A/N: This is my first fic so please no flames. Reviews and favorites would be nice though. I'm very new to this so this is not beta-ed. Is that a word? Anyway, I know this is very short and I will upload a second chapter.
Blaine woke up and it was quite dark. 2 in the morning, he approximated. The window in his and Kurt's bedroom was open wide to reveal the nearly-full moon casting shadows on the couple. The night time sounds of New York, the city that never sleeps, were somehow quieter at the moment, making the atmosphere almost peaceful. He and Kurt had fallen asleep only a couple of hours ago after- wow, he remembered, grinning- a pretty exhausting evening. The pair had fallen asleep in each other's arms; legs tangled together, noses touching.
During the night Blaine had ended up on the other side of the bed with an arm outstretched, hand resting on the windowsill. Finding this position awkward, as he was laying on his other arm, he rolled onto his other side to lean on one elbow and face his gorgeous fiancé, sound asleep. The moonlight illuminated his pale complexion, flattering his features. Not that they needed flattering. Blaine thought Kurt was the most beautiful person he's ever seen. Maybe he was a bit biased. He watched, with his own dark curls falling messily around his forehead, as his soulmate turned away from him in his sleep. Blaine frowned, displeased, but then his eyes traveled to where the sheet previously covering Kurt's bare back now rested. He was captivated by the muscles working there as Kurt once again moved in his sleep.
"Blaine…" Kurt moaned breathily. The short boy blushed and blinked in surprise, partly because he thought Kurt had woken up and caught him staring, but also because hearing his fiancé moan his name was pretty freaking hot. But Kurt's eyes were still closed and he had a frown on his face. Blaine finally got it. Kurt could tell Blaine wasn't near him even in his sleep. Blaine gently slid over on the bed so he was spooning him from behind and wrapped his arms around his sleeping lover. The eldest boy sighed, content in his slumber.
Blaine nestled his face into Kurt's neck. His head perfectly fit on his shoulder. How could he have gotten so lucky? He still could not believe Kurt had agreed to marry him and forgiven him. He was such an idiot for cheating. He loved Kurt so much and, so much more for forgiving him and choosing to love him, with all his faults. He didn't deserve someone as perfect as Kurt.
"I'm never losing you again," Blaine whispered, and placed a soft, feather light kiss at the side of his soulmate's jaw and drifted back to sleep.