The Morning After
Blaine opened his eyes, and deep blue swirling galaxies were moving in front of him.
His heart was light and fluttering, stomach warm, fuzzy and churning. It took him a moment to realize why he was feeling that way.
With a small flip of his stomach, the events from last night came flooding back to him. It was the best night of his life. It was full of passion, tenderness, and pure teenage love. Blaine stared into those blue galaxies; the eyes of the boy he loved.
His hand reached up on instinct, stroking over the soft pink cheek. Kurt's eyes fluttered closed, his long, dark eyelashes brushing gently against his cheeks, and he hummed softly.
"Good morning," Kurt breathed out. Blaine smiled as the familiar voice drifted over his ears, silky and gentle.
"Morning love," Blaine responded just as quietly. Kurt gazed into the sparkling maple pools.
Kurt knew he had to get up to go home soon, but he didn't want to. He was warm, happy and safe. Being in Blaine's arms gave him a feeling of such comfort, like his own personal blanket of security. Kurt smiled in contentment, admiring the way that Blaine's charcoal curls stuck oddly at angles, in a cute sort of frizzy disarray.
There was a nasty voice tugging at the back of Kurt's head, telling him he needed to go home, but he ignored the voice, blocking it out completely.
He snuggled down into the blankets, nuzzling against Blaine's warm chest, and Blaine wrapped his arms tighter around Kurt's torso.
Blaine pulled Kurt closer to him, and rested his cheek against the chocolate brown hair, inhaling Kurt's intoxicating scent. Blaine held Kurt as close as physically possible, as if he thought that if he let go, Kurt would somehow disappear completely out of his grasp.
Blaine sighed quietly in contentment. Last night was the best night of his life, and he was sure that he would remember it forever.
He could die right now, Blaine though, stroking Kurt's hair, and he would just be… happy.
Blaine felt Kurt's chest rise and fall more slowly, sinking into a slow rhythm as he drifted off to sleep.
As Blaine watched Kurt go to sleep, he realized something; this was it. This is what true love feels like. This was real. Kurt was the one for him; his perfect match; the one to fill the gaps between his fingers with his own. Kurt was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
"I'll love you forever," Blaine whispered over Kurt, kissing the top of his head lightly, and then settled down into the covers to fall asleep, intertwined with his perfect half.