Kurt and Blaine were on Kurt's bed cuddling and stealing kisses, their favorite pastime when they could get away with it. They lay facing each other, hands occasionally rising to brush away stray strands of hair. Currently, Blaine had his head tucked in the crook of Kurt's neck. He lay there, silent and unmoving, unsure of how to broach a topic as uncertain as the future. As luck would have it, he didn't need to. Kurt spoke first.
"I know I've expressed concern about getting in to NYADA, to you and just about everyone else," Kurt said softly, unwilling to break the comfortable silence blanketing them anymore than he had to. His hands carded through Blaine's – thankfully – un-gelled hair, drawing comfort from the soothing motions.
Blaine gave a non-committal hum of assent. What Kurt said was true – he was worried, and had every right to be. NYADA was the key to making his dreams come true, and Blaine would see that he got in, one way or another.
"I've been thinking," Kurt continued.
"Should I be worried?" asked Blaine, referencing one of their favorite musicals.
"Very funny, Anderson," said Kurt snidely, but Blaine could tell there was no malice behind his tone. "What I wanted to say is that I had an epiphany, of sorts, watching Mr. Schue propose to Miss Pillsbury."
Smiling, Blaine unexpectedly kissed to Kurt's exposed collarbone, eliciting a soft moan. In a teasing, but loving, manner, Kurt swatted at Blaine, attempting to regain some of the boundaries they inevitably crossed when given the opportunity to be intimate with each other, rare as it was.
"Before I was so rudely interrupted," he went on, "I was going to say that I couldn't care less about NYADA anymore. Seeing our teachers express their love so assuredly made me realize that you are my future, Blaine Anderson."
Blaine froze. Kurt had just said exactly what he'd been planning to say mere moments before, and he had absolutely no idea how to respond.
"Oh, god . . . Kurt," he murmured, his boyfriend's name escaping his lips as though it were a reverent prayer or a desperate plea. He then settled for swiftly capturing Kurt's lips with his, only releasing him when the need for oxygen became too much to bear. "I. love. you. so. much," he whispered, punctuating each word with a kiss.
Meanwhile, Kurt, for his part, lay there and let Blaine have his way with him. He knew that Blaine recognized the significance of his admission. He also knew that Blaine – unused to such overt devotion – was currently too overcome to respond beyond touching. So he let him.
Eventually, Blaine began to chuckle, then laugh, so hard that tears streamed down his face. Pretty soon, though, his crying had become hysterical. As Kurt had sagely observed, he was unused to being cared for and loved. For Kurt to make such a blatant statement that Blaine mattered over NYADA was monumental.
Giving Blaine a moment to compose himself and regain control, Kurt settled for cupping Blaine's neck with one hand and rubbing his back with the other. "Shh . . . Honey, it's alright . . . shh," he whispered soothingly into Blaine's ear.
Slowly, Blaine recovered enough to offer Kurt a sheepish smile as an apology for breaking down so completely. "Sorry. It's just . . . I was preparing to say the exact same thing. You're my future, Kurt. I don't care where I end up, as long as I'm with you. I don't care what I end up doing, as long as I'm with you. When I think of the future, all I see is you. Kurt Hummel, to quote Mr. Schue, I love you with everything I am and everything I ever hope to be. I know that the future's uncertain for us, but I give you my solemn pledge that I'm yours, heart and soul. I just . . . I love you, Kurt."
Although slightly stunned, Blaine's passionate speech did not fully catch Kurt off guard. He'd know that he's boyfriend's emotions ran deep, but he'd never realized how much. To be ignored by one's parents would do that to a person, though. So it stood to reason that he would have a lot of feelings bottled up.
"I love you too, Blaine, more than life itself," he replied simply. And he did. Blaine was his whole world. Without him, Kurt was nothing.
No more needed to be said at that point. The two boys had reached a new level of understanding in regards to their relationship. As the song went, no mountain was too high, no river too wide that their love could not overcome. And when the time was right, they would declare their love to the world by getting married, just as Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury (soon to be Schuster) were doing.