A/N – Disclaimer time! I own nothing.
"Blaine, where are we going?" Kurt giggled, turning his blindfolded eyes to where he thought Blaine might be.
Blaine's voice came from the other side of him. "You'll see."
Kurt knew they were outside, and he knew it was quite late. But that was it.
"Here we are!" Blaine announced, and Kurt clawed off the blindfold, and then gasped. They were in a little clearing, surrounded by trees. The sun was setting overhead, and the trees were swaying gently in the August evening breeze. Set in the middle of the clearing was a little picnic basket, with an expensive looking rug underneath. It was made of different colours of threads, all woven into one another, and it had a distinctly hippie look about it. Next to the picnic basket was a little portable iPod dock, with Blaine's iPod already plugged in and playing soft music.
From beside him, Blaine began to talk nervously. "I borrowed the rug from my sister, and I chose here because I used to come here all the time, and –"
Kurt turned around, tears in his eyes. "It's perfect."
A/N - So I've decided to do a fic which is just made up of little drabble-y things. Because it's late, and I always seem to write when it's late. Plus, I can't seem to stick with stories, so this works. Some will probably be longer than others, but it should be fun.
As always, the title of the story comes from a song, although I'm aiming to have the chapter names related to the actual chapters.
I LET MUSIC RULE MY LIFE, OKAY?
So yeah. If anyone has any requests for any drabbles they would like to see, don't be afraid to send me a message, either here, or in tumblr ask box. I'm always happy to get messages in there! madbiteylady .tumblr .com.
I less than three all of you.