Kurt was honestly surprised when Blaine entered his room. After meeting his mother a few weeks before he spent all of his free time with her so seeing him at home was rather interesting.

"Hey, what's up?" The countertenor asked, closing his book to give Blaine his full attention. He had that same nervous and anxious expression on his face like the day he asked Kurt about being bullied. He patted the empty space on the bed and Blaine wasted no time plopping down, wringing his hands nervously. "Are you okay?"

"Do you want to go out sometime?" Kurt's eyes grew wide. Did he hear that right?

"You mean… like a date?" Blaine nodded.

"Well, yeah. You like me, I like you and I think we should take the next step and go on a date." His bright smile screamed nervousness and Kurt felt himself blushing. Just the fact that Blaine was nervous about asking him out flattered him. He giggled and nodded, unconsciously reaching for Blaine's hand.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"Great! I hope this isn't too forward but I got us tickets to an off-broadway production in Columbus for Saturday." Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yeah but it's a secret what show it is. Don't you dare Google it; I want it to be a surprise!" The countertenor giggled and nodded.

"Fine, I won't Google it. Can you give me a hint?"

"No." Blaine chuckled, shaking his head.

"But-"

"No."

"Blaine-"

"No, I won't give you a hint!" Kurt sighed roughly.

"Fine… I don't like you right now."

Blaine was glad that he decided to drive to Columbus since Kurt was talking a million miles a minute, dancing in his seat and had the attention span of a goldfish. He had tried to get Blaine to tell him what show they were seeing for days but to no avail.

The car wasn't even in park yet when Kurt hopped out and hurried towards the theater. Blaine had to hurry to catch up to him and grabbed him before he could run anyone over in his excitement. The countertenor giggled, wiggling in Blaine's grasp.

"Excited?"

"Only a little." Blaine chuckled, releasing Kurt and taking his hand softly. That seemed to calm him and he bounced a bit as they waited for the theater doors to open. "So are you going to tell me what we're seeing yet?"

"Nope, you'll find out soon enough." Kurt sighed but nodded. When the doors open he pulled Blaine inside, hardly able to contain his excitement but trying his absolute hardest. It wasn't until they were in the lobby did he realize they had no idea where their seats were. Knowing that was the reason Kurt suddenly stopped, Blaine held Kurt's hand a little tighter and guided him to their seats at the exact center of the front row.

The countertenor's jaw had dropped when he saw the stage, automatically recognizing the scenery and knowing exactly what show they were seeing. He floated to his seat and it took him a moment to realize that he had actually sat down. Blaine was smiling brightly and squeezed Kurt's hand.

"W-We're seeing Wicked?" Blaine nodded.

"Yeah, I had mentioned to Rachel that it was going to be here and she said it was your favorite show so here we are!"

"I'm in the front row of a Wicked production. It may not be on Broadway but I don't even care about that. How did you pay for this?"

"Don't worry about that."

"But-"

"No, hush, watch your show." As if on cue, the houselights dimmed and Kurt's eyes lit up as the stage lights brightened.

The standing ovation Kurt gave when the show was over further proved that he enjoyed himself, if him mutely singing along and mini dancing to the music didn't already. The bright smile on his face and sparkle in his eyes made Blaine's heart flutter as they made their way to the car, their intertwined hands swinging between them.

"Thank you so much, Blaine, this was phenomenal."

"Well good, I'm glad you enjoyed it." He nodded once, tearing his gaze away from Kurt's crazily sparkling eyes.

"Do you want me to drive home? You look really tired."

"We're not going home." The countertenor tilted his head in a way that could only be considered adorable and Blaine had to try his absolute hardest not to grab Kurt and kiss him right there. "I got us a hotel for the night. I already cleared it with your dad." His head tilted further.

"How did you manage to convince him to let us stay the night at a hotel?" Blaine sighed and reluctantly let go of Kurt's hand so he could walk around the car.

"He had The Talk with me and I promised that we wouldn't do anything inappropriate. I also said that he didn't have to worry because you were pure and innocent and I wouldn't dare take something like that away from you just because I had the opportunity to. That's why he didn't give you The Talk, he trusts you to shoot down any of my advances." He smiled softly as Kurt's cheeks flushed and he giggled.

"Well I'm sorry you had to go through The Talk but thank you." Blaine nodded, turning on the car.

"Don't thank me; I'm just glad I could do something so special for you." They smiled at each other before laughing nervously. The drive to the hotel was comfortably quiet, Kurt and Blaine's hands sneaking towards each other halfway through the ride. They said nothing as they checked in and headed up to their room. It wasn't until they were actually in the room did it hit them that they were together with no supervision in a hotel room. Plus there was only one bed; Blaine mentally smacked himself for not thinking that part through better.

"So, uhm…"

"Yeah, I… You can have the bed. I could've planned this part out a lot better, I'm so-" Kurt giggled.

"Blaine, we've shared a bed before."

"That was an accident; I didn't mean to fall asleep. You could've woken me up and sent me to bed." The countertenor giggled again, a soft blush dusting over his cheeks.

"You looked so peaceful, I couldn't bring myself to wake you up and kick you out. Plus, you were really warm." He giggled again and took a small step towards Blaine, who matched his step.

Their small steps finally added up and they were face to face with each other, hands automatically tangled and eyes locked onto each other's. They slowly closed the remaining distance between them and their lips met softly. It took them a moment to convince themselves that there were actually kissing and it wasn't a dream but when the shock wore off they deepened the kiss, Kurt pulling one of his hands from Blaine's so he could cup his cheek in an attempt to pull him closer. The fireworks Kurt saw were better than anything he had ever seen and the softness of Blaine's lips felt absolutely magical against his.

They pulled away when the need for air became too great, both blushing a bright red and smiling silly, goofy, bright smiles. A few more soft kisses were shared before Blaine chuckled and pulled away.

"Wow, okay. That… Perfect." Kurt giggled and nodded.

"Perfect."

"Again?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

A/N: Another chapter down! Yay! Just a few quick notes: Firstly, for those asking, yes, I did get the title of the story from the song of the same name by Carrie Underwood. Secondly, this story is just about done. I'm aiming for one, maybe two, more chapters and an epilogue. It's kind of sad reaching the end; I've greatly enjoyed writing this. Anyways, thank you all for reading and reviewing!