In that moment, everything was perfect. All of the hurt, anger, pain, and betrayal – not to mention, however loathe he was to admit it, jealousy – that Kurt had been feeling melted away, leaving only love in its wake – love for Blaine, and what they shared.
Staring into his boyfriend's beautiful hazel eyes, which seemed to gleam in the soft glow emanating from the bedside lamp, a tender smile played across his face, softening his features even further.
"Hi," he whispered.
"Hey, there," Blaine replied, smiling gently back at him.
The pair remained transfixed by the other's gaze, lost in the endless orbs that were the portals to their souls. Finally, unable to resist the temptation any longer, Kurt leaned over, closing the gap between him and Blaine and connecting their lips in a sweet and chaste kiss. Pulling away only slightly, yet keeping their foreheads pressed together, they smiled at each other.
Ever since they'd done "the deed," neither had seemed to be able to stop grinning. They were a part of each other now. They'd given themselves so completely and were more vulnerable than they'd ever been before. Yet, they were stronger for their weaknesses, because they'd faced and conquered them together.
In a moment like this, words were overrated.
Sure, one or the other could ask if they regretted what they'd done. They could each offer assurances that they'd enjoyed everything about the experience and would be willing to do it again (and soon). They could exchange flowery compliments that would bloom in a brilliant burst of emotion, but fade by morning.
No, in that moment, no words were needed. And really, what words could sum up what either boy was thinking or feeling? They were of one heart and one hand now. There was no taking back what had passed between them, not that either one would if they could.
A single tear – one of joy – trailed down Kurt's pale cheek, only to be caught on the tip of Blaine's finger. Kurt met Blaine's eyes, only to find them also swimming with tears.
Neither boy could recall a time when they'd been so happy, or when they'd laid themselves bare and been accepted as they were. And it was this that was the reason for their tears – they had each other, and neither needed to be alone, ever again.
"I love you, Kurt," Blaine whispered, cupping one of his slightly flushed cheeks in such a reverent manner as though he could hardly believe his luck that this exquisite boy was his and his alone.
"I love you too, Blaine," Kurt replied, mimicking his actions and reaching out a hand for his face, only straying slightly to tangle his fingers in Blaine's now gel-free curls.
Kissing once more, they cuddled close and waited for sleep to claim them, safe in the knowledge that the other would still be there when they woke up the next morning.