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Sorry this is short, but I've had a performance tonight, and didn't want to keep you waiting! :D Hope you enjoy! PLEASE review! Thank you so much to everyone who has-please continue doing so!

PS: Just thought I'd say I don't own anything :D None of Glee, or any of the songs that have been sang :D

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"I still can't believe you did that for me,"

Hours later, Kurt had calmed down a little. He was more or less feeling okay now, apart from the still-painful headache. Blaine just counted his lucky stars he didn't know about the water-God knows how he would have reacted to that. About an hour after Kurt had finally stopped crying, and he'd cooled off enough, he'd began spouting advice on how Blaine should get rid of the bags beneath his eyes. The guitarist had been delighted-Kurt was nearly back to his old self.

Now, as the other guys slept, curled up around them on the floor like puppy dogs, Kurt and Blaine lay in each other's arms. Kurt was in front of Blaine, his arms around him.

"You don't have to keep gushingly thanking me, you know, baby? Cute as it is, I really didn't do that much," He sounded so modest-it was adorable.

"But you did," Kurt turned around to face his boyfriend.

"I really didn't. It was nothing," Blaine shrugged. "It's what any decent person-"

But his lips were stopped as Kurt kissed him. "I love you," He smiled straight at him, looking him right in those devastating golden eyes.

Blaine looked delighted. "That smile. I've missed it so much," He grinned. "And those simply adorable dimples, which you hate so much, but I love,"

"Meggghh," Kurt made a strange sound, by way of disagreeing. His mind still wasn't working properly, so he was not capable of making a strong argument.

"Well, I'm just so glad you're nearly back to your normal self…I was going to carry you straight home after this and sit by your bedside day and night until you were better…"

"Uh oh," Kurt made fake retching vomiting noises. "I don't think I'm well after all!" He caught Blaine's eye-and they laughed quietly.

"I think you've done enough Florence Nightingale-ing for one week," Kurt told his boyfriend, kissing him again. It seemed now he could, Kurt was making the most of it. But Blaine wasn't complaining.

"Frankly a good lamp would have been a blessing in here!" he laughed. His iPhone was on "red" battery now, the only light source. He had a feeling it wouldn't last much longer. "But I'm taking you right to the doctor when we get out," he added firmly.

Kurt opened his mouth to prostest-

"Just to be on the safe side," Blaine gently took his hand and stroked it. "Can't be too careful...you should have see you-I was so worried about you..."

Kurt was still to drained to argue. He guessed he'd have to put up with it-Blaine would drag him there whatever. He was so sweet and caring...

There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"You know what?" Kurt took his arm, nestling into his shoulder. "As much as we all want to get out of here…it'll be strange…"

"I know what you mean," Blaine agreed. "You were out of it most of the time, but there was a certain…companionship between us guys," He looked over the sleeping boys. "I hope it lasts…but you know what the best bit was?"

"What?" Kurt looked up.

Blaine smiled. "You didn't leave my arms for almost the whole time,"

A warm feeling filled the countertenor, like hot chocolate on a snowy day. He didn't want to spoil this moment with his current lack of vocabulary, but leaned up and kissed him, slowly, squarely on the lips. As always, Kurt grew silver wings and flew over the highest stars, his heart guiding him. Well, he thought of it now as theirs. For it was. Blaine had told him something, on the first night they'd spent together after West Side Story. As they lay, much like this, Blaine whispered to him, in that voice which melted Kurt's soul, that hearts are not alone. Somewhere in the world, there is always another, which beats exactly in sync with yours. All you have to do is find it. Gently, Blaine had then placed his hand on Kurt's chest, over his heart, his hand warm and soft on the skin. Kurt could recall every moment of that perfect night as if it were yesterday.

And, sure enough-Kurt's heart had beaten exactly with Blaine's.

"I love you," Kurt said again. It seemed it didn't matter how many times they said this-each was so special, a treasure.

"Ditto," Blaine smiled meaningfully-and Kurt immediately got it.

"Ghost!" he beamed. "Oh my Gaga, I love that film!"

"I know. You made me watch it," Blaine pretended to groan in agony-then grinned.

"Oh come on, you loved it. You were crying at the end," Kurt sing-songed, teasing him.

"Baby, you were crying at the beginning!"

"But it's so sad! When you know what's going to happen to Sam and Molly!"

Blaine laughed fondly, kissing him. "Oh, my love, my darling," he sang, rocking Kurt from side to side. "I've hungered for your touch…"

"Awwh!" Kurt giggled, blushing a little.

"And time goes by, so slowly, and time can do so much…" Blaine was singing straight to him now-and Kurt was half giggling, half absolutely melting. "Are you still mine?

I need your love…

I need your love…

God speed your love to me…"

"That's so lovely," Kurt kissed him again, taking his time. He buried a hand in Blaine's curls, thick and soft. "You should so cover that on guitar…and play it under my window," he giggled playfully.

"Your father would shoot me for serenading you with a song about sex," Blaine laughed.

Kurt paused thoughtfully. "You know, I've just thought…I haven't sang for you for ever!"

"Oh no, baby, you don't have to-"

"I want to," Kurt kissed him softly on the neck. "I daresay my throat will be wreaked and awful-but…" He brought the perfect song to mind. "This is to say…thank you. And I love you,"

Sitting up a little, he put an arm around Blaine, who snuggled into him, looking up at him with adoring eyes. Kurt took a moment just to remember this. He, and Blaine. Together, where they belonged…

And, he began, his high, beautiful voice soft and tender, directly to his boyfriend, his Blaine.

"It's been hot,

Also very sweet.

And I'm not usually indiscreet.

But when he sparkles,

The earth begins to sway.

What more can I say?

How can I express

How confused am I by our happiness?

I can't eat breakfast,

I cannot tie my shoe.

What more can I do?

If I said I love him,

You might think my words come cheap.

Let's just say

I'm glad he's mine awake,

Asleep.

It's been hot

Also it's been swell.

More than not,

It's been more than words can tell.

I halt.

I stammer.

I sing a rondelay.

What more can I say?

I'll stay calm.

Untie my tongue.

And try to stay

Both kind and young.

I was taught

Never brag or shout.

Still it's hot,

Just like how you read about.

And also funny,

And never too uncouth.

That's the simple truth…"

Kurt had to take a breath here-he was welling up. But, with delighted realisation-he realised Blaine was too. Smiling, he fell in love with him all over again.

"Can you tell

I have been revised?

It's so swell,

Damn it, even I'm surprised.

We laugh,

We take it day by day.

What more can I say…?"

As he finished, Blaine reached up and kissed him passionately, but tenderly. There was no more to say...

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In case you wanted to know, the songs were "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brother, and "What More Can I Say?" from Falsettos xD If you don't know the latter one, you should check it out-it's beautiful :D

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