Hello all. So this is a little bit of a drabble story that popped into my head as a fluff bunny while watching Enchanted with Patrick Dempsey, Amy Adams, James Marsden and Idina Menzel (which is just adorable and I absolutely love it!). But yes, so this kind of popped into my head because of the song "That's How You Know" which is just a whole lot of fluffy goodness. So of course, Kurt and Blaine jumped to my mind and this is the result :D

So this is pretty much a collection of little one shots that I guess will be mostly cannon and belong in the same kind of universe in which either Blaine or Kurt (most likely Blaine, because I generally seem to make Blaine the more masculine of the pair, but Kurt will have his fair share too) organise something small to let the other know how much they care and love the other.

Who knows how long it will take, how many chapters there will be or whatever, but each chapter will be its only little romantic moment! Also, feel free to request any situations you want to see. Just leave me a review, and I'll write it! :D

See you all at the end! This particular one is set just after Season 2 left off, during their summer holidays.

PICNIC

The spring breeze nipped at Kurt's bare arms, raising the slightest of goosebumps as Blaine led him by the hand out into the sun. The backyard was awash in the golden midday glow, each blade of grass glowing a bright green.

'What are we doing, Blaine?' he asked as the older boy tugged him along, pulling him close to his side. The backyard was deserted, only the rosebush Kurt had planted with his mother showing any sign of love and care.

'Just wait,' Blaine said softly. 'The amount of begging and pleading to your dad I had to do to organise this was intense. Especially getting everyone out of the house. Finn didn't want to go quietly.' He slipped his arm smoothly around Kurt's waist. 'So you are not spoiling it with your impatience.'

The younger boy sighed, but let Blaine cup his cheek in his hand and capture his lips gently. It was a soft, gentle kiss, and when he pulled away, Blaine was smiling.

'Can I at least know the occasion?' Kurt asked, but Blaine shook his head and took his hand again, stepping towards the side of the house. Leaning against the tiled roof was an olden wooden ladder, a hint of lichen just starting to creep around the edges. Kurt raised his eyebrows, staring at it. 'Are you sure that thing's safe?'

'Positive,' Blaine grinned and motioned with his hand for Kurt to start the climb. 'Plus, I'm right below you if you fall, so at least it will be a soft landing.'

Kurt rolled his eyes and reached out a hand to lay it on the ladder rung. 'What's on the roof anyway?' But Blaine just shook his head again and pushed him lightly in the back until he took the first step.

Slowly, Kurt climbed the ladder, gripping tightly onto the pliable wood. His feet felt shaky and unstable, but Blaine's powerful arms held the ladder on either side of his waist, climbing with him, and there was something secure about the way his breath tickled Kurt's neck and the heat radiated in waves from his body.

He paused, leaning back against Blaine's chest and frowned. 'Why did you go to all this effort? I've never seen a ladder on this property since I was eight.'

But Blaine was smiling and he pressed a light kiss to the back of Kurt's neck. 'You're worth every little bit, Kurt.' He nudged him lightly, encouraging him to move up the ladder and onto the roof. 'Hurry up, we haven't even gotten to the best part!'

Kurt shook his head lightly in amusement but took the last steps until his head was poking over the edge of the roof and he could see the picnic blanket, laid out neatly on the flattest part of the roof. There was a jug of ice-cold lemonade visible, and a large basket open to reveal an inappropriate amount of food for two people.

'Oh, Blaine, you shouldn't have,' he whispered, but vaulted the last step onto the roof and reached back to haul his boyfriend up with him. He stared at his smiling face for a moment before blushing and turning towards the rug. 'This could have been done on the grass, you know.'

Blaine just grinned. 'I know, but the grass was wet and the view here is much better.'

Together they stepped towards the picnic blanket, Blaine holding out his hand to help Kurt balance, and settled themselves carefully facing each other. With an enthusiastic grin, the dark haired boy slipped his hand into the basket and drew out a tupperware container of egg and lettuce sandwiches. 'Not my best creative work,' he muttered, 'but at least its edible.' He held out the container and Kurt took one, biting into it with a smile.

'Mmm,' he managed to say around the mouthful of food. 'These are good, Blaine. And they're not your best? I don't know if I want to see your best.'

Blaine blushed lightly and took one of the sandwiches for himself, slightly embarrassed. He had fought for a long time to keep his cooking ability hidden from David, Wes and the other Warblers. It was nothing in comparison to Kurt's skills with cakes and pastries, however, and he knew it.

'Sadly,' he said, 'this is the only part of our meal that I did not get help on.' He reached into the basket again and withdrew two long stemmed wineglasses, balancing them carefully on the blanket. Next, he pulled out a bottle of iced tea and poured silently, watching as the condensation glistened up the edges. He passed Kurt one of the glasses and took the other for himself.

'Homemade,' Kurt said with an appreciative nod, sipping at the drink. 'You really shouldn't have, Blaine.'

But the older boy shook his head, holding out his free hand for his boyfriend to take. 'Everything is worth it for you. Even the half an hour it took for me to dip all those chocolate strawberries that I-'

'You have chocolate strawberries?' The squeal of delight that came from Kurt's mouth made Blaine laugh and he leaned backwards, lazily pulling the container from the basket and holding it out for Kurt to take one. He was smiling widely as he bit into the bright red fruit.

The curves of Kurt's face glinted brightly in the sunlight as Blaine watched, and the older boy couldn't help but feel as if he'd managed to snag someone special. Kurt was like an angel, with his pale skin and brightly flushed cheeks, and when he smiled with only the slightest hint of teeth, it made the bottom of Blaine's stomach cave in.

'Well, seeing as I've tasted every part of the menu,' Kurt grinned, holding out his hand for Blaine to take, 'come over here and let me give you a hug for all this. I'm not worth it, and I don't know what I can do in return.'

But even before he had finished his sentence, Blaine was shaking his head and sliding across the blanket to settle next to his boyfriend, resting his head lightly on his shoulder. 'You're totally worth it, Kurt. No matter how corny that sounds, I enjoy doing things for you.' He grinned, squeezing Kurt's side tightly. 'I have to show that I love you somehow, and doing little things like this makes me feel as if I'm making a genuine effort.'

Kurt was smiling, but he kissed Blaine's shoulder simply before replying. 'You don't need to do anything to tell me you love me. Just being here's enough.'

'That's not a genuine effort!'

But Blaine was grinning now, and he reached out a hand to raise Kurt's chin slightly and kiss him squarely on the lips with the slightest but surest of pressures.

Done! Thank you all for sticking through this! I also forgot to mention foraworldundeserving whose story Kiss and its chapter about love languages also gave me many ideas for this chapter and the future of this story! Hope to see you all again soon for another chapter and don't forget to leave any prompts you want me to fill! Love you all!

xxx Wynnie