"Me either," and Kurt leaned over and kissed him softly, leaving them both smiling when they pulled away. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder and pretty soon after, they were taking off and in the clouds, finally on their way back to Ohio.

"You sure you're okay?" Blaine checked one last time.

Kurt nodded subtly on his shoulder, "I'm perfect." Blaine smiled at that and kissed the top of his head.

"For what it's worth," he whispered a few seconds later, "There's no one I would have rather spent this trip with."

"Me either," Kurt raised his head to look him in the eyes.

"It's been a pleasure falling in love with you this summer, Kurt Hummel." And he pressed their foreheads together.

"Same to you, Blaine Anderson," he whispered, "I wouldn't trade this summer for anything in the world." Blaine shook his head, nudging their noses together in a silent ‘me either'. "I love you," Kurt breathed between them.

"I love you, too," Blaine returned without even thinking twice.

And so began the rest of their lives.