(Alright, sorry for the lateness. Sappy ending is sappy. Enjoy!)

Kurt woke up to Blaine's even breathing, he blinked sleepily. Blaine was reading, and the way his face looked in concentration made him look even more attractive—if that was even possible.

"Hey," Blaine said nonchalantly, he smiled at Kurt. "Sleep well?" He folded the corner of the book he was reading over as a bookmark.

Kurt swatted at him, "don't do that to the book, it ruins the pages." He sat up, scowling. They were still very close. Kurt could feel Blaine breathing slowly.

"Okay, okay." Blaine said amicably, he searched for a bookmark. "Happy now?"

Kurt grinned. "Yes, very much so." He was, being here with Blaine on a snowy day. Warm and happy.

Kurt had always had a thing for Blaine, ever since he'd met him. But the more Kurt got to know Blaine, his quirks, his eccentricities, his love for all things British. The more he seemed to fall for him, Kurt knew Blaine was uneasy about being forward with him. And Kurt was relieved Blaine didn't push him into anything, but sometimes he wanted to know what Blaine wanted out of this. Was he spending his time with Kurt because he liked to, or because he thought it would benefit Kurt?

Questions, questions, Kurt almost sighed before he remembered Blaine was with him.

"What are you thinking about?" Blaine asked, looking at Kurt with those intense eyes. Kurt was sure he could just look at Blaine's eyes all day.

Kurt shrugged, "I guess just about, everything. About life... us." Kurt looked at the ground to avoid Blaine's searching gaze, he knew he was running headfirst into treacherous waters.

Blaine looked thoughtful, he looked at Kurt, "what about us, Kurt?"

Kurt looked up to meet Blaine's eyes, his hazel eyes were so enchanting, they were gentle and intense all at once. Like the rain before a storm. Kurt suddenly realized they were only inches apart, somehow they hadn't met in the middle yet, but Kurt could feel his heart racing and knew their next kiss would be invetible.

He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning his forehead on Blaine's. "I don't want to get you sick," he mumbled.

He felt Blaine smile, "I wouldn't mind, if I got to kiss you again." Blaine took Kurt's hands in his, and somehow managed to look him in the eyes, their foreheads still touching.

Kurt wanted this moment to last forever, how many days had he dreamed of being this close to Blaine? Too many to count, he knew. But now, everything seemed to be falling into place. "I'm not getting you sick, then you couldn't sing." Kurt thought of what a tragedy it would be if Blaine couldn't sing. Ever since he'd "spied" on the Warblers, he couldn't stop remembering Blaine's pretty damn near perfect voice.

Blaine hummed in Kurt's ear, a jaunty Disney-ish tune. He leaned away from Kurt—much to Kurt's dismay—and leaned back against the couch, still holding Kurt's hand in his.

Kurt followed Blaine, since Blaine was practically making him. He ran his free hand through his hair, ugh it was so messy.

Blaine laughed, "Silly, Kurt, your hair always looks nice." Blaine reached over and ruffled Kurt's hair. His eyes mischievous.

Kurt giggled a little even though he was kind of panicking about this whole "messy hair" business.

Blaine stopped ruffling Kurt's hair and brushed his hand down Kurt's cheek. "Kurt," he started hesitating, before he continued. "I just wanted you to know, I really do like spending time with you, it's not just because we're rivals and all. I mean, recently, I've been wanting to spend all my time with you." He laughed a little, "at first I just wanted to help you, you were so broken, and it killed me. But I guess you never really left me. And now we're here and I guess I just want to tell you that I like you in a I want to kiss you all the time and spend every minute with you kind of way." Blaine bit his lip, looking slightly worried. "Did I say too much?"

Kurt blinked, slightly surprised. It was as if Blaine had been reading his mind, all his doubts and uncertainties. He looked down at his hand, which was still holding Blaine's. He smiled and looked back at Blaine who started smiling a little, a look of relief creeping onto his face.

Kurt wasn't quite sure what to say that would top what Blaine had said. Nobody had a way with words quite like Blaine. "I actually like you too, in a I want to kiss you all the time, spend all my time with you kind of way."

Blaine looked obviously relieved now, grinning he became his sure-as-hell self again. "Good because, I don't take "no" as an answer." He leaned forward and kissed Kurt on the cheek, closer to the corner of his mouth then his cheek.

Being sick, screw it. Kurt thought and turned his face to Blaine so their lips met. Blaine seemed surprised at first, but Kurt felt him grinning anyway.

They were making out now, Kurt was on top of Blaine, it was nice, nothing demanding or too fast. Just them, and the feeling that maybe, just maybe everything was right in the world.

Blaine broke away, his breathing heavy. "I told you I didn't care if I got sick," he whispered in Kurt ear.

Kurt grinned at Blaine, "even if you get sick, I can come over and take care of you. I really hope you didn't get sick though." He added, thinking about how miserable he'd felt yesterday.

"Deal," Blaine said. "Even if I get sick though, there's always the next week." He gave Kurt his most dazzling smile.

And that was the best part, Kurt knew he'd have Blaine for hopefully a lot longer then two weeks.