Sunlight streamed through the clean windows of the Lima Bean, its warm fingers spreading out into the busy coffee shop. It brought with it the excitement of summer, which was fast approaching. Blaine could only focus on how they reached into Kurt's deep honey-colored locks, bringing out his lustrous golden highlights. They were standing in line in a rare silence, waiting to order coffee. While Kurt was checking his phone, Blaine drank in the sight of his boyfriend standing before him. Admittedly, it was nice hearing his voice over the phone every day when he had been away in New York, but nothing compared to seeing Kurt in the flesh, having him just a few inches away. Today, Blaine had a new-found obsession with his significant other. It felt like a hundred years had passed since he'd last seen Kurt, which was right before he'd left for the airport. During those few days—it was only a couple of days—Blaine could feel himself forgetting what Kurt looked like, what he felt like…while he knew Kurt was enjoying himself in the Big Apple, Blaine still felt a deep void metastasizing throughout his whole body.

With Kurt finally back beside him, Blaine could not help but feel the need to make up for lost time. He shamelessly stared at the boy, drinking in his presence. Why he didn't do this more often when they were together at Dalton, Blaine didn't know. He could not believe how long it took him to find Kurt, to realize that he was the one for him.

Kurt was the only one for him.

Something stirred within Blaine at that notion.

They moved up in line, Kurt staring around the shop. Blaine desperately wanted to hold his hand, but he knew that Kurt wouldn't like that, since he wasn't into public displays of affection. One of these days, Blaine smiled as he thought about his future with the man beside him. Having a future with Kurt…Blaine felt his stomach jump with…hope? Nerves? He wasn't quite sure. He glanced back at his boyfriend for probably the thousandth time that day.

Just the sight of him was intoxicating; Blaine's eyes began to glaze over a bit as he studied Kurt's profile. His eyes swept down from his hair, to his high forehead, to his ski-slope nose, finally landing on his slightly parted, rosy lips that stood out against his alabaster skin. He held his gaze there for a prolonged amount of time, yearning to feel their gossamer, sweet touch on his own mouth after such a long time without them. God, how he missed cupping that face in his hands, how he missed running his fingers through his soft hair, how he missed kissing Kurt until they were both dizzy from lack of oxygen.

It wasn't just touching Kurt that he missed so much (although that was a big factor). He craved to talk with Kurt face-to-face, not just have some rushed phone calls while he was occupied with New Directions and the competition. Even though Kurt and Blaine were in a relationship, they were still as best of friends as they had been when they were platonic. There was just much more intensified feelings and a lot of kissing.

They finally moved up in line and ordered their drinks. Kurt turned to Blaine and joked about how the coffee in New York just wasn't the same as in Ohio; they laughed. Kurt has such an adorable laugh, Blaine thought as they grinned at each other. Everything just seemed so much animated whenever Kurt smiled: the sun shone brighter, the trees filled with brilliant emerald foliage, the sounds of nature blared at a louder, more jubilant tone. Blaine's knees still wobbled slightly whenever Kurt beamed in his direction, as he was doing then and there while they picked up their orders. Blaine thought that at some point he'd get over it, but the feeling had only strengthened as time passed.

After finding a table for two in the middle of the shop, Kurt and Blaine sat themselves down, and Kurt promptly launched into the tales of his epic adventures in New York. Blaine thanked God that he was a good multi-tasker: he listened to Kurt attentively while he continued to study Kurt like a rare piece of exquisite art. That same stirring he felt while in line began to manifest in his core. He felt a tenacious grip clutching at his insides, turning them to molasses; and then reach up to his heart, satiating it with emotions that were vaguely familiar, emotions that he only felt when he was with Kurt.

"Wait, I-I don't get it, you don't…seem that upset at all," Blaine observed as Kurt explained Santana's big meltdown and the plane ride home. He leaned his chin on his propped-up arm, looking at Kurt with interest. They hadn't even placed at Nationals; Blaine would be devastated if that happened to him and the Warblers.

"Well, it was still amazing, I mean, I flew on a plane for the first time in my life, I had breakfast at Tiffany's, I sang on a Broadway stage…"

"I love you." Blaine slurred the words, just letting them spill out before he could really consider them. It was true; Blaine had felt this was towards Kurt for a long time, but in this moment the feeling only swelled to what seemed to be an impossible amount of absolute admiration. How Kurt could focus on the transcendent things in life despite a colossal setback was just one of the infinite things about the boy that Blaine absolutely loved. It wasn't just how stunning Kurt looked, or how the touch of his smooth skin felt against Blaine's: it was so much more than that. He remembered when he began to see Kurt in different light. He hated the phrase "falling in love": no, he was not falling not down into a deep, bottomless pit, as it sounded. Rather, he was soaring into the clouds, gliding through the multiple layers of the stratosphere towards the mass of stars and the unknown corners of the universe. This was all the way back when Kurt sang "Blackbird"—how had it taken him so long to utter those three words in consecutive order? He had loved Kurt for so long, he knew he had, but the words just happened to come out of his mouth right then and there in the coffee shop, where they used to come back even before Kurt transferred to Dalton.

The words came so naturally, as if he'd already said them a thousand times. Right as he said them, he knew that it was the right moment, the perfect time: there was no regret. There was no reason to make the profession of his love for Kurt a huge deal.

He watched Kurt, feeling his heart melt even more as he saw his shocked expression. Kurt had just taken a sip of his coffee: he lowered the drink from his lips, grasping the cup as he stared at Blaine. He gently sloshed the drink in his mouth, and then swallowed. It was like he was doing the same with the words, savoring them before he drank them down. Blaine stared back at the gorgeous boy in front of him, just waiting for the words he knew would come eventually.

"I love you, too." The hesitation was not one of uncertainty. It was disbelief; disbelief that anyone would ever say those words to him. Blaine found it adorable. The corners of Blaine's mouth perked up as he relished in Kurt's reaction. The smile was a lazy one; his whole being leaden with zeal. It was a perfect, perfect moment.

"You know, when you stop and think about it," Kurt began with a sly smile after he quickly recovered, "Kurt Hummel has had a pretty good year."

How true it was; Kurt always knew exactly what to say. Yes, there were many setbacks: Karfosky, leaving McKinley, losing Regionals with Dalton, prom, losing Nationals…yet with each setback came many more valuable occurrences. Blaine understood the underlying meaning of the sentence: it wasn't just the places he'd been to, or the small victories he'd celebrated. The goodness of the year came from meeting Blaine.

They quickly greeted Sam and Mercedes, who just happened to meet up in the parking lot of the Lima Bean and decided to get coffee together, and then went back to chatting with each other about Blaine's choices for his audition song to perform at Six Flags.

The moment passed so quickly, but Blaine could hardly suppress the giddy feeling thriving within from the milestone they had just passed. The best part about it was that absolutely nothing had changed. They just went on chatting with each other, but there was a subtle trace of even more sentiment and admiration in their expressions and conversation, if possible.

Blaine Anderson was in love with a man who loved him back, and life was absolutely perfect.

~FIN~

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! This is the first of a 7 part series, considering that I have to do one every day...I know this was really fluffy; it nearly made my sister throw up (she was proofreading).

This is also on my tumblr, championisjustatitle, and I also have another fanfiction "Until Next Time", which you should definitely check out!

Thanks for reading!