Blaine Hummel-Anderson

There is something very special in the way Kurt's eyes drops lazily at night, when the clock has passed twelve and the darkness is seeping through the windows. Blaine looks down to the man who is already half-asleep on his chest. "Come on, babe. Time for bed or else you're going to drool all over my shirt."

A small groan leaves Kurt's mouth. "-iiimnot-slee-heeping." Blaine chuckles. "If you hadn't yawned at the end of that none sense, maybe I would've believed you." After a few failed attempts to gracefully rise from the sofa they are both on their way to the bathroom.

Blaine is standing behind Kurt, silently watching while Kurt pushes his hair away from his face and gently starts rubbing face cleanser to his forehead. They do this every night, doing their nightly routine with practiced ease. Kurt cleanses his face, strokes a light layer of night cream to his jaw and t-zone and gently massages cream to his eyelids. Kurt's fingers are dancing around between jars of different moisturizing products and his beautiful, smooth skin. The skin Blaine loves to touch, and kiss and study.

Blaine loves Kurt's skin. Especially the smell of it after he has returned home from a day at work. When Blaine pulls Kurt into a hug in the hallway he can feel the faint smell of coffee, paperwork, different kinds of fabrics and Kurt. The smell of Kurt is almost intoxicating. He breathes him in, and he feel so alive. One time Blaine told him exactly that, but Kurt had blushed slightly and ducked his head down telling him that he felt gross and dirty, and that the smell in the office almost had become a part of him. "But that is it," Blaine had whispered into his ear. "I love every single part of you."

And when Kurt says "I love you", Blaine's heart flutters. It's almost like it skips over a beat, turns around in his chest and sends bolts of lightning down to his toes. He could never get use to hearing this beautiful man say those three words to him. No matter if it is said before they go to sleep at night, or after a fight, or barley a whisper over their morning coffee, it still means the world to Blaine that someone like Kurt is willing to love him. The most beautiful sound in the world has always been, and always will be Kurt saying "I love you".

Rachel Berry

She knows that she shouldn't be jealous, and that she one day will find something just as special as to what these two have. To keep their friendship fresh and for Kurt to keep up with the Broadway gossip, the three of them meet up at least once a month for an annual movie night. Every time, when the lights are dimmed and the soundtrack of the movie is playing in front of them, she glances to the other side of the sofa and smiles lightly when she sees their fingers laced together, Kurt's thumb gently rubbing over Blaine's knuckles.

When the movie is over and they turn the conversation into a friendly banter, it's almost like she can feel the love between the two men. They never make her feel uncomfortable and they always include her in the conversations, but sometimes she just likes to sit back and observe, giving input here and there when Kurt talks passionately about the new line in the spring issue of Vogue or when Blaine mentions the new piano in the record studio. When Kurt looks into Blaine's eyes and the skin around his right eye wrinkles just a little bit, that's when her heart swells up. It's like their eyes can hold a whole conversation with just one glance. It baffles her every time she sees it, because no matter where they are, what they talk about or what they are doing it's always the same. Heck, she even walked in on them having sex in their old apartment they shared during college, and even then all she could see was love in those eyes.

She turns her eyes away for a second and giggles a bit when the memory comes creeping back. She knows she shouldn't be jealous, because they are the perfect example to why she believes in love.

Barista-John at Starbucks

When John goes to work every Wednesday morning he knows it will be a good day. At 11.40 he is standing behind the counter, just like every Wednesday for the last four years. The bell over the door gives away a faint sound, and the two men walk up to John, hand in hand. "A medium drip for this sweet one over here," the taller man says, giving just the tiniest wink to the man beside him. "And a non-fat mocha for this cutie," the shorter man with the bowtie says, nodding his head slightly to the right. "Oh, and maybe you can get him to share that biscotti with me?"

While the coffee is being made he always take his time watching how the taller man brush off some dust from the other man's jacket, and how they squeezes their hands just a little bit tighter when they look at each other.

The best thing about being at work on a Wednesday is this moment right here. These two men walking in, ordering coffee for the other one, sitting by a table for twenty minutes talking about everything in the world. The atmosphere in the little coffee shop is filled with smiles and laughter for the rest of the day. He studies the two men walking out, waving their goodbyes to him as if they had been friends for years. Outside the door they give each other a small peck on the lips before they both head away in two different directions. The best thing about work, indeed.

That guy who lives in a box by the train station who once mentioned that his name was Emmett

When the rain is pouring down, there is not much to do than getting soaked if you don't have a decent raincoat or you know, roof over your head. Life on the street is hard, and cold, and pretty much hopeless most of the time. But once in a while there are these small rays of light that can brighten up even the wettest and darkest afternoon.

They always walk close together, shoulder to shoulder. They smile and laugh, and it looks like they really enjoy each others company. He thinks they are just going to hurry past him, carry on their day without as much looking at him. But they never do that. They always stop in front of him, and the man wearing what looks like a really expensive raincoat whispers something to the other man's ear. Before he knows it they are handing him a ten dollar bill. He utters his 'thank yous', smiling a toothless grin to them. They are about to head on to the train platform, before the man with the dark hair turns, looks him straight in the eyes and says "hey, Emmett, right? Take care of yourself, and stay warm." He is so shocked that all he can do is mouth thank you. He sees them get on the train, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder.

Sophie Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson

When she went to kindergarten there was this girl who pulled her pony tail and told her that her family wasn't normal. When she got home that day she had asked her daddies why that girl had said something like that. That is the day when she learned that family is not about having a daddy and a mommy, but rather having someone who can give you all the love you need. And by being the daughter of one Kurt Hummel and one Blaine Anderson there is going to be a lot of that going around.

The best things about her daddies are how they look when they wake up, when she is bouncing by the foot of the bed or trying to snuggle up between them. Her daddy has a little stubble on his cheeks, and her papa has hair that stands right up. Their eyes are smaller in the morning, and sometimes they even have an awful morning breath, but no matter what they still give her a kiss on the cheek, before they give each other a small peck on the lips.

Sometimes they make her go to her room and find clothes to wear to school, and make her bed, so they can take a shower together. She can hear them singing and laughing when she finds her favorite skirt and a matching cardigan. Other times they make breakfast together, and daddy tries to feed papa strawberries or string cheese. When they do that she has to giggle, because her daddies can be very silly at times.

When they are supposed to watch Disney Channel together she knows that they are not keeping attention to the TV. She can see them leaning against each other behind her back, stealing kisses. Sometimes daddy just runs his fingers through papa's hair, and they sit there looking goofily at each other. She knows they do that when they have tucked her into bed at night too. They both kiss her forehead, sometimes they read and other times they sing lullabies, and every night they say "goodnight princess, we love you" before they wander out in the hallway outside her room. She can see them though the tiny opening of the door, where they stand close, almost like they are trying to be a koala in a tree.

Kurt Hummel-Anderson

Kurt is standing in the kitchen, trying to figure out how on earth he is supposed to attend eight meetings next week, and also have time to bake cookies for the bake sale at Sophie's school. Work has been killing all his time for the last couple of months, and now he is standing by the kitchen counter with tears in his eyes, wanting to cry out in exhaustion. He hears the door being opened and closed, and soon two feet walking down the hallway and in to the kitchen.

"Hi honey, I'm home. Carole called me earlier today and said they are coming to the city next week." Blaine is standing in front of him grinning. And that is the final straw for this horrible week, and he burst out in tears. "Hey now, baby, what's going on? Sweetie, what's the matter?"

His shoulders are shaking, and before he knows it Blaine is standing there, holding him tight. He tries to form words to tell him what's going on, but all that comes out are some gross sobbing sounds. And since Blaine knows him like no other do he kisses him. The kiss starts out quite frantic, with teeth in the way, and dry lips. Blaine put his hand on either side of his head, giving him two short kisses, before turning his head so that they could look at each other. "I'm just really exhausted, and there is so many things going on and-" he manages to blurt out before Blaine's lips are on him again. It's more soothing now than in the beginning, Blaine's upper lip gliding softly between his slightly parted lips. And it is exactly what he needs right now. His heart rate is slowly going back to normal and he slump against Blaine's chest. Kissing Blaine is wonderful. It's so familiar, yet it's like a new sensation every time. He feels like a teenager again each time their lips brush, butterflies in his stomach and a rush of tingling sparks throughout his body. Blaine always knows what to do to keep his feet planted on the earth. His head is resting against his chest, and Blaine is stroking his hands up and down his back. Everything feels safe in Blaine's arms. "Thank you so much for calming me down. I love you."

And when Blaine says "I love you" back, Kurt's heart flutters. It's almost like it skips over a beat, turns around in his chest and sends bolts of lightning down to his toes. He could never get use to hearing this beautiful man say those three words to him. No matter if it is said over dinner, or over the phone, or barley a whisper over their Wednesday coffee date, it still means the world to Kurt that someone like Blaine is willing to love him. The most beautiful sound in the world has always been, and always will be Blaine saying "I love you".