Mind reeling, Kurt stormed down the sidewalk of Battery Park with a set jaw and clenched fists. Anger boiled inside him, and he looked up at the sky, thinking, It should be raining. He had always imagined a fit of youthful angst like this to be accompanied by at least slightly unpleasant weather. Instead, he was met with an almost ironically clear sky, exposing a full moon and a splattering of stars far too beautiful for his current mood. The whole scene reminded him of the November night a year ago that had almost been the end.

Kurt stood in the park, rocking on his heels, waiting for Blaine to meet him there. It would be foolish to say that Kurt wasn't concerned; he knew that long-distance was straining to them both, so he wasn't exactly expecting good news.

When he finally spotted Blaine walking his way, Kurt's heart ached. He wanted to take the boy in his arms and just hold him until all their problems went away. He wanted them to be like they were before, but he couldn't, so he just stood still, waiting for Blaine to speak.

The next several minutes passed in a sort of blur, with Kurt feebly holding on to the idea of the conversation, clips of Blaine's speech sticking in his mind.

"It's really hard for me to see you go off and be an adult in the real world while I'm still a kid in high school."

"I can't be holding you back, Kurt."

"I don't think I can do this anymore."

Kurt didn't try to argue with Blaine, and at the end he only said one thing.

"I can't live without you."

He knew he sounded pathetic. He knew that he had no rational argument against the reasons Blaine had for them to go their separate ways. Still, to Kurt it made sense. He didn't just love Blaine; he needed Blaine. To live without him would be like trying to walk with half of a body, or trying to live with half a soul. He supposed that was the point of a soul mate. It wasn't something he could just give up on.

Remembering that night brought fresh tears to Kurt's eyes. Ironically, Kurt had been storming down the park a minute earlier over almost the same argument.

It was an argument that had been having since Blaine moved to New York. Kurt tried to be a supportive boyfriend, but they both knew that it pained Kurt to watch Blaine so easily become successful in musical theater when Kurt had failed after dedicating his entire life to it. Kurt was usually able to put it aside, but sometimes jealousy got the better of him. Particularly after a bad day of work, they would end up in a fight.

However, as he thought back to the year before, he also realized that while everything had changed, they really weren't much different from the boys they were a year ago. Kurt was still Kurt and Blaine was still Blaine, and no matter how jealous Kurt got, he couldn't deny that they were soul mates, and he still wasn't ready to give up on that.

At that thought, he hurried back to their apartment, hoping that Blaine hadn't stormed off as well. Thankfully, Kurt found him in their bedroom, curled on his side above the covers of their bed. He knew that Blaine must have heard the door open, but he didn't recognize Kurt's presence. The scene nearly broke him.

After tiptoeing to Blaine's side of the bed, Kurt laid delicate fingers across his clothed side and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, breath ghosting over Blaine's ear. "I would give up anything for you."

Blaine silently turned around to face Kurt, the rims of his eyes red and swollen. Then, with a quivering voice, he responded, "Please, just promise that you won't leave me."

Vision blurred by tears, Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and leaned in to give Blaine a kiss. Their noses pressed against each other, and their mouths overlapped as Kurt sucked on Blaine's lip. They smacked and slid together, mouths moved close and pulled apart until they barely touched, but never went far enough to separate. Blaine slid his hands under Kurt's shirt to grab his waist, and pulled him onto the bed.

Kurt relaxed with Blaine under him, allowing their chests to align and their legs to tangle together, and he felt Blaine's heart race. He let out a soft moan as their tongues met, but pulled away, pressing his forehead to Blaine's and cupping his hand around Kurt's face as he looked into Blaine's eyes.

Kurt smiled through his tears, mesmerized. A lot of people told Blaine that he had his mother's eyes, but Kurt knew that they were wrong. Blaine's eyes were different, and he couldn't exactly tell how, but they were something that he had never seen in another person. His eyes spoke volumes, brimming with passion and love that Kurt would always hope was meant for him. In a moment of silence, both boys just absorbed each other's presence, their deep breaths filling the room.

Kurt didn't know how long the just laid there, admiring each other, but time restarted when Blaine pulled his head off the bed to reattach his lips to Kurt's. They both sucked in gasps, and the temperature of the room seemed to rise a hundred degrees while their kiss became needy and fueled by a primal desire for each other. Kurt shifted his mouth behind Blaine's ear, softly pulling at Blaine's earlobe with his teeth and running his tongue along the skin behind it, earning a moan from Blaine as he arched from the bed, his body begging for more.

His mouth shifted again, creating a wet trail down Blaine's neck and along his collarbone, letting his teeth graze across the smooth skin. With trembling hands he nearly ripped apart Blaine's button-down, craving what it hid. In that moment, he forgot about everything except for Blaine, and how nothing had ever felt as right as being with him.

Kurt's mind was trapped between wanting everything at that second and wanting it to last forever, but the decision was made for him when he felt Blaine's hands everywhere, clawing at his clothes and peeling apart layers of fabric. Before long, both of them were left clad only in boxer briefs, and their hips were grinding together. The friction of their erections rubbing against each other making Kurt whimper and Blaine moan. Still, they needed more.

Another trail of open-mouthed kisses lead down Blaine's chest, Kurt caressing Blaine's torso with his hands while he captured Blaine's nipple in his mouth, exploring the small nub with his tongue before leading to the next. He moved quickly but with surprising detail, trying to capture the entirety of Blaine before any bit had a chance to escape his memory.

Blaine let out a tortured groan at the teasing, and in response Kurt ran his fingers along the soft trail of hair leading from Kurt's navel to beneath waistband of his boxer-briefs. With a certain hand, Kurt traced a finger along the waistband before letting his hand dip below it. He cupped Blaine's cock sturdily within his grasp, then rolled his thumb across Blaine's slit and started to move to the shaft before Blaine pulled his arm up, forcing Kurt to release his hand, already wet with precome.

He looked up and saw Blaine, head thrown back onto the mangled pillow that was probably covered with the same sweat that left a shine on his entire body. Kurt couldn't take his eyes of the picturesque scene below him, his arousal increasing tenfold with every second that passed. Nevertheless, he couldn't ignore Blaine's request when he pulled at Kurt's waistband and slurred, "These need to go."

He slid the fabric down Kurt's legs and pulled it off, tossing it aside with the rest of their clothes, and then laid in anticipation as Kurt did the same to him. Then there was nothing but skin against skin and their sweat mingling in a tangle of limbs holding them close enough that Kurt nearly lost all sense of himself in the confusion of two inseparable bodies.

He rolled his hips against Blaine, and the sensation of their bare cocks gliding together made both of them whimper. Blaine trusted off the bed in an attempt to press himself more firmly against Kurt. In response, Kurt shifted down Blaine's body again, this time letting his tongue trace every bone, ever muscle, every contour of Blaine's body. He latched on to Blaine's protruding hip bones, toying with the skin in his mouth enough to leave a faint red mark, but not enough to bruise.

Blaine then spluttered, "Kurt, please," and Kurt responded with his hands behind Blaine's hips, slowly kneading his fingers into Blaine's ass while his tongue traced the ridges along his cock. Blaine let out short breathes as he tried to force his cock closer to Kurt's face, but Kurt had a firm grip in him, the pads of his thumbs pressed hard to keep Blaine down. He continued to spiral the tip of his tongue around Blaine's cock, swollen and covered with saliva until he finally ran the flat, smooth surface of his tongue along the underside of Blaine's cock, sucking it into his mouth as soon as his tongue reached the tip. Kurt hummed with pleasure at the sounds Blaine was releasing, a mix of moans and gasps and pleads for more.

While Kurt sunk is mouth further around Blaine's cock, his swollen lips running down Blaine's length while his tongue swirled around the shaft, he could feel Blaine coming undone. Not wanting their night to end, Kurt slid his mouth off of Blaine with a wet pop, and moved to kiss him again. Blaine's tongue explored the inside of Kurt's mouth and tasting himself within it. As soon as Kurt was on top of Blaine again, Blaine hastily wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock, not wanting to ignore him, but Kurt grabbed his wrist to stop him. Blaine watched him with confusion until Kurt reached to the nightstand beside them and plucked a bottle of lube out of the drawer. Blaine's eyes grew impossibly darker at the sight, and he moaned when Kurt flicked of the lid and dribbled the liquid to cover his finger.

Blaine opened his legs for Kurt as his slippery fingers danced behind Blaine's cock and played with his balls, holding them gently in his hand and circling them with a single finger. After a moment, Kurt could sense Blaine's impatience, so he stroked past the writhing boy's perineum until his fingertips found Blaine's hole. Blaine let out a blissful sigh as Kurt pressed one finger on his rim, circling it several times before pushing his first knuckle inside Blaine. They had been doing this for years, and Kurt knew that Blaine would be okay if he went faster, but especially tonight Kurt couldn't bear the thought of Blaine being in any sort of pain.

Within a minute Kurt was thrusting his finger in and out of Blaine, grinding against Blaine's thigh as they both let out shuddering breaths. He added another finger, and then a third, massaging the inside of Blaine's hole with practiced ease. He curved his finger to press against Blaine's prostate, and Blaine responded with a shout, and their lips connected in a deep if somewhat sloppy kiss. Eventually, however, Kurt's own desire drove him to continue, and with one hand he spread warmed lube along his cock, and held it around the rim of Blaine's hole.

Before moving, he placed a hand over Blaine's heart, feeling the rushed beat underneath his palm, and for a moment marveled at how that beating muscle had in its control everything that gave Kurt's life meaning, and how some external force had become a part of him, controlling his life as it controlled Blaine's. Kurt couldn't find words to truly express this feeling; the absolute certainty that Blaine made Kurt, the last puzzle piece that made the entire picture seem real. At a loss for the proper words, he simply murmured into the thickened air of the dark room, "I love you."

He then slowly pressed himself into Blaine's hole. After giving Blaine a moment to adjust, Kurt watched his face morph into a look of unadulterated ecstasy; his jaw was loose and eyes were squeezed shut, sweat dripping from his hair down his head. They both thrusted together, Blaine's hips lifting off the bed with Kurt's pushing him back down, attempting to drive himself as deep as possible. Moans, gasps, and whimpers bounced of the walls as hands trailed everywhere and both of their movements became more erratic, each forgoing any sort of rhythm just to keep the other as close as possible.

Kurt then knew of nothing but the feeling of Blaine everywhere, and he lost control, letting Blaine carry him through his writhing movements. Their hearts raced against each other, short gasps filling each other's mouths as their lips and tongues and teeth clashed together in an altogether imperfect kiss but still somehow exactly what they needed. Kurt's hand shook as he grasped Blaine's cock and pumped him hard, then forced himself as far inside Blaine as possible, pressing hard against his prostate, and the boy's mouth fell open and he came with long spurts across Kurt's hand and onto his chest. Kurt keened as Blaine clenched around him, and Kurt kept pumping Blaine's pulsing cock as he himself was pushed over the edge, coming, spilling into Blaine's hole.

They collapsed against each other, Kurt resting his head against Blaine's shoulder, feeling Blaine in turn lean against his head. Slowly, he pulled his softening cock out of Blaine, and he and Blaine shared a wince at the friction against sensitive skin. They turned to face each other sideways on the bed. Kurt's eyes traced the details of Blaine's face, grinning at the sweaty curls that fell in front of his drooping eyes and the flushed cheeks that framed a lazy smile.

Kurt would do anything just to never stop seeing that face, smiling back at him like they were the only people in the world. Even if he was unemployed and his career plan failed again, Kurt was pretty sure that he would be okay as long as he could just keep this man. Then, the idea of he and Blaine with a house, with a family, acting domestic on a Sunday morning didn't feel like a distant fantasy. He had spent the last years just trying to wrap his head around the idea that he and Blaine could be together, but now he saw himself truly believing in a future where they stayed that way.

His giddy smile was replaced with a pensive, loving stare, and he took Blaine's hands in his, pressing a soft kiss to the knuckles. Kurt then said two words, not as a question, not even as a demand really. He hoped that Blaine could see it as he saw it, as an idea, a vague sort of plan for the rest of their lives.

"Marry me."