Hey, this one picks up right from where the last one stopped.
Aaand, I apologise for the (really reaally long) wait, but school doesn't seem to understand that I'd prefer to be doing things other than studying **sigh**
So, my exams are over in 73 days (yay!) and I have to ask, would you prefer for me to wait to update another chapter until exams are over so that there isn't insanely long waits between them, or would you like me to just update when I can?
But anyway, back to the story! (If you've forgotten, Blaine is taking Kurt to a "surprise" in the middle of the night... oooh, what could it be?)
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"Blaine," Kurt whispered, shuffling his slipper-covered feet to keep up with a very excited, almost skipping, Blaine. "Can you please tell me where we're going?"
"Yes, I could. But it wouldn't be a surprise then would it?" Blaine laughed.
In normal circumstances, Kurt would have been mortified to be out in public dressed the way he was currently; cotton pyjama pants, a grey hoodie and his ugg boots. However, the circumstances he was in were anything but normal. What is normal about walking hand-in-hand with a boy you've known only a few days in the middle of the night, headed off to some secret location that you don't know of? But it felt right. It felt normal; like it was something he'd been doing his entire life. It felt as though his whole life had been leading up to this moment, the moment where everything finally fell into place. So, Kurt was not embarrassed of how he was dressed. Instead, he was confused.
He had no idea where Blaine was taking him. Given the fact that he barely knew Blaine, he could be leading him to his death for all he knew. But he still felt safe, regardless. There was something about the glisten in Blaine's eyes whenever he turned to meet Kurt's glance, the slight skip in his step that gave away his excitement, the way that he too was clad only in pyjamas, that was somewhat reassuring. He could trust Blaine.
Thinking about it, he probably should have left a note or something. Knowing his luck, his dad would probably wake up and randomly have the urge to check on him and Finn, and then realise he wasn't there. Oh, he would get into so much trouble.
"Hey, do you reckon I should go back and leave a note for my dad or-" Kurt said before being interrupted by Blaine turning around to face him, pressing his finger to Kurt's parted lips.
"Does your dad usually wake up in the night?"
"No."
"Would he have any reason, if he were to wake up, to check on you?"
"Probably not, no. But-"
"Then stop worrying," Blaine said, taking his hand again and flashing him a reassuring smile. "And anyway, our destination is just around the corner anyway."
Once they began walking again, Kurt asked, "so, is this another part of your spontaneity agreement?"
"No, I only have one of those per month. And, as you know, I already used this month's up. This is just non-agreement spontaneity."
Kurt laughed, "you do realise that makes no sense, right?"
"Yeah, yeah," Blaine said as he stopped walking. "And we have reached our destination. After you?" Blaine waved his arm as he stepped aside, revealing a slightly rotting wooden gate hiding in amongst hedges.
Kurt stepped forward and pulled down on the metal handle, a loud creak breaking the silence of the still night, startling them both.
What Kurt saw once he stepped through the gate made his jaw drop. They were in what looked like a garden. The walls were made of hedges, secluding them from the outside world. Around the edges of the garden were old-fashioned steel benches, solar lights interspersed between each one. But what amazed him the most were the small structures littered across the expanse of the garden. There was a giant birdhouse, garden gnomes, a windmill; all set up like they were forming a maze.
Blaine watched Kurt as he took in his surroundings.
"Now, one can't go on holidays without playing mini golf, can they?" Blaine smiled, walking over to a wooden box to their left and retrieving two clubs.
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After a game in which Blaine won, but Kurt swore was rigged, the pair sat down beside each other, sitting cross-legged with their backs against the birdhouse on hole 8.
"You know," Kurt started, looking over at Blaine. "Some people would consider this a date..."
"Well it is quite romantic, isn't it? Mini golf by moonlight?" Blaine chuckled, seeming quite proud of himself. "And it could be, if you wanted it to... a date, I mean."
Kurt couldn't help but notice the blush that was creeping up on Blaine's cheek, even in the dim light. Although, he wished he hadn't noticed, because just the sight made his heartbeat quicken.
"And if I did want it to be?" Kurt asked sheepishly, feeling entirely out of his comfort zone.
"Then, umm..." Kurt watched Blaine's Adam's apple move up and then down as he swallowed. "...then now would be the time where I'd do this."
And then Kurt's heart literally stopped. Because Blaine was kissing him. And this wasn't a kiss of spontaneity, not like their first one. It was so much more. There was feeling to it, because this time they weren't just two strangers, they knew each other. Kurt had never been kissed before, not before Blaine, but it didn't really matter because he was kissing Blaine and he was so overwhelmed with joy and passion and, dare he say it, love?, that he was physically incapable of thinking of anything else other than the fact that Blaine was kissing him, that Blaine's tongue was in his mouth! It was so overwhelming, but Kurt never wanted it to end.
If Kurt was asked what was the best moment of his life, there and then, that would have been the answer. Blaine. Meeting Blaine. Being with Blaine. Kissing Blaine. Just Blaine.
And to think that he hadn't wanted to go on this trip.
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There we go! Another chapter down :)
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