Just a little oneshot written at 11 P.M. Enjoy!

(I own nothing.)

Hello, I love you

Kurt sat huddled over his French book at his desk, soaking in the new information. He wrote swiftly across the page of his notebook, pencil scratching at the thin paper. He sensed a presence behind him, but didn't bother to look up to see who it was. He smelled the all too familiar scent of Blaine. His favorite cologne. Blaine leaned against the back of the sofa, looking over Kurt's shoulder.

"Ah," Blaine sighed. "There's nothing like the smell of fresh paper and conjugated verbs in the evening." A playful smirk crossed his lips. Blaine's breath tickled Kurt's cheek. "I think someone is in dire need of a study break," Blaine whispered against his neck. He gently closed the lid of Kurt's textbook. Blaine skimmed his nose along the edge of Kurt's jaw, breathing him in. Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head a little. He felt the warm, wet press of Blaine's mouth on his neck, trailing downward to his collar bone. Kurt shuddered. Blaine smiled against his skin. "You seem to agree." Kurt shook his head slightly, trying to clear it. All of his thoughts had become jumbled and confused.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed. "Blaine, I really need to do my French homework." He didn't listen. Instead, he moved around to the other side of the couch, sitting close to Kurt. He cupped Kurt's face gingerly between his fingers. He rubbed his thumb in slow circles on his cheek. Blaine's lips ghosted over Kurt's, taunting him. Kurt moaned in frustration and longing. He finally gave in, leaning into Blaine's kiss. He let go of his thoughts, allowing his emotions to take over. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him closer. Blaine responded eagerly, placing his hands on Kurt's waist. Their kiss was slow and sweet. Not a sudden inferno, but a steady flame. It kept on burning. This was Kurt's favorite type of kiss. It was the perfect balance of passion and innocence. Make out sessions were great, but too wet for Kurt's taste. And let's face it, anyone can give you a peck on the lips. This was somewhere in the middle, and Kurt was grateful. He smiled against Blaine's mouth.

"Wipe that smile off your face, Hummel," Blaine teased. "This is serious business." A burst of giggles escaped from Kurt's lips. His eyes opened, and he saw Blaine watching him. He broke away from the kiss.

"What is it?" he asked, self-conscious.

"You're just so.." Blaine seemed at a loss for words. "Perfect." Blaine stared at him with a wondrous expression. Like he was seeing the sun for the first time. The tips of Kurt's ears reddened at the intensity of his gaze. His eyes dropped to his lap. Blaine nudged his chin up, forcing Kurt to look at him. "You are. You may not think you are, but I know better." He looked into Kurt's eyes. Kurt didn't seem to be convinced.

Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss

He gave Kurt a chaste kiss on the lips before continuing.

Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?

He put his hands over his heart.

Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time

At that moment, he knew the words he was singing were true. He loved Kurt. But not only that. He was in love with Kurt. His eyes sparkled as he sang the next lines.

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day

Blaine trailed off, unable to see the need of continuing. He'd said what he needed to say. Kurt marveled at him, his expression hopeful, and somewhat pleading. He so desperately wanted Blaine's words to be true.

"Kurt," Blaine began. "There couldn't be any better words for my feelings for you." Blaine's eyes were wide and honest, begging Kurt to know how much he meant to him. "I love you, Kurt Hummel. Until my dying day."

Kurt's vision was clouded by moisture. A tear rolled down his cheek and he pulled Blaine into a crushing hug. He kissed him fiercely, almost as if to say I love you too. He untangled himself from his hold on Blaine, gazing deeply into his eyes. Blaine needed to know that he felt the same way.

"Come what may," Kurt choked out between his tears. "I will love you, Blaine Anderson. Until my dying day." He let his words sink in for a moment. "Or until I get sick of you." He winked at Blaine, pulling him in for a kiss. Blaine laughed against his lips, wrapping his arms around the boy he loved. He was so lucky. So lucky to have this beautiful boy in his arms. So lucky to be able to call him his. He grasped Kurt tighter, never wanting to let him go.

They left all thought behind, vanishing inside their kiss.

Their little piece of perfection.

So, yeah, just a little drabble. I might write more if I get a good response. R&R?