Blaine knew it, he just knew it; he knew Kurt was beautiful.

   Kurt was tall, taller than himself at least. Which, by what blaine can tell, isn't a hard task. Blaine knows that Kurt strides with long, strong legs. Legs that let him dance when they're alone in their room, listening to a quiet song on the radio and speaking only in whisper. 

   Kurt's voice was beautiful. Blaine could listen to it all day. Like a birds chirp on a beautiful, sunny morning. Or the sound of rain hitting glass on a road trip back home. Blaine feels safe when Kurt sings to him, when they're all by themselves in the safety of their house, speaking only in whisper. 

   Blaine knows, he just knows, that Kurt's hair is one of a god. He feels it in his hands when they kiss, how soft and thick it is to run his hands through. How he coifs it to perfection, and blaine knows it's beautiful. He likes the feeling, the softness, when they kiss hidden away in their own bedroom, speaking only in whisper. 
Blaine even knows how beautiful Kurt's face is. Endless hours of Blaine running his hands down his husbands face. Memorizing, imagining. The soft to the touch cheeks, the sharp cheekbone. A jaw line that could just about cut Blaine's heart in two. In which, it almost does. The more time he spends, the more he falls in love each time their locked behind a door of their house, speaking only in whisper. 

   Blaine is blind. But while he cannot visibly see the love of his life, he can feel, sense, he knows. He knows just how beautiful the man is, how strong and tall, how perfect. And when he and Kurt are alone, away from the others' worlds, he thanks Kurt for everything while they talk in only whisper.