The sun, telling me the night is done
But I refuse to let it stop our fun
Close your eyes, we'll make it dark again
We'll kiss, there's a thought so how 'bout this
Let's pretend that both our lips are made of candy
After all, we need sweets every now and then
"Don't You" - Darren Criss
Kurt can get used to this, he thinks; The warmth of Blaine's hand enclosed ever so tightly in his, occasionally reaching out a thumb to stroke his knuckles.
He can get used to the loving glances and sweet, hushed messages the other boy often whispers to him. Kurt will certainly never get tired of Blaine calling him "baby", or even "beautiful" on special occasions. Sometimes, Kurt will offer a "darling" in return, although that usually causes Blaine to attack his mouth with kisses, completely ridding him of the ability to formulate coherent thoughts, nevermind sentences.
Oh right, the kissing. Kurt can definitely get used to that, too. The days when he didn't understand the appeal of sex seem like such a distant memory to him now. His introduction to Blaine's sweet yet strong, firm lips managed to awaken a completely new side of him. Said new side not only understands sex, finally, but wants it. He wants it so very badly, and his kisses with Blaine are filled with such hunger and need that the other boy was caught completely off guard, at first. He wants to be closer - he wants to be infinitely close, meshing their two bodies into one.
He loves to introduce Blaine to his friends. He will never get tired of saying "This is my boyfriend, Blaine". He takes any excuse to mention him in passing, just so he can casually say "Oh yes, my boyfriend did the most adorable thing yesterday", or something of the sort. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. My boyfriend, Blaine. He could go on all day.
Kurt's favorite part, above all, is having Blaine's strong, firm body draped safely over his, exchanging wet, lazy kisses with Moulin Rouge playing as background noise. He'll slip in a comment about the film between kisses and Blaine will laugh, nuzzling his face into Kurt's neck and making some witty remark about Nicole Kidman's clothes. They go on for hours, soaking in each other's warmth and praying that this moment will never have to end.
The perks of having a boyfriend are different for Blaine, however. As much as he enjoys kissing, and holding hands, sending each other cute texts throughout the day, his favorite part of it all is simply getting to stare at his boyfriend. Kurt is just perfect, in his eyes. Sometimes, during their Moulin-Rouge-and-cuddling sessions, he likes to pull back and look at Kurt, examining every detail of his face. He loves how he can't tell if Kurt's eyes are blue, or green, or gray, and how his face turns completely rosy from their time together. He loves his perky little nose, silky skin that's smooth to the touch, and how his lips, red and swollen from kissing, are curving upward into a cheeky smirk.
"What?" he asks, fondling Blaine's already loose tie.
Blaine laughs, blushing ferociously and lacing his fingers in between Kurt's. "Nothing, no. I just like looking at you."
Kurt smiles, glancing down at his lap shyly.
"You're beautiful, Kurt," Blaine continues. "I can't even help it."
"I love you," the other boy interjects, looking back up at his boyfriend. "I think I have since I first laid eyes on you."
Blaine laughs, running his thumb across Kurt's palm. "Me too. It just took me way too long to realize."
Kurt frowns, raising an eyebrow. "Are… are you saying you love me back?"
Blaine smiles, leaning in to kiss him again without saying another word.
Yes, they can definitely get used to this.