A/N: My whole week of holidays was spent trying to rewrite 'THE CHAPTER' without anyone seeing. I lost most of my documents from some virus that my friend 'accidentally' downloaded. -.- *Pissed*

Rating: G

Kurt loved kissing.

Well, he loved kissing Blaine. Not that he had kissed anyone else properly, but he knew that kissing Blaine was what kissing should feel like.

It was Christmas and birthdays and Easter and every public holiday all rolled into one.

Kurt found he could tell what kind of mood Blaine was in just from their morning kisses.

If it was quick and tight-lipped, Blaine was pissed.

Sloppy and giggly, then Blaine was happy.

Long and romantic meant that Blaine probably had a bad night.

In fact, Blaine was so expressive through his kisses, he was beginning to think Kurt was psychic.

"You okay?" Kurt asked, pulling back from a particularly long morning kiss.

Blaine's eyes narrowed in confusion.

"What?"

"You seem sad."

Blaine had been grinning seconds before the kiss.

"How…did you know?"

Kurt shrugged, planting a quick kiss on his lips and taking his hand.

"Come talk to me about it."

Blaine looked on in wonder, a bit confused, but allowed himself to be pulled towards the benches.

"Dad came home last night,"

Kurt's face contorted into a genuinely concerned frown, biting his lower lip nervously.

"Are you okay?"

Blaine nodded. "Didn't touch me this time…" he muttered darkly. "But I could hear him swearing at my mother about me…"

Kurt squeezed his hand comfortingly, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

Blaine had also taken Kurt's kisses into consideration – perhaps not in such depth.

Kurt had three ways of kissing.

The reassuring 'I can fix everything with my kisses' kind of kiss. They normally followed sad movies, or particularly depressing conversations, such as this one. They were tender, just enough to make Blaine feel like he was worth something.

The 'I love you' kiss. It was sweet and lovely, reserved for when they were alone.

The 'you're the only one in the world that I'll ever see properly and I love you so much' kiss. Filled with love and heat that tempted the question 'should we go further'? These generally followed the number 2 kiss.

Honestly, Blaine liked the second kiss the best.

It didn't matter that the third one got him hard and wanting more, and it didn't matter that the first one made him feel safe and wanted.

The 'I love you' kiss was the one that told Blaine that Kurt was his everything. That Kurt loved him and wouldn't leave him; the one that reassured Blaine that he was in it for the long run, and the one that meant the most.

Blaine leaned forwards and pecked Kurt on the lips, giggling, with Kurt grinning back with a strange, knowing smile.

A/N: Just a bit of fluff. Nothing too special.