A/N so this chapter's a little short, so I hope to post another chapter this week as long as I have time :) anyways please review!
Chap 25
"I can't wait to meet your brother in an hour," Kurt squealed, twirling around in front of the mirror.
Blaine laughed, "Trust me, he already loves you". It was finally spring break for Kurt and Drew, which meant Drew was finally flying over to visit them in New York. Blaine's brother had told his father he was spending the break with a girl he liked in New York, and now he was set to arrive in a hour. The two boys were now in Kurt's apartment getting ready to pick Drew up. Well, Kurt was getting ready, Blaine had been ready for the past fifteen minutes and was waiting patiently, sitting on Kurt's bed. "I think you're more excited than I am," Blaine teased, as Kurt carefully fixed his hair for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"He's your brother Blaine. I have to make a good impression," Kurt said seriously.
"I'm more worried about him making a bad impression than you," Blaine laughed.
"If he's your brother I'm sure he must be amazing," Kurt assured him.
"He's great," Blaine agrees, "Drew can just be a little much at times. He doesn't always think before he speaks, or acts, or does anything really."
"He can't be much worse than Finn and I learned to love him," Kurt said, checking his outfit again, "How do I look?"
"You look beautiful," Blaine assured him.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "You don't mean that. You always say that."
Blaine frowned, "Of course I always say that, it's true."
"I love it Blaine," Kurt smiled, walking over to stand between Blaine's knees, "that just seems to be your go-to word whenever I ask you how I look or whenever you see me."
Blaine took Kurt's hands into his, swinging them absentmindedly, "You are beautiful though. I mean you're adorable, sexy, gorgeous, hot and all of that stuff, but beautiful's different."
Kurt tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow incredulously. "Beautiful is when you look at someone and you can't breath, because they're the only thing that matters anymore. Beautiful is when someone laughs and it's sounds so perfect that you never want them to cry again. You see goods looks fade away, but you will always be beautiful. Even when you're sixty no matter where life takes us, I will look at you and tell you that you look beautiful," and with that, Blaine brought Kurt's fingers to his lips, kissing them softly.
"I love you Blaine Anderson," Kurt whispered, before gently cupping Blaine's face, and leaning down to kiss him.
When he pulled away, Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's, giggling a little giddily. "You really love me?" Blaine asked, breathlessly.
"How could I not," Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine quickly, "Do you love me?"
"Since the day you walked into my bookstore and I could've sworn it was an angel," Blaine said earnestly.
"You're making that up," Kurt giggled, blushing.
"You're just not going to believe what you do to me, are you?" Blaine sighed, brushing his thumb lightly over Kurt's jawline.
"We have to go pick up your brother," Kurt said, glancing at his watch.
"You ready?" Blaine asked.
Without even glancing at the mirror, Kurt smiled, "Yeah," he said, holding his hand out for Blaine to take, and hand in hand the two boys set off for the airport.