A/N This is my very first FanFiction! *squee* Please don't kill me if this is bad. It'll be short and sweet (hopefully!). Enjoy! c:
- Warnings: Small mention of "Bash" events.
His hands traced absentminded patterns on his lover's tan, bare chest, while he admired the peacefulness on Blaine's face. He wished on all of his lucky stars that Blaine wouldn't wake up while he was doing this. It would be far too awkward if he wakes up. He can't wake up with me touching his chest. Gently, he pressed a kiss to the side of the half-Filipino boy's nose, unable to bite back his wide smile. "I love you," he whispered, although he knew Blaine couldn't hear him.
"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I know that you don't realize that, because you're never satisfied." He laughed a little. "You're never satisfied because you always strive to do your best. I admire you for that." Kurt twirled one of Blaine's dark curls around his finger.
"When I was little, I never ever thought that I'd meet someone like you. I was always different, you know? Always treated like a stranger, even though I was a technical 'friend'. You've given me so many new perspectives on life." His baby blue eyes traveled from his hair to his arms. "These have protected me so many times. From that slushie that Sebastian threw to hugging me after I was beaten up in that alleyway. That changed from one of the worst nights of my life to one that I felt the most safe in. You're truly an angel-and angel that I cannot repay. I'll give you anything, I'll do anything to see you smile… to hear your wonderful, adorable laugh. To kiss your tender, soft lips."
He silenced himself when Blaine stirred in his sleep. Please don't wake up. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when no other signs of being awake came from Blaine. He continued his quiet, honest speech.
"I can't wait to marry you. I really can't. The honeymoon is going to be absolutely amazing. We could go to Italy, or London, or…" he trailed off, sighing happily. "We'll have so much fun. And we'll be together, and have time just to ourselves."
"I guess I don't realize how much of a wonderful life this is. With you, and with all of my friends, with my dad… and now we're living together in New York! Isn't it just grand?" He giggled, pressing the side of his face into Blaine's chest.
"We're going to grow old together, Blaine. And you'll be my favorite gray-haired superstar."
Blaine smiled, picturing the beauty of their life from now on.
Truly, no matter how old they'd be, he'd still be living a teenage dream.
Fin.