"Blaine, why are we at Dalton? On a Sunday no less? No one's here for us to visit, so this is so pointless." Kurt moaned, his hand still holding on tight to his slightly shorter boyfriend's. He had been complaining the entire car ride out here, saying that his clothes would be ruined by the dust.
Blaine had been at McKinley for a month now, and he had been missing Dalton more and more every day. So he had figured that this would be the perfect chance to do what he'd been wanting to for a long time. He and Kurt had met at Dalton, so figured it'd be fitting to do this when they were visiting.
It was a Sunday, so a majority of the students were home, relaxing at their poolsides in huge houses, their assignments long forgotten. At least until Sunday night, that is.
"Because, I want to show you something," he said, dragging Kurt through the double doors of the school. A smirk found it's way onto his face, despite the butterflies that were flying around in his stomach, fluttering more and more with every step they took, closing in on their destination.
"And what do you have to show me?" questioned Kurt, cocking an expressive eyebrow. He squeezed his boyfriend's hand, letting go to only wrap his arms around his waist, breathing in his clean scent as they walked. Some would say that Blaine smelled like cologne, like he had just gotten out of the shower, but to Kurt only one scent came to mind: safe.
Grinning as he felt Kurt's arms wrap around his waist, he brought him to the end of a staircase, twirling him out, now wrapping the taller boy in his arms, head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, breathing in his cologne. Twirling him out, he moved in close, kissing him gently. They were happy kisses, the type that you would stop in the middle of because you were too busy laughing and smiling, but you couldn't help but continuing, because all you wanted was to taste their lips one more time, even if it was only for a second more.
Kurt broke apart the final kiss, lips hovering above his boyfriend's slightly. "Can you please tell me why we're here, Blaine? I'm dying to know," he smiled again, really hoping Blaine would cave just about now.
Suddenly becoming serious, Blaine cleared his throat, looking at the ground for a moment. "You know how we always joke around? How we're going to move to New York, get married? Have kids?" Kurt nodded, not sure where this was going, wanting him to continue.
"Do you mean it?" The words sounded as if they were crafted from all the insecurites he had developed over the years, and they had come out in four little words. Four words that could change their relationship.
"What? Of course I do!" Kurt said, confusion spilling onto his face. "I mean every word of it. Where is all this coming from?"
Sighing, Blaine took his hand, lips carressing the knuckles gently. "Because that's what I want. I want to be the person you spend the rest of your life with. I want the house, the dog. The big kitchen, the yard with the pool in it. I want to fight over whose turn it is to do the dishes, and to take the garbage out. And I want it all with you. I know, we're both fairly young, but I love you. And I don't think I'd ever want to be with anyone else."
Kurt was silent, watery tears filling up his blue eyes. "I want that, too Blaine."