Kurt's fingers traced Blaine's lips, his cheekbones, his eyelids. He stared in wonder at the small smile on Blaine's face at Kurt's simple touches. Blaine was so, so beautiful that sometimes Kurt hurt at the thought of him.

He had almost lost this. He had almost lost this beautiful boy over some sweet text messages.

Kurt felt another wave of guilt come up, threatening to drown him in sorrow. Because really, he'd been so stupid. He had been stupid enough to hurt Blaine. His Blaine. The love of his life. Kurt breathed in deeply through his nose, letting the air back out with a slight 'whoosh'.

Blaine had been so hurt by Kurt's actions that he'd broken down as soon as they left Ms. Pillsbury's office. Kurt had quickly taken the other boy into his arms, kissing every bit of skin he could reach and murmuring sweet nothings into his ear. “We're okay. We'll be okay. I'm so sorry. I love you.”

There would be other guys. There would be so many more gay guys in New York. And, though Kurt didn't entirely understand why, some of them would want him. And maybe he would want them too.

Looking at Blaine in that moment, Kurt didn't, couldn't, understand how he could want anyone more than he wants Blaine. But there were times when he could feel a certain doubt.

Kurt shook his head slightly, moving his hand to rest on Blaine's chest. He didn't want to think about that now. For now, he wanted to be spontaneous and fun with his beautiful boyfriend. For now, his doubts didn't exist.