The music is soft, a low melody in the quiet room as the boys lay wrapped in each other on the bedspread.
Blaine is humming; always humming, or clicking or tapping or wriggling. Kurt smiles, content, against the vibrations up his chest.
"I think The Warbler's version was better," he murmurs softly, and Kurt hides a snort in the crook of his boyfriend's neck.
"You always think The Warbler's version is better."
"True," Blaine grins.
"I agree though," Kurt adds softly.
"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream..."
"This should be our theme song."
"Theme song?
"When we have our own show on Bravo. This will be the opening title."
"Blackbird will be the credits," Blaine mumbles.
Kurt makes a face.
"Too sad."
"But that's my song for you."
Kurt shuffles impossibly closer and grips Blaine's shirt in a fist, ignoring the crinkles. Blaine doesn't mind. Has never minded Kurt's hands or tears or giggles against his shoulder.
"Do you ever think about what would happen if I hadn't sung this?"
"If I hadn't stopped you on the stairs?"
"If you hadn't gone to Dalton at all?"
Blaine pauses, breath heavy. "I like to think we would have met anyway."
Kurt nestles his leg closer. "Yeah?" he breathes.
"Of course."
"What if we were different people?"
Blaine holds him tight; presses a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"We'd know each other anywhere."