“I’m sorry that you’re sick.” Blaine leaned down and kissed him on his hair, “do you want anything?”

Kurt was still feverish, but he wasn’t coughing every single second now and his nose was cleared.

“I want some cereal.”

So Blaine brought him a bowl of dried Special K Red Berries. Even it was past 10PM.

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Blaine was definitely forgetting something, but his memory just wouldn’t kick in. There must be something he needed to buy.

As he was tapping his fingers absentmindedly on the kart, Kurt appeared next to him with another kart.

Oh right, pasta.

He gave him a peck on the corner of his lips and headed towards the cashier.

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On Saturday afternoons, they liked to turn on the radio, and dance along whatever music comes up.

Identical to what they’re currently doing, right now, on the wooden floor plank in the living room that Kurt decided after so many nights of deciding.

“Watching you, watching me; I go all out.” Blaine sang as he twirled Kurt around, straight back into his arms.

“Seriously, Blaine, seriously?” But laughed nonetheless.

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They were kissing, softly, intimately, but lightly, when this little girl took a picture of them with her toy camera.

“Mama, can I marry a pretty boy like them when I grow up?” 

Kurt straightened up immediately, while Blaine still lay on the grass, only propping up slightly with his elbows.

“I’m sure you won’t find someone as pretty as my darling, but sure, give it a go!”

The mother chuckled while the girl stared for two seconds, and nodded, “okay then.”

+

Blaine was holding Kurt from behind, as they both stood by their apartment window, witnessing the sun sinking into the land.

He turned around slightly, allowing Blaine to kiss the corner of his forehead.
And they both returned their gaze to the beautiful scene.

They were lucky enough to be able to share this with each other for the rest of their lives.