Author's Note: Simply put, you guys are amazing and I'm just hoping that I won't ever disappoint you all. I also hope that none of you think this story ends after the three day/night thing. There is no possible way that I, you guys, or Blaine and Kurt can walk away from this with nothing really to show for it.

Kurt

"I would literally give away my soul if only to spend a day in your brain," I stated to Blaine as we made our way to a small restaurant and bar on the strip. He only smiled at me and pulled a chair out for Mercedes. She smirked at him and immediately I knew that Mercedes approved of him. I wasn't sure why, but I was thrilled that she did.

He pulled a chair out for me and waited for me to sit before he tucked it in. I watched him as he sat beside me, trying to seem calm by moving things around on the table. He lined up the salt and pepper shakers and put the laminated desert menus in a narrow pattern. I laughed at him and he smiled at me before casting his eyes away from mine.

"Seriously, Blaine. You should have seen him all morning. The boy looked he was about to blow up all over Vegas. I was starting to worry," Mercedes said as she looked over the menu.

"I wish I could have," he replied.

I rolled my eyes at him. "What was with the damn shoe thing?"

"I wanted to make you think that this day was going to be shit."

"Mission accomplished."

We all ordered our lunch and giddily smiled at each other. Mercedes and Blaine would catch each other's eyes and burst out laughing, leaving me awkwardly chuckling along. They were like two kids in class who caught a case of the giggles and would try to stop before the teacher scolded them for it, but it only made the situation that more funny. They got a hold of themselves just as the food arrived.

"All right, so let me just make sure that I've got this all sorted because it's still a bit fuzzy for me," I began, mostly to avoid eating. My stomach was too tense for food. "You called Mercedes after I went to bed and begged her to drag me around all over the strip just so could organize a flash-mob?"

Blaine smiled proudly and sat up in his chair. "Actually, the flash-mob planning only happened after I called Mercedes. I went through hell and a back to organize this. Luckily for me a friend back in Ohio had a friend here who owned a dance company who put together flash-mobs. You know what, why am I telling you this? Just be happy that you got a friggin' flash-mob."

I narrowed my eyes at him but grinned, trying to make my face seem angry even though I was feeling euphoric on the inside. "You are no fun."

He pouted and blinked his eyes. "But I'm giving chu the best berfday eva'."

"What accent is that?" Mercedes asked, making a face of disgust. Blaine shrugged and his face returned to normal.

"This day has been incredible," I sighed as I poked at my salad.

"And it's not even over yet," Blaine pointed out.

We spent the next half hour eating and talking about today's events. Blaine admitted to the old man and the mysterious order on the paper being his idea, even though he said it wasn't. I had said 'yes' to the father when he asked me to hold his daughter, who needed a babysitter (which turned out to be me) while the family and the rest of crowd danced.

"Blaine, you should like, give Anthony tips on how to be the best boyfriend, like, ever," Mercedes said jokingly, a valley-girl accent spilling out. I kicked her under the table and she smirked at me, giving me a non-dramatic "ow!" as I glared at her. Blaine wasn't used to her humor; I didn't want him thinking she was mocking him or anything like that.

Blaine ignored my warning glances at her and grinned at me. "Well, firstly I need to make sure that I am a pretty damn good boyfriend. Kurt, what do you think? Am I stellar or what?"

I wanted to make a comment about him using the world "stellar" but I couldn't get over his words or the way he was looking at me like I was actually his other half or how Mercedes had risen and eyebrow and watched how he and I gave each other a glance. Mine was asking him what he was doing, his was asking me to answer.

It was moments like these that confused me most about Blaine and his intentions with me. He was obviously keeping a pretense, for Mercedes sake, but he didn't have to try and push the envelope. He could have let the comment go and just blushed or smiled or anything other than this. What was he doing? What was he thinking? How did he feel about me and why does he look at me like that? Like he's known me his entire life. Why does he act like that I'm not being paid for this or that things should always be awkward between us and that we're not meant to flirt with each other or give each other incredible birthday presents or flash mobs or romance.

What in the world is he doing?

"Kurt? Are you going to answer my question or what?" Blaine pressured once I never answer. I grinned at him softly and excused myself from the table.

I needed a moment.

My intentions had been to go to the bathroom but I needed air that was a little more fresh and a lot less clustered. I went out the front doors of the restaurant. I sat down right outside and leaned my back against the wall, watching as many people walked past. I had thought that I was sneaky about it, but before I knew it Blaine was standing in front me, his hands in his pocket and his face full of concern.

"What are you doing?" he asked kindly.

I shrugged. "Sitting here."

He smiled. "You don't seem like the kind that just sits on public ground where people walk and spit and stuff."

I looked down at the cement below me and frowned. "Gross." I knew things were bad when I didn't really care enough to get up.

Blaine chuckled and sat beside me, his knees grazing mine as he crossed his legs. I could feel his body pressed against mine and I shivered at the warmth, which was odd to be feeling since I was sitting right below the blazing sun. He looked at me and he smiled once again.

"So, why are you sitting here instead of eating lunch with me and Mercedes?"

"I'm not hungry."

I was waiting for Blaine to make a snide comment or ask why, but he didn't, which bothered me. I hated it when he went quiet on me and left me alone to wonder what he was thinking.

"One more day," he said suddenly.

"Are you sad?" I asked back, whispering.

"Am I a freak if I say yes?" He laughed at himself and picked up a pebble of the ground.

"Not at all."

He turned his attention to me then, his eyes glued to mine. He smiled at me, but not one of those overly dramatic or happy ones. One of those grateful ones that say everything that needs to be said.

"Thank you," I said with a smile of my own.

"For what?"

"Everything."

Blaine

Mercedes left, only after Anthony arrived to pick her up. It broke my heart to see Kurt say goodbye to her, mostly because this would be the last time he saw her until God knows when. I could tell he was fighting back tears as they hugged, but he couldn't stop himself when he noticed that she was crying. I watched them as the put their fingers together and did a little finger wave, touching finger tip to finger tip. They smirked at each other and pushed their bangs back in a stylish way before they hugged one last time with a laugh.

She turned to me and gave me that mother-like smile and pulled me into a hug.

"Be good to my boy," she whispered in my ear, hugging me tighter. "Please."

"I will. I promise."

That broke my heart.

I was keeping a promise that I may not be able to keep. I wanted to keep it, God, I wanted that more than anything. But it wasn't my decision to make. I couldn't force Kurt to be my boy. I couldn't force him to allow me to be good to him. We were about to spend our last night together and from what I could tell the night life wasn't kind to us.

Kurt and I watched as she and her boyfriend drove away, leaving us to continue celebrating Kurt's birthday on our own.

We put all of our things away in the hotel and freshened up momentarily before we walked hand-and-hand to the Phantom Theatre at the Venetian. We talked about little things, mostly the things we saw as we walked past them. Once again there wasn't much to be said between us, even though I knew I had a lot to say. I'm sure Kurt did, too.

"So, you don't hate me anymore," I stated as we made our way into the theatre.

He took his seat and his hand found mine. "I never hated you to begin with. I was just put off by you."

I laughed. "Sorry about that."

"I'm sorry for being a bitch. It's just...instinct," he replied.

"Have you always been like that?"

He nodded his head. "Gay and in a high school full of closed minded bullies - yeah, pretty much."

"Glad you made it out alive," I stated.

"Barely." He turned and looked at me, his blue eyes shining through the dimming lights. "But me too."

The show began.

I didn't watch it.

I watched Kurt.

-:-

Once the show was finished, Kurt and I walked back to the hotel, him relishing in the show and smiling widely as he told me his opinions on it and other things he'd seen. I kept my eyes down, mostly on our intertwined hands, and would look up at him often, just to let him know I was interested in the things he had to say even if I didn't really understand much.

Suddenly he changed his monologue about seeing a musical live rather than a movie version and said, "You're an awkward llama, Blaine."

I coughed. "I'm a what?"

"A llama...that is awkward."

"If anyone is an awkward llama, it's you."

"I'm a little awkward, but I know how to talk without saying something stupid. No offense."

I rolled my eyes. "Please enlighten me."

He pulled me to a stop and turned to face me, our hands slightly swinging.

"I haven't met a lot of gay guys, but the ones I have have mostly been closet cases or men who enjoy their twinks and trophies. But by far, I've never met a gay like you."

"Well, young grasshopper, we all can't be gay cliches like you."

He glared and scoffed. "I resent that."

"I'm kidding," I replied, grabbing his free hand into mine.

"Kurt - " I paused and scrunched my nose, "What's your middle name?"

He blushed. "Uh, Elizabeth."

"Shut up! It is not!"

"It is! Well, technically I was born without a middle name so I got to pick one and I chose that in elementary school and it just stuck."

"Your parents never gave you a middle name?" I asked.

"They couldn't decide. My dad wanted Benjamin, my mom wanted Johnathan. She was in labor. There was family. They just mutually agreed to forget about it and let me decide," he explained, his cheeks glowing red.

I laughed and leaned over, my sides hurting slightly from the real-comedic tale. I could feel him glaring at me and I pulled myself together. I took deep breaths and put a serious face on, trying to get my thoughts back. Once I was sure that I had settled, I pulled our hands up and put them to my chest.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I need to tell you something." His eyes lit up in panic. "Relax. I'm not going to ask you to marry me or anything." He let out a deep breath of relief and I chuckled.

"Go on."

I smiled at him, laughing a bit. "Thank you."

"For what?" he asked, just as puzzled as I thought he'd be.

"For coming to Vegas with me. For taking a chance. For being amazing."

He opened his mouth to speak but closed it right after. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, sending a fire through my veins. Ironically I shivered at the touch of his lips on mine and pressed them back, my hands finding their way out of his and securing across his back. His hands stayed on my chest and kissed me harder, yet far too soft for my liking.

He pulled away and smiled at me. "You're welcome."

And in that infinite moment, it had hit me like a ton of bricks. I was in love with Kurt. I was completely and utterly in love with a total stranger.

I was in love.

Ending Note: It's a really short chapter. Sorry. I have a case of the block and this is all that would come out. I even tried to write smut but it failed and I dare not try again.

Kurt and Blaine are officially in love, but neither know how the other feels so with that comes a lot of things that need to be said.