A year. Two (fictional) boys. 365 days, 365 drabbles. So many words, so many readers.

I can't believe it's been a year. This is amazing. So much has happened, so much changed. How do I even begin to describe what I'm feeling?

I'll start with a HUGE thank you. To everyone. Those who read from the beginning and those who joined today. Those who favorited and followed, those who left sweet reviews and those who just silently read. Every single one of you that is reading this right now.

Every one of you has given me the most amazing thing a writer can ask for- a supporting, loving audience. I wouldn't be able to be here today without you guys; I truly mean that. You're wonderful. Thank you so, so, so much.

I took this challenge just thinking to myself, "well, that would be nice if I could actually do this", but I never imagined this.

It's been a year of knowing I can't fall asleep yet because there's a drabble to write, a year of worrying about failed Internet connection, waking up in the middle of the night to upload a drabble that wouldn't go up earlier, telling every one of my friends, at some point, that I can't stay the night because I have to go back home and write, writing in hours so late that they could pass as morning, writing on my phone in a car, thinking about writing when I'm in school or with friends or working… It's been a year or writing, hell yeah.

This year really changed me. In the beginning of it, I typed slowly and my English sucked, and now I'm typing faster than I can talk and I know 'bigger' words than my parents. My writing shaped itself, becoming something that is more me than bits and pieces I've picked off other people. I managed to be responsible and be consistent about something I love. I've learnt what it truly means to be a writer, how it feels, how it sounds and breathes and moves restlessly in your stomach. I know what it means to have characters doing "whatever they want" and "running away from you" as the story goes.

I feel like I've grown, yet I'm still the same girl writing about the same boys, and as a celebration of that, today's drabble, the last drabble of the year 2013, will be a re-make of the first drabble I ever wrote. It's a new year's drabble, and I truly hope you enjoy.

I love you.

See you next year!

New Year's Eve Again

"Ten!"

Kurt stares into Blaine's lovely, lovely hazel eyes. Blaine laughs, barely audible over the noise. They rub their noses together and Kurt smiles a little, playfully pulling away when Blaine leans forward to kiss him.

"Nine!"

Blaine's hand- the one with the glittery fingerless glove Santana gave him- grabs Kurt's lower back, fingers splaying over milky skin under his tight shirt. Kurt shivers at the touch, his entire body shifting closer.

"Eight!"

Someone accidentally pushes them closer together and Kurt's leg rubs against Blaine's crotch. He hisses and Kurt rubs again, licking at Blaine's lips and then pulling away once more.

"Seven!"

Kurt's hands are around Blaine's neck and he slips one into Blaine's hair, ruining the gel to scratch over his scalp. Blaine hums, closing his eyes, and pulls Kurt impossibly closer.

"Six!"

When Blaine opens his eyes, he almost begins tearing up, because the man he's holding is so beautiful and his and they're getting married and the look in his eyes is the epitome of love, scorching hot and endless.

"Five!'

They sway a little in place, a ghost of a dance they shared once. This is almost the beginning of a new year of their lives together. They look and each other and silently wonder to themselves what will it bring.

"Four!"

Kurt murmurs something Blaine can't hear, maybe something about love, words of devotion and forever. It doesn't matter because the way he holds Blaine, almost cradled to his chest, protective and owning and just-want-to-stay-close, speaks louder than any word he can say.

"Three!"

Blaine shifts so Kurt's thigh presses against his again. No one has to know, right? It has Kurt giggling, too, which makes Blaine's chest clench affectionately as his smile grows bigger.

"Two!"

They're so close that there's no need to lean in closer before the kiss. Their hearts beat together, their breaths are in sync. They close their eyes in the same millisecond.

"One!"