Everyone has secrets, or at least one secret. For Kurt Hummel, he has three. Two are already known, and the last one he was absolutely positive of.

He was in love with Blaine Anderson.

And Kurt was sure that Blaine loved him back.

So, Kurt Hummel smiled to himself as he clung onto the other boy's waist as the two sped through town on Blaine's motorcycle, thinking about the past three weeks, and how the boy that his arms were wrapped around had changed his life.

It was the day after the two boy's confessions. Blaine had decided to go home after Kurt's admittance, and had promised to text Kurt later on in the day. True to his word, Blaine had messaged him, not only asking how his day was, but also asking if Kurt would like to accompany him on an outing, or date, which the taller boy liked to call it in his head, the next day. Kurt immediately agreed, and questioned Blaine about where they were going to go. Blaine had only replied that it was a surprise, and that Kurt should dress casual and leave his wings out.

Kurt asked why, and picked out his outfit; digging deep into his wardrobe to find some clothes which he knew was going to impress Blaine. Once he was satisfied and made sure it suited the casual look, he waited by his phone, hoping that Blaine would text back with an answer. Kurt carried the device everywhere he went through the house. It was next to his plate at dinner time, with Finn and Burt shooting him curious looks across the table. The phone was on his on the bench in front of him when he was helping Carole with the dishes, hoping it would ring. Carole began to ask Kurt if he was alright, but she didn't want to ruin his mood. She had noticed that Kurt had brightened up, compared to the past few days, and for whatever reason, she was grateful.

Soon, it was time to go to sleep, and Kurt had not received a response from Blaine. He got worried. Maybe Blaine had confronted his father about their families' history, and his father had gotten angry at him. Kurt shook that idea out of his head and closed his eyes, trying to get to sleep.

Sunday morning was brilliant, and it was promised to stay that way for the rest of the day. There was not a cloud in the sky, and there was a light, refreshing breeze in the air. Despite the lovely weather, Kurt had felt worn. He hadn't gotten much sleep that night, as he was worrying over Blaine's lack of response and the possible outcomes of the date, He had tossed and turned and tried to count sheep, but his mind would always wonder back to Blaine and his warm hazel eyes and perfect voice. That alone could have made Kurt fall asleep, but the thought of Blaine being punished by Lawrence kept Kurt up all night, hoping that Blaine was alright.

Luckily, Blaine was indeed alright. He turned up at the Hudmel house without a scratch or bruise, to Kurt's relief. The taller boy could not contain his excitement. By the time Blaine had pulled into the drive way, Kurt was already standing outside his front door, beaming at the other boy's. As soon as Blaine took off his helmet, Kurt ran over and placed a light kiss on his lips. Kurt pulled away with a cheeky grin on his face, leaving Blaine looking like a deer in the headlights. Kurt giggled.

"It's nice to see you too." Kurt grinned as he reached for the spare helmet which Blaine was holding. He noticed it was the same one that he kept for two weeks, the dark silver one with the golden wing printed on to it. Kurt strapped it on and mounted the vehicle as Blaine proceeded to put his helmet back on. The passenger wrapped his arms around the driver's waist, and they sped out off the driveway.

And that is how Kurt ended up smiling in his helmet, thinking about the wonderful boy who was driving the motorcycle as he pressed his head against Blaine's fake-leather clad back. Just as Kurt wondered where Blaine was taking them, Blaine pulled over and from what Kurt could hear, they were on some kind of loose rock road. Blaine killed the engine and dismounted the vehicle, with Kurt reluctantly letting go of his waist.

Kurt looked around. They had long left the city and had just pulled off a highway out of Lima. Surrounding them was nothing but the sky, the lone stretch of road and fields of tall grass surrounded by some wire fencing. He took off his helmet and got off the motorcycle to join Blaine by the fence.

"What are we doing here?" Kurt asked softly. Blaine turned to face him, a grin on his face. He pointed towards the middle of the field and Kurt craned his neck to see what the shorter boy was pointing at. Kurt turned back to face Blaine. "Is this some kind of joke?" Blaine laughed, took Kurt by the hand and started to lead Kurt through the field, towards where he had pointed at. "Where are you taking me?"

"So many questions," laughed Blaine. "You'll find out soon." Just as he said that, a clearing in the field appeared before them. Kurt gasped. Laid on the ground was a red and white checker picnic blanket. In the middle of the blanket sat a medium sized wicker basket. Slowly, Kurt moved towards the basket, curiously inspecting it. Blaine laughed quietly as he stood with his arms crossed. Kurt sat down by the basked and gasped once again when he opened it.

"Did you make all these? How did they get here?" Kurt asked wide-eyed to Blaine. The shorter boy smiled and went to join Kurt on the blanket where the other boy had already begun unloading the basket. There were plates of finger sandwiches, fruit tarts and other snacks such as fruit.

"My mom helped me." Blaine admitted. Kurt just stared at Blaine.

"So you told her?"

"Yeah, I did." Kurt kept staring. "She knows about the history between our families, and she's more accepting than my father. She only pretended to hate gays because of my father and his aggressive streak. She was scared that he might hurt her if she were to rebel against his idea." Blaine ducked his head. "Yesterday, she noticed that I was smiling a lot when I was texting you, so she asked me what was happening. I knew I couldn't hide a secret from her, so I told her." Blaine raised his head again. "She was happy for me, despite our family past, and she wanted to help today be special, so ta-da." Blaine spread his hands towards the mat and the food. "As for getting the food here, I dropped them off before I picked you up."

Kurt nodded. He wondered if Blaine had told his father, and if he did, what Lawrence's reaction was. Blaine noticed Kurt's silence. He picked up a sandwich and held it towards Kurt's mouth. "Eat," Blaine commanded with a light tone to his voice.

Kurt looked at the sandwich, and then to Blaine, who had a smirk on his face. Slowly, a smile spread on Kurt's face and he opened his mouth. He took a bite and chewed. Kurt had to admit that this sandwich was the best he had ever eaten.

"This is so good," Kurt praised as he took the food from Blaine, who chuckled. "What did you put into this?"

"Chicken, cheese, pepper, the normal stuff, I guess." Blaine shrugged and took of his jacket, freeing his wings. They stretched out behind him, catching the breeze in the feathers. Kurt finished off his sandwich and stared at Blaine's wings. They were so white and strong and perfect, like the rest of their carrier's body. Kurt gulped and gathered enough courage to ask Blaine something he had been thinking of since he had first seen them.

"Can I, um, can I..." Kurt didn't want to say it. He feared that it would make him sound desperate, and Blaine would leave him. The other boy looked up at Kurt with a puzzled look. He sensed Kurt's uncertainty and took the taller boy's hand and held it gently between his two.

"Yes, Kurt, what is it?" Blaine asked softly. Kurt looked down at their hands and felt a boost in his courage levels. He inhaled to meet Blaine's gaze.

"From the very first day I saw you and your wings, I had the urge to just reach out and touch them," Kurt blurted out. He blushed and averted the eye contact shared between them. Kurt didn't see Blaine smile, but he felt Blaine leaning over to hug him.

"And why didn't you? I would have been perfectly happy if you came up to me and started to feel my wings." If Kurt could have turned any more redder, he did. The image of him walking up to Blaine and placing his hands on the other boy's wings was embarrassing, but it was something Kurt had resisted from doing.

"You thought I was a normal human and it would have been weird if a human came up to you and started touching something that you were sure that they couldn't see." Kurt felt Blaine nod against his shoulder. Kurt pulled out of the hug. "And I guess I have to apologise for hiding mine from you," Kurt raised his wings for emphasis. "I kept this secret from you for a long time." Blaine laughed.

"Three weeks aren't a long time. And don't worry, I understand." Kurt was about to ask Blaine what he meant, but Blaine raised a hand to silence him. "Yesterday, before I texted you, my dad sat me down and told me about the history." Blaine paused and looked down. "He explained how your mom used to always wear jackets so that her wings would be hidden." Blaine looked up. "And that's what you did, right?" Kurt nodded.

"My dad wanted to protect me from any other wing carriers which might be at school. I was perfectly sure that everyone was just normal humans and that I was perfectly safe, but he insisted that I wear a jacket for the last week of school. And then you turned up." Blaine had a look of mock horror on his face.

"You make it sound like I did something wrong."

"You did." Kurt laughed as Blaine tried to figure out what he did wrong. "Don't worry, I'll tell you soon." Blaine made a noise of protest, but let it go. The two fell into a comfortable silence. They continued to eat the tarts and sandwiches Gloria had kindly prepared for them. Kurt took a bite out of one of the tarts and hummed in satisfaction. Blaine looked up at him and smiled.

"Have I told you that you look stunning today, angel?" Blaine asked. Kurt gave him a small, modest smile. He had picked his most intricate yet casual clothes he could find. Staying with the angel theme, because Blaine kept calling him that, Kurt decided to wear a white sleeveless shirt with a golden zip which ran down the front of his chest. He wore the white shorts he had worn to Puck's party, as well as white slip-ons that Finn had given to Kurt for his birthday. Finn had even painted the soles gold. Altogether with his wings, he was sure that he himself looked top notch. Kurt's wings ruffled in pride.

"You look good, too." Kurt said to Blaine. Blaine was dressed in his normal beach style, but it was different. He wore a black tank top which exposed his lightly tanned skin and biceps, and a pair of black cargo shorts. It was almost like if he was contrasting Kurt's outfit. Blaine laughed.

"We're almost like opposites."

"What do you mean by 'almost'?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Our wings," Blaine breathed as he leaned in towards Kurt. His voice sent shivers up Kurt's spine, and made Kurt's wings extend to their full length. Kurt closed his eyes to calm himself down. He opened them to find Blaine only inches away, his eyes flitting between Kurt's eyes and his mouth. Kurt smiled and leaned in so that they were kissing.

Blaine closed his eyes as soon as their lips touched. He pushed Kurt backwards so that the taller boy laid flat on the blanket. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck to deepen the kiss. Kurt felt his toungue slip pass his lips and slide across Blaine's, hoping to seek entrance. Blaine let Kurt through and both boys promptly gave out a soft moan. Their tongues explored each other's mouth and fought for dominance. Blaine broke the kiss and moved so that he was straddling Kurt. He leaned back down again to reconnect their mouths, their tongues trying to better the other's.

Kurt slid his hands down Blaine's back so that they rested on Blaine's wings. They twitched slightly when Kurt first brushed against them, but slowly relaxed against the hands. Kurt slowly began massaging the base of the wings, making Blaine moan into Kurt's mouth. Kurt smiled, running his hands up and down the base of Blaine's wings. Blaine gripped Kurt's shoulders and flipped them over so that Kurt was now on top, without breaking the kiss. The taller boy moved his hands so that they were on either side of Blaine's head and leaned down to encourage Blaine to keep going. Blaine moved his hands from Kurt's shoulders to Kurt's wings, copying Kurt's previous actions. Kurt shivered as Blaine's slightly calloused hands ran down his back towards his wings. When Blaine reached the base, Kurt sworn it was the most intimate thing he had ever felt. He moaned and pushed down even more. Blaine laughed softly and pushed upwards to equal Kurt's power. Suddenly Blaine pulled out of the kiss. Kurt looked down a Blaine, disappointment clearly evident in his face.

"I just remembered that I have something to give you." Blaine started to sit up. Kurt scrambled off Blaine's lap and let the other boy move. Blaine reached for his jacket lying near the basket. He turned his back to Kurt and extracted a small, flat box from a pocket. Blaine turned back to Kurt and held out the gift. Kurt hesitantly took the box and turned it in his hands. "You're supposed to open it." Blaine chuckled.

"I know, I'm just surprised that you actually got me something. You didn't have to." Kurt said.

"But I promised to get you something," Blaine whined, which reminded Kurt of a puppy. "Go ahead, open it."

Kurt nodded and proceeded to open the box. He gasped. Inside was a small pair of white enamel angel wings outlined in gold, connected to a gold chain. The boy extracted the gift from the box and dangled it in front of his face, and awed look spreading across it.

"How much was this worth? I mean, you didn't really have to get me anything, let alone jewellery!" Blaine chuckled.

"It didn't cost me anything. It is an Anderson family tradition to give these wings to their partner. There is a branch of our family which sells jewellery, and they continue to make these to carry on the tradition." Kurt held the pendant in the palm of his hand. "Even though I got this when I still thought you were a human, I knew it suited you." Kurt looked back up at Blaine and threw his arms around the other boy's neck.

"Thank you so much! I don't know how to repay you." Kurt leaned back and Blaine chuckled.

"You don't have to repay me," began Blaine. "Although..." Blaine looked up to the sky with a thoughtful look.

"Come on, tell me!" Kurt whined. Blaine looked back at Kurt. Blaine positioned himself so he has facing Kurt straight on and took a deep breath. He looked Kurt in the eye and took his hands.

"Would you, Kurt Hummel, be my..." Blaine searched for the word. Kurt held onto his breath, his heart pounding faster and faster with every moment. "My... boyfriend?" A smile grew wide on Kurt's face as he nodded enthusiastically. Blaine smiled warmly as he took the necklace from Kurt and moved behind the surprised boy. He slipped it around Kurt's neck and clipped the two ends together. Blaine moved back to the front and kissed Kurt gently. He pulled back to see that there was a white light being emitted from the pendant. Kurt looked down at it and gave Blaine a puzzled look. Blaine chuckled. "These are no ordinary pendants. They glow when two wing carriers have been united." Kurt nodded and looked down.

The boys leaned in and rested their foreheads together. Blaine closed his eyes and smiled at the contact. Kurt left his eyes open to memorise every detail of Blaine's face. He thought about his life before he had met Blaine, when love seemed to be so far away and impossible. Kurt had thought that he would never find another wing carrier like him, until that day almost four weeks ago, when Kurt was asked to show Blaine around his new school.

"I love you." Kurt whispered, hoping that Blaine had heard. Blaine opened his eyes in surprise, before grinning at the other boy.

"I love you too." Blaine whispered back.

Kurt closed his eyes and remembered what he had promised his parents all those years ago, and what he thought would never happen to him.

Don't worry, I know I will find someone one day.

Oh, there you are, I've been looking for you forever.

So, that's the end. :)

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