They hold each other close; steady breaths and clasped hands are all that Kurt and Blaine notice in the dimly lit auditorium. The low murmurs and shuffling feet of students don't distract them because their eyes are on each other. Blue eyes on hazel eyes, their bodies sway to the music as the smooth melody surrounds them.

Blaine tucks his head into the curve between Kurt's neck and his left shoulder and inhales. The smell is warm and familiar, a mixture of baby powder, Kurt's cologne, and just Kurt. There's something indescribable about the way Kurt smells and Blaine loves that. He loves that there are things about Kurt that he can't explain because he doesn't have to; things that just are and exist to make the perfect human being in front of him.

Blaine can feel as Kurt's face break out into a smile and his heartbeat stutters. Blaine lightly places a few kisses along the side of Kurt's neck, stopping just below Kurt's jaw line to nip the skin there. During their impromptu makeout sessions at the Hudson-Hummel residence, Kurt has gotten good at being quiet as to not give them away when other people were home, but right now he can't help but let out a low breathy moan as Blaine expertly licked a pattern along Kurt's jaw.

"Blaine," Kurt warns. Blaine lifts his head to look into Kurt's eyes, his own twinkling mischievously.

With a grin, he asks: "Yes?"

Kurt's eyes sweep around the room. "We're surrounded by McKinley students," Kurt says nervously. He would love to make out with Blaine on the middle of the dancefloor, not caring at all about who saw, but he knows he can't. Theycan't. Anger bubbles in his chest as his eyes fall on a couple that are practically having sex like ten feet away from them. But Blaine's soft voice takes his eyes from the couple. "What was that?" Kurt asks, having not heard a word Blaine just said.

"I said this is nice. Us, like this, here," Blaine says. Kurt nods and grips Blaine tighter. Blaine rests his had sideways on Kurt's shoulder, his eyelashes fluttering over Kurt's cheek as he slowly closes his eyes and takes in Kurt's smell again. He wants his nostrils to be filled with this scent as much as possible because soon Kurt will be too far to hold like this.

Blaine feels a pang in his chest. Oh. He doesn't want to think about it that right now; not here. He and Kurt have talked about what will happen when Kurt leaves for New York. There were tears and soft kisses and comforting hugs and every time they'll smile at each other and promise that the love they have is forever. No amount of miles could break them up.

"Think of the good times," Kurt had told him one night. "And I'll do it too. Whenever I miss you and can't call you or chat with you via webcam, I'll just remember all the good times we had and all the good times we'll have when you join me." Think of the good times, Blaine tells himself as Kurt gently strokes his back as the music changes. Think of the good times.

So he does. With a small smile, he thinks about the time Kurt snuck into Dalton Academy pretending to be a new student.

Blaine was rushing (well, he had told Wes he was rushing, but he was really strolling) to the senior commons for one of the Warbler's "impromptu" performances. The performances were anything but. They always heavily rehearsed them for weeks, getting the harmonies together and perfecting their dance moves. After each rehearsal, they would stagger back to their dorms looking haggard and people knew another performance was coming up. As Blaine walked down the stairs, he heard the most beautiful high-pitched voice.

"Excuse me."

Blaine stopped and turned to see the loveliest eyes he had ever seen in his life. It was like he was staring into space and his jaw dropped at the sight. Blaine quickly composed himself when he noticed the boy had opened his mouth to speak.

"Um, hi. Can I ask you a question? I'm-I'm new here," Kurt said. Within seconds, Blaine knew he was lying. Any student of Dalton's, no matter what their fashion sense was, knew there were no substitutes for the standard uniform allowed. It was one of Dalton's strictest rules, yet Kurt had sauntered into the building in dark green plaid pants, red tie, and black collared jacket.

Blaine decided to humor him. "My name's Blaine," he had said, sticking his hand out to Kurt. Kurt's eyes widened slightly as they flicked to Blaine's outstretched hand. He looked surprised, like someone offering to shake his hand was something that never happened.

But Kurt took his hand and shook it firmly. "Kurt."

And that was it. That was the moment that changed his life forever. Blaine didn't know why, but he wanted that boy around. He wanted to talk to him and hold his hand and sing to him. Kurt had later shown his vulnerability and taught Blaine what the word courage really meant, but it was the moment that the boy with the beautiful blue-green eyes stopped him on the staircase, shook his hand, and said his name that changed everything.

Now that very boy is the warm body against him, breathing softly on his neck. Kurt hums along to the music.

Think of the good times.

Blaine thinks about the first time he noticed Kurt's eyes crinkled at the sides whenever he smiled. It was after they had sung Baby, It's Cold Outside together. It wasn't their first duet together, but it was the most special. It was the first time Blaine felt that bubbling feeling that washed over him when he looked at Kurt. It confused him, but he knew he liked it. He tried to play off the tension that hung in the air between them after they had finished the song by paying Kurt a compliment before leaving the room. The smile Kurt gave him after that was embedded in Blaine's mind for the rest of the night.

Think of the good times.

The first time they kissed. The nervousness Blaine felt the moment before he surged forward and went for it, planting a kiss on Kurt's lips. Kurt's slight blush and sheepish grin afterwards.

Think of the good times.

Holding each other's hands for the first time. The shivers that ran up Blaine's spine when he gazed down and admired the way their hands fit together perfectly.

Think of the good times.

Quick whispered conversations between classes that left them blushing and laughing. Meaningful glances and small smirks and winks as they passed each other in the halls.

So many moments flash through Blaine's mind. Including this; the two of them pressed together with Kurt's hand rubbing his neck. The tingles Blaine feels as Kurt's fingers ghost over his skin. Blaine opens his eyes, and even though his head on Kurt's shoulder, he can clearly see Kurt's shine with tears. Blaine lifts his head, knits his eyebrows, searching Kurt's eyes.

"Kurt, what's wrong?" Blaine asks. Kurt inhales deeply, rides his tongue across his bottom lip and bites down, blinking back his tears.

"I-I'm just so happy," Kurt says. Blaine grins and kisses him gently on the nose.

"I'm happy, too," Blaine tells him. Kurt grins at him and Blaine is so overwhelmed by how adorably his nose scrunches up and the sides of his eyes crinkle, that before he knows it, he's softly pressing his lips against Kurt's. It's a simple gesture, something they've done so many times, but right then it's some much more. There's so much meaning in that one little action.

I love you.

I'll miss you.

I'm scared.

Kurt lightly squeezes Blaine's hand and kisses back, and there's meaning there too.

I love you, too.

I'll miss you so much.

Don't be. We'll be fine.

Blaine's eyes flutter closed as he allows himself to melt into the kiss. He can vaguely hear the voices of people around him, but he doesn't care. Right now, right here, it's just about them.

Just them.