Disclaimer: Glee is not mine.

The clouds drifting overhead split and swirl and reform like lazy white cotton amoebas. Kurt lets out a quiet, contented sigh, arching his back before settling comfortably on the picnic blanket. He looks too breathtaking to be real, Blaine thinks as he watches his boyfriend move. The dappled light of the afternoon filtering through the tree branches makes Kurt seem to glow as Kurt closes his eyes and smiles that truly happy dimple-popping grin Blaine cherishes more than anything. Blaine wonders sometimes how on earth he ever managed to be this luck, to be the one Kurt reserved his laughs and smiles and achingly sweet kisses for.

Kurt seems to sense Blaine's gaze and turns over on his side. "Something on your mind?" he asks, voice barely above a murmur in the still afternoon. Blaine smiles and shakes his head.

"Just basking," he replies.

"Fretting, more like," Kurt teases. He smooths a finger between Blaine's eyebrows. "You're going to have wrinkles before you're out of high school." Blaine laughs and catches Kurt's hand, kissing the back of it. "What were you thinking about?" Kurt asks, a little more seriously.

"How ridiculously lucky I am," Blaine says, unable to keep the grin from spreading over his face. Kurt goes a little pink at that, and Blaine lifts his hand to stroke the knuckle of one finger over the blush in Kurt's cheek. "I know I do things without thinking and I can't keep my mouth shut and a lot of the time I feel like the biggest, klutziest screw-up ever. But you're always there," he says. "And if I only ever got one thing right, I'm glad it was you."

Kurt laughs, that shy half-laugh, half-sniffle that always seems to come out when he can't think of anything to say. His eyes are shiny and overbright, but that glorious smile is still outshining the sun. He props himself up on one elbow, a hand cupping Blaine's cheek, and whispers "I love you" against Blaine's lips as he kisses him.