A/N: I got this based off Britney Spears "Gimme More". Short chapter, I hope you like it. Before anyone else starts telling me how I've forgotten Klaine, or they're becoming a background. I have an ENTIRE Klaine plot. Only thing, and is, its more emotional, more hard to write, than the Davana plot. Davana is pretty simply, so I'm trying to pan them out first, and then go back to Klaine. Sorry to all those who are HERE for the Klaine. I swear, just give me sometime; you won't be disappointed.

Also! To those who I have converted into a Davana shipper, I started a new series based off Davana. Its basically a bunch of different stories of how they met and stuff like that. Its more for the show, so Santana is (kinda) bitchy again and its just cool. Please check it out and tell me what you think. Ima shut up now. Enjoy!

P.S, my beta is away on holiday/vacation in Germany, so if there are any mistakes, please be kind and do not yell at me or complain over comments. Thank you/Danke!

P.S, I don't own Glee or any of the characters. If I did, the show would be VERY different. I also do not own Britney Spears' song, as it belongs to Britney Spears.

Blaine pulled Kurt close, tightening his fingers which were loosely linked together. It was one of the rare days that they both had off from work and the weather was nice, so neither couldn't think of anything else better than a walk through the park.

Kurt was going on about something; what that was, Blaine sadly wasn't aware of. He had bigger things on his mind. Like the little wiggle Kurt had when he walked; how it showed off his legs and his behind (though Blaine swears he isn't looking, when its quiet obvious he is). The way his eyes sparkle when he's excited and he does that little happy-clap that only last about three seconds. How soft his skin is and how perfectly fitting his clothes are. How incredibly sexy he can be when he doesn't even realize it; driving Blaine totally out of his mind.

There are so many things Blaine could say about Kurt; how kind he is, how straight up, and confident, and beautiful, and poise, and smart, and silly, and just. . . . Everything he could ever ask for. And as silly as it is to ever want to deny this feeling; whether due to fear or something like that; Blaine had to face the fact: he was in love with Kurt.

The big question now was: did Kurt love him too? Of course Kurt cared for him! They've been dating for sometime now, and Kurt doesn't seem like the type of person to linger if it didn't work well with him. They got along perfectly; had so much in common. Sure there was the issues about the height differences and Kurt's love for heels, but what did that matter! Size meant nothing when it came to love.

There it was again, that wonderful word. Love. Blaine could practically skip the rest of the way he was so happy; as if he were stranded on could nine. Nothing else in the world mattered, nothing but Kurt. He had to tell him! And soon. But how! Telling someone you love them is meant to be special. Not just some "Hey, how are you? That's great! I love you, by the way" or "Wanna go out tonight? That's great, pick you up around seven. Love you!" or randomly screaming it in his face or bringing it up mid-sentence.

No. This had to be perfect. Special, and perfect, and something they'll always remember for the rest of their lives. The only question was: how?

"You want me to go where!"

Santana's voice carried louder than she meant to, leading several people to turn and look at them. She gave them the evil eye and a silent snarl before turning back to David. "Seriously, you want me, to go to Ohio, with you?"

"Why not?" David questioned unfazed by her surprise. "Its my parents anniversary and they've been dying to meet you. My sister won't shut up about it. It'll be like our own little vacation." David lifted his drink, taking a long sip before clearing his throat. "Besides, aren't you from around there?"

"Lima." She tells him.

"That's only a couple hours from Westerville. We could stay an extra day and visit your family."

"Great," She mutters unenthusiastically, sipping her wine.

David leaned in, keeping his voice low. "Look, you don't have to go. I just thought it would be something we could do together. Spend some time together. But its whatever. I'll go by myself.

"Hey, mantenga sus caballos!"

"English, woman!" David requested, his patients wearing thin.

Santana leans in, a smirk playing across her lips. "I'm in."

David smiled brightly, not daring to hold back. "Really?"

"You wanna take me to Ohio, show me off, and tell me how amazing it is there, I'll do it. But you owe me. Big time."

"I'm sure that can be arranged."

"Oh, it better. I expect a very long and hard payback."

David shook his head, smiling. "You're such a perve, babe."

Santana shrugged, lifting her glass to take a swig. "It comes with the job."