Kurt grinned, wide and happy, when Blaine nodded at him, taking in the brightness of his eyes and how it looked like he was smiling, even as a wolf. He was glad that just simply being here with Blaine was enough to make him happy. Kurt huffed a small laugh when Blaine stopped nuzzling into his hand, turning his head to lick at Kurt’s palm instead. Kurt loved the feelings of warmth and contentment flowing through him, loved that he felt safe and cared for and loved by simply just lying there. He loved that Blaine could do that for him without even trying. He continued to watch Blaine with half-lidded eyes, wondering just what Blaine was thinking of at that moment. He stayed still as Blaine moved over him again, his head ducking down. Kurt half-expected him to start licking at his face again, but it never came.
The air left Kurt in a whoosh when Blaine, now a human again, collapsed on top of him. Blaine barely gave his mind a moment to catch up with everything before he was suddenly everywhere, his hands coming up to frame his face and hold him gently and his lips connecting with every part of him that they could reach, finally slotting over Kurt’s own mouth. Kurt sighed into Blaine’s mouth and returned the kiss, lips turning up into a smile at the happy noises Blaine was making. It was only a few seconds before Blaine’s mouth detached from his and began moving all over, over his cheeks and chin and eyelids, kissing everywhere. Kurt grinned and brought a hand up, pushing the hair out of Blaine’s eyes as he stared up at him. “I love you too. So so much,” He breathed out, feeling like he was going to explode from how happy he felt. He then realized that Blaine as a human meant Blaine without clothes and he groaned, letting his head fall back with a dull thump against the comforter under his head, “You really are going to be the death of me, Blaine Anderson.”
Blaine kept kissing at his face, everywhere he could reach, Kurt’s soft lips now fitting properly against his own instead of having to lick at him to give him the semblance of a kiss, until he had tired himself out. Dropping to his elbows on either side of him, Blaine laid his entire body on top of him, not really even considering or thinking about the fact that he was naked, now, and instead watched his boyfriend with a big grin on his face, as Kurt reached up to his hair—he leaned into it; he loved Kurt touching his hair—and told him he loved him, too. Humming happily, Blaine leaned down with the intention of kissing him again when Kurt dropped back down with a groan. Raising his eyebrows, Blaine blinked at him a little. “What do you mean?” he asked, leaning down again and kissing at his jaw quietly, sucking lightly, lips sealing against the pristine skin underneath him, wondering how he was ever going to get enough of him.