Hola! So you know the drill, Ryan Murphey + Restraining order = Me not owning Glee

'So Kurt...' Mercedes began once they had entered the hot tub of the spa. '... do you know what your prep boy had planned for you? Because we were all guessing on the way here. I said that it would be a dinner out.'

'Or tickets for a musical!' Rachel interjected.

'No it will be a movie.' Stated Tina.

'Or a wrestling match.' Suggested Lauren.

'Whatever it is, don't get pregnant.' Quinn muttered, causing the whole group to burst out laughing, she mumbled something about 'not being to careful.'

'I think Mercedes has it right. I am being picked up tonight and I am told that a table is booked, so unless he has set me up on a date with some random guy, I think that's the rest of my surprise.' Kurt said smiling, but then noticing that the girls looked at each other worryingly. 'What?' he asked.

Rachel coughed awkwardly before saying. 'Blaine did give us a message to tell you in person as well as the note. He asked us to tell you that you will be met in the restaurant and driven home and that he will see you after your dinner. We presumed that you planned the dinner and knew what was going on, but it sounds like you won be having dinner with Blaine.'

Kurt was worried now, his voice was growing higher and higher. 'So basically I am going to have dinner with GOD KNOWS WHO! He is then meeting me at HOME, not Dalton, but my house? Is he insane? What's he trying to do to me!'

'He also told us to remind you that this is a spa and that you should be relaxing.' Tina whispered, trying to calm him down. Kurt let out a groan and sunk down until the bubbles of the hot tub drowned the groan out. Lauren who was opposite him reached into the bubbles and yanked Kurt up by his arms.

'Stop being a wimp Hummel, drowning is not relaxing. Man up. Think about it! What this guy has done! He stole your clothes, putting you through hell! He is confusing you, putting you through more hell! You have to go to this dinner, then go find your precious, pansy prep boy and give him a piece of your mind!' Lauren said a little too enthusiastically, Kurt still in her wrestlers grasp. He let out a yelp, then she realised that she was about to dislocate his arm and she dropped him back into the tub with a splash.

'Lauren and I will help if you need razors or wrestling used on this boy, nobody hurts our sweet porcelain.' Santana said. Part of Kurt was angry at Blaine and wanted to give him a piece of his mind, but the more fanciful part of him was hoping that there would be something great at the end of the experience.

The Rachel stepped in. 'Guys Blaine, although he denies it, is a really romantic person. Surely Kurt should wait and see what he says, give him a chance to explain. If the explanation isn't a good one, we can surprise attack him, fully armed, but we need to hear him out.' Kurt sighed in relief. He like this plan.

The Spa trip came to an end and they make there way out and Rachel drove Kurt back to Dalton. After the goodbyes, he went up to his room to get ready for his dinner. As he opened the door, he was greeted by an Armani suit laid out on his bed. Damn this boy had taste.

Kurt, here is something for you to wear this evening. Don't hate me – B x Hey it's David again. Blaine is a good guy and you will love your present, don't be too hard on him. He just thinks it would be fun to do it this way (don't ask why) –D

Kurt smiled, maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all. But who was he having dinner with? Well he was soon to find out.

Sorry this is short, I'm so stressed atm so I haven't really had time to write. Don't hate me! Stick your reviews where I like 'em ;) What do you guys think Kurt's present will be? No price limit, as Blaine is going to be super duper rich in this fic!