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Question 15

Question 15: What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

Kurt moved around in bed and felt an arm pulling him closer. He smiled despite of himself – this was his life now. His boyfriend mumbled something in his sleep and Kurt turned towards him. Blaine was fast asleep but began to stir under Kurt's gaze. He blinked a few times and smiled at the paler boy:

"G'morning."

Kurt smiled back and approached him for a peck on the lips:

"Sorry I woke you up."

Blaine used his arm around Kurt's waist to pull him closer:

"It's always good to wake up to your smile."

Kurt caressed his face:

"I know it's been a couple of weeks already, but I still can't get used to us being boyfriends."

Blaine smirked:

"Let me remind you, then."

Blaine closed the distance between the and awarded Kurt with a chaste kiss. Kurt tried to deepen it, but Blaine pushed away:

"Morning breath."

Kurt giggled and played with a loose curl of Blaine's hair:

"I told you I don't mind. Do you mind my breath?"

Blaine chuckled, pecked his lips again and said:

"Of course not! I just want to keep the mystery in our relationship - well, as much of it as possible with us living together. Anyway, I don't want you to get bothered of me before it's necessary."

Kurt smiled:

"You know that isn't possible."

Kurt tangled their legs together and finally managed the heated kiss he was looking for. They parted lips but remained with their foreheads touching. Blaine licked his lower lip and said:

"Well, it's my turn to cook breakfast."

He was about to get up from bed when Kurt held his arm:

"No sir; you cooked yesterday."

Blaine grinned turning his head to the side and putting on his puppy-dog-eyes to full mode:

"Well, sir; please let me pamper you. You are much better than me at the other meals, let me show off a little bit to impress my boyfriend."

Kurt batted his eyelashes in a sexy way:

"In that case; thank you, Blee. What are you doing to impress me today? And let me just tell you I'm already very impressed by all the thigh muscles and biceps you're showing with those pajamas."

Blaine blushed in that adorable way of his and got closer again to kiss Kurt one more time:

"It's a surprise, gorgeous."

"Gorgeous? You never called me that before..."

"Really? Because for me you are gorgeous all the time."

Kurt could feel his cheeks beginning to warm up. Blaine blew him a kiss and disappeared to the kitchen.

The taller boy stretched and reached for his phone while he waited for his boyfriend to come back and treat him like a king. Kurt had never been in a relationship like the one he had with Blaine. Firstly, he had never fell for his best friend. Secondly, Blaine was better than any romantic daydream Kurt could ever remember.

Still thinking of Blaine, he was absently minded checking his emails. Until something called his attention and he started to scream:

"Blaine! Blaine!"

Blaine came running startled with a spatula dripping in his hands:

"What happened?"

Kurt took one look at him and pitied his boyfriend:

"I'm sorry, Blee; I didn't mean to scare you. It's something that has the potential to be very good news."

"Then say it, for crying out loud!"

Kurt smiled and showed the front of his phone:

"I got an email from the MacArthur Foundation. I haven't open it yet, but what if I won the grant?"

Blaine grinned and got on bed on his knees to approach where Kurt was sitting:

"Then I'd be one proud boyfriend that my bae is so talented."

Kurt considered picking his cuticles but decided against the nasty habit. He looked from Blaine's smiling face to the phone, unsure of what to do. Blaine nodded his head encouraging him to go on. Kurt opened the email and started reading out loud:

"Dear Mr. Hummel, we're pleased to inform that you are the winner of a grant..."

Before he could continue, he was silenced with Blaine's lips crashing against his. Blaine broke the kiss with a loud smack and held Kurt's face between his hands:

"So damn proud of you. I can barely wait to see your play being produced and I sitting on the front row with a gigantic bouquet of yellow roses to give to my favorite famous writer."

Kurt smiled and kissed his boyfriend again:

"I gladly accept the roses if you accept my bouquet of white ones for being the composer of the songs of my play."

Blaine turned around and looked down. Kurt had hit a sore spot. He approached the curly headed boy and hugged his shoulders from behind. Blaine accepted the hug but shook his head:

"I can't compose for you."

"Why not?"

"I'm not ready to show my music to the world."

Kurt began to kiss the back of his neck:

"Don't you want to collaborate with me?"

Blaine melted into the kiss:

"I can't, gorgeous; besides, you already have a collaborator."

"Charles was paid to write some songs and didn't do a very good job at it. You know how show changes while they are in production. I won the grant; I can decide what's best for the show and he always knew that. The best for the show is you. I don't know anyone half as talented as you."

Kurt moved his kisses to a spot behind Blaine's ear that he knew drive the other boy crazy. Blaine tilted his head back to welcome his boyfriend's caresses. Kurt could feel that Blaine was completely his at the moment. He mumbled a "I'll think of it." that Kurt considered as a victory and then turned around to engage in celebratory sex like was Kurt's goal all along.