”I love you so much,” Kurt coos, his eyes half-opened and gazing down into pure deep brown love. ”You're the single most important part of my life, and I cannot imagine a day go by without you there.” He pauses and takes a deep breath.

”You help me get up in the morning and you help me get through afternoons when everything seems dark and dreary,” his voice sounds scratchy as he continues. ”You never disappoint me, you never fail when everything else does.”

”I don't know how I will ever be able to repay you,” he swallows a sniffle, ”because I just love you so so much.” A rustle brings him up from his intense moment.

”Kurt,” Blaine says, laughter hiding in his voice, ”are you declaring your love to your coffee?”

Kurt's gaze meets his. ”Yes, of course I am!” He snaps. ”It needs to know that I'm here for it,” he looks back at his cup, ”don't you babe?”

Blaine returns to his newspaper with a soft chuckle. He proceeds to read the article he was in the middle of, and hears Kurt sipping on his coffee. He likes their mornings like this. Slow, easy and safe. He takes a sip from his own coffee cup. Kurt is right, coffee is amazing.

”Well,” he hears Kurt say, not sure if it's to him or the coffee, so he lowers his newspaper. Kurt's eyes are set to the coffee cup in his hands. ”We all knew this eventually had to end. So long, old friend,” he says and empties the container. ”See you again in a few hours.”