"Grandpa K, what's in this box?" the middle girl Brittany asked, gesturing towards a storage tub full of developed prints.
Smiling, Kurt walked over to his granddaughter, and was met at the box with Blaine in his grey haired glory and Rachel and Kate.
Pulling the top one out of the box to look at what was on the photo paper, Blaine and Kurt both smiled at the same time.
It was their picture. The favourite picture there was of them, even more than their wedding photos. This was Kurt and Blaine and this was love .This was raw and innocent. But they couldn't explain that to the children, not just yet.
The two men sat side by side on a smooth boulder by the river they had come to know and love, a tree had fallen nearby, just enough to provide them with the shade they needed for Kurt to avoid burning his pale skin. They lay side by side, touching hip bones and interlaced hands, shoes discarded and their feet dipped in the cool river stream water. Through the closed eyes, the sun warmed their faces, as Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand, a reminder that yes he was real, and yes they were still here for the millionth time and yes this was his favourite part of the week or month because it was just him and Kurt in the place they'd fallen in love. Daring to prove him wrong, Kurt cocked an eye open. Through the green canopy of the overhead trees, Kurt could hear the birds chirping and the water rushing, and the wind making friends with the leaves and the butterflies dancing in their suspended thrills. A pretty blue butterfly darted in front of his face, his eyes ablaze with the wonderment of having such a gentle and marvellous creature so close to him. "Blue," Blaine muttered. Looking to his boyfriend, Kurt saw that he too now had open eyes, but Blaine's were trained on the fluttering butterfly.
"It's the same colour as your eyes are today baby." He whispered, as if not wanting to disturb the batting of the wings or the cautious breaths they both now took. But the butterfly did not stay for long.
Up and away it went, to make friends with another couple on a perfect boulder on a beautiful spring day.
"Your eyes do look particularly beautiful today Kurt." Blaine's compliment came with that crooked smile and meshed eyebrows from the glare of the sun, after three years together Kurt could tell when he meant something like that. Picking up his hand from the side of the boulder he touched the furrowed point of skin in between those two triangle shaped forms of little hair above those beautiful chocolate eyes. Upon their meeting eyes, they both sighed. Trails of thought always managed to quickly disappear as soon as they locked glances. And that was okay with them. Because today was their day. They had looked at each other this way for three years, they had memorized each other.
As if alluding to this, Blaine too picked up the hand not holding his boyfriends and began to trace his face. Starting by passing his fingers softly over his rosy cheeks, so warm from the impact of the sun. And the bridge of his nose that he had kissed so many times. He followed his jaw line, and felt the stubble of a days growth beginning to grow. Blaine laughed, he loved that stubble. His fingers trailed over the now closed eyes of his boyfriend, long, thick eyelashes tickling his fingertips. And finally he let his forefinger rest on those perfect pink shapes under his lovely nose. He felt a warm breath and the sigh escaping before he could kiss it to meet his own. And here they were again. No longer Kurt. No longer Blaine. But Kurt and Blaine. The two of them moving their mouths against each-others as they had practiced so many times. Neither wanting to let the other go. But perhaps because of the number of times their lips had had to part over the time they were together, some pull made them break apart at the same time. The dazzle in the other's eyes. That deep look that came with love that no one could have possibly known before.
"Happy three years baby." Kurt whispered in his boyfriend's ear as he proceeded to kiss it, kiss his cheek, his left eye, his nose, his chin, until finally he found his spot again on his lips. And from the bushes behind the trees, a camera snapped, both of them too blissfully unaware to notice it.