Chapter 1:

Blaine was always a morning person. Every day he would get up, take a shower, brush his teeth, get dressed, and like clockwork, he was in the kitchen for breakfast at 9 a.m. This morning however was extra special, since he woke up to a text from his boyfriend Kurt.

Morning handsome

Blaine ginned wide as he replied.

Morning!

He wondered what Kurt was doing right that moment. Probably just waking up doing his morning moisturizing ritual. Blaine smiled bigger as he visualized this. He couldn't wait to spend all the time he could with Kurt since school was out, he could spend all day, every day with him. He spent a few minutes daydreaming when he suddenly got an idea. He picked his phone back up and dialed Kurt's number. It rung for all of two seconds when he picked up.

"Hey, I was just texting you back!" Kurt said, in a playful tone.

"Yeah, I didn't want to text anymore, I wanted to hear your voice," Blaine admitted. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Just thinking about you darling," he said in that cute innocent voice that made Blaine smile. "What are you doing today?"

"Well, that's why I called you, to see if you wanted to do something."

"Of course," Kurt thought he would never ask. After all, school had been out for a week. "What did you have in mind?"

Blaine thought for a minute. "Hmmm a little this a little that, maybe we could fly to Italy and I can take you to see the Eiffel tower."

He heard a giggle on the other side of the phone. "Well, just to be sure you do know the Eiffel tower is in Paris right?"

Blaine stood up smiling; he went to the refrigerator to pour himself another glass of orange juice. "That's what I said Paris, right?"

"Right." Kurt laughed out, "But seriously, what do I have to do to see my sexy man today?"

"Well, complimenting is a great start." Blaine took a swig from his glass.

"Just get over here!" Kurt demanded.

Blaine laughed out loud almost spitting out his orange juice. "Fine, since you asked so nicely. I'll meet you at your house at ten." Blaine headed to his room to look for something to wear.

Kurt went through outfit after outfit looking for something to wear to go with Blaine. Every time he thought he had it; he stopped in front of the mirror and thought, nope! He wanted to look his best for his boyfriend today. "Just pick something, Blaine will be here in fifteen minutes", he thought as he settled on a decent ensemble and went downstairs.

He saw his dad sitting in the living room. "Hey dad, I'm probably going to be out for the rest of the day," he said to Burt as he found the right shoes in the hall closet to wear.

Burt looked up from his newspaper, "Don't stay out too late, you know we have that dinner tonight."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Kurt rolled his eyes as he opened the refrigerator and got out the orange juice to pour himself a glass.

"You're not gonna eat anything before you go?" Burt raised his eyebrow. Kurt had never been one to miss breakfast.

"I'll pick up something with Bla…" The doorbell interrupted him. A smile grew on Kurt's face. He fixed his hair and adjusted his shirt.

Burt smiled and pointed toward the door, "You gonna get that?"

"He's earllyyy," Kurt talk-sang as he ran to the door.

Blaine stood in the doorway smiling from ear to ear. "Sorry I'm early, I couldn't wait."

Kurt returned his smile as Blaine invited himself in the house and made his way to the living room.

"BURT!" Blaine exclaimed as he spotted Kurt's father reading his morning newspaper in his favorite chair.

"Heya Blaine. How's life treatin' ya?" Burt said without breaking eye contact with his newspaper.

Blaine took a deep breath, "Couldn't be better."

"Well," Burt smirked. "That's good to know. But I told Kurt not to be out too late. We have a family gathering today."

"I know dad!" Kurt interrupted, he walked up behind Blaine, "I'll go get my wallet and we can go," he said to as he ran back upstairs.

Blaine stood in the middle of the floor for a minute. "Nice to see ya Burt," and sprinted up after Kurt.

Kurt was looking in his drawers when Blaine entered his room. Although Kurt always kept it neat, he never could seem to find what he was looking for.

"You lost it didn't you?" Blaine said coming behind Kurt and placing his hands on his waist. He nuzzled the back of his neck taking in the scent of his cologne before gently kissing it.

"Nooo." Kurt blushed as Blaine pulled him to his closer.

Kurt melted under Blaine's kisses and resisted the urge to kiss him back when he realized, "My father's right downstairs Blaine."

Blaine spun him around and pulled him even closer, "I saw him," he leaned in for a kiss.

"I found my wallet," Kurt said, he broke the kiss by putting his wallet on Blaine's lips.

Blaine smiled that sexy smile Kurt loved. "Okay, but you know you're going to have to make it up to me," he said as he grabbed Kurt's hand and led him downstairs.

Burt didn't budge when Kurt went over to him, "I'll be back at 6," he said and gave his father a kiss on the forehead.

"Bye Burt," was all Blaine managed to get out before Kurt yanked him out the door.

Kurt returned home with the biggest smile on his face. He had such a great day with Blaine. They went to the movies, took a walk in the park and had lunch at Breadsticks. They talked a lot, about Blaine's senior year and Kurt, still highly disappointed about not getting into NYADA with Rachel.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that too much Kurt," Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand, "You'll get in next year with me."

Kurt smiled at the thought of this, "I'd love that."

By the time Blaine drove Kurt back home it was almost 6. Kurt daydreamed about the way Blaine's lips felt when he gave him a kiss goodnight. The way his body tensed when Kurt touched him. A familiar voice snatched Kurt out of his mental nap back into reality.

"Kurt dinners ready," Burt walked into Kurt's doorway.

Kurt looked up at his father, "Okay, I'll be right down."

Kurt picked up his rejection letter from NYADA and sighed. He felt hopeless, even though Blaine gave him words of confidence, he still felt as if his dream was dead; after all, he hadn't really thought about what he would do if he didn't get in.

"You don't need that school to be a star Kurt," Burt walked in Kurt's room after he noticed the sad look on his face, "You're just as good as those whats-er-faces in New York. I… I have a feeling," he placed his hand on Kurt's shoulder, "You will do great things one day."

"Thanks dad," Kurt sighed again. Smiling up at his father he stood up, "Lets go before Carole gets impatient."