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"Blaine."
Silence.
"Blaine."
Still, silence.
"Blaine!"
A groan sounded from Kurt's right. The lump underneath his outward-facing arm stirred. "Whassup?" drawled Blaine, his pitch lowered by drowsiness.
"It's dawn, Blaine!"
"Yes, it happens every day, far too early. So?"
Kurt sighed. If anybody could fault Blaine- and, to be fair, it was hard- he could be faulted on his lack of sentimentality, especially at 6 in the morning after a barbecue at Kurt's place with Finn, Rachel and some of Finn's extended family. Burt, impressed by Blaine's remarkable capacity for salvaging burnt sausages, had allowed Kurt to stay over, and while they both agreed that they wouldn't abuse Burt's trust by having sex, they had slept in the same bed (albeit not naked).
"Blaine. I've got an idea."
"Do you know how much that scares me?"
"Aww, come on, Blaine!"
"Fine. Let's hear it."
Blaine was now sitting up, his shoulder rubbing Kurt's as he fumbled for the glass of water on the bedside table.
"Let's go for a walk!"
Blaine blinked a few times and rubbed his forehead. "Mmm. Go on then. Where?"
Half an hour later, at the park
"Who knew you could get ice-cream at 6:30?" commented Blaine.
Kurt nodded in agreement, one hand twisting the cone up his tongue, the other hooked round Blaine's arm. They walked across the misty field, their shoes (black sneakers for Blaine, bright blue brogues for Kurt) soaked by the dew on the neatly mown grass. Kurt suddenly turned to Blaine. "I love you. You know that, right?"
Blaine chuckled. "How could I forget it?"
They embraced as pink carpet of dawn unrolled over the grey sky.