"You look like an angel." Blaine whispered to the sleeping beauty that leaned against him. "How did I ever became this lucky." His hand stroke down Kurt's, gently touching his fingers, his eyes still locked on the flawless face. With every motion of Kurt's chest, Blaine hold his breath. He didn't wanted to wake him. He just sat there, taking in every second Kurt was with him. Thinking over the past afternoon. Felt the warmth of Kurt's lips again. Felt his hands. He felt the urge to kiss him right now building in his chest. Very softly, he let his lips brush over Kurt's cheek. The touch was just enough to make Kurt mumble a little in his sleep. A small smile crossed his face. Yeah, he was lucky. He laid his head on the back of the couch, trying not to fall asleep. Still staring at Kurt. His Kurt. His boyfriend. But eventually sleep still crept over him.