Kurt and Blaine were snuggled up on the couch, watching old Friends reruns they had stumbled upon while channel surfing. Blaine's head leaning on Kurt's chest, listing to the soft thumping of his heart. Their hands were intertwined, and they were laying on each other, just breathing in the quiet, unspoken comfort and need of one another. The TV was on, but Blaine could only focus on the boy- the love of his life and most perfect thing he had ever laid eyes on.
Blaine looked up through his thick eyelashes and just stared in adoration at his boyfriend. His boyfriend. It had been almost a year (11 months and 12 days, but who's counting?), and it still hadn't seemed to sink in, and he was beginning to think it never would. Kurt was his. Kurt loved him. Him. Some days it seemed unfair that other couples could do things he and Kurt couldn't. Some things as simple as a peck on the cheek before separating to go to their perspective classes would be a death-wish in William McKinley, but right now, in the simplicity of the moment, none of it mattered, because this was it.
They didn't need loud and outrageous PDA's to know that they loved each other. Sure- They would still like to be able to kiss each other good morning, but whether they were going crazy with love and lust, or just stealing glances when they thought the other wasn't looking, it didn't seem to matter in the long run, because at the end of the day, Kurt loved Blaine, and Blaine loved Kurt.
As all these thoughts were running though Blaine's over-gelled head, he didn't even realize the boy in question was looking right at him. Kurt let out a small laugh, pulling Blaine back into reality (well, as close to it as he could get, because he always seemed to be in a trance when Kurt was close).
"What?" Kurt questioned.
"Nothing. Just thinking."
Kurt nuzzled deeper into the crook of Blaine's neck and kissed the warm blade of his shoulder, his eyelashes fluttering against the exposed skin on the back of Blaine's neck, causing the shorter boy to shutter.
"'About what?" Kurt further questioned
"You," Blaine responded simply.
"Me? What about me?" Blaine thought for a moment, and could only think of one word to describe this thoughts.
"Everything," He responded.
Seeing the confused yet humored look that spread across Kurt's face, the one that says 'I think my boyfriend has finally lost it', he ventured further.
"I mean, you, and me, and just…everything. You are the most perfect thing I've ever seen, Kurt and my god, you love me. I mean, you must really, really love me, because I'm so damn strange, and messed up, and I throw theses fits sometimes, like with Sam and Finn, and I act so dumb and erotic, and god you love romance, and I suck at it. I thought socks were an ok gift for Christmas, and you knew all that, and you still waited 5 months, Five months for me to stop messing around and freaking realize that it was you, and you were always here, and you know more about me than anybody, even myself, and for some crazy reason, you still love me, and I'm just so lucky that someone so perfect loves me," With every word Blaine said he seemed to be talking faster and faster, just needing to say everything he felt, but not sure how.
Kurt just stared for a moment, not so sure of what to say at the sudden outburst of emotion. Then he did the only thing he could think to do. He leaned up and kissed Blaine. It was slow and needy, and soft and just perfect. As they pulled away from each other Kurt just stared at Blaine.
"I can't believe you love me, Blaine. I am the lucky one. I want to say more but you just set the bar pretty high there, and I don't think words can express how much I love you. It actually hurts sometimes, Blaine, how much I need you, and god, I just love you."
And with that their lips met again, this time deeper and more desperate than the last. They exchanged breaths, giving each other the air they needed, and after a long moment, they broke apart. Kurt clasped their hands together and nuzzled deeper into Blaine.
"I love you."
"I love you too."