Chapter 3- KURT- Dalton Academy.

-It has been one month since Blaine and Kurt admitted their love to each other.-

In my mind, me and Blaine, together, it's beyond my expectations. Even now, it's as if my dreams have come true. I can still remember that day like it was yesterday, although it's been just over four weeks since I confessed my love to Blaine, and he felt the same about me. We started dating just under a week after that. We knew it was the way to go. We knew we'd end up together at some point, we figured it's better to make it sooner rather than later. But it was bliss.

I had planned to ask him something. Ask him something that required a lot of bravery on his part. I planned to ask him to move to McKinley. I was transferring back within a matter of days, and it killed me to know I'd hardly see Blaine. He'd have to be brave to move away from his friends, the place he really does belong. I'd understand if he didn't want to, but I'd remind him of the one word that kept us both strong- courage.

I caught up with him before Warbler practice that day. 'BLAINE! Would you, erm, mind coming somewhere with me tonight? An adventure, of sorts.'

He looked at me with curious eyes. I could tell he wanted to be an imposter in my thoughts, a detective discovering new evidence, as if uncovering the love for him that was even unconscious to me at that time. 'Sure, Kurt, same as last time is it?'

'Maaaaybe! But Blaine, you should know by now, I'm full of surprises!'

Blaine chuckled and shook his head a little. 'I love you, Kurt,'

I smiled. Okay, so I beamed a giant grin that wouldn't fade. At all. Everytime he told me that, my heart would simply melt and I would be left standing like jelly. But there was no time to waste. As I watched Blaine stroll to Warbler practice, until Jeff and Nick had seen him and tugged him faster. I leant over a little to check he was gone, and then I sprinted to that same place we went to when- well, you know when. I made sure everything was perfect- the blanket was clean, the picnic was ready, the candles were positioned correctly- and as I was just getting ready to head back and grab Blaine, I heard a few twigs snapping.

My head jerked quickly, and when silence was restored, I continued preparing myself for the run. Then I heard it again. Twigs. Snapping. Leaves. Crunching. Footsteps. Closer and closer. My ears pricked up everytime I heard one single noise. I didn't want to turn around; I had seen this in movies. Someone is behind me. Ready with their axe or knife or twig or something. How was Blaine ever going to know how much I truly love him? Would he remember me as a jelly-like creature staring into space with an expression like a love drunk teenage girl? Then I heard the voice.

'Kurt.'

'OH MY GOD JUST KILL ME NOW BUT TELL BLAINE I LOVE HIM OKAY I JUST NEED TO TELL BLAINE THAT I-'

A hand reached out to my shoulder. That was it. The end. I held my breath. The voice came again, this time a little more familiar.

'I hear you are waiting for your loved one.'

'Yes, that's right, Blaine, Blaine Anderson, do you know him? He's short, curly hair, amazing eyes, breathtaking smile, gets all the solos in the Warblers, attends Dalton Academy, you know the one?'

'I sort of do, considering you just described me.'

My eyes went from widened and on the brink of popping out to tensed and slightly unimpressed with Blaine.

'BLAINE.'

'Sorry Kurt, irresistible to play a prank! Just like you're irresistible,' Blaine assured and gave a soft kiss. I couldn't help but feel my anger slip away with his touch.

'How did you know I was here? I was going to go and get you and bring you here myself!'

'As much as you're full of surprises, you're terrible at hiding something, it shows in your face. You were giggling and smiling, which meant it obviously was the same place as last time.'

'Dammit.' I whispered it under my breath so Blaine wouldn't hear me, in the hope I could keep up my 'I'm-not-letting-him-figure-my-expressions-out-any-time-soon' act.

We spent hours lying on the blanket and talking, staring up at the clear, cloudless sky and watching it turn into a sparkling layer of stars. The sky was pretty full of them that night, Ironic, you'd think. Sorry, inside joke.

'Why are we here, Kurt?' He asked, the sheer curiosity in his voice making it sound less harsh than it would, like the whole surprise was wasted.

'I need to ask you something, Blaine. It's-' I sighed, then continued, '-important. To me, anyway.'

'What is it?'

'Look I know it'll hurt you if you say yes because I know how much Dalton means to you-' Blaine focused his eyes on the words I was speaking for a moment. '-and you'd settle down in the New Directions so quickly, and Finn, he'll accept you, he's my stepbrother for God's sake, he'll definitely understand! And Mercedes, and Rachel, and everyone, but you don't have to give an answer right now, I mean, the semester is-'

I could see I was speaking way too fast when I saw Blaine attempting to make out my speech every so often. I was nervous. I couldn't help it. I wasn't sure of his answer. He stopped me and looked at me when he realised what my request was. He looked hurt at first, but then he came to smile. His eyes lightened up and if I'm honest, I was confused about the sudden change of heart, clearly visible in his facial expressions.

'Just say it, Kurt, ask me the question, spit it out already.' Blaine's happiness was ready to burst. I waited a minute, just to see what he would do, but he patiently sat there, gazing into my eyes as I gazed into his, and waited for me to speak.

'Blaine.'

'Kurt.'

'Will you move to McKinley with me next semester?'

I held my breath and awaited his answer. Blaine kept me in suspense, just like he did to me. Dammit, I thought, he's too smart.

'Yes.'

It all happened so fast, first we were smiling at each other, then laughing, then kissing, then I woke up next to him, awoken by the birdsong that had broken out. I checked my phone for the time- 5:14am. I sighed and rolled over, to see Blaine's flawless face silently still as he slumbered. His arm rested on my waist, and I gave him a goodnight kiss, before remembering that the stars were covering the dark sky that night, and I was starting to convince myself that they were my good luck charm.