Happy Saturday!

You guys rock. Seriously. You make me smile so much with your comments/reviews. They mean the world to me, and I was so happy reading them after the previous chapter.

This is probably the longest chapter in this story, or one of the longest, so I hope you'll enjoy it.

Sending love to Christine, the best beta ever.

Let's read, shall we?

There was a gentle breeze, not chilly enough to make Kurt regret he hadn't grabbed a jacket, but enough to pull Blaine a little closer, slotting their sides together. He shifted his arm, dropping Blaine's hand, and wrapped it around his shoulders, his fingers resting easily on the edge of his polo sleeve, touching the warm skin there.

Blaine sighed happily.

This whole evening had been... magical. Kurt was surprised at how easy it had been to be with Blaine like this. He had been so nervous before he arrived at the restaurant, the many reassurances Cooper had given him before he left the hospital floating around in his head, but not really believing any of them.

"He likes you," Cooper had told him.

"Maybe he just likes me as a friend," Kurt had retorted, pacing across Cooper's room anxiously. "What if I get there and it's just weird?"

Cooper had looked completely calm. "It won't be."

"How do you even know that?" Kurt asked, turning to look at him, insecurity dripping from each word.

"Because I know my brother," Cooper had said, a little smile on his tired face. "Go, Kurt."

And now... oh, Kurt was so happy he had listened to Cooper. He hadn't expected things to be quite like this. So easy, so perfect, so wonderful.

It really did feel like he was in a movie.

Much sooner than he would have liked, Blaine stopped in front of a building. "This is me," he said.

Kurt tried to hide his disappointment. He should have suggested they take a walk. He should have come up with ways to make this date last a little longer. "Oh, okay. Well, I... I had a great time tonight, Blaine."

Blaine took his keys out of his pocket and began to fidget with them. "Me too. It was..." he looked up at Kurt's eyes, trailing off as if he couldn't keep his thoughts straight. He gazed down at his lips, longingly.

Kurt couldn't fight the impulse – he bent down slightly (oh how he loved the height difference), and pressed a quick, rather chaste kiss to Blaine's lips. He began to pull away, but Blaine cupped his face and gently brought him down for another one, and then a third one.

Blaine ran his tongue across his bottom lip as they pulled away, Kurt following the motion with a sort of hunger he didn't think he had ever felt before, but didn't seem to be ready to go inside any time soon.

"Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?" He asked, and immediately groaned, letting his head fall onto Kurt's shoulder. "God, I know what that sounds like. It's such a line. But really, I... I don't think I'm ready for the night to be over yet."

Kurt chuckled into Blaine's hair, breathing in his raspberry-scented gel. "I would love to."

Kurt was glad that he got to hold Blaine's hand for a while longer. He followed him into the building and up to the third floor. Blaine opened the door to a small but lovely apartment, full of splashes of color, a contrast to Kurt's own neutral, minimalistic, stylish one, that sometimes looked right out of a magazine. There was a lot of wood and exposed brick that gave it a masculine accent, but the navy blue couch was topped with several comfy-looking pillows in yellow, coral and grey. There were plants – mostly ferns – practically everywhere: on the table next to the couch, hanging from the wall next to the balcony, on the shelves of the bookcase on the far wall. As soon as he stepped inside, Kurt felt a sense of comfort; Blaine's apartment felt like a well-lived in home.

"Make yourself at home," Blaine said, dropping his keys and cellphone on a small table by the door. He took the flowers from Kurt to put them in water. "I'll get the coffee started. Or would you prefer tea?"

"Oh, you know what? That sounds better," Kurt said, heading towards the couch. "I don't want to stare at my ceiling for the rest of the night."

Blaine went through a door that Kurt guessed lead to the kitchen, and he heard his voice as he opened cabinets. "Earl grey okay?"

"Perfect!" Kurt answered. His attention was caught by the bookcase, which was full of picture frames and paperbacks that looked as if they had been read numerous times. Kurt ran his finger over the spines, finding mostly science-fiction and fantasy books.

Most of the pictures on the shelves were of Cooper or of Cooper and Blaine together, in different stages of their lives. The most recent-looking one was one of them with their cheeks pressed together, big smiles on their faces. Cooper had a lot of beautiful dark brown hair, his face fuller, eyes sparkling. It was such a contrast from the man he was used to seeing at the hospital. The man in the picture looked like a movie star.

Kurt grabbed another picture, at first entranced by how cute Blaine looked in it – he must have been very, very young, maybe six years old – and then realized the two people in the picture he didn't recognize had to be his parents. The man looked a lot like Cooper, but with Blaine's eyes, while the woman had curly black hair and blue eyes. It was a beautiful picture, but slightly formal, everyone in their best clothes and best behavior, sitting patiently for the photographer.

Kurt heard steps and then his skin prickled as Blaine stood behind him, looking over his shoulder.

"I always hated that picture," Blaine said in a low voice. "But it's one of the last ones we all took together, so..."

Kurt ran his thumb over little Blaine's face and turned his head to look at the adult version next to him. Blaine offered a mug, and Kurt accepted it, breathing in the steam of the tea. "How old were you?"

"About seven," he replied. "They died not too long after that, when I turned eight."

Kurt let out a soft, sad humming sound as he placed the picture back on the shelf. "I was eight when my mom died, too. I barely remember her anymore, I mostly remember the way she made me feel. But I can't remember her voice." He allowed Blaine to grab his hand and pull him towards the couch, where they sat together. "Do you have any memories of them?"

Blaine frowned a little, as if it required some effort. "Not many. They weren't... I don't know, they weren't around a lot, I guess. My dad was very career-oriented, and he was always taking my mom with him on business trips or to dinner parties or..." He shrugged. "I'm not saying they weren't good parents. They just weren't the traditional, Hallmark card kind of parents you see in movies, you know? When they died... it was a shock, and I was so sad, but it didn't change my life a lot, not the every day stuff. I was always at my Grandma's anyway, or with babysitters. I think it was harder on Cooper than on me. He remembers better times, before dad worked around the clock, or when my mother was younger and more excited about being a mom for the first time."

Kurt shifted a bit on the couch so he could face him better. "Was it an accident?"

"Yeah," Blaine replied quietly. "Car accident. They were going back home after having dinner with my dad's boss. It was raining and he lost control of the car."

Kurt kissed his temple, lips warm from the tea.

Blaine tilted his head to look at him, resting it on the back of the couch. "What about your mom?"

Kurt traced the outline of Blaine's face, down his jaw and up his cheekbone. "She got sick," he said, and paused for a moment before he added: "Cancer."

Blaine's breath hitched slightly.

"She wasn't diagnosed in time. She didn't even get chemo or anything. It was all over in two weeks," he explained. "It was... god, it was horrible. My dad tried to shield me as best as he could, but when she was gone, he was so broken."

"Was she..." Blaine stopped, cleared his throat, started again. "Was she in pain?"

Kurt knew why he was asking, and he wished he could just change the subject to something lighter, happier. But getting close to someone was also about letting down your walls, sharing the painful things as much as the happy ones. "Yes, she was." He felt Blaine tensing next to him. "But that was her experience, honey. It doesn't mean Cooper's has to be anything like it. It was a different type of cancer, too."

Blaine closed his eyes for a moment, and Kurt resisted the urge to lean in and kiss his eyelids, anything that would help him think of anything but his brother in pain.

When he opened them again, he took Kurt's breath away. They looked golden in the light of the living room. "Tell me about her?" He muttered.

Kurt took a sip of tea to allow his heart some time to go back to a normal rhythm, and then began to talk. He told Blaine everything he remembered about her, and realized there was more than he had originally thought – her perfume; the way she liked to sing Beatles songs while she made breakfast on Sunday mornings, sometimes pulling him or his dad into a slow dance around the kitchen table; the way she tucked him into bed at night and kissed the tip of his nose; the way she had let him play with whatever he wanted to, without questioning him, not caring if it was a Barbie or a Power Ranger; how she always let him sit beside her as she worked with her sewing machine fixing his dad's shirts or overalls, and especially how she had taught him to use it, guiding his small hands to hold the fabric just right.

"She sounds wonderful," Blaine whispered.

"She was," Kurt said.

They kissed again, because it was impossible not to, slow and gentle, like a balm to soothe their wounded hearts.

When they parted, Blaine thread his fingers through Kurt's hair, something he usually didn't allow anyone to do, but with Blaine, he welcomed it. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation.

"Was that why you became a designer?" Blaine asked then, in a voice so quiet Kurt almost didn't hear him. "Because of her?"

"She was part of the reason, yes," Kurt said. "But I also really love clothes." He touched the bowtie around Blaine's neck, smiling a little. "What about you? Have you always wanted to be the cutest florist in Manhattan?"

Blaine chuckled bashfully, looking down into his cup of tea. "Kurt Hummel, I didn't know you were such a flirt."

Kurt grinned and nudged him with his foot. "That doesn't answer my question."

"The short answer is yes," Blaine said, leaning to leave his cup on the coffee table, and taking Kurt's empty one as well. "My Grandma was the first working woman in my family, and she loved that flowershop, worked so hard to open it when my Grandfather went to work and she had to support her family. She was very proud of it, and she wanted to leave it to me. But I didn't accept out of obligation – I truly love it there. Being surrounded by flowers all the time makes me feel... at peace, I guess. And I get to help people bring happiness to others."

"That you do," Kurt murmured.

Blaine smiled the silliest, loveliest little smile, his face scrunching up with it. It was adorable.

Kurt kissed his nose. "God, you're so damn endearing." He wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders, pulling him a little closer. "I hate that I have to go."

Blaine whined a little against his lips, and began pressing kisses all over Kurt's face. "Already?"

"It's getting late..." Kurt said, but he tilted his head to the side to give Blaine better access when his mouth slid down to the curve of his neck. He groaned in the back of his throat at the contact. It was delicious.

But he needed Blaine's lips back on his, no matter how good it felt when they were travelling across his jaw. He cupped Blaine's face and tilted it up so their lips could meet again, his stomach instantly becoming a hot liquid – lava, his entire body was a volcano when Blaine touched him.

Panting a little bit, Kurt pressed their foreheads together, resurfacing for some oxygen. It was amazing how quickly his body responded to Blaine. "God, please stop me."

Blaine swallowed and closed his eyes, as if trying to regain some control over himself. "What if I don't want to?"

Kurt's fingers twitched were they were fisting Blaine's polo. He hadn't even noticed he did that. "It's our first date. We have all the time in the world."

Blaine licked his lips, and goodness, that wasn't fair. He looked sinful. "We have tonight."

Arousal came in waves, lapping over Kurt's body like a tide. He forced himself to pull away slightly, just enough to look Blaine in the eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Been sure since you kissed me at your apartment," Blaine muttered, his golden eyes focused on Kurt's lips. "Kurt, I don't... I don't do this. I date to please Cooper, but I don't bring guys into my apartment, and god, now I realize you're going to think I asked you up for coffee but I meant sex, and I..."

"Hey," Kurt interrupted, because Blaine was starting to freak out and it was the last thing he wanted. "I get it." He ran his thumb down Blaine's cheek, and then trailed the same spot with his lips in a lingering kiss. "I'm not the kind of guy who puts out on the first date, either. Though I would understand if you have a different impression." He rolled his eyes at himself, making Blaine chuckle a little. "But... you know what you said, back at my apartment? That it was the most intense thing you've experienced?" Blaine nodded. "It's like that, for me, too. It's all so... it's so much, Blaine. But in a good way. I want it all."

"I want it all, too," Blaine said, and wow, okay, they were doing this. They were putting it all on the table, every single card they had, after just one date.

Kurt should have been scared, but he had never felt more at peace.

He moved in very slowly, savoring every second of anticipation until his lips were back on Blaine's, and they kissed, gentle and deep, almost chastely at first, until it began to grow in intensity, every sweep of Blaine's tongue against his making his brain short-circuit.

When they parted again, breathing heavily, there was no doubt in their eyes. They knew what they wanted.

"Is there a subtle way to ask you if we can move this to the bedroom?" Kurt asked, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

"That'll do," Blaine said, and grabbed his hand to pull him off the couch.

He followed Blaine through a short hallway and into one of the two doors there. Blaine didn't even bother turning any light on, he simply kicked the door closed behind them, immediately crowding him against it, his mouth finding the curve of Kurt's neck, latching there for dear life, sucking intently. Kurt had no doubt there would be marks on his skin the next morning. He was eager to trace them with his own fingers, to let them be reminders of what was about to happen between them.

Heat travelled from his chest to the pit of his belly, and down to his groin as Blaine pressed his entire body against his. It was like Kurt no longer had control over himself – he was melting, melting, melting right into Blaine's arms and lips. Soon he would be nothing but a puddle on the floor.

His hands found Blaine's hips, and he pushed at him softly. Blaine let out a questioning, whiny sound, making Kurt chuckle.

"Come on, sweetheart," he said into Blaine's ear. "Bed."

Blaine allowed him to walk him back, his mouth still attached to Kurt's neck, until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. He fell quite ungracefully, yelping a bit.

"Sorry, I can't see anything," Kurt said. His eyes had gotten used enough to the darkness to see the contour of the furniture around them, mostly bathed in the light that came from the open window, but not more than that. It was an unfamiliar room, at least for now, though Kurt was already hoping he would soon become acquainted.

Blaine stretched and turned the lamp on the nightstand. It was a soft light, just enough to see each other, but not too much as if to break the intimacy. "Better?"

"Yes," Kurt leaned in a kissed Blaine's mouth, slow, slow, torturously slow. As he did, his fingers settled on the bowtie still secured around Blaine's neck, and he tugged a bit on it. "May I?"

"Of course," Blaine murmured, tilting his head back to give him easier access. His eyes were fixed on Kurt's face, something aching to awe on his face.

"What is it?" Kurt asked, pulling the bowtie from the collar and dropping it on the nightstand. He ran his hands down Blaine's chest until his fingers found the edge of his polo, and quirked his eyebrow, another search for permission.

Blaine simply lifted his arms. "I just... can't get over how beautiful you are."

Kurt felt his cheeks burning and knew there was a blush there. He ignored it, and took Blaine's polo off. "Oh, I could say the same," he said, as he drank in the sight of Blaine naked from the waist up. He was compact but strong, his muscles taut under his tanned skin, his abs defined, his chest covered in a light patch of hair trat trailed down into his pants. Kurt wanted to follow the path with his tongue.

Then he realized there was no reason why he couldn't do that.

He dropped on his knees in between Blaine's parted legs, who watched him with quickly darkening eyes, and placing his hands on Blaine's naked shoulders for support, he leaned in and started kissing his collarbone.

He loved the way Blaine's breath immediately hitched, so sensitive to his ministrations, so fast to react. He began to descend, first to the middle of his chest, then taking a detour to his right nipple.

"Oh god, Kurt," Blaine moaned when Kurt sucked lightly on it, testing Blaine's response. He bucked up, his erection brushing over Kurt's chest. "That feels so good."

Kurt smiled against his skin before paying the same attention to his left nipple, this time adding a brush of teeth that sent Blaine's hands to his hair.

"Sorry," Blaine murmured, about to extract his hands. "I didn't mean to..."

"No, no," Kurt stopped, grabbed his wrists, kept his fingers in place. "It's okay. I like that."

Blaine tugged a little and smiled down at him. "Kurt Hummel, you're going to be the death of me."

"Mm, and I haven't even done anything too interesting yet," Kurt said cheekily, winking up at Blaine before he pressed his mouth to the lines of his abdomen, dipping his tongue into every crease he found.

Blaine's chuckle turned into a groan. "You and I have very different definitions of interesting."

Kurt swirled his tongue around and into his belly button and reached an impasse. He sat up on his heels and ran his finger over the waistband of Blaine's pants. "How do you feel about taking these off?"

"I feel amazing about it," Blaine said, taking advantage of Kurt's mouth suddenly being free to move in and plant a deep kiss on his lips. "But I would feel even better if you took some clothes off, too."

They undressed each other, Blaine standing up to help Kurt, not because Kurt needed much assistance, but because he seemed eager to get his hands on Kurt's skin, and really, who was Kurt to deny him? They peeled each layer off, dropping kisses and caresses to every newly-revealed spot, until they were standing only in their underwear.

"Come here," Blaine said, grabbing his hand. Kurt followed, eager to please him.

They laid on the bed and now everywhere they touched felt like a thrill – chest against chest, naked legs intertwined. They kissed, taking their time, knowing they had all the time in the world, that tonight was theirs and nothing else existed, nothing else could break into the bubble they had created around themselves. There was no pain and no fear, only this – this beautiful, brand new, shiny thing they shared.

Eventually, Kurt pulled away and began kissing down Blaine's body again, back to where he had left off. Blaine tried to grab at him.

"Wait, no. Where are you going?" He asked, his voice higher than usual.

Kurt playfully bit at his (taut, my goodness, who knew he was hiding this under all those colorful polo shirts and bowties, jesus) belly and looked up at him. "I wasn't done before, you know."

Kurt moved a little lower, his face stopping right above Blaine's underwear-covered erection.

"Oh fuck," Blaine muttered, his hands returning to Kurt's hair, tugging desperately.

"My, my, what a filthy mouth," Kurt teased, now mouthing over his length through the fabric. "Where has the proper, dapper gentleman I know gone?"

Blaine moaned, his hips bucking unexpectedly, so Kurt threw an arm across them to still them. "He's left the building. This is what you get now. Because you drive me crazy."

"What a coincidence," Kurt said, sliding the underwear down, watching with hungry eyes as Blaine's cock sprung free. "Because you drive me crazy too," he added, and then opened his mouth and swallowed him whole.

Blaine choked, arching on the bed at the sudden warmth all around him. "Shit, Kurt."

Kurt pulled off until only the tip was still in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, feeding his own arousal with Blaine's desperate little moans. He was overwhelmed in the best way – everything around him was Blaine: Blaine's scent in this room, in his sheets, his skin; Blaine's taste in his mouth; Blaine's voice in his ears. He never wanted to stop touching him, wanted to stay in this bed forever and close the door on the real world.

It didn't take long for Blaine's breath to get ragged and shallow, his tugs on Kurt's hair tighter. Kurt kept going because it was difficult not to – he just couldn't get enough – lapping at the thick vein on the underside of Blaine's cock, right up to the head, only to sink down, take him all, feel him hit the back of his throat.

"Kurt," Blaine whined. "Just... stop, stop for a moment, god."

Kurt obliged immediately. He looked up and kissed Blaine's thigh, a tender gesture in the middle of a heated moment. "You okay?"

"I'm too okay," Blaine said, as he stretched towards his nightstand. "I'm not ready for it to be over so quickly... here." He dropped a few things on the bed.

Kurt grabbed the bottle of lube and began coating his fingers. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," Blaine grunted, and he sat up to grab at Kurt's arm, pull him back up, closer. "Just... be here, okay? With me."

Kurt kissed him – god, he was adorable, how was that possible? He'd never met a guy who could look so adorable when he was naked and his cock was rock hard – and then moved to sit at the headboard, pulling Blaine onto his lap.

"I want you like this," he said, and if he thought he'd been crowded by Blaine all around him a moment ago, this was just as intense, or even better. "Okay?"

"It's perfect," Blaine replied, dropping his head to kiss him, enjoying the slight leverage the position gave him on Kurt.

Kurt teased at his entrance with a slick finger, simply circling it, forcing himself to be gentle, but Blaine was having none of it. As soon as he had started sliding his finger inside the tight ring of muscle, Blaine dropped on it, swallowing it, throwing his head back and letting out a little moan.

God, this man. Kurt had never met anyone who could push at his buttons in all the right ways – and he had had some good partners, both long term and not so much. But Blaine... there was something special about him, about the way they just clicked, about the way their bodies responded to each other, the chemistry so bright it was near to flames.

He fingered Blaine open, adding a second and then a third finger at Blaine's demand, watching him rock on his lap, swaying his hips to take them without a moment's hesitation. They kissed – long gone were now the deep, intense kisses they had shared at the beginning of the night, it was all teeth, all messy now, no more than open mouths letting out pants into each other. Kurt kept his eyes trained on him, not wanting to miss a single second of it. Watching Blaine come apart was a beautiful thing, and it was all because of him.

It looked like Blaine could have come from just that, Kurt's fingers buried deep into his ass, his cock untouched bobbing up and down with the bounce of his hips. He was in ecstasy, and it was the most sensual sight Kurt had seen in his life.

But Blaine bit his lip, stopped fucking himself on Kurt's fingers, pulled away, groaning at the sudden emptiness, and reached for the condom he had dropped on the mattress. "I'm ready, come on."

Until this very moment Kurt hadn't noticed how hard he was, had forgotten all about his own arousal in favor of watching Blaine. But now, as he rolled the condom onto his cock and coated himself in lube, even the smallest touch sent waves of pleasure all over his body. He wasn't going to last long, not if Blaine kept looking at him like that.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hips, and Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders, and as their mouths met in yet another kiss, Blaine dropped down onto Kurt's lap, taking him in, his warmth and tightness just perfect in every way. Kurt whimpered into his mouth, feeling himself crack a little, because this felt like too much, too good, too perfect, how was it possible? It should have been awkward. They should have fumbled more, unsure of where to touch, what the other liked. They should have felt sel-conscious about their bodies, even if they had no reason, because this, this was the most intimate thing you could do with another person, and all your flaws were displayed without a single filter, out in the open for the other person to judge or accept. But there was none of that – there was only this feeling that it was right; that Kurt was home; that Blaine's arms around him, his lips on his, his eyes searching his face was exactly what he had been missing his entire life without even knowing it. It was of course and I didn't know it could feel like this and how could I live so blindly for so long? Because now he could see. He could see so clearly, and Blaine was right there with him.

They created a rhythm of their own, hips moving to find each other and hands that couldn't stop wandering. They moaned and felt the bed rock underneath them, the headboard hitting the wall like a metronome marking the time of a song only they could hear.

Blaine had kept his eyes closed until that moment, too focused on the pleasure coursing to him, his face a canvas painted with it, but now he opened them, fixed them on Kurt, and it was molten gold, burning right into Kurt's eyes, taking his breath away.

"I'm so close," Blaine said, and it sounded like a whine, like he didn't want this to be over.

"Me too, sweetheart," Kurt whispered, leaning in to graze his teeth over Blaine's perfect jaw. "God, it's... so..."

"Yes," Blaine agreed, because there weren't words that could describe this, but they both understood.

Kurt sneaked a hand between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Blaine's cock, but Blaine stopped him.

"No," he shook his head, looked down at the way his hips were dropping down onto Kurt's and back up again to start all over again. "I can come from just this."

"Shit, Blaine, that's..." Kurt moaned.

"Kurt, harder," he whimpered, desperation in his voice.

Kurt would never know how he managed to be so graceful in the heat of the moment, but he held Blaine tightly and rolled them over, until Blaine's back hit the matress and Kurt was hovering over him. Blaine bent his knees, giving him better access, and Kurt fucked into him as hard as he could, as steadily as he could, until he felt his orgasm sneak up on him.

Kurt came, his movements becoming erratic, and immediately felt Blaine clenching around him as his own climax hit him, too. Kurt looked down and watched Blaine's cock twitch, untouched, as it painted their chests in white streaks.

Kurt collapsed on top of him, panting so hard he was shocked his lungs still functioned. Blaine's hand instantly found its way into Kurt's hair and tugged a little to bring their mouths together. They kissed lazily, sharing ragged breaths and happy smiles, until they both felt like they had regained some control of their limbs. Blaine reached for some tissues and cleaned them both up, wrapping up the used condom in them and dropping it all on the floor, clearly too tired to care.

"That was..." Kurt murmured, grabbing him and pulling him closer.

"Everything," Blaine whispered against his lips. "It was everything."

Kurt hummed in agreement into their next kiss. "It was. And you are so hot. I just want to do that all over again, and again, and again..."

Blaine chuckled, a twinkle of sheer joy in his eyes. "What about a nap, first?"

Yawning, Kurt nodded. "Sure, nap sounds good."

Blaine kissed the tip of his nose and pulled on the blankets to cover them both. Intertwined and warm, they fell asleep.

They didn't nap – they slept through the night.

Kurt woke up slowly the next morning, mostly because the sun was bathing the room. He was so comfortable that he could have continued sleeping for a few more hours. But now that he was awake...

They had shifted during the night, and now they were both facing the middle of the bed, legs tangled, Blaine's arm thrown over Kurt carelessly. Kurt watched him, marveling at how easy this was, how easy it had been since the beginning. He wasn't freaking out about waking up in a bed that wasn't his, just like he hadn't freaked out the night before when he and Blaine talked and decided this was a step they were ready to take. After one date.

It felt like something monumental was happening in his life, and Kurt realized it was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to make all the shifts and changes that might be necessary to fit Blaine into his life. Something told him it wasn't going to be particularly difficult.

Kurt considered waking Blaine up for a repeat of last night, but he looked so peaceful that he managed to control his own libido. Blaine needed the rest, deserved to sleep undisturbed. Kurt wasn't naive enough to think that just because last night had happened, every single bad thing in Blaine's life would disappear. They still needed to deal with all the negative things. They still had to take care of their loved ones. They still needed to get to the hospital to check on Cooper and Burt.

As he thought of Cooper, Kurt smiled. God, he owed that man everything.

It was only a few minutes later when Blaine slowly began to wake up, as if being pulled away from a dream he clinging onto. Kurt watched him – the way his eyelids twitched, how his eyelashes painted shadows on his cheekbones, how the corners of his lips moved as if trying to form a smile – until he finally opened his eyes, looking like clear amber in the morning light.

And the way he smiled when he saw Kurt right in front of him. Oh. If Kurt's heart hadn't decided to let him in the previous night, then it would have allowed him in right now, because that smile... oh, that smile broke his heart and mended it back all in the span of a single second.

"Morning," Blaine muttered, voice still thick with sleep.

Kurt finally gave in to the urge and touched him, running his fingers through his curls. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"I don't think I've ever slept this well," Blaine said, smile still in place. "You?"

"Same," Kurt echoed. He leaned in slightly. "Thoughts on kissing people with morning breath?"

"As long as people means you, I'm all for it. Come here," Blaine said, and closed the rest of the distance, his hand coming up to cup Kurt's face gently. "I wish we could stay here forever."

"Do you think people would notice if we disappear for a week or two and just stay in bed the whole time?" Kurt asked, making Blaine chuckle.

"A week or two? Ambitious, Hummel. I like that," he teased. "Unfortunately, yes, people would notice. At least Cooper would."

"He got us together, I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Kurt whined a little, as his hand settled on Blaine's naked chest.

"Oh, yes, he would," Blaine laughed. "He's probably waiting for me to get there already and tell him everything."

Kurt sighed dramatically. "Fine. I guess I can leave the bed."

"I can offer coffee and a shower for the inconvenience," Blaine said, dropping a kiss to the curve of Kurt's shoulder.

"That sounds heavenly," Kurt replied, just as a lightbulb went off in his head. "Oh, do you happen to have flour, butter...?"

"I do," Blaine said, as he pulled away and stretched his arms above his head. He sat up on the bed. "What do you want? Pancakes? I can make some."

"No, I thought I'd bake Cooper something," Kurt said. "Muffins or cookies, or something else, depending on the ingredients you have..."

Blaine's eyes seemed full of stars as he stared at him, and then crawled across the bed to give him a big, noisy kiss. "You're so perfect."

Kurt smiled into the kiss. "Just tell me where everything is. You can get the first shower. I'll get my turn while everything's in the oven."

Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him up, neither of them really caring about their nakedness. They grabbed their underwear from the floor and put them on, and Blaine took him into the kitchen – small, so small they had to dance around each other as they reached for the flour container, and the coffee mugs, and the whisk. Blaine started the coffee while Kurt cracked eggs into a bowl and measured the sugar, then kissed the back of Kurt's neck and said he was jumping into the shower, and the domesticity of it all hit Kurt like a freight train. He wanted this – mornings of dancing around each other as they got ready for their days. He wanted to join Blaine in the shower and drink coffee with him in bed. He wanted to straighten Blaine's bowtie before he left for work. He wanted all the simple, silly things, the ones he had already shared with someone before, and the new ones he hadn't even thought about. Everything, even the simplest thing, seemed so big, so important, when he imagined sharing it with Blaine.

He couldn't wait for all the mornings that were still to come.

They walked into the hospital hand in hand, Blaine carrying a cup of green tea and two cups of coffee they had picked up on their way, and Kurt carrying a container full of banana muffins that were still warm from the oven.

As they passed through the nurses' station, they said hello and rolled their eyes at the way the women they had come to know so well in the past few weeks grinned and showed them their thumbs up in approval. Blaine looked so bashful and happy that Kurt had to resist the urge to push him against the wall and kiss him until he was breahtless.

Kurt tugged at his shirt, feeling a little uncomfortable. "God, I can't believe I'm wearing last night's clothes. I feel disgusting."

"You look beautiful," Blaine said, without missing a beat. "And you could have borrowed something. I offered."

"I know, but your pants were too short on me, and your shirts too tight," Kurt sighed.

"At least you accepted some underwear," Blaine replied cheekily, and Kurt would have shoved him, but that required him to drop the muffins or his hand. He wasn't willing to sacrifice either.

They opened the door to Cooper's bedroom and found him sitting on the bed, staring with a bored expression at the television. He looked tired, as he usually did lately, but his eyes lit up as soon as they fell on their joined hands.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, as if he were celebrating the win of his favorite team. "Finally!"

Now Kurt did drop Blaine's hand, but only to cross the room towards his brother. He put the muffins down on the bed so Cooper could see them, and then leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you," he muttered, for only Cooper to hear.

Cooper grinned at him, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. "You're welcome. Just remember what I asked you," he said, reaching to squeeze Kurt's hand. "Don't break him."

"I won't," Kurt promised again.

Never before had Kurt made a promise he was so eager to keep.

I hope you liked this chapter. Can't wait to read what you think :)

Have a wonderful day, and I'll be seeing you again on Tuesday.

Love,

L.-