When Kurt had woke it was the late hours of the night. He checked his phone, 11:36 pm, okay shit he must have been more tired then he was letting himself believe.

His heart melted when he felt Blaine's warm body still wound around his tight under the covers. It turned into puddle of gooey love when he saw the golden eyes staring at him softly a hint of a affectionate smile spread across him face. Kurt grinned sleepily back and kissed Blaine's nose.

"Hey there you." he whispered.

"Hey beautiful." he returned his voice cracking a bit. Kurt smiled and shifted down until they were face to face and chest to chest.

"Can't sleep?"

Blaine bit his lip and looked down embarrassed like a lost puppy. Kurt cupped his face and kissed him ardently.

"It's okay baby..."

"I had a nightmare." Blaine whispered eerily calm. "About the fire." Kurt shook himself out of his shock quickly and pulled Blaine nearer holding him tightly hand rubbing soothing circles in his back. Blaine however was not crying for once. In fact he felt quiet numb.

"I could hear them screaming, Kurt." he murmured against his boyfriends cheek. "And even though it tortured me. And god it did. I couldn't help but thanking god it wasn't you." Blaine looked up at Kurt guiltily. "Does that make me evil? Does it make me selfish or..."

"No Blaine no..." Kurt whispered. "It makes you human and compassionate and devoted."

Blaine's eyes flickered painfully for a moment. "I'd do anything for you Kurt you know that right?" Kurt's heart did that back flip thing.

"Of course I do honey... where's all this coming from..."

"I just..." Blaine looked like he was struggling with himself. Kurt stroked his cheek with his thumb. "I- Kurt I love you..."

"I love you too." God it was like a reflex to Kurt. The need to let Blaine know that. Blaine smiled shakily.

"I know. But I- I want you to know that...that if you-ever change you mind about that... I just need you to know it's okay, I mean you don't have to feel obligated to be with me just because I'm ill or because I'm sad it's, it's okay I can just- go back to Dalton or go back to..."

Kurt silenced his boyfriends long rant with a hard passionate kiss. Blaine whimpered into it and tangled his fingers in Kurt's hair. Kurt returned the whimpers broke away only an inch so their lips were barley brushing.

"You can't leave Blaine! God don't ever leave me..." Blaine gasped and brought Kurt lips back to his sliding his tongue slowly over the Kurt's lips and begging entrance. Kurt relented easily and their breath and tongues mingled into one. It was all teeth and tongue and it was so fiery that both boys could feel themselves getting more aroused with every second that passed.

Blaine whined when he felt Kurt's erection brush his legs. "Baby. God please I need to..."

"What." Kurt panted. "God anything Blaine what."
Blaine flipped them throwing off the blanket in the process and straddled his man's hips. He ground down once hard and slow. Kurt moaned his eyelashes fluttering."Arms up." Blaine whispered. Kurt complied and Blaine ran his hands under Kurt's t-shirt gently up the soft skin of his hips and sides, bring the garment up and over his arms. The hazel eyes roamed over the pale skin and softened extraordinarily.

"I don't think I'll never get over how beautiful you are." Blaine smiled and looked back up at Kurt. Kurt's eyes glimmered in the light the moonlight seeping in through the gap in the curtains making his skin seem almost ghostly white.

"And it's all yours." Kurt whispered. Blaine looked pained again.
"I don't deserve you." he mumbled.

"No. Don't do that. I thought I proved last night how perfect you are. I though you felt amazing..." Kurt worried his lip between his teeth and stared at Blaine directly into his eyes which melted.

"I felt perfect Kurt." he whispered.

"Then stop saying that you don't deserve me."

Something flickered behind the older man's eyes. Something that scared Kurt. Like he wouldn't be here forever, like he was trying to memorise Kurt in case he couldn't have him any more. But before Kurt could react Blaine had kissed him. He kissed him so hard and so passionately that Kurt could hardly breath, their bodies crushed together, arms and legs wound round each other so tightly that for now, it was impossible for anyone or thing to get in between.

They undressed each other smoothly and lovingly kissed every inch of the others skin. They touched each other gently eliciting breathy high pitched moans and desperate whimpers and when they made love it was slow and sensual. They kept their eyes locked through the blur of happy exhilarated tears and made love with each other until they were both writhing and calling out each others names with a stream of nonsense and 'I love yous'.

And when they had finished they cleaned each other with care and moulded their bodies into one, the peace and silence of the room speaking volumes more than any words ever would.

It said 'Perfect.'

The next morning was Saturday and Kurt woke up to the smell of fresh cooking and empty arms. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and followed the smell zombie-like to kitchen where he found what was missing from his arm space.

Blaine hadn't noticed Kurt's entrance and was instead focused on scrambling the eggs in the pan his gorgeous profile highlighted in the early morning light. And something hit Kurt. He wanted this. Blaine forever. He wanted to wake up in the morning and find that he's there. If not in his arms or vis versa then to know he's always near. In short, Kurt wanted his life to be with Blaine and Blaine only. And it hit him like a train.

All of a sudden without warning he hurled himself at the smaller man and pulled his back against his front by the waist, kissing him all over his neck and jaw. Blaine jumped in shock at first before breathing a chuckle into the air.

"Baby, I'll burn breakfast." he whispered turning his neck to the side to give Kurt more access.

"I love you." Kurt murmured into his skin.

Kurt felt the sharp intake of breath through Blaine's neck.

"I love you too Kurt..."

The crystal eyes met the hazel and he saw it again that look. The one that scared his.

"Blaine..."

"Oh man I'm STARVING!"

Yeah, trust Finn to barge in at this of all moments. Kurt huffed.

"When the hell are you NOT starving." Finn pursed his lips in concentration.

"Good point."

"It's nearly ready Finn." Blaine rasped. "Just sit down."

"Oh my god pancakes eggs and bacon!"

"And a low fat version for Burt too." Blaine gave a small smile. Kurt's eyes expanded a bit as their eyes tangled again. God he was perfect.

"Man you better keep this one." Finn enthused bouncing over to the table.

"I intend to..." Kurt whispered. Blaine beamed softly again and then turned back to the breakfast as Burt and Carole entered the room.

So they couldn't see the pain in his eyes.

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Finn was out later on in the day to go and play video games with Puck. And Carole out shopping. But took up residence in the garage to do some last minute work on a car. Leaving Kurt and Blaine at home to watch movies from Kurt's wide collection.

A trace of childlike joy was hidden behind the dark shadowy circles around Blaine's eyes.

"Bambi?" he whispered.

Kurt stared at the tape his heart pulling him in every which way. His insides aching.

"I love that film."

Kurt's big sapphire eyes found Blaine's and he saw it staring back again. His everything. His life. His heart. His Blaine.

"I love it too." the pale hand slid on top of the other around the tape that meant world to him. "D-do you wanna w-watch it together?"

Blaine kissed the tip of his lover's nose.

"Yes."

He didn't have a clue. He didn't know how big this was for Kurt, or that his boyfriend had just made the decision to spend the rest of his life loving him. Kurt hadn't realised he had blanked out until he heard Blaine's voice and felt warm fingers stroke the back of his neck.

"Baby?" Blaine's voice was small and worried. Kurt blinked and shook his head kissing Blaine's wrist.

"Sorry honey, I was just... blown away." Blaine's eyebrows raised.

"By Bambi?"

"Not a baby deer no." Kurt smiled. Blaine cocked his head still confused.

"You Blaine. You blow me away." he chuckled wrapping his arms around his man's waist and pulling him onto the couch.

Kurt put the tape in the VCR (pausing only slightly) and they curled up together, their bodies coiled into one, Kurt's face in the crook of Blaine's neck and when the starting scenes lit the room, Kurt cuddled closer. This was right, this is all he needed.

Little did they both know, they had been watched all this time. From non other than Burt Hummel himself.

Burt didn't consider himself one for crying, but this... this was something else. His son was in love, his son was really in love. And he had someone who loved him back just as fiercely. It was more than Burt could have ever hoped for. And he watched as Kurt though the death of Bambi's Mom. Of course he could relate. But Burt also found his eyes turn towards Blaine. Who had turned to bury his face in Kurt's hair tears falling down his cheeks in rivers.

He knew what it felt like too. He knew Kurt's pain better than even his own father. He lived it , Kurt had lived it and they were so deeply connected it was scary. He could see it in the way they would wind their fingers in the others hair and strokes and kiss each others skin when a tear graced it. He saw him and Elizabeth. Of course Blaine wasn't Burt and Kurt however similar Kurt was not Elizabeth, but Burt saw one thing that truly mattered. Pure unmasked love.

And with a tear, Burt left them alone knowing soon, the world would bless him with yet another boy he could call his son.