Blaine woke up feeling tired, his brain fuzzy with exhaustion. He opened his eyes and for a moment forgot where he was, before the events of the previous night came back in a flash. Him and Kurt had gone out to a party (this time he had sworn against drinking anything but coke and water), and he had come home with Kurt and passed out on Kurt's chair.

He looked over at the bed where Kurt was laying on his back, fiddling with the edges of the blanket in his sleep. He smiled and sat up, brushing hair out of his eyes. Kurt's eyes fluttered open and he rolled over onto his side, muttering something about science homework and not getting in trouble for things you haven't done.

"Good morning," Blaine said cheerily, slipping on his shoes. He straightened his shirt and looked over at Kurt. "Can I borrow a comb? And possibly a mirror please?"

"Good morning," Kurt returned, rolling over again so his face was in the pillows. "A comb is in the bathroom and there's a mirror there."

Blaine walked over and sat on the side of the bed. "Up," he said with a lopsided smile. "Get up."

"Blaine I am tired," Kurt said, taking a pillow and attempting to throw it at Blaine. The pillow missed by a large margin and hit a wall.

"Roll over," Blaine commanded, tugging on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Ugh," Kurt groaned- but he rolled over anyway. He looked up at Blaine and stuck his tongue out. "Why must you torture me?"

Blaine smiled down at Kurt before leaning down quickly and kissing him. He put a hand behind Kurt's back and lifted him into a sitting position. Blaine pulled back after a moment, allowing Kurt to rest his head on his shoulder. "Are you awake now?"

"What if I were to say no?"

"Oh just get up already," Blaine said, smiling. He shrugged Kurt's head off his shoulder and stood up. He sauntered to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall. "Come on. It's Saturday. I want to take you somewhere."

"Ooh. Intriguing. I'll get ready immediately," Kurt said, smirking. He grabbed a comb out of a drawer on his bedside table and tossed it to Blaine. "You're hair is sticking up."

"But I probably look fantastic anyway."

Kurt rolled his eyes and smiled. "Okay. Sure."

Blaine tried his best to look deeply offended as he crossed the room and put his hands in Kurt's hair and ruffled it until it was just as messy as his own. "You look fantastic now too," he said, his voice light and airy.

"I guess I just naturally look fabulous."

"Yeah."

"You know you look pretty nice too," Kurt murmured as he stood up, taking Blaine's hand as soon as it was offered.

Blaine took the comb and dragged it through Kurt's hair until it was smooth, and then started on his own, but Kurt stopped him, silently offering to do it himself. When their hair was presentable, Kurt left to find something to change into. Blaine sat down on the bed and began to hum randomly. Eventually he found a tune, and was still humming it when Kurt came back out.

"Somewhere Only We Know. By Keane. You sang it to me when I left Dalton," Kurt said, buttoning his vest.

"It is, isn't it?" Blaine said absentmindedly.

"So if you've got a minute why don't we go," Kurt sang softly.

"Talk about it somewhere only we know."

"This could be the end of everything."

"So why don't we go."

"Somewhere only we know."

"I love you," Blaine said, smiling giddily.

"I love you too," Kurt said back. "Now you said we were going somewhere and I simply can't wait any longer. The suspense is killing me."

"Well then we'd better go," Blaine said.

Kurt smiled. "Let's."

Blaine smiled back and grabbed Kurt's hand, dragging him out the door and down the stairs. "Mr. Hummel, Kurt and I are going to be out most of today," Blaine said to Burt, who was sitting reading the morning paper on the couch.

Burt lifted his eyes from the paper, and nodded in response. At his signal Blaine pulled Kurt out the front door and onto the front porch.

"Thank god for Mrs. Hudson," Blaine mumbled as he leaned down and picked some flowers up off the doormat. He slid a ten dollar bill under the door mat and smiled back up at Kurt. "These are to celebrate... You. Remember when you said that to me? I hadn't even gotten the part in West Side Story yet. And you were so sure of me. No one else will ever believe in me like that again, Kurt. Just you."

Kurt sucked in a breath. "Of course you were going to get the part," he said, ignoring Blaine's final statement. "They specially asked you to try out for Tony without you even asking to."

"Kurt you know that's not what I mean," Blaine said, a crooked smile spreading across his face. "You... You just... I'm not any better now than I ever was at romance." Blaine blushed and looked down.

"Actually I think you're quite fantastic," Kurt mumbled.

Blaine looked up and kissed Kurt on the cheek. "You know, I had plans for today. And I'm still going to go with them. But I think we could be a bit late for... Well... I was wondering..."

"A duet!?" Kurt asked excitedly.

"You read my mind! Because I'm terrible with this sort of thing so... Would you sing Teenage Dream with me? I know it's a strange choice it's just that it's the-"

"First thing I ever heard you sing."

"And I'd like a redo. Because I'd like to sing it to you and with you this time. Not just as if you were another audience member."

"And you said you were bad at romance."

"I am."

Kurt rolled his eyes and started walking towards the car. "I'm going to assume we're driving."

"Yeah, but-"

"So we should get in."

Blaine smirked and followed him. He got in the driver's side and waited for Kurt. Kurt took his time and slowly opened the door, making Blaine give him looks like daggers. When he finally got in, Blaine slowly leaned in and kissed him lightly, laying his fingers lightly across Kurt's chin. Kurt pulled Blaine to him, putting a hand behind his neck and leaning into him.

"We should go," Blaine said after a minute, pulling slightly away. Kurt nodded, breathless. He leaned back and took a deep breath. Blaine started laughing, and after a few seconds Kurt joined in. They both ended up laughing until they couldn't breathe, only stopping when neither could stand to do so any longer.

"So this is what it's like," Kurt said, smiling stupidly.

"What what's like?" Blaine asked, staring at Kurt like a kid stares at a tree Christmas morning,

"Wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone," Kurt said simply. "Now come on my dad probably thinks we've both had heart attacks or something because we haven't left." A smile spread across his face, lighting up his eyes.

Blaine, speechless, started the car and pulled out of the driveway. They drove in silence for a few minutes, that turned into a half hour, that turned into forty-five minutes.

"Blaine, where are we going?" Kurt asked, looking over at Blaine.

"Cincinnati. I thought we could get out of Lima."

The silence stretched on for a few more minutes.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No."

"But you haven't said anything the entire car ride and I'm about to have a conversation with the flowers. Which are beautiful by the way."

"Kurt! Why don't you get it?" Blaine said, looking stressed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just look at you and I see all that is good in the world and every time you speak I just... And I've been trying to figure out how to tell you that I love you, that I love you more than anything else in this world. But I'm so bad with words. I just... It comes out like this.."

"Pull over at the next exit."

"What?"

"We are going to some random place for lunch and we will talk and talk and we can put in headphones and we'll ignore everyone else and you're going to tell me what's on your mind, because it can't just be this."

"I love you," Blaine mumbled.

"And I love you too," Kurt said, pointing at a split in the highway for the exit.

Blaine turned, and drove to a restaurant that Kurt pointed out, occasionally flicking his eyes away from the road and looking at Kurt. Kurt looked straight ahead, trying to keep his gaze off Blaine, When they got there, Kurt got out and opened up the door for Blaine, who seemed to be moving slow and having trouble with the seatbelt.

They went in and sat down, waiting for a waiter.

"So what's up?" Kurt asked, setting his hand on the table,

"It's nothing. I've just been thinking a lot lately. Thinking about you and me and all that. And where I'm going to be in ten years, and fifty years. And I just don't know. I feel like I knew better five years ago than I do now. And... Just stuff. Life actually decided to show up."

"How dare it."

Blaine put his hand on the table, across from Kurt's. They both outstretched their hands slightly until their fingers touched slightly. Kurt looked down at their hands, wondering when everything had started happening. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand with both of his and looked at it, running his finger tips over Kurt's palm and over the back of Kurt's hand. Blaine held his hand tightly, rubbing his knuckles with his own thumb. Kurt smiled at him.

"I know that you'll do fantastic. You'll be on Broadway or become world famous or do something fabulous like that." He stared up at the ceiling, tracing the cracks in the paint in his mind. "But... Might I have a place in your life?"

Blaine laughed loudly then, releasing Kurt's hand to cover his mouth. Kurt looked hurt, and turned to stand, but Blaine grabbed his wrist and smiled. "I'm sorry. It's just so funny that you think that I imagine you anywhere but with me."

"You're serious?"

"Dear god Kurt. You brought me here when I was taking you out so that you could make sure I was feeling okay. And you always say the right thing even when I stutter and stumble and grope for the right word. How could I not want you beside me for the rest of my life?"

"You're making me dizzy. No one has ever... Liked me like that," he said, shyly.

"Loved you like that."

"Okay," Kurt said, smiling. "Well I want to spend the rest of my life with you too, so I'd say we're set."

"But what are we going to do when we're old and all... Gray?" Blaine asked, looking up as if he was looking at his hair.

"We'll be trend setters. We'll make the old and gray look fashionable again."

"Kurt, that wasn't ever fashionable."

"There's a first for everything?" Kurt asked, reaching his hand across the table, fingers open.

"Mhmm." Blaine took his hand, tangling their fingers together. "'You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on,'" he sang softly so only Kirt could hear.

"'You think I'm funny, when I tell the punchline wrong.'" Kurt smiled, winking.

"'I know you get me, so I let my walls come down.'"

"'Down.'"

And that's the way the waitress found them. They were quietly singing to each other, hands clasped across the table. Their eyes locked and their lips smiling that funny smile- the moment only breaking when they saw her approach. They both blushed promptly, and she smiled at them.

"Drinks to start with?"