A/N: Two updates in less than a week? Who am I, someone who actually writes things?

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"You seem like you're doing good lately," Blaine comments, brushes a stray hair from Kurt's forehead as they lay in bed, the lazy Sunday morning sun streaming in through the slats of the blinds.

"Yeah, I guess so," Kurt murmurs, traces a finger idly across the planes of Blaine's chest.

Blaine catches his hand, holds it still above his heart. "It's nice," he says. "I like seeing you happier."

Kurt gives him a little smile. "I like being happier," he admits.

It's not that he's happy, exactly, but… happier, yes. He is happier.

He can't help but feel a little guilty, though. It's not that he's done anything he shouldn't, not really. And he certainly doesn't intend to ever hurt Blaine that way. But… shouldn't Blaine be enough to make him happier? Shouldn't his husband be what he needs?

But Blaine reminds him so much of her. Everything about him is her, from the messy brown curls to the way he looks at him with those beautiful brown eyes, and sometimes it hurts so much just being in the same room.

With Sebastian he doesn't have to think about it. He can let himself forget, if only for a little while, let himself feel like there are things in life other than her. And of course she was his whole world, but she's gone now, he can't bring her back, and sometimes he just needs a break from the constant reminder.

Sebastian is a break.

Blaine is the one who encouraged Kurt to go out and do things, make friends, in the first place. He's not doing anything wrong.

He's allowed to have friends.

"Getting out has been good for you," Blaine murmurs.

"Mhmm," Kurt hums his agreement absently.

"We should have Sebastian over some night," Blaine continues, now tracing his own patterns on the back of Kurt's hand.

"We should?" Kurt asks, caught off guard by the suggestion.

"Yeah," Blaine says, like it's obvious. "He's your friend, you talk about him all the time. I wouldn't mind meeting him."

"Oh." It makes sense, of course. They've always known each others' friends, it must feel weird to Blaine, Kurt talking about this other person that his husband has never met. Of course he wants to meet him. And he should want Blaine to meet him, too. They'd probably get along.

"Unless… you don't want me to?" Blaine asks slowly, carefully, and Kurt can tell he's trying to keep his voice light but can hear the underlying hurt.

"Of course I do," he says. "Sorry, I just… hadn't thought of it. I'll ask him."

"Okay, great," Blaine says, face brightening. "Let me know what you figure out, and we can plan something nice. I bet he'd like that baked salmon I used to make."

Kurt's mouth twitches up in a smirk. "If I knew you were going to make your salmon, I'd have suggested this earlier," he teases.

"I knew you only married me for my skills in the kitchen," Blaine teases back, leans over to give him a quick kiss.

"Mmm, it's certainly a perk," Kurt agrees with a nod and a grin.

"I love you," Blaine murmurs, honey-brown eyes locked with Kurt's sapphire blue.

"I love you, too," Kurt repeats, presses their lips together again in a sweet kiss.