Blaine ran his fingertips gently over the drawings as if they were rare and precious things and should not be touched too much, the hesitant way one touched something in a museum, knowing they were in the presence of greatness. He looked at Kurt, a wide-eyed wonder in his face, an understanding that broke through all the self-involved wallowing he had been deeply entrenched in, and a smile broke out on his face, feeling like an old friend he had missed. "This is everything I want. Everything. I can not imagine anything more perfect or beautiful than what you drew in this book."

He softly traced his fingers up over Kurt's cheek, just a perfect and precious as anything in his book. "I love you," he said with immense assuredness, a new focused look in his eyes, seeing the wide path laid before them and the path he must walk to get there, without distraction, without doubt.