So thanks again to everyone who read my little Klaine fic :) It started out as just a simple idea: let's write a songfic about Candles! And then it turned into a 14k fic, lol. Well, this is the fluffy epilogue I promised. I hope you like it, and if you do, don't hesitate to let me know (by the way, the same goes if you don't like it, just tell me haha). Hope to see you around, I might write some more in the near future! Keep your eye out for new stuff :)

x Janneke

E P I L O G U E

'Wow, déjà vu.'

Blaine's head snapped up and saw Kurt peeking around the door of his room, holding two steaming cups of what looked like coffee.

'What, you mean me with my head on my arms looking defeated and alone and you bringing me coffee?' Blaine said, smiling as he let Kurt into the room. There were still some unpacked boxes but most of his stuff had found a place.

Kurt nodded, sat down on the bed and handed Blaine his cup. 'Medium drip, the way you… Wait, I don't even know if that's the way you like it.' He frowned.

Blaine sniggered and sat down next to Kurt, taking a sip. 'Mmm. That's exactly the way I like it. Well, it is now.' He took another long swig. 'Thanks.'

'So why exactly were you looking defeated and alone?' Kurt asked tentatively, expecting to hear Blaine talk about his father or being nostalgic about Waterford.

Blaine gestured towards his desk, where some opened books and a lot of paper were cluttering up the surface. 'Stupid Calculus didn't get any easier and Ethan doesn't pick up his phone so I can't ask him what I'm doing wrong here. I thought maybe McKinley would have a less – What?'

Kurt was trying so hard to stifle his laugh and swallow his coffee properly at the same time his head was slowly turning red. When he was finally able to get rid of his coffee without staining Blaine's new sheets, he grinned at Blaine, relieved. 'I thought you were… Well, never mind what I thought.'

'No, tell me!' Blaine said, putting away his now empty cup. He pulled his legs up to the bed and stared at Kurt menacingly. 'Tell me, or I won't kiss you for a day.'

Kurt raised his eyebrows. 'You really think that's going to work?'

Blaine was in the middle of thinking up some witty retort when his train of thought was roughly interrupted by a pair of lips crashing into his. Okay, maybe it wasn't going to work. He felt fingers tangling into his curls and he heard Kurt inhale sharply when he put his hand on the small of Kurt's back, drawing him in ever so close.

Then, Kurt pulled away. Blaine pouted. 'Did I do something wrong?'

Kurt shook his head. 'No no no no. I just thought you'd like to know I could help you with your Calculus homework. I'm a maths genius.'

'You're kidding.'

'I thought I told you – I never kid,' Kurt replied, grinning.

Blaine put both his hands on either side of Kurt's face and stared at him intently. 'I love you.'

Kurt smiled. 'If that's the reward for helping you with your homework, I'm never letting you do your homework by yourself ever again.'

'I'm not kidding,' Blaine said softly.

'Neither am I.' Kurt kissed him lightly. 'I love you too,' he mumbled into Blaine's lips.