A/N: As promised. I actually wrote this one about 4 weeks ago, but anyway. Thanks guys for the positive stuff. It was really lovely waking up to your love. I missed you guys heaps. This one definitely isn't to standard like the other, but it's the sequel to the tattoo fic. Also, if Klaine sang 'Just Give Me A Reason', I would be sobbing into my pillow for about a week.

Edit: Thanks to gleek,me (and yea, a comma because the silly thing won't let me put a dot...) for pointing out my stupid mistakes. I'm usually better than this but...*shrug*

Rating: PG

"Close your eyes and just go nuts..."

Blaine chuckled, staring at the man with wide, happy eyes. He loved moments like these. Kurt lay next to him, his long body all pale and naked between the sheets - his eyes sleep-ridden and the lightest blue Blaine had ever seen. He leaned forward to kiss the slightest stubble from his jaw, his skin almost gold in the warm light flooding into the room.

"Maybe with a sharpie." he chuckled.

"With ink." Kurt pressed. 'You did such a good job last time."

His forearm came out from beneath the blankets, the black ink shining on the words 'I Want to Hold Your Hand'.

"I had a pattern. A stencil, to follow." he protested softly, fingers running over the lettering. "It's different."

Kurt pouted again, and Blaine laughed, kissing at his lower lip gently. Kurt smiled, kissing him back before he made a small noise, pulling back.

"Draw something for me!" he exclaimed, sitting up.

The sheets pooled around his waist and Blaine took a moment to trace his fingers over his bare chest.

"Something?"

"Anything." Kurt breathed, suddenly excited. "Mark me."

Something flashed through Blaine and he and he raised an eyebrow. He crossed his arms behind his head, trying hard to make it look like those two words hadn't aroused the crap out of him.

"Mm." he contemplated softly.

"We...we should both do it. Design something for the other." he said softly. "And I want your name. I don't care if you don't want mine."

Blaine's brow furrowed. "Don't be silly. Of course I want your name."

Two months. They'd been dating for two months, and they were getting their names tattooed on each other. Blaine knew it was too soon, but somehow it felt right.

"You know it's permanent, right?" Blaine said quietly, wanting to make sure Kurt knew what it meant.

He nodded, taking Blaine's hand and kissing it. "So are we, right?"

Blaine gave him the barest of smiles, his hand moving over Kurt's chest, trying to imagine his name in ink, covering Kurt's body.

Kurt watched him, lip wedged between his teeth. "You don't seem to be too enthusiastic..."

Blaine licked his teeth. "People are going to have something to say about it. Our friends, in particular."

"And?" he asked. "Who cares what anybody thinks?"

Blaine swallowed hard, taking a deep breath, and Kurt gave up with a resigned sigh, looking away.

"Hey..." Blaine cupped his cheek. "You know it was never a question of whether I loved you enough to get your name." he reassured him. "But...your parents...our friends."

Kurt gave him a small smile, leaning over to kiss him gently. "I know...and they can go fuck themselves if they disagree." he beamed. "It's our lives, Blaine Anderson, and I'm going to do what I want."

Blaine chuckled, kissing him back. "I love you."

Kurt gave him a bewildered little smile. It wasn't the first time they'd said it, but it was such a random response to Kurt's rant.

"I love you too."

^.^

Three months later, they sat in Blaine's tattoo parlour with designs for each other.

"Are you sure you want me to do yours?" Blaine asked, wiping disinfectant over his chest.

Kurt nodded. "Yes please." he grinned, and Blaine laughed, leaning down to kiss him.

He glanced at the design he'd draw for Kurt. It wasn't detailed or intricate - just the image of two blow crow wings, a treble-clef making the tail, with Blaine's name making an appearance down the side of each wing in red.

"Ready?" he asked, transferring the design onto his skin. Kurt nodded, relaxing and shuddering out a long breath. He was nervous again.

Blaine started inking, eyes wide and unblinking as he moved the machine over Kurt's chest. Kurt winced and grunted in pain, his fists tightening as the needles pricked him. Blaine was finished close to an hour and a half later, using a cloth to catch the remaining blood that was beading and running down Kurt's chest.

By this time, Kurt was singing to himself, head tilted towards the ceiling, until Blaine gently tapped his arm.

"All done, gorgeous." he smiled.

Kurt tared down, eyes bright and happy. Blaine pulled a mirror up and Kurt laughed excitedly.

"Blaine, look at it!" he exclaimed, swallowing hard.

Blaine chuckled, rubbing the soap and cream over it, before attaching the bandage over the top.

"It's beautiful." he breathed softly, squeezing Blaine's hand.

"It does look good." he agreed modestly. "I can't wait until it's healed."

Kurt nodded, eager to move on. "Your turn." he beamed.

"James!" Blaine called, and the other tattoo artist entered. "Kurt, meet James. He did my other tattoos as well."

Kurt smiled at the other man, his eyes flicking back to where he could spot a few of Blaine's tattoos. His collarbone had a musical staff, with Katy Perry's 'Teenage Dream' chorus, and a red rose in a glass case on his arm from 'Beauty and the Beast.'

"Reference?" James questioned, and Kurt handed him the sheet of paper. James studied it as he shifted the design to Blaine's bicep.

It was the Disney Castle in blue, with paw prints leading to the entrance. Kurt's name was written in the Disney font. Blaine had loved it the moment Kurt showed him, quickly agreeing.

James worked quietly as Kurt gripped Blaine's hand, fascinated as he watched the needles. Blaine seemed quite content, watching Kurt lovingly. It took two and a half hours before they were able to leave, with Kurt's chest and Blaine's bicep bandaged.

^.^

A week later, Kurt stood with his arms wrapped around Blaine's torso. The shower water streamed down around them, and Blaine turned and pressed a sneaky kiss to the ink of his chest. He glanced up at Kurt from under his dark lashes, smiling coyly.

"Mine." he murmured, and Kurt chuckled, pulling him up and kissing him hard.

"Mine."

A/N: Also, I don't know if I've mentioned this, but if any of you want to design a cover for 'A Collection of Klaine', go right ahead. Depending on if anyone decides to do it, we'll pick our favourite (or rotate), and stuff. Just send me a PM and we'll talk.