The party went on without a hitch. Kurt managed to change out of his sodden clothes and bandage which was binding his wings, into his second outfit. As he exchanged clothes, he knew it was perfect. He wore a simple white tank top with matching shorts. It was simple, but that wasn't all. He got rid of the hat and bandage and instead chose to wear a white, short sleeved jacket with golden lines running in an abstract yet symmetrical manner.

That would have been adequate, as the jacket would hide his wings, and the lightness of the clothes, both in weight and colour, provided him with relief from the summer sun, but he had decided it wasn't enough. Kurt reached into Finn's bag and pulled out a pair of large, novelty angel wings that he had found lying around in his room. He remembered when Mercedes gave them to him. "You're just like an angel, boo," she had said with an awed look in her eyes. "If you wear these, I'm pretty sure everyone would think so too." Kurt smiled and put them on. He looked at himself in the mirror and grinned. Yes, this would blow everyone away.

As he went back to the pool, he felt all of the New Direction's eyes were on him, in a good way. They all knew that Kurt Hummel was fashionable and stylish, but the outfit he was wearing topped everyone's expectations. He looked at everyone and they smiled warmly back at him. He glanced at Blaine, whose mouth was hanging slightly ajar. Kurt started feeling awkward, so he put down Finn's bag and headed over to the drinks chest. He heard wet footsteps behind him.

"Oh my God, Kurt! You remembered them!" Mercedes gushed. Kurt turned around to meet his best friend's dazzling smile.

"Of course I remembered them. How could I forget something given by a diva like you?" Kurt said as Mercedes laughed and reached out to stroke the wings.

"Did you turn into an angel, Kurt?" asked Brittany as she emerged from behind Mercedes. "Your wings look so real." Kurt grinned at her. Then he realised that all of the girls had gotten out of the pool and started surrounding him, admiring and touching his wings. Eventually it got too much for Kurt, and he just wanted to sit down. He tried to break free of the girls, as much as he enjoyed spending time with them, but he just didn't want all this attention. He tried to tell them politely that he wanted to go, but they ignored him, as if they were hypnotised by his wings. Inside, Kurt felt his annoyance rising. He wanted to snap at them for crowding and ignoring him, but he knew that it would only make them angry at him. He waved his arms at the boys in the pool, but they were too busy laughing at the girls' fascination. Kurt hung his head in despair. Maybe wearing the wings were a bad idea after all.

"Ladies, I believe you have admired Angel Kurt Hummel's wings enough for today." Blaine's smooth voice sailed through the air. The girls stopped their fascinated inspections and giggles to look at Blaine. They considered his statement for a moment, before moving away from Kurt. They jumped back into the pool and resumed whatever game they were playing before. Kurt looked at Blaine, whose slightly toned chest and abdomen glistened in the afternoon sun. Blaine's wings were in their relaxed state, reflecting a similar position to Kurt's fake ones. Blaine tilted his head to have a better look at Kurt's wings. "Those look nice on you."

"Um... Thanks." Kurt blushed. He knew that Blaine knows that they're fake, but he couldn't stop thinking about what might happen when Blaine found out about his real wings. There was a pause between them.

"Hey, I know that we haven't talked for a few days, but it doesn't mean that you have to go all silent on me."

"Sorry." Kurt said in a small voice. Blaine chuckled.

"I'm just kidding. Hey why don't we go out to relax one day?" Blaine said as he lowered himself onto a chair next to Kurt. "Maybe Monday? We can get to know each other better." Kurt looked down at Blaine. His wings were still relaxed, but they were shaking slightly, like if Blaine was anticipating Kurt's answer. Then Kurt realised that he yet has to answer.

"Yeah, sure. Monday sounds good." Kurt grinned at Blaine. "That gives me a day to plan my outfit. No pressure." He added with a laugh. Blaine's wings stopped shaking.

"Great! You still have my helmet right?" Kurt nodded. "I'll pick you up at 10 o'clock, if that's okay with you?" Kurt nodded again. "Awesome."

Eventually, the party ended at midnight. Everyone, except Finn, Kurt and Blaine, were drunk thanks to Puck. Apart from being dragged into the pool by Blaine, Kurt thought was actually pretty fun. He managed to stay away from the pool, with his friends emerging from the pool to accompany him and to grab a drink every now and then. But now, everyone was either passed out in the backyard, or still drinking. Finn, Kurt and Blaine managed to drag everyone inside and leave them to wake up the next morning. Luckily, Mr Schue was more tolerant to alcohol than his students, so he made sure that everyone was safe, before urging the three boys to go home, ensuring that he would take care of his glee club. Finn wanted to take Rachel home, but Kurt argued that Burt wouldn't be happy if he found that a girl was in Finn's bedroom. The tall teen reluctantly gave up arguing with Kurt, and the three boys headed home. Kurt wanted a lift from Blaine, but he remembered that he didn't have his helmet, so he stuck with Finn.

As the pickup truck's engine started, there was a knock on Kurt's window. He whipped around to find Blaine straddling his motorcycle while grinning at Kurt through his helmet. And he still wasn't wearing his shirt. Kurt blushed and rolled down the window.

"I'll text you later today for details about tomorrow." Blaine said. Kurt gave him the thumbs up, and watched Blaine speed off, wings out behind him like he usually did. Finn coughed slightly, not wanting to know what was happening between Kurt and Blaine.

The step-brothers arrived home and Burt and Carole were already asleep. They crept softly up the darkened stairs to their respective rooms. Kurt closed his door, took off the fake wings and jacket, effectively freeing his wings, and flopped onto his bed. He didn't care about his moisturising routine or his perfect outfit. He just wanted to sleep and in a matter of minutes, he was.

Kurt woke up to a fuzzy feeling coming from his hip. He rolled over, but the fuzziness didn't cease. He cracked open an eye and groaned at the intense light coming through the window. He quickly shut his eye and kneaded the palm of his hand into his eye socket, while the other tried to find what that annoying feeling was. He grabbed hold of something rectangular, solid and shaking in his pocket. Kurt lifted his head and opened both his eyes. Then he realised that it was his phone.

Quickly, he fumbled to get it out of the pocket of his shorts, and pressed the 'accept call' button.

"H'llo?" Kurt mumbled into the handset as he yawned.

"Rise and shine, angel." Kurt could hear Blaine smiling through the phone. "It's a wonderful day outside. How are you and have you had your lunch yet?" Kurt furrowed his eyebrows together.

"What time is it?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, it's only a little past one o'clock in the afternoon." Kurt's mouth fell open. Quickly, he did a calculation.

"I'VE BEEN ASLEEP FOR THIRTEEN HOURS?" Kurt screamed into the phone. "OH MY CHEE-" Kurt took a deep breath and calmed himself down, after all, he didn't want to scare Blaine. "Sorry, it's just that my skin must look like crap now." He heard Blaine laugh.

"Don't worry. You have about 21 hours until I pick you up for our outing tomorrow. And I'm sure you're going to look stunning, as usual." Kurt blushed.

"So, what's the plan?"

"I texted you the details, but since you just woke up, I'll just tell you here and now." Blaine explained that after he picked up Kurt, they were going to the city and to explore the sights and sounds of downtown Lima. Kurt agreed, saying that it was a good opportunity for Blaine to further explore his new home, and that since Kurt grew up here, he would be Blaine's tour guide. Blaine laughed at that idea, but accepted it anyways. "You know, we should go to that cafe that we went to the other day."

"Great idea! You know-" Kurt began while beaming.

"Kurt! Are you awake?" he heard Carole yelling from downstairs. "It's time to get up sweetie."

"Okay, I'm coming, Carole." He yelled back while pressing the phone to his chest. "Sorry, I kind of have to go now. My mom is trying to get me to eat." Blaine gave a hearty laugh.

"No problems, I should be going anyways. Text me, okay?"

"Okay. See you in 21 hours." Kurt said with a smile. Blaine said his farewell and hung up.

Kurt got out of bed and started heading down the stairs. He realised he was still in his now not-so-perfect outfit, but he didn't care. He had a date with Blaine Anderson tomorrow. Kurt smiled to himself. He tried to hide his smile, but Carole spotted it as he entered the kitchen.

"Had a good night?" she asked. Kurt nodded with a growing smile. It just wouldn't disappear.

"Blaine asked me to go out with him tomorrow!" he said as he sat down. Carole placed a plate of pancakes and sandwiches in front of him, probably left overs from breakfast and lunch.

"That's great, Kurt!"

"I know right? And he's got everything planned out and... he's so perfect." Kurt sighed as he took a bite out of a pancake. Carole smiled at her step-son. It was rare to see him so happy. She quietly left the kitchen to leave him by himself.

Kurt finished off his meal and washed the plates. He went back to his room and started planning his outfit for tomorrow. He also needed to make up for his lost moisturising routines.

So, Kurt began drifting around his bedroom, from closet to desk, then back to his closet with his special creams on his face. Teenage Dream blasted from his phone. He retrieved it and read the new message from Blaine:

I hope you're excited. Only 19 more hours to go. - Blaine :D

You bet I am. Why wouldn't I be? - Kurt :)

Haha I'm just joking with you. Can't wait for tomorrow. You remember what time right? - Blaine :D

10 am. Of course I remember. I can't wait either. It's going to be great. - Kurt :)

Kurt beamed at his phone. They were texting just like best friends, which reminded him to text Mercedes.

Hey Mercedes. How good was that party last night? - Kurt :)

Ugh. Got the worst headache right now, but it's better now because you're talking to me. :) And OMG yes, it was the best! - Mercedes :P

Haha, yes, I have that effect on people. I hope you feel better soon. - Kurt :)

He put his phone on vibrate and placed it on his desk. Kurt decided to focus on choosing an outfit, which was difficult as he had no idea of what to wear. He debated whether he should wear something simple, or something intricate. Kurt knew that his outfits for the past week have been relatively simple, so he was favouring something a bit more complex.

His phone vibrated, signalling that a new message had been received. Kurt fought the urge of checking it, but he didn't want to upset Mercedes with a delayed text. He sighed and picked up the phone.

I'm glad you remember. See you then. And btw, wear anything you want, but keep it simple and casual. - Blaine :D

Kurt blinked in surprise. It was like if Blaine had been reading his mind. After a while, Kurt smiled and placed his phone down. Since Blaine wanted simple and casual, Kurt would give it to him. He turned around to face his closet.

And Kurt had the best idea.

Fortunately, Kurt was able to sleep that night without any interruptions. His outfit was picked and planned and ready to go. His face had been set on a smile for the rest of the day. Even Burt and Finn were smiling when he emerged from his room for dinner. Kurt didn't mind them being happy. He had no idea why they were smiling though. Perhaps Carole told them about his and Blaine's outing tomorrow. That didn't matter to Kurt.

Kurt woke up at 8:30 am the next morning. He rushed around to get everything ready: his clothes, his moisturising routine and his hair. By 9.30 am, he was ready, sitting on the couch closest to the front door, waiting for Blaine to arrive. Next to him was Blaine's spare helmet. He picked it up, weighing it in his hands. Kurt never actually got the chance to fully examine it. For one, it was a dark silvery colour which reminded Kurt of storm clouds. He turned it in his hands to find a very detailed gold outline of a wing had been painted on. It was about three inches tall and stretched from where the left ear would be and tapered off as it reached the back of the head, as if it were a single-eared headphone. Even by Kurt's standards, it was very stylish.

As he turned the helmet upside-down to examine the inside, the sound of a motorcycle engine grew louder as Blaine arrived. Quickly, Kurt called out a farewell to his parents and ran outside. Blaine sat on his motorcycle as his helmeted eyes followed Kurt to the vehicle. The engine was still on, so Kurt had to yell to be heard.

"Not bad." Kurt motioned towards Blaine's choice of outfit. He was wearing his fake leather jacket and a pair of jeans rolled up so that his ankles were visible between the hem and his low-cut Chuck Taylors. It was simple and casual, as Blaine had said.

"You too." Kurt was proud of what he was wearing. Baby blue button up shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbows, a vest and a pair of skinny jeans. It was similar to the outfit he wore on the same day last week, the Monday that he had met Blaine, but he didn't mind. Kurt put on his helmet and climbed aboard Blaine's motorcycle. "Hang on tight!" Blaine called over his shoulder.

They arrived in the city, first stopping at the cafe that they had gone to last Tuesday. The two boys ordered their usual, before sitting down to talk. Like the previous time they were here, they both felt comfortable with just being with each other. However, unlike the previous time they were here, there was something different about Blaine. He was still smooth and perfect, but there was just something off about him, like when Kurt would talk about the latest fashion trends, Blaine would smile and his eyes would sparkle with admiration. But Kurt didn't notice it.

The two boys finished their coffees and left the cafe. Kurt decided to show Blaine around the clothing part of town, as it seemed that the only clothes Blaine owned belonged to the beach, and they were far away from one. Blaine allowed Kurt to drag him into several clothing stores, asking him to try on some articles of clothing that the taller boy had suggested.

"How about this one?" Blaine asked as he emerged from the tenth dressing room that day wearing a green and gold patterned polo shirt. Kurt was sitting in a chair, facing the entrance of Blaine's change room. Blaine did a twirl and beamed at Kurt.

"The colour scheme is horrible, but I like the design."

"Cool, so we should find another colour." Kurt nodded as Blaine went back into his cubicle. Minutes passed and Blaine hadn't re-emerged. Kurt was becoming worried.

"Blaine, are you okay?" asked Kurt.

"Uh... yeah, it's just that this thing is stuck. Could you help me?" Blaine called back.

"Sure, just wait a moment." Kurt inhaled to prepare himself for what was to come.

He entered the cubicle to find Blaine shirtless. Well, half-shirtless. He was in the middle of changing out of his current shirt and it appeared that his head was too big for the hole as there was an imprint of a button in the middle of Blaine's forehead. The shirt was now resting around his shoulders like a fashion disaster. Kurt couldn't help but laugh at Blaine's situation.

"Did you try to unbutton all of the buttons before taking the shirt off?" Kurt asked.

"Of course I did. When I was trying it on, I thought it was a bit tight around my head. And what goes on, must come off, right?"

"Hey calm down. We don't want your head to get too big now." Kurt snickered. Blaine shot him a glare, his wings out behind him, which effectively make Kurt shiver. "I was joking, okay? Now just breathe in and breathe out. I'll try to get this off." Kurt tried to keep quiet as he pulled the shirt off, in case the noises would arouse suspicion. He positioned his hand on one side, tug it upwards gently, and then reposition it, before tugging it again. He repeated this until the shirt finally came off Blaine's head. Once he was free from the material, Blaine hugged Kurt tightly.

"Thank you so much Kurt." Blaine whispered against Kurt's neck. Kurt tried to wrap his hands around Blaine's body without touching his wings. When he succeeded, he brought Blaine closer to him.

"Don't worry. It's gone now." They kept holding on to each other. Seconds, minutes, hours could have passed, but they wouldn't have noticed. The only things that these two boys noticed were each other. Eventually, they pulled their heads away from each other's shoulder. Blaine and Kurt looked at each other's face with only inches between them. Blaine's gaze made Kurt feel like he was melting, with those amber irises looking through his soul. Quickly, Kurt caught Blaine's eyes glance slightly downward. Kurt was confused. He wanted Blaine to look at him in the eyes. Blaine leaned in, noses touching each other and lips just barely brushing. Kurt's wings felt like if they were going to burst out of his jacket.

Then, they met.

Ooohoo. Cliffhanger! But I always leave you on guys on cliffhangers anyways.
I've got a rough idea of what the plot outline is like for this story. Altogether, there are going to be 20 chapters, including an epilogue, so that means that there are going to be 6 more chapters to go.
Reviews?

There's no preview of the next chapter because I've had this huge migraine which has affected the way I see things for the past week, but don't worry, I assure you that the next chapter will be up on the given date.

Next chapter is up on the 9th. See you then. :D