18

Sunrise, Sunset

So warm here, so soft. A gentle breath tickled his eyelashes, in incredibly soft snore coming from slightly parted lips. The sun kissed his skin in its early morning rise, warming him and the bed beneath him as well as the body beside him. Arms wrapped protectively around him, sure and loving. Kurt wished so desperately to see what Blaine looked like right now, to see him without anger or pain or fear, to see him completely at peace, cradled in sleep and his reciprocating embrace. God, how he wished to see it.

He ran his fingers through his thick curls, feeling them slide and unravel on his fingertips, touching him delicately so as not to wake him. He'd given everything to this beautiful, beautiful boy before him and known it was completely, totally worth it. Every second.

He recalled the night before, underneath all the chaos and the frantic rhythm his heart had thundered out, the scars that had covered Blaine's skin that were now mapped out in his mind. Nearly all of them put there by his father, creating such a vivid landscape of pain. His chest clenched even thinking about it now. Blaine sighed in his sleep, nuzzling closer to him, putting his lips directly beside his neck. Kurt gasped a little, trying to ignore the gooseflesh that rose on his skin at the near contact. He pressed a hand to his cheek, carefully touching his features, making a photograph in his mind as to what this could possibly look like. He knew he'd never come close to capturing Blaine's beauty, but it was certainly worth a shot.

"Mm," Blaine hummed suddenly, startling him. He jumped again when his lips touched his neck, shivering softly. "Good morning."

"Hi," he breathed, smiling at him. Blaine grinned back.

"You look beautiful," he said, smile widening when the blood rushed to his cheeks. "I love it when you do that."

"I'm trying to break the habit, actually," he muttered. Blaine kissed his neck again.

"Don't. It's great," he said happily, far too blissful and lost in Kurt's eyes. "So, last night...that was good, right? I mean, you-" Kurt kissed him, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"No regrets," he winked. Blaine grinned back.

"Good! Great, that's great. Really great. I'm glad," he stammered, stumbling over his words, causing Kurt to stifle giggles. He cleared his throat. "That's awesome."

"You weren't so bad yourself," he teased, lost in his own lovestruck aura. "What time is it?"

"Almost eleven," he sighed, pressing his forehead to his. Kurt gasped, scrambling off the bed and searching frantically for his underwear. Blaine jumped, taken aback by his sudden departure.

"What's wrong?"

"My parents are gonna be home any minute!" He exclaimed, still searching frantically.

"Shit!" Blaine snatched up his shorts and his jeans, yanking them up as fast as he could, grabbing his shirt in the process. He looked over at Kurt, giggling softly. "Left...left...up...right there."

"Thank you," he huffed, blushing and yanking it over his hips. He Blaine hopped around the bed, the sound of the garage filtering through the otherwise silent house, catching Kurt's slight waist in his hands, pulling him close. "Blaine!"

"Just one," he whispered, kissing him deeply, sighing softly.

"Okay," Kurt sighed, his breath gone. "Go, go, go, go!"

Blaine rushed out grinning and clambering into his own bed, trying to level his breathing in case Burt or Carole checked in on him. He squeezed his pillow, sighing in a giddy way he'd normally never allow.

I never thought I'd ever feel this way about someone, he thought blissfully, shutting his eyes. He's completely taken over my mind. He...he's so perfect.

Kurt found a T-shirt in his dresser and scrambled into bed as Burt and Carole clattered around the kitchen, falling against the pillow, and trying not to smile as broadly as he wanted to. That boy...God, he was so handsome, and caring, and gorgeous.

I love him so much. He's perfect.

Both lovers fell asleep with ridiculous smiles on their faces, happy. So very, very happy.

Kurt bounced around the kitchen, passing him a few eggs while he whisked cream together, humming softly to this week's group song, practicing harmonies.

"Flat," Blaine remarked. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I know, I know," he grumped.

"Are you sure you don't want any help?" Carole said, poking her head in the kitchen.

"You've made dinner every night this week, don't worry about it," Blaine assured, shooting her a rare smile.

"If you say so," she sighed, stepping back into the living room.

They continued singing, teasing, reaching around each other just as an excuse to touch. Blaine pecked Kurt's neck a few times just to watch him blush, constantly staring at him in awe. He wrapped his arms around his waist, kissing behind his ear before whispering, "I love you." Kurt grinned.

"I love you too." He held him for a moment, shutting his eyes and resting his forehead against his neck. He relished in these few moments, being near the angel that had rescued him from his private hell. He deserved so much more than anything he could offer him. Hell, he deserved a prince that would take him away and care for him for the rest of his life.

He was trying to be that for him, trying to be perfect because damn it, Kurt may not have asked for it but anyone as lovely as him only deserved the best. "I start at your dad's shop Monday," he said happily, stepping away. Kurt beamed, tossing his handful of vegetables into the pot.

"You didn't tell me about that," he said, turning to him. Blaine smiled, kissing him.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," he admitted. Kurt smiled back, dimple peeking in his cheek.

"I'm glad," he said. Silence fell for a moment. "Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"You are...happy, right?" He said quietly.

"Of course I am." He caught his waist again, hugging him. "How could I not be? I'm here, with you. I get to sing, I get to kiss you, I get to go to class with you, see my friends and I'm not getting the shit knocked out of me every day. I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life." Kurt sighed, smiling and rolling his eyes.

"What have I done?" He teased. "I turned you into a softy." Blaine chuckled.

"You're just too good of an influence," he said, kissing him again.

The doorbell sounded, eliciting a sigh from Kurt. "I've got it!" He called, stepping away from him. Blaine wilted, going back to setting the table.

Kurt hopped around the corner, reaching for the knob and cautiously opening the door. "Who is it?"

"Uh, I'm looking for Blaine Anderson? I was told he was staying here," an unfamiliar voice said, incredibly uneasy.

"Blaine," he called over his shoulder, still gripping the knob much too hard. "Who are you?" He asked, wary.

"I'm-"

"What's up, babe?" Blaine said, stopping beside him, slipping his hand in his back pocket. "Who's...?" His eyes met the strangers and he tensed, the color draining from his face.
"Blaine, who is it?"

"Oh my god," the stranger said, relief and a smile in his voice. "Blaine."

Blaine stared, swallowing hard. "Cooper."

-I know, it's so short! I will update much sooner next time, I swear! And it'll be longer!-