After his long drive to New York with Sam, Blaine was exhausted. That night, he and Kurt—satiated and happy after their reunion—slept like babies, cuddled together beneath Kurt's quilt, a fan blowing quietly on them.

When Kurt and Blaine woke up the next morning, neither one wanted to get out of bed. They were wrapped tightly around one another, heads on chests and fingers dancing over tantalizingly bare skin.

"I'm so glad you came," Kurt sighed finally. "We were crazy to think that we could spend Valentine's Day apart. Looking at it now, I'm not sure how we would have survived."

"Me either. Even Skype calls wouldn't have been good enough. I needed to touch you."

"Yeah… Me, too. And last night was… It was perfect." Kurt sighed, peppering kisses along his boyfriend's hairline. "You're the best Valentine's Day gift ever."

Blaine grinned, tilting his head up to give Kurt a gentle kiss to the lips. "That's sweet, but I'm not your gift."

"You're not?"

"No. I bought you a few things."

"Blaine, you—"

"I know. I know. I shouldn't have. I wanted to, though. I love spoiling you, Kurt. It makes me feel better, especially when we're apart like this, to give you things that remind you of me. Just… Let me have this. Please."

"Always. Anything for you." He paused. "You know, I didn't get you a gift. I didn't think we were going to see each other, and sending a Valentine's Day gift through the mail seemed so impersonal. I—"

Blaine waved away his boyfriend's concern. "It doesn't matter. I didn't come here to get gifts from you. I came because I couldn't stand to be apart from you for one more second." Then, he twisted so he was laying atop Kurt's body, pressing all of him into the heat and strength of Kurt as he claimed his lips once again, this kiss much more passionate and needy.

When they pulled back, Kurt panted, "If you don't watch your words, I'm going to have to ravage you again before breakfast."

With a grin on his face, Blaine dived back in, whispering, "I was hoping you'd say that," against Kurt's lips.

As they dove into each other's mouths again, kisses growing hotter by the minute, hands searching for new skin to touch and love and press into, they rutted against one another, their cocks filling as fast as the need for one another had filled their hearts and taken over their minds. They began to moan into each other's mouths as their erections began to rub against one another, steel against steel, their balls brushing lightly together with each new hip thrust, adding to the sensation.

Then, Kurt gasped out, "Blaine! Blaine! So… So close!"

"Me, too," came the strained response. "I—I mean…"

"Yeah," Kurt agreed, his tongue searching Blaine's mouth thoroughly one last time before his core tightened, and his release shot into the space between their bodies, covering them both. He moaned Blaine's name in one long, low sound.

Blaine wasn't far behind, a few more thrusts into the slick heat between them. Then, he coated them both with his own release, Kurt's name a whisper on his lips like a wish. Once his body had given all it had to give, he collapsed heavily against Kurt, his eyes closing.

"That was amazing," Kurt whispered, nuzzling his nose behind Blaine's ear. "I don't want our time together to ever end."

"Me, neither," Blaine agreed.

They lay like that for a little while, dozing lightly. Eventually, Blaine rolled off of Kurt, padding into his attached bathroom to grab a cloth to clean them up. Then, he came back, smiling to himself at the way Kurt was spread out across the bed, one long arm tucked behind his head, his legs falling open, the sheet covering him from the knees down.

Lovingly, Blaine ran the cloth across Kurt's hips, wiping away all traces of their release. After that, he tossed the cloth into Kurt's clothes hamper before turning back to the bed, considering his options. He'd been feeling snuggly and tired before, but after getting up, he felt like he was wide awake again. Neither of them had had coffee or breakfast yet, and he could feel his stomach starting to gurgle in protest. So, Blaine made his way out to the kitchen after tossing on one of Kurt's t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. He wanted to be surrounded by Kurt while he cooked for them.

As he headed into the main part of the loft, Blaine saw a piece of paper sitting on the table. He walked over and noticed it had his and Kurt's name written on it in Rachel's handwriting, her signature gold star peeking out from the bottom of the page.

He opened it up to read what was inside.

So, I'm leaving the loft until you head back to New York, Blaine. I know you said I didn't have to, but after hearing you two this morning, I definitely don't want to be here. I'm gonna see if I can stay with Cedes or something. Anway, you two have fun. I'll see you Monday night, Kurt.

Rachel Berry ⭐

I guess that was kind of sweet of her, Blaine mused, setting the note back down and heading into the kitchen. He stopped by the coffee pot first, measuring out the water and the grounds before getting it started percolating. Then, he headed for the fridge to figure out what they had that he could make for breakfast. There was a carton of eggs in the fridge, and he found a package of bacon in the freezer. He also spotted a package of waffle mix in the cupboard and decided that that would make for a perfect brunch.

So, he pulled the eggs out and started preparing the batter. When it was finished, he set it aside for a minute, getting the bacon out so he could start to thaw it. Then, he looked for the waffle maker that he knew his parents had gifted to Kurt for graduation. He sighed when he spotted it. Of course, it's on the top shelf… Where else would it be? Do they at least have a stool?

Blaine scanned the loft for any signs of a stool or small step ladder, but he came up empty. Growling softly in defeat, he headed back to the kitchen, standing up on his tippy-toes to try to reach even the cord of the waffle maker. No luck.

"Do you need me to get it for you?" came Kurt's voice.

With a huff, Blaine ground out, "How dare you insult the vertically challenged?"

Kurt's melodious chuckle floated back to his ears. "Okay, then."

Blaine continued to reach for it, straining and grunting as he tried to get his fingertips to brush the edge or come into contact with the waffle maker somehow. He knew it was useless. He couldn't even consistently touch the lip of the shelf. Finally, he sighed defeatedly, whining, "Help meee." He turned to Kurt with a pout on his lips.

"Of course, darling," Kurt replied, coming over and pressing a kiss to his lips before reaching up and swiping the waffle maker off the shelf easily. "There you go," he said, offering it to his boyfriend. Then, he looked around the kitchen at the various bowls and ingredients Blaine had spread out all over the counter. "Whatcha makin'?"

"Waffles. I thought I'd make you breakfast in bed while you took a post-sex nap," Blaine answered, carrying the waffle maker to the counter and plugging it in. "But I guess I can't make you breakfast in bed if you're not actually in bed."

"That's okay," Kurt said. "Need any help?"

"No. Just sit down," Blaine answered. "Let this be one of my Valentine's Day gifts for you."

"Blaine, you really don't need to—"

"Kurt, please." His eyes were big and pleading as turned to look at his boyfriend.

Defenselessly, Kurt put up his hands, taking a seat at the table, folding his arms across his chest, and crossing his legs.

For a while, it was quiet except for the sounds of Blaine making breakfast. Kurt watched him, appreciation on his face. He was head over heels in love with this boy, this man that was his and only his. Sure, they had their rough patches, but when it came right down to it, Blaine was the sweetest man who would do anything and everything for Kurt without him asking or even breathing a word of what he needed. Somehow, Blaine just always knew, and that was what Kurt loved about him. He could read him in the best way, love him like no one else ever could. So, softly, Kurt began to sing.

"I call you, when I need you my heart's on fire

You come to me, come to me, wild and wild

You come to me

Give me everything I need

Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams

Speak the language of love like you know what it means

And it can't be wrong, take my heart

And make it strong, baby

You're simply the best

Better than all the rest

Better than anyone

Anyone I ever met"

Blaine looked over at him and smiled, carrying a plate over to the table and sitting it down in front of Kurt. "Your breakfast is served," he said quietly. Then, he returned to the kitchen, making a plate of his own before joining Kurt at the table with two cups of coffee as well.

They ate quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the food. Eventually, Blaine broke the silence. "This is really hard, Kurt," he whispered, his voice cracking on the word "hard."

Kurt was surprised, when he looked up, to see tears leaking out of his boyfriend's eyes. His brows immediately furrowed, and he reached out to cover Blaine's hand with one of his own, his thumb automatically moving across the back of Blaine's. "Honey…" he whispered. "What's wrong?"

"I just want this to be our life," Blaine answered wetly, swiping at his cheeks with his other hand. "I just want us to be able to wake up and have breakfast and sex and sing. I want…" He stopped, closing his eyes tightly for a minute. "I have to go back home tomorrow, Kurt, and be miles and miles away from you again. I don't know if I can do it."

"Hey…" Kurt whispered, wrapping his fingers around Blaine's hand and tugging gently on him. "Come here." He scooted his chair back, opening his arms to his boyfriend. "Come here a second."

Quick as a flash, Blaine dove into Kurt's arms, cuddling into his chest as he sat in his lap. He sniffled pitifully.

"You're right," Kurt answered. "This is really hard. It's the hardest thing I've ever done, being away from you, and it breaks my heart to think about you being so far away from me again in mere hours."

A sob came from deep within Blaine's chest.

Kurt responded by wrapping his arms tighter around his boyfriend's waist. "Sometimes I wonder if I made a mistake coming out here for school when you still had a year left at McKinley."

"What? Kurt, I told you that you should come out here. You weren't happy in Lima. We tried that, remember?"

"Yeah," Kurt answered. "Yeah. I know. I just miss you so damn much…" Tears were starting to leak out of the corners of his eyes, too. "I miss you so much that, sometimes, I cry instead of doing homework. I feel like there's this hole in my chest that I can't fill because you're not here for me to hug and kiss, and I'm not there to hug you and whisper how much I love you."

"This isn't your fault, Kurt. This is what's best for you. I—"

"I'm really proud of us," Kurt admitted, fighting his tears. He could sense that he needed to be strong for Blaine, could read that that was what his boyfriend needed. "This is the hardest thing we've ever done, and we're surviving. We're learning how to communicate better than we've ever communicated before. We're studying and getting good grades and still finding time for each other. And look at how long we've been doing it. It's already the middle of February."

Blaine nodded. "I haven't seen you since New Years… A month and a half is too long without you."

"I know. I agree." Kurt hugged him even closer, pressing kisses into his hair. "It's almost over, though. We just have to survive the rest of this month, March, April, and May. Then, you're coming out here at the beginning of June, and we don't have to be apart anymore."

"That's so long…"

"Kinda," Kurt agreed. "We have spring break the same week in March, though. And we're going to spend all week going on dates because I'm coming home, remember? We'll have time to romance each other. And then, I'll be back for Easter break in April and graduation in May. Then, it will be June and you will be here. We'll be together for good."

"Not living together." The statement was a pout.

"Not the first year," Kurt replied. "We agreed with your parents that we needed to give you a year to get used to college. After that, though, if we want our own place, if we're ready for that step in our relationship, we can. And we can spend all of this next year, from June to June, planning and apartment shopping and daydreaming. Together. In my bed." He pushed Blaine away just enough to give him a quick smile.

Blaine replied with his own tiny smile. "Really? We can plan for a whole year?"

"Sure," Kurt agreed. "Longer if you want. We could start now."

There was silence for a minute. Then, Blaine said, "I don't want to go back to Lima tomorrow."

"I don't want you to either. I know that you have to, though. And I don't want to spend all our precious time together dwelling on that. I want to just spend time together, loving you. We can watch movies, go shopping, play games, or spend the day in bed together." He thumbed toward the end of the table. "I read Rachel's note."

Blaine giggled. "I guess we were too much for her."

"Good," Kurt answered. "I could use a break."

They both chuckled at that before Blaine sat up a bit, pressing a kiss to Kurt's lips. "Thanks."

"For what?"

"For loving me through that. For helping me feel better. You're my rock, Kurt, and it's been so hard without you. Like you said, though, we've come so far, and I'm really proud of us. Whenever we need each other, we're always there for each other. You…" He paused, a wide grin spreading across his face. "You're simply the best…"

Kurt smiled, giving him a gentle shove. "You're hilarious, honey. We'd better eat this breakfast before it gets cold."

"Yeah." Slowly, Blaine slid off his chair, going back to his seat and grabbing his fork. After a bite or two, he asked, "Can I give you your Valentine's gifts after breakfast?"

"I'd love that."

Blaine gave him another smile, humming under his breath. "You're simply the best…"

Kurt joined in. "Better than all the rest…"