So this is the last one shot on The First Time...I mean the episode was kind of one big amazing fanfic anyway haha! I was gonna write some angsty Blaine inner monologue stuff but I think a lot of it has been written. If anyone really wants me to write some of course I will.

This is set the morning after :) I loved the way the episode portrayed the scene of them in bed, it was really lovely. If I could write smut I would, but I can't, so have a lovely, fluffy scene of them waking up together the morning after.

I don't own Glee.

Chapter 11, The morning after

When Kurt first woke up he felt somewhat confused. This wasn't his room, and he felt a lot warmer than usual, could feel body heat radiating from somewhere other than him.

It only took a few seconds for his brain to wake up enough to realise this room was Blaine's, and that he was warm because Blaine's warm, soft body was pressed right up against his, one of Blaine's hands resting lightly on his hair, the other thrown around his waist, his hand tangled up in Kurt's own even as they had slept.

Kurt felt his eyes fill with tears, even though he was barely awake. He was so used to being alone in every single aspect of his life that it still shocked him even now that he had Blaine and knew he wouldn't have to go it alone anymore. So waking up with him was overwhelming and wonderful.

Suddenly a small sound emanated from Blaine's body. It wasn't a snore, more like a throaty nasal breath. Kurt felt himself smile, felt a warmth he only ever experienced with Blaine spread through his heart like sunshine warming a hillside. He'd always stated he could never tolerate anyone who had a loud breathing or snoring habit, but somehow hearing Blaine's noisy little breaths as he slept only made him love his boyfriend even more. Those noises were so cute, so Blaine, they proved to Kurt that Blaine was real, that he and his boyfriend had actually had sex last night, and it was wonderful, and it wasn't even awkward like he'd worried it might be. It was wonderful. Blaine was romantic and sweet and bashful and a little clumsy in places but that didn't matter because Kurt was too, and anyway it only made Blaine more endearing to him.

Kurt could feel every inch of Blaine, could feel Blaine's curls tickling his neck, his warm slender waist pressed against his back. One of Blaine's legs was ever so slightly wrapped around one of Kurt's, and he could feel Blaine's toes curling ever a little in to his shin as he slept.

They were small, inconsequential things that meant the world to Kurt, because he'd never known the feeling of waking up and that person you love so much just being there for you in every way possible.

So Kurt snuggled closer into Blaine while doing his best to stay still and not wake his sleeping boyfriend, because he wanted to bask in this feeling of lying so close to Blaine, loved the feeling of skin on skin, Blaine's soft, warm chest pressed against his own back, fingers twirled together, hair mussy and sticking up from sweat and sleeping. They lay there for about half an hour before Kurt felt Blaine stir.

Blaine shifted a little, letting out a yawn that sounded like the yowling noise a puppy made when it woke up from a long sleep, and Kurt suppressed a chuckle. Kurt felt Blaine move a little closer and then felt him bury his nose in Kurt's neck. He shifted around so that he was facing Blaine, and smiled softly as he saw him.

Blaine's hair was sticking up worse than Kurt had ever seen it before, free of gel totally, his eyes were sleep filled and not totally open, he reached out to pull Kurt as close to him as he physically could, and Kurt actually understood, for possibly the first time, what it was like to have your heartstrings pulled. They pulled so tight it actually hurt a little. He loved Blaine so much, and in that second he knew he'd do anything, anything to keep Blaine safe and happy forever.

"You were amazing." Kurt whispered breathlessly, his heart beginning to stutter as he looked into Blaine's soft, sleepy, yet lust filled eyes. "I l-love you." He didn't know why his words were catching in his throat, or why his heart was beating double time as he looked into Blaine's open, loving face. All he knew was that he needed those full, slightly darkened lips on his right now before he expired.

So he reached his hand up, laid it on the back of Blaine's neck and pulled him in to him, gently and firmly, and pressed his lips to Blaine's, and kissed him. Blaine kissed him back, moving even closer still and actually letting out a low, gentle whine as Kurt deepened the kiss, grazing Blaine's lips gently with his teeth, gripping the back of his neck in an effort to let out some of the love he felt deep within him. He was actually scared of how strong he felt, had never known anything like it.

Was this what sex did? Did it take the already overpowering love you felt for that one person you finally decided to let in in every way possible and just times it by one thousand until you love them so much you can barely breathe? Kurt guessed it did, and he wanted to feel this forever and ever, wanted to roll around and bathe in the feeling.

"I love you so much." Kurt whispered into Blaine's mouth, and Blaine laughed softly, laying a gentle hand on Kurt's cheek and landing one last soft kiss on the corner of his lips.

"I love you too. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather give my whole self to." Blaine ran a hand down Kurt's quivering chest and stopped at his hip bone, rubbing the place where the bone met the skin in an almost hypnotic way. "You have my everything, my heart and my soul, Kurt Hummel. I don't want it back, ever."

Whenever Blaine said silly, fluffy romantic things like that Kurt would laugh and kiss him until he shut his mouth, but now he'd never felt less like laughing something Blaine said off. The words were wonderful, they were words Kurt wanted to say but couldn't get out. It was true. Last night had changed things, he was tied to Blaine now in more ways than one, they had both given something last night they would never get back.

But that was ok. It was something they were supposed to give, because Kurt would always be Blaine's, and Blaine, Kurt's, and now they'd simply validated everything they already knew and it felt wonderful, and they felt whole and special.

Kurt rested his forehead on Blaine's and began to trace delicate patterns on the taut, muscular, slightly olive-y skin of Blaine's upper arm.

"What are you drawing?" Blaine laughed sogtly, his hand still resting on Kurt's hip bone and still making intelligent thought a difficult thing to come by, because the way he was stroking the skin just felt so damn good...

Kurt realised the patterns he'd been making unconsciously with his index finger. "Would you laugh if I told you I was writing 'I love you' over and over on your arm?" Kurt grinned lazily, continuing the motion.

Blaine didn't reply but he shifted himself closer still to Kurt, which Kurt hadn't previously thought was possible since they were entwined so close on Blaine's fair sized double bed. "Kurt, you make me a better person without even trying and I'm so grateful and happy that I got to share this with you."

"Me too." Kurt whispered, because his eyes had begun to fill up with tears because, damn, he was just still feeling so much and he wasn't used to this feeling, it was wonderful and overwhelming and he wished he could say all the beautiful words to Blaine that he was saying to him but he just couldn't get them out. So he settled for all that he could find, words that were truer than any he'd ever spoken.

"You're my everything." Kurt gasped, feeling like all the air was being crushed out of him, like his heart was growing to ten times it's normal size. He felt Blaine lean further into him, removing the hand from his hipbone and rubbing it up his back. The touch sent shivers down his spine and he leaned in and rested his head in the crook of Blaine's neck, where it was warm and where he fitted just right.

"And you are mine." Blaine replied thickly. They lay together as close as two people can get and enjoyed the feeling. The simple feeling of giving yourself fully to another, and the wonderful realisation that you can trust them with it, your heart, your soul and yourself.