Blaine heard the sliding door open and close behind him and a mug appeared before his face. "Thanks," Blaine replied as Kurt handed him a steaming mug of his special hot cocoa.
"No problem," Kurt replied, carefully sitting down next to Blaine and wrapping himself back up in the massive comforter that was now swaddling both of them. It was near the end of January and Kurt was heading back to New York today. His train left mid-afternoon, but it was still the middle of the night, so the boys still had a few hours together. They had vowed to stay up all night watching movies and just being in each other's company. They were now curled up on the Hummels' back porch under a huge comforter looking at the stars. The movies were just a distraction to what was inevitably coming later in the day: goodbye.
"Can I be honest with you?" Blaine asked.
"Of course you can," Kurt replied, leaning his head on Blaine's shoulder.
"I don't want you to go back to New York. I mean, I know you're at this amazing school, but it's not here," Blaine sighed.
"I understand. Next year you can come and join me and we can be together," Kurt said, kissing Blaine's cheek. They were silent for a few moments, or hours, no one knew how long. Soon, pink began to streak across the sky.
"The sunrise is beautiful," Blaine said quietly.
"Just like you," Kurt whispered. Blaine settled into Kurt's warmth.
"I love you so much," Blaine said, the thickness of tears in his voice.
"I love you too," Kurt replied. "Let's go inside and get warm." Kurt and Blaine picked up the blanket and empty mugs and busied themselves making a huge, healthy breakfast for Burt and Carole.