I haven't slept properly in forever, and my mind is reeling with emotions and a hundred different ideas, hence, I have no clue what I've written. Review please!

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His dreams were different this time though, a constant tunnel of colours of carnivals, and sounds of the wind, the feel of naked bodies in the middle of a cold winters night and the freshest of tastes of togetherness. Indeed, every corner his mind swerved, there was Blaine. But it wasn't a sad type of remembering, as he thought. And there were no evil monsters fulfilling his deepest fears of seeing Blaine disgruntled on a road or torn apart, limb from limb by a crazy psycho as he'd often night dreamed before. No, it was all happy. It was all Kurt and Blaine - happy and in love, soft touches and warm stares; untouchable and forever.

~~~OOO~~~

It was weird, the way that they had slipped so seamlessly, so easily back into the other's lives. Morning and afternoon coffees, weekend movies, nights spent studying together, as if time had never passed. As if Blaine had never left and Kurt had never cried.

Eventually, Kurt had broken down the wall and told Blaine everything. He'd told him about his mother, about his father, about his battle with the darkness, and the constant fear that came with all the bullying.

Perhaps what had made it all easier, was the fact that Kurt was now a student that sat beside Blaine in lessons day in and day out. Because Karofsky had nearly killed Kurt, and he wasn't safe being there, being away from Blaine anymore.

At first it was clear that Blaine had doubts about letting the boy that had ripped his heart in two, back into his life again. But just one look in his indistinguishable-between-blue-and-green-eyes told him that no, Kurt was his best friend then, now and forever, and whatever it was he was battling, he would hold his hand and dry his tears. So he did. And he just fell harder and harder all over again.

When Kurt had plucked up the courage Blaine had helped him gain, to confront the bully, he'd been there to get him through it. When his dad had gotten married and he'd needed a date, there he had been, dressed to the nine accompanied with a little white rose. They'd sung side by side against New Directions, gossiped about teachers and taken care of the Warbler. They just seemed to forget that they weren't supposed to do these best friend things anymore, because they weren't really anymore.

And one night, they both seemed to realise this at the same time, as they sat on Blaine's bed in his boarding house at Dalton, studying French and Chemistry, when really their heads were both reeling with what had just happened. And feeling their breaths rise and mingle in a weird way together. Or the way they both couldn't stop smiling, without really acknowledging what they were smiling about. Or why there were teeny tiny tears welling in the both of their eyes. Kurt and Blaine just sat there, longing for the first touch, anxious to bring it. Just hoping, dreaming, wishing, the exact same things.

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Blaine had strapped himself to his mirror, determined to make his English Lit monologue on Romeo and Juliet make a little bit of sense, but so far, nothing had worked. But Juliet was stupid, and what the hell was Romeo even thinking and the Friar made him angry in his stupidity, but not really, because Blaine was over thinking everything. And he blamed Kurt. Kurt with his perfect hips and kissable lips, and the part in his hair and the way his ass looked in his slacks. Damnit. He'd promised he'd stop thinking about Kurt, because it got him nowhere. But because it was Romeo and Juliet, and his mind was filled with Kurt, he decided to practice the speech he'd prepared to give to Kurt, whenever he could pluck up the courage.

Staring into the mirror and taking a shaky, deep breath, he began.

"Kurt there is a moment. When you say to yourself, oh there you are; I've been looking for you forever.
I've loved you from the moment we met all those years ago. I loved you when we built sandcastles and played hide and seek. I loved you when we played dress ups, and had tea parties and watched Disney movies. I loved you when I was here, and I loved you so much more when I was there, missing you. I loved you when you stopped talking to me, and I loved you when I convinced myself I hated you to make the pain a little easier. I loved you when we walked down that hallway, and when we sang together. I loved you when we danced with my head on your chest at your dad's weddings, and I loved you in the stories I wrote about us one day. And damnit – I promised myself I would never ever love you this much again, because you have the ability to break my heart into such an infinite number of pieces there's no way n hell I'll ever get put back together. But Kurt, I love you enough to risk that. To risk it all. Because you're the rays of sun that make the days brighter, and I love you, for everything you are, for everything we were, and everything I am. "

He finished with another deep breath, and a somewhat sense of achievement washed over him. That was until he really looked into the mirror and notices a pair of eyes with a colour they have yet to put a name to looking straight back at him. Stars in his eyes, smile drawn on his lips, tears planted on his cheeks, breathe hitching.

"You love me?" his face was tainted with that cocky smile that made Blaine knew he had a good idea forming in his head, which sort of scared him.

"How much of that did you hear?"

"You had me at Oh! Romeo."

Crap.

"Umm." Blaine was, well, lost. What the hell.

But Kurt just inched closer, until there were his eyelashes, tangled with his own. And his sweet smelling breath was mingled in the same air, and they were but a mere closing distance from each other.

"You didn't answer my question." Kurt whispered. "Do you love me?"

"Kurt, did you not just hear – "

But he was cut off by the surprise of Kurt reaching through that final distance, and planting his strawberry-sweet lips on his own. God. Blaine never even knew lips could taste this good, or maybe it was just because it was Kurt. It was all sweet and innocent, closed mouth kisses growing desperate with the clutching of the other's face. But Kurt broke them apart, just, to mutter words to Blaine's lips.

"I love you too Blaine, always and forever."

And he rubbed his nose against Blaine's. "I hope this keeps you warm tonight." He whispered. "Because you don't deserve to be cold." Blaine finished the sentence that had played over and over in his head a hundred thousand times. And they were joined together again. Hands on neck, mouth on mouth. Tongue inching to be deeper in the other. Blaine licking the seam of perfection that separated Kurt's lips. Both begging for entry, every second bringing this kiss that much more heated. And why shouldn't it. Because Kurt had loved Blaine for forever, and now it seemed, Blaine had loved him that long too.

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Somehow, they'd manage to bring themselves to leave the warm alcove of the others lips before clothes were removed, because it was probably too early for that just yet. But they were content. To sit there. On Blaine's bed. With books open. Not acknowledging what had happened, because the kiss was replaying over and over in their minds. Remembering the way their mouths moulded together or the way the hand on the back felt. Or the mix of breath and eyelashes.

Kurt looked up from his Chemistry book and caught Blaine doing the same. And they smiled a smile that mirrored in the others, and blushed violent shades and couldn't help but falling in love all over again.

They fell asleep that night cuddling on the bed, whispering stories of childhood days and the way the wind felt when it ran through your hair. Singing lyrics of songs that's names lay forgotten, like 'I can live without you but, without you I'll be miserable at best. Because there were a playlist of songs that described the feelings of infinity they felt when they were there, in the other's arms. And they always whispered I love you. Because now they were happily and perfectly content with how it had all turned out. In each other's arms, where they had always, and always would belong.

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Checking the clock as he awoke with a start, Kurt hated the night for waking him up from such vivid memories. Blaine was clearer than ever when he was in his mind. And that was beautiful, and how he wished to always remember it. 3:47. Photos were strewn everywhere. Funny, he didn't remember that. But there was one he must have fallen asleep holding. Because it was Kurt and Blaine sharing that first kiss, a fellow Warbler had stuck his head in and got it. There was Kurt. And Blaine. Happy. And so so very much in first love, finally.

Laying himself back down in hopes of returning to dream land, he kissed Blaine's photographed forehead and whispered "because you don't deserve to be cold" and sang himself to sleep with words of I can live without you but, without you I'll be miserable at best.

For in his dreams, he entered a world entirely made of Blaine.

"You'll always be my best friend, remember."