Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
A/N: This one-shot, I mean picture - as my good friend pionaskateboard would probably call it - kept calling my name until I caved in for a brief moment and just allowed the words to flow onto the page. Hope you love the Klaine sweetness as much as I enjoyed writing it for you.
Possibly
It is cold outside. The flowers are frosted over with crystals of water, bathed in sunshine as the first light illuminates the winter sky in the late hours of the coldest morning this year, yet.
Under the covers it is warm, in each other's arms it is warmer still. It is so easy to feel alive lying relaxed, together.
'Waking up alone never feels this right,' Blaine thinks his first waking thought as he turns in Kurt's arms to face the man he loves.
There is a deadness that always creeps into his bones in the lonely hours.
There is a lightness to the beating of his heart that never seems to leave him whenever they are '… whenever we stay together.'
As soon as Blaine feels Kurt beginning to steer he presses his eyes back shut, buries himself deep in Kurt's embrace, rests his left ear over Kurt's heart and listens as the sound, the rhythm, quickens for a minute or two, with breaths conscious, before he feels Kurt tightening his hold and burying his face in Blaine's curls.
Blaine waits for a moment more to allow Kurt to fully settle back into the calm, listens for the heart beating, for him, to settle again in the knowledge of each other's presence so close.
When Blaine presses a smile into Kurt's skin they both let out a breathy laugh, then move even closer whole bodies intertwining.
There is nowhere else to possibly be.
