Okay. Yesterday's chapter, when I talked about the deja vu? I didn't mean a similar chapter and I definitely didn't mean a chapter that someone else had written that I'd read. I was absolutely referring to that chapter written by me published somewhere. Half of you have read it, half of you haven't... so I'm still at a loss.

Let's move on.

From eli7abeth: But... have you got a prompt with a playground? Don't know why, but I always find playgrounds romantic :D Especially when it's dark and there's moonlight... *swoon*

Kurt and Blaine got together during BICO. Just because on the day of writing this story, Angela and I sang BICO to each other via email and lamented about the boys being so oblivious. So they got together during that episode... but didn't kiss. So this can be set somewhere when all of that drama was going on that is now unnecessary :)

I just had to get this perfect, for my sake. It's based on a photo I saw and fell in love with and based so many of my ideas of romance on. If you've seen the photo and figure out which one I'm talking about by my description, then I've done it right.

Playground

Kurt sighed, trying to block out the sound of Wes's snoring. All of the Warblers were currently sprawled on the floor of Nick's living room, fast asleep. All, that is, except for Kurt, who was still wide awake at four in the morning, an hour after everybody else had crashed. He wondered again, for about the twentieth time that night, why he had bothered to come to this party.

That said, the rest of the night had been quite enjoyable. Instead of alcohol making the night fun like at a New Directions party, Trent and David had both brought along their gaming systems and hooked them up to Nick's big screen TV which distracted the guys for most of the night. Kurt had even been convinced to join in - something that was immediately regretted when they realized the stereotype wasn't true and Kurt was kind of good at video games. Kind of, meaning he beat everybody else into the ground. It was only when people began to crash was when the problem started. Kurt was still wide awake when the last person fell asleep and knew he wouldn't be sleeping any time that night.

Pulling himself out of his sleeping bag, Kurt stood and quietly tiptoed out of the room, grabbing his clothes on the way. He slipped into the bathroom and dressed quickly, pulling on his jacket as he left and made his way towards the front door. Maybe if I wander for a bit, I'll get tired.

Stepping out into Nick's front yard, Kurt made sure to close the door quietly behind him. He took a couple of steps down to the sidewalk then paused, looking around. I'm sure there was a park around here... where?

The sound of the door opening again jarred Kurt out of his thoughts and he turned to see Blaine walking towards him, shrugging his own jacket on. "What are you doing up?"

Blaine stopped beside him, staring out into the dark street for a moment before looking at Kurt and smiling. "Heard you get up, thought I'd see what you were up to."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."

Blaine shook his head, taking his hand lightly. "I was awake. I ended up sleeping right next to Wes."

Kurt mock-shuddered and Blaine laughed. "So, where were you headed?"

"Um, I think there's a park down the road... that way?" Kurt pointed to the left. "I saw it on my way in."

"Works for me." The two boys began to walk down the dark road, their hands lightly clasped between them. "So why couldn't you sleep?"

Kurt shrugged. "I always struggle sleeping at someone else's house. Add to that the snoring and ... yeah."

Blaine murmured in agreement. A second later, the moon disappeared behind a cloud and Blaine stumbled slightly, Kurt grabbing his arm. "Easy, there. You alright?"

"I can't see too well in the dark," Blaine admitted.

Kurt chuckled, keeping his arm wrapped around Blaine's. "Didn't eat enough carrots as a kid?" he teased lightly, leaning slightly into Blaine's shoulder as they walked.

"Clearly not," Blaine said, laughing quietly. A moment later, the moon reappeared, but Kurt made no indication of letting go. They walked together comfortably for another minute or so until they turned the corner and a large playground was in front of them. Blaine immediately tugged out of Kurt's grasp, turning to face him. "I have something very important to say to you."

Kurt frowned. "Yes?"

"Race you to the swings!"

Before Kurt could register the comment, Blaine was gone. "That's so not fair!" Kurt yelled, chasing after him. Of course he couldn't catch up, and by the time he got there Blaine was on the only adult-sized swing, poking his tongue out happily. "Come on, you do track!"

"And you played football." Blaine shrugged. "I think we're even."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I was the kicker. Totally doesn't count." He stared down at Blaine who was scuffing his feet absently through the bark. "Go on then."

Blaine looked up, pouting in the exact same way he had been during Baby It's Cold Outside that had set Kurt's heart wild. "Can you push me? Please?"

"What are you, five?" But Kurt knew he couldn't say no to that face, especially when Blaine widened his eyes further. "Put the lip away before someone gets hurt," he muttered, walking around behind Blaine and beginning to push him gently, letting his fingers rest on Blaine's back for a second longer than necessary each push.

Blaine tilted his head back and grinned so happily that Kurt practically melted where he was standing because wow, he had never imagined he would be able to do something like this. He had seen plenty of heterosexual couples doing the same sort of thing but never had he thought he would be able to do something as simple as this in the middle of Ohio with his boyfriend. It didn't matter that it was the middle of the night, they were still here and Blaine was still his and sometimes it was a bit too much to take and Kurt found himself wondering when he was going to wake up and realize he had just hit his head during one of the dumpster tosses and imagined up the whole thing.

Kurt took a step back since Blaine was swinging high enough without needing to be pushed. Wrapping his arms around the railing, Kurt leaned his head against the cool metal bar and simply watched Blaine as he hung from the swing, leaning back as far as he could without hitting his head on the ground and smiling like it was his job. "You should totally try this!" he called out before laughing as his hair brushed against the ground.

"Well I would but someone's hogging the swing, you see." Blaine immediately scuffed his feet into the ground to slow himself down and Kurt rolled his eyes. "I didn't say you had to stop. I'm sure I won't have as much fun with it as you are."

But Blaine was already jumping off and grabbing the chains of the swing to stop it completely. "Come on," he said, reaching out to tug at Kurt's arm lightly. "I'll show you just how much fun it can be."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, intrigued, but obediently walked over and sat himself on the swing. Instead of moving behind him, however, Blaine was still standing right in front of him, his arms holding onto the chains at the top. Kurt looked up at him and smiled because in the soft moonlight, Blaine was kind of gorgeous. Not to say that Blaine wasn't gorgeous in any kind of light, but there was something about the soft shadows caressing his face that Kurt fell in love with all over again. "Hi," he whispered without thinking about it.

Blaine stared down at him for a few seconds before smiling, soft and sudden. "Hi there," he whispered back, dropping his arms from the chains. "You might want to hold on."

Kurt frowned but took the chains in his hands, letting his forearms rest against Blaine's shoulders. And then Blaine was stepping forward, pushing the swing back so Kurt could barely reach the ground and wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist tightly. Whether it was a combination of the chill of the night, the tight grip around his midsection or the simple fact of what they were doing, but Kurt could hardly breathe. "Is this too much?" Blaine murmured, and Kurt suddenly realized the detail that he should have noticed before; Blaine's face was only inches from his.

"No," he managed to get out, overwhelmingly aware of Blaine being right there. He shut his eyes for a moment, wondering whether he was still dreaming. But when he opened them, Blaine was still standing there, staring at him, smiling like he had everything he wanted in his arms right now.

Maybe he does.

That realization was nearly too much for Kurt to take. With a muffled whimper, he buried his head into Blaine's shoulder, pulling himself as close as he could to his boyfriend, his feet leaving the ground completely as he did. "My god, Blaine, I love you."

Blaine took a quick breath and his grip around Kurt's waist tightened. "I love you too," he whispered in Kurt's ear, sending goosebumps down his body. "You have no idea, Kurt."

"I do," Kurt murmured, pulling away just enough to look Blaine in the eye. "I really do, I promise. I've been wanting to say that forever."

Blaine's expression shifted completely and then he was leaning in, brushing his lips softly against Kurt's. Kurt didn't even have time to be shocked before he was kissing Blaine back, soft hesitant touches turning into a connection of lips and bodies and hearts. And, yeah, it was a safe bet to say that Kurt never wanted to stop doing this, never wanted his feet to touch the ground again if it meant he could stay here and kiss Blaine for the rest of his life.

Although, when Blaine pulled away to whisper, "I love you," in his ear again, Kurt figured slight interruptions were acceptable. Especially when he got to repeat the words and watch Blaine's eyes light up and just know that this boy right here was his.

Then they were kissing again with everything they had in them, no care for consequence or regret because there were none. And as the sun slowly rose, sending their conjoined silhouette across the grass in soft glows, Kurt's heart had never felt lighter.

*sniffs*

MusicalEscape:

Kurt and Blaine aren't the only spies...

"Agents 3 & 6 paging agents Gavel and Kazoo."

"We hear ya. Quick, while they're making out! Take the hair gel!"

"Should I grab the cake?"

"What the- cake in the bathroom? Sure, I guess. Oh crap, here he comes. Bye!"

"No! Don't leave us! NOOOO- oh, hey, this cake is really good."