"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all." – Helen Keller, the Open Door

April

"That's great, Coop. I'm really happy that you've landed the role. Looks like you're going to have a steady job for a while."

"I'm hoping so. I'm getting chummy with the writers so that they don't kill off Dylan for a while. Do you think personally autographed photos are too much?"

Blaine chuckles as he imagines Cooper flirting with the writers, both the men and the women. "Yeah, that's too much. Why don't you try buying the first round at the bar after work? Or arranging food to be delivered for them when they're working overtime rewriting scenes? I'm sure they'll appreciate that more."

After a long silence, Cooper replies, "Since when did you get to be so smart, squirt?"

"I have a big magazine empire to run, remember? Anyways, I'll be watching The Young and the Restless each night when I get home from work."

"Don't you have better things to do, like dating hot men?"

"M…Maybe?" Blaine replies cautiously. He's not sure how much he wants to tell Cooper about Kurt.

"Maybe sounds like a definite yes to me. Spill!"

"Okay. So I've met a man and he's pretty terrific. We have loads in common and he seems to like me, well…for me."

"Is he cute?"

"The cutest," Blaine sighs. "As a matter of fact, he's taking me on a date today."

"I'm happy for you, squirt. Just make sure you slip a condom – or six – in your wallet. I want you safe."

Blaine rolls his eyes at Cooper's comment. "I'm going to take that in the spirit it was meant... about me being safe. But no, sex isn't on the cards for today. We're taking things really slowly."

"Well, don't take things too slowly. You're so uptight all the time. You need a good lay. Now, go get yourself ready for your hot date. I'll talk to you soon."

Blaine grimaces at Cooper's closing remarks and presses the 'end call' button on his phone. He checks the time, and when he realizes that he only has an hour before Kurt arrives, he dashes to his bedroom to get ready.

*****

At 10am sharp, the building's concierge phones to inform him that Mr. Hummel has arrived. Blaine takes a last look in the mirror and is pleased that his curls are behaving for once. He's really got to send Unique flowers for giving him a product that can tame his curls. He has opted not to shave – it's Sunday after all – but he did put in his contact lenses. When Blaine is satisfied with how he looks, he pats his pockets to make sure that he has his keys, wallet and phone, and then takes his private elevator.

Blaine enters the lobby area, sees Kurt and immediately bounds over to him, arms open for a hug. Kurt gives him a quick hug – much too quick for his liking – and takes a long look at Blaine. Blaine feels a bit self-conscious and hopes he's appropriately dressed for their date. He's wearing tight-fitting distressed jeans with strategically placed rips along his thighs and knees. A simple white V-neck T-shirt gives a glimpse of some chest hair, and over the top is Blaine's favorite worn leather jacket. Blaine notices Kurt's eyes take everything in, including his converse sneakers.

"Oh my god, Blaine. You look like every bad boy fantasy I ever had in high school!"

Blaine throws his head back in laughter, and he can feel his curls tickle the back of his neck. "Some day, I'm going to find out about every high school fantasy and every item on your bucket list," Blaine replies with a wink.

Then a thought occurs to Blaine. "Kurt, before we leave, I just want to make sure that you did speak to Bentley."

Kurt slowly moves closer to Blaine and squeezes his arm. "Yes, I did. We're taking the subway there, but Bentley is going to pick us up later in the day. He insisted. Bentley did mention something about wanting to know his ringtone in exchange, but I didn't understand what he meant."

"Bentley's ringtone on my phone is classified information, Kurt. If he asks you again, tell him it's 'The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret'. He'll understand what you say."

Kurt gives Blaine a quizzical look, but lets the conversation slide. Kurt's finger pulls Blaine's chin up so that they are looking each other in the eye. Kurt's eyes are beautiful, and as Blaine is trying to figure out their color, Kurt starts to speak.

"Blaine, I would never place you in a risky situation. I want you to relax and enjoy yourself. You can let yourself go and just be you. I promise to keep you safe. If at any point you don't feel comfortable, just say the word and we'll leave. And if there's any problem today, we'll figure out what to do together. I'll be there for you, because you're my friend, and so special to me."

Blaine's heart melts when he sees the sincerity in Kurt's eyes. "I trust you, Kurt. I know you'll keep me safe. A… And you're special to me too." Blaine's lips slowly turn up into a smile. "I'm really excited to find out what we're doing. I can't remember the last time someone surprised me."

As they exit the building, Blaine takes a beanie out of his pocket and puts it on. Kurt stops abruptly and gapes at Blaine.

"Blaine, only you could make the bad boy look so freaking adorable. And by the way, adorable dorks are also on the high school fantasy list."

Blaine shakes his head in gentle laughter as they walk to the nearest subway station. He loves how things are so easy when he's around Kurt - the banter and the casual flirting. He loves how Kurt makes him feel. Blaine can already tell that this is going to be a special day.

*****

While they're waiting on the subway platform, Blaine remarks, "I haven't been on the subway in years. It's still as grimy and crowded as ever."

"Welcome to my world, Blaine. It's not so bad. I don't know how you can stand to sit in traffic jams all the time. It would drive me insane."

The train stops along the platform and when the doors open, Blaine can see that it is crowded. "Let's wait for the next train. There's no room for us."

Kurt chuckles as he takes Blaine's hand. "Of course there's room. Follow me and hold on tight."

That is one order that Blaine has no problem with. They enter the compartment and squeeze into a corner. Blaine's fingers are tightly gripping a pole and Kurt is pressed against his back, arms wrapped around him, to hold onto the pole as well. As the train exits the station, he can feel Kurt swaying, muscles flexing with every movement. Blaine feels so connected and safe in Kurt's arms, like he's being taken care of. Blaine wonders why he ever would want to ride in an empty compartment with Kurt - ever.

After half an hour, Kurt indicates, moving his head to one side, that the next stop is theirs. Blaine quickly takes Kurt's hand as they exit the train and walk out of the subway station. Fortunately, Kurt keeps ahold of his hand as they walk along the street. It feels so warm and soft. Blaine still hasn't figured out where they are going and why they are in Brooklyn of all places. "Uh… Kurt? Where are we going?"

"We're heading to 37th Street just up ahead. When we turn the corner, we'll be where I want us to be. That's all I'm saying."

Kurt laughs as Blaine picks up the pace in their walking, like an excited kid on Christmas morning. As they round the corner, Blaine sees the sign for their destination. "The flea market?"

"The flea market," Kurt confirms. "You weren't expecting me to take you to Armani Casa or some trendy home furnishing store like that?"

"Of course not," Blaine huffs. "I've never been to a flea market before."

Without overthinking it, Blaine grabs Kurt's face with his hands and plants a big wet kiss on his cheek. He quickly pulls back and says, "Best. Idea. Ever. Let's go!"

They enter Industry City, a building used for manufacturing in days gone by, and they can see row upon row of vendors selling housewares, vintage clothing, antiques, collectibles, jewelry, art, furniture, and a whole lot more. Kurt checks the time on his phone. "I haven't been here before, but I've spent some time checking it out on the Internet. I think the best strategy is to have a quick go around, grab a bite to eat, and then zoom in on the home furnishings in the afternoon.

They both enjoy examining the vintage clothing, and Blaine buys a blouse for his mother. They eagerly look at the jewelry stalls to see if there are any brooches to add to Kurt's collection. Blaine pulls Kurt back as they pass a stall selling antique pocket watches. After a few minutes of discussing the watches with the vendor, Blaine turns his head and says, "Go ahead, Kurt. I'll catch up with you soon. I'm going to spend a little bit of time here."

Blaine notices Kurt stop a few stalls ahead to look at some old sheet music. After learning more about the pocket watches, he thanks the vendor and walks quickly to catch up with Kurt. "Sorry about that. I've always loved pocket watches. My grandfather had one. He died when I was young and it's one of the few things I remember about him."

"No worries, Blaine. I bought some sheet music of old Broadway tunes. I figure it will be a great present for Rachel on her next birthday. Hungry yet?"

"Starving!" Blaine admits. As if on cue, his stomach starts rumbling, and they both giggle.

"Right. There's a section here called 'Smorgasburg', which has about 100 food vendors. I'm sure we'll find something yummy to eat."

There's a lot of tempting food on offer, and they both decide to get something from 'Best Buds Burritos'. After their order has been taken, Blaine reaches into his pocket and takes out his wallet. Before he can open it up, he can feel Kurt's hand gently pushing his arm away.

"Put that wallet away, mister. I'm in charge of the date, so it's my treat. Go grab a seat and I'll join you when the burritos are ready."

Blaine finds a small table near a window that's a little out of the way. He thinks that it's in a perfect position because the cozy nook gives them a little bit of privacy. Once he sits down, Blaine can feel his heart racing and he can't help but release a little squeal. It's not because Kurt's paying for lunch, although he loves the idea that Kurt is taking care of things… taking care of him. It's because Kurt said that four letter word - 'date'. When Kurt asked him out, Blaine had hoped it was a date. And it certainly feels like a date. But to have Kurt confirm that it really is a date… Wow.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Kurt asks as he sits down and arranges the food and drinks off the tray.

"This is a pretty perfect date," Blaine says with a soft smile. He can't help but push it and see how Kurt is going to respond.

"No, a perfect date is seeing Hamilton and dancing at a jazz club. This is just a great way to explore new things." Kurt takes the wrapper off his burrito and takes a big bite.

As they eat their California burritos, Blaine thinks about what a fun day he's having. No-one has bothered them so far, and he feels like it's the first time he's been able to relax in public in years. He knows that it's all down to Kurt. He glances up and notices that Kurt is staring at him. "What?"

Kurt leans forward and Blaine can feel his knees bump against his own. Kurt presses his hand to the side of Blaine's face. He gently swipes his thumb along Blaine's lips to the side of his mouth. Blaine resists the temptation to kiss Kurt's thumb or move his face so that his cheek rests on Kurt's hand. As Kurt moves his hand away, Blaine notices some guacamole on the tip of his thumb. Kurt slowly puts his thumb into his mouth and licks the avocado off with his tongue. "Some guacamole escaped your burrito," Kurt says, stating the obvious. "Now, let's talk home furnishings. I'm thinking of…"

Blaine tries to pay attention to Kurt's ideas about color palettes, textures and finishing touches. He really does. But he fails spectacularly. Blaine thinks he's going to self-combust at any moment as heat rushes from his feet to the top of his head. That whole guacamole thing is the hottest thing he has ever seen in his life. Kurt is so naturally sexy. What astonishes Blaine is that Kurt doesn't even know it. He shudders at the prospect of men asking him out once Vogue's May issue is in circulation. He won't have a chance when Kurt realizes he's desirable to so many men.

"Damn, I forgot about Sam. Do you think he'll like the ideas?... Blaine, are you with me?" Kurt asks.

Blaine pulls away from his thoughts immediately. "What? … Sam?"

"Yes, Sam. You know, the guy you live with? Do you think he'll be on board with everything? Should we send him photos as we shop?"

"That won't be necessary. Sam won't care," Blaine answers dismissively.

"But what if Sam doesn't like what we buy?"

"Kurt, it's my penthouse and I can do anything I want with it. If Sam really doesn't like it, he can always move out."

"That's a bit harsh," Kurt whispers.

"Sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean for it to sound that way. Let's forget about Sam." Before he says something he might regret, Blaine collects the wrappers to toss into the trash. He looks up when he feels Kurt's hand rubbing the top of his thigh.

"I'm sorry too, Blaine. I didn't mean to upset you. I wasn't sure how important Sam's opinion might be in the decision-making. So now I know that it really doesn't matter. That gives us lots of options to explore. Ready for your penthouse make-over?"

Blaine bends in half, roaring with laughter. "A make-over, Kurt? Now I know you're in the fashion business."

"Oh, I know all about make-overs. Nothing too drastic, but a tweak here and there. A signature style, but with an added touch of fun and whimsy."

Blaine blushes furiously as he recalls the conversation about Kurt's make-over with Wes and Isabelle. "You've got me there, Kurt. I bet Wes told you that."

"I can't remember if it was Wes or Isabelle. But that's not important now. Come, we have some serious shopping to do!"

*****

Blaine quickly realizes that shopping with Kurt is an experience in itself. No item in the home furnishings section has gone unnoticed. Kurt's got a good eye for this sort of thing. His true skill comes in taking seemingly random items and creating a uniform, pulled-together look. Blaine longs for Kurt's approval on his furnishings, so he defers to all Kurt's choices. Soon Blaine's arms are weighed down by a multitude of bags containing throw cushions, candlesticks, photo frames, vases, and a throw blanket.

Kurt is currently eyeing a metal peacock sculpture with a colorful plume. "Do you like it, Blaine? I think the colors will really work well with the throw cushions we bought."

"Yeah, let's get it."

"Are you sure? I don't want to feel like I'm pushing you into anything."

"I'm gay, Kurt. Of course I like peacocks! Now, let's just buy the damn thing," Blaine chuckles.

When Blaine is paying for the sculpture, he notices that Kurt is furiously texting, with a smile. He prays that it's not an exchange with Chandler, who's already in his bad books.

"Shall we take a break before hitting the furniture section?" Kurt asks. "I noticed a juice bar at the end of the aisle."

"That's the best idea ever," Blaine confirms.

Blaine groans softly as they sit down with their freshly-squeezed juices in hand. "Kurt, I'm not sure about the furniture section. I don't think I can carry another bag. They're heavy enough as it is."

"That's where I come in." Blaine whips his head around and sees Bentley, grinning broadly.

"B…but how are you here? How did you know where to find us?" Blaine asks.

"Kurt phoned me last night and told me where you were going today. He explained that you would need some help hauling away your loot. I've borrowed my brother's van for the day, and my nephew is here as well to help." Blaine waves at the scrawny teenager, who is partially hidden behind Bentley.

"When you were buying the peacock, Bentley texted me that he was here. So I arranged for him to meet us at this juice bar to take the bags to the van. Mystery solved," Kurt adds.

"Kurt Hummel, you're just full of surprises today. I love it!" Blaine suppresses the urge to add 'I love you' at the end.

Soon after the bags have been transferred to Bentley and his nephew, Kurt and Blaine stroll to the furniture section. There is an assortment of antiques and used furniture to peruse. Blaine buys a coffee table and an antique chest. Kurt fires off texts to Bentley arranging for him and his nephew to collect the items.

They arrive at a stall where Kurt's eyes fall on some dining room chairs. He gets them out for inspection and has a long discussion with the vendor. It ends with Kurt shaking his head and moving towards the next stall.

"What's wrong, Kurt? I thought you liked those chairs."

"I do. They would be perfect for my Bushwick loft. But they're too expensive for my budget."

"Let me buy them for you."

"I can't let you do that, Blaine!"

"Of course you can. I want to buy them for you. It's the least I can do after all the help you've given me for my penthouse make-over."

Kurt places his hands on Blaine's shoulders and gazes into his eyes. "No, Blaine. You really can't. You're a wonderful and generous man, and I'm sure you want to buy the chairs for me. But it's too much. I…I don't want you to be my sugar daddy. We're not on a level playing field to begin with, and I can't even begin to match what you have to offer. So thank you, but no thanks. We're going to walk away from those chairs now and go home."

Blaine gives Kurt a brief nod. As they walk to the van, he thinks about what Kurt had said. Yes, he is ten years older, but he doesn't think about their age difference when they're hanging out. They click together like connecting pieces of a puzzle. And yes, he is more affluent than Kurt, but Blaine has never considered the idea that he could be a 'sugar daddy'. It's not how he sees them. He very much sees Kurt as his equal, as a potential partner. It hurts him that Kurt thinks he doesn't have as much to offer. In Blaine's opinion, Kurt has so much to offer, and in ways that money can't buy. He's not sure how to convince Kurt of this, but he's determined to do so soon.

*****

They arrive at Blaine's penthouse and unload the bags and furniture. After that, Blaine toes off his shoes and collapses on the couch. "My feet are so sore," Blaine groans.

Kurt chuckles and replies, "Back in Lima, the only way I could get friends to go Black Friday shopping with me was the promise of a foot massage at the end of the day."

"I like the sound of that," Blaine sighs. "Can I get one of those friendly massages, please? I think today's shopping at the flea market was just as intense as Black Friday bargain hunting."

Blaine pairs his request with his most pathetic expression and large pleading eyes.

Kurt sucks in a breath, his eyes widening. "You really want me to give you a foot massage? I mean, I've only ever done that for my closest girlfriends."

Blaine sits up straight, suddenly wide awake again and cursing at himself for putting Kurt on the spot. "Forget it, Kurt. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or assume anything. I think it was my achy feet talking instead of my brain. I'll soak them later after you are gone, but I hope that won't be for a while, because I want to hang out with you."

"They're really that sore?"

Blaine wriggles his toes and winces. "The sorest."

"Okay, I'll give you a foot massage," Kurt sighs. "Go clean your feet and grab a pillow, a towel and some sort of oil or lotion."

"You're the best!" Blaine exclaims.

Blaine walks gingerly towards the bedrooms, and five minutes later, he returns with two pillows and a fluffy towel. When he hands over a bottle of rosemary and eucalyptus massage oil to Kurt, he asks, "Are you sure you want to do this? You can always back out of it."

Kurt smiles and nods. "I'm sure."

Kurt raises his hands and adds, "These magic hands are going to get your feet right back to their happy place. Now put your feet up on the coach, lie down and relax. Are you okay with me hooking up my phone to your sound system?"

After Blaine agrees, Kurt quickly goes to the Sonos music app on his phone and soon the piano notes of Debussy's Clair de Lune waft through the air. Kurt plumps one pillow and tucks it under Blaine's head. Kurt covers the second pillow with the towel and places it under Blaine's feet. He warms up the oil in his hands and then starts the massage.

"Aaahh, right there. That feels amazing. You're amazing. You really are full of surprises. So you shop 'till you drop on Black Friday?"

"Blaine, my Black Friday outings are legendary! How do you think I can afford my fabulous outfits?"

Blaine wants to reply, but he doesn't have the energy to form words. The massage feels wonderful as Kurt kneads, loosens and soothes his aching muscles. Blaine feels his trouser legs being pushed up and Kurt starts to massage his calves. The classical music is perfect for unwinding at the end of the day, and soon, Blaine can hardly stay awake. As his eyelids start to droop, Blaine starts rambling, "So good… You're so good to me… You're so good for me… You make me feel so good…. Say you'll be mine…."

*****

Blaine wakes up the next morning with the sun streaming in his eyes. He rubs the side of his face against the soft cashmere blanket. He smells a lingering aroma of rosemary and eucalyptus and his eyes snap wide open when he remembers the massage. He's now aware that he's lying on the couch with the newly purchased throw blanket tucked around him. Blaine realizes that he must have fallen asleep as Kurt was massaging his feet.

When Blaine sits up, he notices that he's no longer wearing his jeans. He blushes at the thought of Kurt taking them off and seeing him in his snugly-fitting bikini pants. He prays he wasn't hard at the time – he was definitely having that problem when Kurt was giving him a massage. He closes his eyes for a moment, remembering the dream he had last night. The dream of doing unmentionable things to Kurt, and Kurt doing unmentionable things to him. Parts of it had felt so real, and other parts were a hazy blur of ecstasy.

Blaine gets up from the couch and takes a good look around the room. Kurt has organized all the new purchases, and they look incredible in the space. The color scheme works well and is all pulled together with the throw cushions in the living room area. The antique chest looks perfect in the corner. The photos have been swapped to the new frames and the knick-knacks are dotted throughout the room. He smiles when he sees that the peacock has a prominent place on top of the side table. The little finishing touches pull the room together and make it feel so cozy. Most importantly, they are so 'Kurt'. He likes the idea that a part of Kurt will be with him at home – even when Kurt himself is not.

When he walks to the kitchen to start up the coffee maker, he discovers a note on the countertop.

Dear Blaine,

You fell asleep during your foot massage and I didn't have the heart to wake you up. I hope you don't mind that I took off your jeans. I figured you wouldn't be comfortable sleeping in them. I wasn't sure when you would wake up, so I bought some minestrone soup from the deli around the corner. It's in the fridge and there are some fresh crusty bread rolls on the counter.

You probably know by now that I unpacked the goodies and set them out in the room. Feel free to move them around or remove things if you don't like where they are. I think we made some really great buys and they make your place look homey. It's the finishing touches that make a house a home.

Blaine, I had a wonderful day with you. I'm so glad that we could tick off an item from my bucket list together. Sometime you're going to have to tell me what's on your bucket list!

Hugs,

Kurt

Blaine's almost finished preparing his breakfast when Sam enters the penthouse. He's been in LA for the weekend to visit Mercedes and has taken a red-eye flight back to New York. Sam plops down his suitcase and flings off his shoes. "Dude, what happened here? Did you hire a decorator over the weekend or something?"

"No, it's all down to one Kurt Hummel. We went shopping yesterday and bought everything together." Blaine pours Sam a coffee and relates the details of yesterday's date.

"It sounds like you had a great day, Blaine. So are you boyfriends now? Kiss and tell!"

Blaine shakes his head. "No, we're not boyfriends, and the only kisses we've exchanged were so PG that they could have been given to our grandmothers."

Blaine takes a sip of his coffee and decides to broach a subject with Sam that he's been thinking about. "Kurt made a throw-away comment yesterday about how he didn't want me to be his sugar daddy. You don't think I'm too old for him, do you?"

"Of course not, Blainers. It's only like ten years. But do you think Kurt is too young for you?"

"No, I don't even think of our age difference when we're together. It's totally a non-issue for me. Sure, it's obvious that Kurt is new to the city and he's experiencing new things. But there is something else I need advice on. Kurt mentioned that we weren't on an even playing ground and that he couldn't match everything I have to offer. I don't understand how he can even think that way."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Dude, of course I get it. Let me break it down for you. You're rich, he's not. You hold a powerful position at work, he doesn't. You're famous. You can have anything, anybody, anywhere, anytime that you like. From what you've told me, Kurt was working at a diner and receiving rejections at every audition before he joined Vogue. How's that hard to understand? Now, I need another cup of coffee if I'm going to make it through the day. Do you want one too?"

Blaine meekly nods. "Okay, I get your point. But those things don't matter! Sure, the attention is exciting at first, but the thrill soon fades. It's all because of my position at Vogue. However, that's just one part of me. There's another huge part of me that wants a connection, love, and mutual caring with another man. And that is something that I can't have anytime I want it!"

"I hear ya, and I think that Kurt gets it. Think about what he gave you yesterday. He didn't spend a load of dosh or take you to some swishy high-profile place. Kurt offered you something totally different. He planned the day around a conversation you had when he had lunch here last month, and he organized Bentley to show up with a van. He even gave you a foot massage. And when you were asleep, he organized the apartment, bought your dinner, and left you a ridiculously sweet note."

"You've seen the note?" Blaine asks, quite surprised.

"Dude, you left it right here next to the coffee machine. But that's not the point. The point is that he cares about you. These aren't the actions of someone trying to get into the good books of Vogue's editor-in-chief. They're the actions of someone who cares about Blaine Anderson, a man that loves music and Broadway and is a great guy."

"You really think so?" Blaine asks timidly.

"Ugh! What do I have to do to get through to you! Kurt's into you, so grow a pair and go get him!"

*****

It's business as usual as Bentley drives Blaine to the office. After checking his work related e-mails, he quickly opens up Twitter. Fortunately, there are no tweets or photos of Kurt and himself at the Brooklyn Flea Market. He grabs his phone and sends Kurt a message. Thanks for yesterday. I had a great time. Sorry for falling asleep so quickly. The place looks amazing, and there's not one thing I want to change.

"Bentley, thanks for helping Kurt and I out yesterday. I didn't think I could carry those bags one step further before you arrived. Kurt's quite the shopper."

"Your welcome, Blaine. Eric and I had a chance to look around the market when you were in the furniture section. Kurt even texted me with an idea for Marsha's next birthday present. I can't tell you what a relief it is to have something ready to give her."

"Let me give you some money for Eric."

"There's no need. Kurt took care of that. Eric was thrilled to have the cash. He bought a couple of vintage band T-shirts at the market."

Wow, Kurt did think of everything. Blaine's phone vibrates a few times in quick succession and he immediately swipes the screen to read the new messages.

I had a great time too. I'm regretting the burrito because Chrystal is making me do an extra 15 minutes on the running machine. Good thing I can text and run at the same time :)

You're cute when you're sleeping, so don't worry about it. My hands must be magic :P

Blaine smiles broadly at the messages. He's happy that Kurt thinks he's cute.

"Kurt took care of me too. We had an arrangement, but it backfired. 'The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret'? You're too much, Blaine."

"Ha! I told Kurt you would get it. One day, my friend. One day, I'll let you know."

Blaine returns to his phone, and before he can compose a reply, he receives another two messages.

I'm glad you like everything in your apartment. Maybe we can do the bedrooms next?

Do you have a bucket list?

Blaine thinks about that for a moment. He doesn't have a bucket list but it sounds like a great idea. He just hopes that the things that he wants to do match up with Kurt's list as well.

No bucket list, but I'm definitely going to put one together. So those high school fantasies… you'll need to share those as well!

Blaine isn't sure whether he went too far to text about high school fantasies. He definitely doesn't want to start sexting with Kurt. His phone vibrates again and he quickly reads the new messages.

Honestly, they're pretty tame. I used to think that a touch of the fingertips was as sexy as it got.

The other big fantasy involved a superhero who rescues me from the hell that was high school.

Blaine laughs out loud and quickly types his reply. I'll have to wear my Nightbird outfit for you sometime ;)

Blaine puts down his phone and thinks about the perfect date he had yesterday with Kurt. Well, it was almost perfect. Blaine wishes that he had stayed awake long enough to have the end of date kiss.

Author's notes

Bentley's ringtone that isn't his ringtone – 'The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret' by Queens of the Stone Age.

I am now back in Thailand so you will find that updates will be earlier in the day for most of you (and possibly on Friday night in North America). This week I was reminded of how supportive and thoughtful my readers can be. I was informed that BBC2 in the UK is airing a two part programme called 'Absolutely Fashion: Inside British Vogue'. A documentary maker was given access to British Vogue for the first time in its history. I have downloaded the first part and will watch it this weekend. The second part airs September 12th for those that live in the UK (maybe the first part is on the BBC iplayer?).

Thank you to Lilyandersteen, the most fabulous beta ever, although all mistakes are mine. Come visit me a Tumblr (HKVoyage) for the story artwork and my thoughts when writing this chapter. Reviews are like the aroma of freshly baked bread. Trust me, every review, kudos, bookmark, and subscription makes me smile.

Next up: Vogue's May issue hits the newsstands.