Blaine was the first one up, but he didn't move, he never wanted to. Kurt was in his arms, cuddled into his chest with a few streams of sunlight shifting through the light curtain and lightly resting on Kurt's bare shoulders and Blaine's face. His fingers drifted through Kurt's soft hair, his fingertips barely touching his partner's scalp.
Warm amber eyes stared at the man; they weren't boys anymore, in his arms just going through his mind time and time again of all the different memories he had created with Kurt.
Thirteen years, Blaine realized as he continued to go through Kurt's hair, the other hand lightly caressing the skin at Kurt's w