One moment. One memory. One life. One love.

It's a strange feeling, when your dreams become reality. When everything you've ever wanted in life is yours.

It was 7:04 on an overcast Tuesday morning when Kurt Hummel realised he had just this. He had it all.

A set of hazel eyes locked on his as he blinked awake to the sight of his husband with a smile just for him, always him. Kurt felt a smile of his own settle onto his face as lips found his in a sweet, tender kiss.

"Happy three year anniversary," Blaine murmured against his mouth before catching Kurt's lips again.

Marriage had always seemed like such a foreign idea to Kurt as a child, back when it wasn't even an option for him. But now that laws were changed and he was with Blaine, marriage actually felt quite right. He loved the feeling that wearing a ring to signify his commitment brought him, loved it even more because the band was beautiful too. It seemed like a lifetime ago when they'd picked the rings out but Kurt remembered it clearer than yesterday. Blaine had wanted simple, white-gold, with one word engraved on it – forever. At the time of describing it, Kurt had secretly thought it sounded tacky but the actual ring that now sat on his husband's left hand was exquisite. However Kurt liked his more. It was intricate, white-gold as well but with a magnificent pattern embossed along the band. But even if it were made of aluminium and horribly gaudy, Kurt would still wear the ring, because it was so much more than a piece of jewelry. It was a promise.

"Three years," Kurt breathed as he wrapped arms around Blaine and pulled him closer, "Do you still remember?"

Lacing their fingers together and resting his head to Kurt's chest, Blaine chuckled. "Of course. I doubt I'll ever forget anything about that day."

Their wedding had certainly been an event to remember; with Kurt planning it, there was no way it could've been anything but. Memories flooded both their minds as they lay together and reminisced.

The first thing Blaine thought of was Kurt, the way he'd looked as they said their vows, how they'd both teared up during the 'I do's, and the feeling of kissing Kurt for the first time as husbands. Nothing could possibly beat that memory.

Extravagant decorations and designer outfits were pushed to the side as Kurt remembered what it had felt like to see Blaine looking at him as if he were the meaning to life, the meaning to his life. He'd known in that moment that he would be with Blaine until the end of eternity. Some called him naïve for thinking this but it was the truth and he wouldn't have it any other way.

The two shared languid kisses for a few minutes as they whispered how lucky they were to have each other, exchanging I love you's every couple of seconds. Despite his age, Kurt felt like a teenager again with all the rush and excitement of hearing those three words over and over. He never wanted Blaine to stop telling him he loved him.

"So, care to celebrate our anniversary?" Blaine said in what he knew wasn't a seductive voice, however it was a tone that never failed to make Kurt smile. He leant down to kiss Kurt's neck, once, twice, three times, smiling when he heard Kurt's breath catch.

"Why, Mr Hummel-Anderson, I have no idea what you mean," Kurt teased as his heart sped up, like it always did when Blaine's mouth was in contact with his skin, "Celebrate how?"

Blaine grinned and brought their lips together again, this time all teeth and tongue and none of the tenderness that their earlier kisses had contained. His fingers grasped Kurt's hips and held them in place as he kissed deeper, showing Kurt exactly what his definition of celebrate was.

"I have work," Kurt reminded in between kisses, wishing he could leave the real world behind and stay in bed all day. This was what pure bliss was, Kurt decided, and he never wanted it to end.

"Take the day off," Blaine suggested, now kissing a trail down the soft skin of Kurt's stomach. They'd done this a million times over but Blaine still marveled at the perfection that was his husband. He would never understand how he'd got lucky enough to have Kurt in his life and exactly what he'd done to deserve him but he knew he wouldn't ever take even a moment for granted.

"You know I can't," Kurt replied sadly and Blaine paused as he sat up, a pout on his face.

"Tonight then?" he asked, frustrated that their morning would be cut short, but not at all blaming Kurt. He didn't hate the career Kurt had chosen, in fact he was proud of his husband for achieving everything he had, however Blaine did dislike the hours that it took Kurt away from him.

"I didn't say stop," Kurt said with a grin, bringing his mouth to Blaine's briefly and savouring the taste.

"But work?"

Shrugging, Kurt entwined his fingers in Blaine's curls and tugged him closer until he ghosted over Blaine's lips. "So I'm a little late. I think it's worth it."

Blaine didn't complain as Kurt kissed him, hard, reminding him of all the reasons he loved him.

When Kurt finally made to detangle himself from Blaine, it was a little after 9. Blaine protested and cuddled Kurt closer, nuzzling his hair and whining lightly. Kurt laughed and placed a kiss to Blaine's forehead before standing up and getting ready for work.

This was one thing Kurt loved about his job, most of the time he was his own boss. It was something that definitely came in handy when Kurt longed for an extra sleep-in or snuggle with Blaine in the morning. But that was the very tip of the iceberg when it came to Kurt's love for his career.

Fashion design was something he'd always been interested in and although it took him many years to stray from the musical theatre pipe dream, here he was now with his own fashion label, doing what he loved. He still sang, in fact Blaine encouraged him to do so more often as Kurt's voice made him happy, but it wasn't what he wanted to do with his life anymore. Blaine, on the other hand, was still trying to make it in the musical theatre business with a day job at a coffee shop on the side. He'd gotten a few minor parts, loving the thrill of performing, but was still waiting for his big break.

Sometimes they struggled when it came to money. Living in New York was hardly cheap, especially when they owned an apartment as big as theirs. But Blaine had his inheritance locked away for those times and they did fine; more than fine.

Kurt wondered if it was unwise for him to be thinking about how he had everything he could possibly want. Wasn't there some rule that as soon as you reached this, the rug would be swept out from under you and everything would change? As he drove to work, Kurt shrugged away this thought and turned his iPod up louder, unconsciously singing along when Teenage Dream came on.

It was their song. Kurt had protested for so long when Blaine first insisted the song to be theirs. He hadn't been impressed with the choice as it was sung by Katy Perry, an artist Kurt despised. However he couldn't deny the fact that when they met on a sunny Monday afternoon in a class at NYADA, the song had been playing in the background, and again when Blaine drove him home from their first date.

It was hardly musical genius but it was theirs and for that reason, Kurt tended to listen to the song just about daily.

My heart stops, when you look at me.

Just one touch, now baby I believe,

This is real, so take a chance

And don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

Kurt smiled as he sang, loving the feeling of expressing his feelings through music.

Distracted by the lyrics, Kurt didn't notice the car now hurtling towards him that had run a red light. The impact was sudden. The car swung violently to the left and Kurt felt himself be thrown forward with only the seatbelt to stop him from smashing into the windscreen. His head hit something, instantly beginning to throb as panic surged through him.

He had a split second to thank his father for drilling into him the importance of seatbelts and then everything went black.

Almost immediately after Kurt had left for work, Blaine missed him. It was their anniversary and he wanted to spend the entire day with Kurt in his arms, placing feather light kisses across his body and appreciating that he was with who he loved.

They'd agreed on no presents, like last year, but they both knew this wouldn't be the case. As soon as Blaine entered the kitchen he saw it. There on the bench lay a single rose and an envelope with Blaine written on the front in Kurt's neat script. He'd drawn a tiny heart next to Blaine's name that made the man smile as his fingers traced over it. He opened the envelope to find a cheesy card with a Dr Seuss quote printed on the front.

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Blaine grinned as he opened the card and read on.

Blaine,

Happy Anniversary, love. These past three years have contained more joy than I ever could've imagined possible and I have you to thank for this. You're amazing, Blaine. You're amazing and you're mine and I look forward to many more years with you, a thousand more anniversaries to celebrate.

I love you more than anything.

Love always,
Kurt.

A genuine smile flew across Blaine's face when he finished reading, a few tears almost welling in his eyes. He was so gosh darn lucky. He really couldn't ask for anything more than he already had. He had Kurt and that was everything.

Blaine felt his phone vibrate and the smile still on his face disappeared as soon as he answered.

"Mr Hummel-Anderson?" an unfamiliar, warm yet serious voice rang through. "My name's Gloria, I'm calling from Mount Sinai Hospital. Is there any way you could get over here soon?"

It took Blaine what felt like hours to process those words but when he did, after what in reality was only a few second's pause, he said he'd be there as soon as possible and with his heart in his throat, rushed to the hospital.

Only one word ran through his mind the entire drive there.

Kurt.

AN: So I already have the next part of this written but I'd like to see if anyone actually wants me to continue this before I update. Drop me a review and let me know :) X