I am so so so sorry that it took this long for there to be an update! I wish I had a reason, but I actually really don't. But I hope you enjoy this update anyways and hopefully the next update will be quicker in coming!

Also, this is the chapter in which they have sex, but it is not graphic, hence the lack of rating change. A full version of the scene might be included with deleted scenes, since it is partially written, but in the interest of time I cut it from the chapter proper.

Also, this would be a good time to remind you that I am addicted to making references which you may or may not get. Not a huge deal, but props if you do get them! 3

Kurt laid on the bed on his stomach, peering down at Blaine's nightstand, where the drawer was open. He had opened it that morning in search of a pen and was greeted with the sight of a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube. It was a new development.

He tried to remember the last time he had looked in the drawer, hoping to at least get some idea of when it was that they had gotten there. Had Blaine bought them before their fight, or had he bought them within the past few days? He hadn't said anything about it.

At the moment, Blaine was in class, so Kurt couldn't ask. He was still tempted to take Jeff's phone—he was always leaving it around the room, which Kurt had thought would be an issue until he realized that Jeff was rarely ever alone—and send a text message to Blaine to tell him to come back to the room, but that might make Blaine worry. And he wasn't going to upset his boyfriend just because he wanted to find out how recently he had purchased their supplies for sex.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Blaine actually was definitely planning, just like he had said he was. After all, from the very start, he had known that Blaine was a romantic, and there was no way that he was going to have his proverbial first time be anything less than perfect. He was probably planning out the entire evening down to the minute. Blaine was just that sort of boyfriend.

So when Blaine finally walked through the door, Kurt literally leapt off of the bed and into Blaine's arms, landing them both on the floor. Leaning over Blaine, Kurt showered his face with kisses and announced brightly, "You are honestly the best person I have ever met and I love you."

Blaine laughed, smiling up at him. "What?"

"What you were supposed to say was that you love me back," Kurt said. "And maybe something about how wonderful I am. But, I mean, that's fine, because I know your secret."

"My secret?" Blaine asked. "I have a secret."

"You do," Kurt affirmed. "You are secretly the best boyfriend in the history of ever."

"And what did I do to receive such high praise?"

"That's the best part," Kurt said, sitting up and pulling Blaine up to face him. "I don't know yet. But," he said, his fingers making patters on Blaine's hands, "you are definitely planning something."

Blaine grinned. "I am, indeed," he said. "And you'll find out soon enough."

Kurt sighed. "You say soon enough, but I assure you that it will not be soon enough."

"Saturday," Blaine said. "Is Saturday okay for you?"

Saturday. It was Monday, which meant five (or six, depending on how he counted) days. "Saturday! F-for…?" Kurt trailed off, his hands coming up as if to make a gesture but then realizing that there were very few hand gestures that he could make that would get across his message and be at all appropriate.

"If that's alright with you, of course," Blaine said quickly, his face flushing red. "I don't want you to feel pressured or anything, we can wait until whenev—"

"Blaine," Kurt said, then repeated it a bit more forcefully. "Blaine."

Blaine snapped his jaw shut, looking nervously at him.

"Saturday is perfect."

"Great! Good, perfect," he said, looking genuinely relieved.

"Did you actually think I might say no?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," Blaine said, rubbing the back of his neck before hesitantly amending, "Maybe? It's only been a week since I freaked out on you and that's not really what I would call conducive to—"

Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine. "You're doing it again," he said.

"What?"

"That thing where you talk way too much when you're nervous," he said, moving to kiss Blaine's cheek then whisper in his ear, "And it's adorable, but it's kind of ridiculous. Because, you're sitting here acting nervous as if I wouldn't want to have sex with you. As if you're not the hottest person I've ever seen. I mean, seriously. Have you seen yourself shirtless? I would never wear shirts."

"Can I just remind you that I've never seen you shirtless?" Blaine asked.

"You can," Kurt said, "but it won't help."

Blaine blinked, looking down and reaching out a hand to slip it under Kurt's shirt.

"No sir," Kurt said, grabbing his hand and pulling it back.

"Why not?" Blaine whined, entwining his fingers with Kurt's.

"Because that's cheating," Kurt said, grinning.

"You are just a tease," he said. "And this is mean."

"I'm just stopping you from getting ahead of yourself," he said with a grin.

"You're pretty."

"Spoilers!"

"Well I appreciate this and all, but you are—" he stopped midsentence, surging forward and crashing Kurt back into the floor.

"Assault!" Kurt said, though he was giggling.

"These are technically my clothes, I paid for them, and I can take them back any time I want," Blaine pointed out, kissing Kurt's cheek as he attempted to

"But it's like when you're reading a book, and then someone spoils the climax for you and—" He stopped short, seeming to have realized that fact that he just used the word 'climax'.

"But Kurt," he whined, "you have seen me shirtless and it's really only fair because this is a relationship between two equals and—"

"Have I ever told you how hot it is when you try to convince me of things?" Kurt asked, looking up at Blaine with an expression on his face like the cat that got the cream.

"I just want to see your belly," Blaine argued.

"Not going to work."

"But sometimes you stretch and your belly comes out and it's really not fair," he said, pouting as he skimmed his fingers quickly down Kurt's wings, making him burst out in laughter. Kurt's legs attempted to kick out, but Blaine's body pinned them down.

"Blaine Anderson, I know you are not using my ticklishness against me," he laughed.

"I am, though," Blaine said with a grin, continuing to tickle at Kurt's feathers. "Because initially you told me that your wings didn't feel any different."

With a loud yelp, Kurt tried to flip them over, ending up hitting their bodies against the wall with a loud thud. "You are mean!"

"Says the boy who just ran me into the wall."

"Necessary roughness."

"You don't like sports."

"I'm trying for you."

Blaine grinned widely, pulling Kurt on top of him and catching his lips fiercely. "All jokes aside," he breathed against Kurt's lips, "you are the best boyfriend ever and I am really looking forward to Saturday."

Kurt sighed as he kissed Blaine back, not noticing the fact that his boyfriend's fingers were making quick work of the buttons on his shirt. As soon as they were all undone, Blaine flipped him back onto his back and grinned down at the newly exposed skin.

"I was right," he said, running a finger down Kurt's pale chest. "You are beautiful."

"I could have told you that," Kurt said, trying to pout but failing, and failing even harder at suppressing his gasp as Blaine leaned down and started pressing feather light kisses all over his torso. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling of Blaine's lips and breath against his abdomen, thinking that if this felt this good, there was no way he was going to survive Saturday.

"Oh my god."

Blaine sat up quickly, face growing red. Kurt flashed back to when Blaine's father had walked in on them in a similar position and was suddenly extremely grateful for Jeff's presence. As far as people went, Jeff definitely was not the worst person to have walk in on his boyfriend practically worshipping his chest.

"Dammit, guys, there will be no sex on the floor," Jeff commented, stepping over them like it was nothing and sitting down on his bed. "I shouldn't have to say that."

"We weren't—" Kurt protested, pulling his shirt closed and redoing the buttons quickly, but Jeff cut him off.

"I don't mind if you do whatever it is you do in here," he said. "Just not on the floor. I have just as much of a right to that floor as you guys do."

Blaine stood up, offering a hand to Kurt and pulling him into a standing position. Once Kurt turned to go sit down, as an afterthought, Blaine reached over and patted Kurt's wings.

"Hey!"

"Just getting some dust," Blaine said. "Jeff doesn't clean the floor well."

"That is not my responsibility," Jeff said.

"You have just as much of a right to that floor as we do," Kurt replied. Grinning as he pulled Blaine's blankets up and around him, he had a thought in the back of his mind that this was exactly what he had never dared to dream of all those years; as unconventional as it was, this was a family. His family, where interrupted intimate situations were quickly and easily brushed to the side and faded into friendly banter.

The rest of the week was a blur. That was not to say that it passed by quickly, however. No, it was quite possibly the longest week of Kurt's life, which was saying something considering how many days he had spent in his lifetime doing literally nothing all day. He was even constantly doing things to pass the time: reading books, making paper stars and origami cranes, watching cheap action movies on cable.

On Tuesday, Kurt spent a few hours on Blaine's computer, looking through his history for anything that might have anything to do with his plans for Saturday. Instead, for the most part, what he found was boring: school pages, email, and various mundane Google searches; the sort of thing that for a moment made Kurt wonder how frequently Blaine cleared his history.

There were a few hotel pages, though, and Kurt knew he had struck gold. This had, of course, led to a discussion in which Kurt convinced Blaine that he'd honestly rather their first time be special because of them and not because of an expensive hotel room. In the end, Blaine relented under the promise that Kurt be the one to tell Jeff he had to find somewhere to stay on Saturday night. Kurt had agreed to this with his fingers crossed.

On Wednesday, Kurt woke up late to find that Jeff was still in bed in spite of the fact that he had class. When Jeff informed him that he "would rather do anything but go to class today," he decided to make good on that and made him take him to Wal-Mart (which Jeff readily agreed to) and bought nail polish. By the time he asked what the nail polish was for, Kurt was untying Jeff's shoes and peeling off his socks and painting his toenails all the colors of the rainbow. In retaliation, Jeff painted Kurt's toenails and fingernails after he had dozed off while sleeping.

On Thursday, Kurt flipped through the channels on the TV while everyone was in class, and slowly but surely started to hate the fact that most people spent their weekdays doing things, because there was nothing on TV at all. In the end he ended up watching low budget action movies that couldn't get enough attention to be played any time but in the middle of the day. He got bored quickly and at first started folding paper cranes and stars, but eventually gave up and started to reread the Hunger Games.

Friday was, quite possibly, the worst day of the week. It was so close, and yet, so far. Most of the day was spent reading, and lying in bed, counting sheep in hopes of falling asleep—he had never quite let go of that old trick parents used to make excited children sleep: "If you sleep, tomorrow will come sooner!" It was but one of many things that he hadn't let go of from his childhood.

And, of course, Blaine was busy. For the rest of the week, he had spent his time between classes and Warbler practices with Kurt. But on Friday, he was busy doing whatever last minute planning he had to do before Saturday. He appreciated the effort, of course, but Blaine had a way of speeding up or slowing down time at will. Eventually, though, after Kurt and Jeff had both gone to bed, Blaine returned to the room and silently slunk into bed and curled his arms around Kurt.

But finally, finally it was Saturday and everything was going to be perfect.

He woke up to find Blaine already awake and watching him with a smile on his lips. He felt like it should have been creepy or at least weird, but all it did was give him a warm feeling in his belly. Still, he blushed slightly and closed his eyes self-consciously.

"Morning, beloved," Blaine murmured, leaning forward and lightly kissing Kurt's eyelid.

Kurt smiled. "You've got to stop doing that," he murmured.

"Stop doing what?"

"Calling me things like that. Dear, darling, heart, beloved. It's just so… I love it, and you are not allowed to stop doing it any time soon, but, I just…" he shrugged, smiling. "It's like no one ever told you what year you're living in."

Blaine laughed. "Since we're going steady, Kurt, I thought maybe you might want to wear my pin."

"I think that might be a bit more modern, even. Not present day, but closer."

"I wouldn't know," Blaine replied. "I just love you."

"I… okay," Kurt said. He had been prepared to make some snarky comment, but Blaine still had the ability to take the words out of his mouth simply by saying he loved him. It had yet to stop having that effect on him.

"Anyways," Blaine said, sitting up and patting the bed, "it's a bit after noon, and—"

"It's after noon?" Kurt said, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"It sure is," Blaine affirmed. "I don't think you slept that well last night. Kind of like a kid on Christmas Eve."

"That's embarrassing."

"It's adorable," Blaine said, shaking his head. "Anyways, I have things planned, and you take forever to get ready, so hop to it!"

"But getting out of bed and getting ready is so much work," Kurt whined.

"Nothing without a reward, darling," Blaine said, smirking.

"A reward? And what might that be?" Kurt said, feigning innocence.

"Well, you see, I have to get dressed, too. And then later, you get to take it all off."

Kurt blushed. "Well, I guess I need to get ready then, huh?"

"They are having sex. They are having sex, Nick. Sex," Jeff declared as he entered Nick's dorm room.

Nick looked up from his textbook, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"Blaine told me earlier that I needed to find somewhere to stay today and tonight," Jeff said.

"You're welcome to stay here," Nick said.

"That was the plan," he replied. Gesturing down at his outfit, he added, "I wore my softest sweater so you might consider cuddling with me."

Nick smiled. "Fantastic," he said.

"But anyways, the point here is, Kurt and Blaine could be having sex right now."

"I'm more concerned about the fact that it is mid-day and you are banished from your room until tomorrow," Nick said thoughtfully. Rolling over on his back, he said, "I mean, think about that one."

Jeff blinked, frowning. "Oh." Closing Nick's textbook and tossing it on the floor, Jeff flopped down on the bed beside him. "Though, they were leaving campus just a bit ago, so they're probably not having sex right now. But, like, later. Crazy marathon sex all night."

"Gross," Nick said.

"You're the one who put the idea in my head in the first place," he pointed out.

Nick made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "I only implied."

"That might actually be worse than outright saying anything, you realize that, don't you?" Jeff asked, frowning.

Nick turned onto his side, facing Jeff. "Only because you have such an active imagination."

"The number of times I've walked in on them kissing, I really don't think I need that active of an imagination," he pointed out.

"Do I hear some bitterness?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," he answered. "Just saying."

"Someday, when you're in love, you'll understand."

"You say as if you're all-knowing about love, Mr. Never-had-a-girlfriend-or-boyfriend."

"Okay, first of all," Nick said, frowning, "I have had a girlfriend. Who assisted me in the realization that it wasn't girlfriends that I wanted. You know that."

Jeff nodded. "One, though. One."

"Don't hate," Nick said, pouting.

Jeff laughed, grinning up at the ceiling, then sitting up suddenly. "Second?"

Nick blinked. "What?"

"You said, 'first of all'. That implies a second thing," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"All I'm saying is, you don't have to have been in relationships to love."

"Is there a special boy I should know about?" Jeff asked.

Nick blushed. "No."

"It doesn't have to be awkward," Jeff said. "We can gossip."

"I know we can gossip."

"You'll tell me," he said. "We're best friends and we tell each other stuff like this. Besides, Nicholar, you can't resist my charm for very long. No one can."

He didn't say anything, just rolled his eyes. "I really wish you would stop calling me Nicholar."

"It's still funny," Jeff said. "I mean, after the fact, I looked at the sheet the teacher was reading off of, and it did look like an R instead of an S, is all I'm saying."

"It was years ago," Nick pointed out.

"Two-ish years," Jeff said with a shrug. "And I still think it's funny."

"Well, you're mean."

Jeff smiled, flopping back down on the mattress. Sighing, he said, "Also, don't think I didn't notice the fact that you are still evading the question. I will get it out of you someday. But for now, I am more tired than… shit. I would give you an analogy, but I can't think of anything tiring. I don't know. Turtles."

"Turtles?"

"Well, like, think about turtles for a second," Jeff said, then paused.

"Okay," Nick said, "I'm thinking about turtles."

"Great," he said. "Like, they move so slowly, all the time. Now imagine a turtle running a marathon."

"Like the Tortoise and the Hare?"

"No, no," he said, "that tortoise was just walking. Like a turtle does. No, I'm talking a turtle that is fucking sprinting. That, right there, has got to be tiring."

"So you're more tired than a turtle track star?"

"Exactly."

"Only you."

"Hey man, it makes sense and I'm tired."

"It's only, like, noonish. Or early afternoon. Why are you so tired?"

"Two reasons," he answered, "One, because a sleepy Jeff is a cute Jeff."

"Fair enough."

"Two—because when you start with one you have to say at least two—I went for a run at a park this morning. Adorable playground."

"So you're literally a turtle track star?"

"I don't even look like a turtle."

"With that sweater…"

"It isn't a turtleneck, jerk."

"You're a cute turtle," Nick said, shrugging.

"Anyways, I'm sleepy and you're warm and I'm wearing a soft-ass sweater, turtle or not. C'mere." Without waiting for a reply, Jeff curled up against Nick.

Ten minutes later, Jeff was dead asleep and snoring.

"You don't even have any idea, do you?" Nick sighed.

"Ugh, I hate this," Kurt said, sitting in the passenger seat of Blaine's car and reaching up to fiddle with the blindfold that Blaine had tied over his eyes.

"Ah ah ah, Kurt, spoilers," he chided, shaking his head. "That is cheating."

"But it's uncomfortable," he whined. "And I'm sure it's messing up my hair."

"You look fine," he assured him.

"Okay, fine. Mostly I just really want to know where we're going."

"When are you going to figure out that I am never going to tell you where we're going?" Blaine asked, laughing.

"Whenever you figure out that I will never stop trying to win," Kurt said, smirking.

"Oh, no no no, sir, it will definitely not be me losing this game," he answered.

Kurt sighed, folding his hands. "Do I get a hint?"

Blaine shook his head, then realized Kurt couldn't see it (and besides, eyes on the road at all times) and said, "Nope. But I will tell you where we're not going."

"Delightful," Kurt said. "Where are we not going?"

"I thought it would be cute if I, like, took you back to go ice skating again. You know, now that we're together. I thought it would be a sort of tribute to... us? Because, if you'll recall, that was where I first told you I loved you."

Kurt blushed and turned his head downwards. "I do remember," he said softly. "And I was just so confused, because I couldn't understand how you could love me, especially in such a short amount of time."

"The heart wants what the heart wants, Kurt," Blaine said, grinning. "And sometimes it takes the heart a bit longer to realize what it wants." He reached over and grabbed Kurt's hand and squeezing it, keeping their hands folded together on top of the console.

"Do you ever wonder?" Kurt asked.

Blaine blinked. "What do you mean?"

"If... if I'd loved you back then. If I'd just gotten my head out of my ass and admitted to myself that you're practically the dictionary definition of perfect sooner and-"

"We'd still have gotten here," Blaine said, "sooner or later. And now it's a story. Not a perfect one, not your great big 'love at first sight' crap, or, well, not on your part, at least," he grinned a bit meekly here, until he realized that Kurt was still blindfolded, "but something better. Like, have you ever had to wait for something good? And then it's just so much better than it would have been if you hadn't had to wait, just because you waited?"

"Does this mean our sex will be mindblowing?"

Blaine sputtered, grateful that he was stopped at a red light and not in motion or else he would have rammed the car into that poor Volkswagen Bug. "It would have been anyways, Kurt," he said. "What was that about our first time being romantic as shit?"

Kurt sighed. "Oh, wait, I sidetracked you," he said. "You were talking about ice skating."

"Oh, right," Blaine said, nodding. "I would have done that, but the season is ending so the pond I took you to earlier probably isn't exactly safe anymore, and any man-made rink would be full of people." He didn't say anything more, but they both knew the implications of his statement. It wasn't safe for them to be out around people and acting like a couple. Outside of Dalton, the world was becoming increasingly hostile towards winged people, and were still none too friendly towards gay people.

"Oh," Kurt said, nodding. "So... wait. Wait. Wait. I got it. We are going to the playground."

"Kurt, you are actually the worst," Blaine whined.

"I'm right?"

"This doesn't mean you win," he said. "It just means that you're good at guessing."

"Sure. Anything to help your wounded ego."

"It is not wounded," Blaine argued.

"Whatever you say, baby."

"No, really! I have the best ego right now!"

"Because you're going to get laid tonight?"

Blaine didn't say anything for a moment, then said, "You can't see, but I am blushing."

"Why am I still wearing this if I know where we're going, anyways?" Kurt asked.

"No reason," Blaine said.

When they got to the playground, though, the noise of satisfaction Blaine made as he guided Kurt made it obvious that there was a reason.

"Okay, here we are," Blaine said. "Now, keep in mind that it will be a lot more impressive when it gets dark, but I figured that it's a playground, so…" He reached up and untied the blindfold, pulling it away from Kurt's eyes.

The playground was covered in fairy lights. Any pole or surface that could possible hold fairy lights was absolutely covered with them. Some blinked on and off, and some remained steady.

"How did you do this?" Kurt asked, looking around in awe.

"Well, I got most of them last night," he said, "but as for the rest, well, I called in a favor."

"It's beautiful," he said, twirling around in Blaine's arms (whacking him in the face with his wings in the process, but what did that matter?) and kissing him.

"Only fitting for the most beautiful boy in the universe," Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips. "And I thought it would work, since we were decorating the Christmas tree, you know, with Christmas lights when you kissed me the first time."

"You thought of everything, didn't you?"

"I try," Blaine said.

Kurt didn't say anything, just smiled at Blaine, then nuzzled his face into Blaine's shoulder. After a moment, Blaine heard a sniffle.

"Are you crying?" Blaine asked. "Oh, honey, don't cry."

"You are just… you are too much for me," he said, turning his head and kissing the side of Blaine's neck. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you, too," Blaine said, tilting his head to catch Kurt's lips. After a brief but tender kiss, he grinned and said, "So I don't know if you noticed this, but… playground."

Kurt grinned back at him, and just like that, they were all over the playground. They competed to see who could swing higher (Kurt, but mostly because he could beat his wings to get more air) or climb up a slide faster (Blaine, who had spent most of his free time as a child at that very same playground climbing those very same slides). They were playing tag and collapsing to the ground in tears, literally rolling on the ground laughing.

It was essentially the way he had hoped that their first trip to the playground would go. It was lighthearted, fun, and a bonding experience, which was a bit crazy, in Blaine's opinion, since they were already so close as it was. But now, months later, they were finally where he had hoped they would be, so he wasn't going to complain about it.

As the sun went down, Blaine went to his car and grabbed a picnic basket.

"Very thorough favor," Kurt commented.

"I didn't want to risk going to a restaurant or something, because restaurants always make a mess of things," he said, lifting the basket onto a platform and climbing up a tiny rock wall to get on the platform as well. "Homecoming, freshman year; went to a steakhouse with a bunch of friends. Nobody's steak came out right. Literally no one's!"

He reached down and took Kurt's hand, pulling him up.

"It's not five stars or anything, but I think eating anything fancy that Jeff made would just be dangerous, risky, and needlessly unsafe," Blaine continued, pulling a couple of sandwiches and assorted fruits out of the basket, "and like I said, I wasn't planning on taking any risks."

"Always thinking ahead," Kurt said.

"And there is no way we are having sex if you puke," he continued, barely able to contain his laughter. "That's an official rule."

"Fair enough," Kurt agreed, taking a sandwich and unwrapping it.

"Peanut butter and Nutella," Blaine said, gesturing. "Keeping it simple."

"It works," Kurt said brightly, biting into the sandwich.

They ate in silence, watching the sunset fade into the night sky, full of stars twinkling like the fairy lights that surrounded them. All kinds of poetic thoughts and phrases were flitting through Blaine's mind, but he wasn't the best with words and any time he tried to open his mouth to vocalize his thoughts, they got jumbled in his throat and he gave up.

He leaned back against a metal beam, smiling as Kurt leaned over, resting his head on his shoulder.

Eventually, Kurt turned his head and looked up at Blaine. "Thank you, for this," he said softly, "for all of this."

"Anything for you," he said, kissing Kurt's forehead. Whispering, he added, "I wasn't kidding when I said that you're the love of my life."

Kurt reached down and grabbed Blaine's hand gently. His hand was shaking ever so slightly as he asked, "I-I… should we… do you want to…?"

"Go to bed?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah," Kurt answered.

"Nervous?" Blaine asked.

"Slightly," Kurt answered, standing up. "Just… don't get me wrong, I want to do this. So badly. It's just… it's huge, you know?"

"I know what you mean," Blaine replied, standing up. Kissing Kurt's knuckles, he added, "But I know something's right when I see it. And this? This is right. There's no one I'd rather do this with than you."

"Likewise," Kurt said.

The car ride back to Dalton was quiet, composed of mostly nervous glances and smiles and squeezes of the hands. In anticipation of something big, Blaine figured, there really weren't that many things to say.

They went up to their room hand in hand, still in silence as they made their way to the bed.

"You're sure?" Blaine asked, the backs of his legs against the edge of the bed. "Just reminding you, you don't have to do this, you don't have to feel obligated for any reason…"

"Shh, honey, don't ruin it," Kurt said softly. "I know exactly what I'm doing, and you do, too. I love you, Blaine, and I just want to show you how much."

They fell on the bed together and soon became a tangle of limbs and clothes and moans.

As Kurt lifted off Blaine's shirt, he kissed over Blaine's heart and whispered, "Completely and forever?"

"Completely and forever."

"Okay, um… ooh, got one. Would you rather dye your hair pink, or shave all your hair off?"

Jeff snorted, running a hand through his blond hair. "What kind of question is that?" he asked. "Dye it pink, obviously! I can say it's for breast cancer. The ladies love it."

"Right, because that's what all girls want," Nick said, rolling his eyes. "They want to be able to point to a group of guys and say, 'oh, ladies, do you see that guy, with the pink hair? That's my boyfriend.'" He put on a dreamy voice, leaning his head against Jeff's shoulders as he spoke.

"Okay, but really, nothing can make me shave my hair. Look at it."

"It is nice."

"Of course it is," he said. "Even Kurt approves. And he's awfully picky for someone who has only just recently met actual hair supplies."

"His hair is pretty," Nick said. "Like, I would love to pet it. Or take a nap on it."

Jeff blinked, then nodded. "I can see it. Anyways, next question! Would you rather be invisible for a day, or have the ability to stop time?"

Almost immediately, Nick answered, "Stop time."

"Why?"

"It would be so easy to mess with people. I mean, if I was invisible, I would intend to mess with people, but then I'm sure they'd know it was me somehow, or I would just chicken out—"

"No balls."

"Exactly. Besides, you said for a day for invisible but no time limit for stopping time."

"Cheap."

"You're just upset I outsmarted you," Nick said, grinning. "Okay, so, would you rather eat thirty pounds of cheese or a bucket of peanut butter?"

"How big is the bucket of peanut butter?" Jeff asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's… big?"

"I see you over there, Nick, trying to fatten me up," Jeff said, shaking his head in disapproval. "But if I had to pick one, I'd go with the peanut butter. It's delicious."

"You have qualities of every animal ever," Nick said.

"What animal am I now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You are a dog," Nick said. "Dogs love peanut butter. Oh god, you remember Daisy? She freaked out whenever she even smelled peanut butter. It made making a sandwich so hard because I just felt so bad. And sometimes she would get rowdy, so we'd just get a bone and put peanut butter inside it. She'd be entertained for hours."

He looked over at Jeff, who was sitting with his chin in his hands, watching Nick talk with an endeared but amused look on his face.

"Um, anyways," Nick said, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Next question?"

"Would you rather… have rather have freakishly large lips or a freakishly large nose?"

Nick frowned. "Neither of those sound great," he said.

"I think that's the point of 'would you rather' questions," Jeff said brightly.

"Point taken," he said. "Anyways, I guess I'd rather the nose. It's the lesser of two evils, you know? I mean, if I have to ruin my beautiful profile."

"Ah, what a profile it is," Jeff said, chuckling.

"Don't knock it," Nick said, "You love your hair, and I love my profile." He turned his head dramatically, showing Jeff his profile.

"Fantastic," Jeff said. "Next question?"

"Would you rather eat poison ivy, or a handful of bees?"

"Oh dear God, Nick, why would you say something like that?" Jeff asked, slapping his hand to his chest.

"Because it's hilarious," Nick said, laughing.

"Poison ivy," Jeff said. "For obvious reasons."

The previous summer, David had insisted on all the Warblers going camping together as a team building exercise. It may have accomplished that, as well, but for the most part what happened was that Jeff discovered a bee hive and decided that he would just knock it down because he didn't see any bees in it. Countless stings and one swallowed bee later, Nick had assured him that it would later become a funny anecdote. In Jeff's opinion, that had yet to happen.

"Moving on," Jeff said primly, "would you rather make out with Mr. Orlich, or eat month old asparagus?"

"That is disgusting," Nick replied. "Mr. O is like, a hundred."

"He's still got it, though," he replied brightly. "And besides, I could have said Miss O. If he's a hundred, she's, like, a million year old."

"Fair point," he said with a sigh. "I guess I'd have to go with—"

"Three-way with the Orlichs!" Jeff exclaimed. "Think about it! Picture it!"

"Oh my god, I am going to puke," Nick said. "I need some bleach for my mind, goddammit, Jeff!"

"That's for the bees!"

"Worst friend ever!"

"Wait, wait, wait, speaking of sex acts," Jeff said, "Kurt and Blaine."

"Oh my god, they actually might be doing it right now," Nick replied.

"Whoa, what if they are?"

"Stop it," he said.

"You're still the one who brought it up," Jeff pointed out.

"Not really," Nick said. "But anyways, we are, um, watching a movie. And going to bed. Plan."

"What movie, though?" Jeff asked.

"Any movie," Nick said. "Well, on Netflix. Your pick."

"Oh, Nicholas," Jeff sighed. "You're so good to me."

"Possibly too good?"

"Possibly."

Kurt nuzzled his face against Blaine's bare shoulder. "I love you so much." He was, admittedly, in a post-orgasm haze. His body was entirely relaxed, lying limply on top of Blaine.

Blaine sighed happily, his breath tickling Kurt's shoulder. "I love you too, baby."

Suddenly Kurt tensed, sitting up quickly. "Blaine."

"What's wrong?" he asked, reaching up to pull Kurt back down, though his angel didn't seem eager to cooperate.

"I didn't… I mean, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Blaine sighed. "Is that what's got you worked up? Honey, calm down. You were perfect."

"A-are you sure? I got a bit carried away and—"

"Kurt, you were there, too. I think it was pretty clear that we both enjoyed it. A lot." He pulled Kurt back down beside him, pressing a quick, sweet kiss to his lips.

Kurt didn't say anything, just reached his hand down and curled their fingers together, beaming at Blaine.

Blaine leaned his face against Kurt's soft feathers, kissing his wing purely because it was there and Blaine had just decided that he would make it his mission to kiss every single centimeter of Kurt's body before he died. And he would take his time with it; he didn't have to rush. They could have all the time they wanted.

"I'm glad it was you." Kurt's voice was so quiet that Blaine barely heard it.

"I'm glad it was you, too," he replied.

Kurt shook his head. "No, I mean… this too, obviously, but… everything. I know I've said it before, but I seriously am just so damn lucky you picked me."

"There's a plan for all of us, Kurt."

"Whatever you want to believe," Kurt replied, shrugging. "Fate, God, luck… We made it. Here we are."

"Here we are," Blaine agreed, rubbing his cheek against Kurt's wing.

"I am legitimately the happiest I have ever been," Blaine admitted, leaning down and kissing Kurt's shoulder.

"Me too," Kurt replied, grinning.

Blaine smiled, adjusting his position and pulling their bare bodies flush against each other. He leaned his forehead against Kurt's temple, so close that every blink of his eyes was a butterfly kiss on Kurt's cheek.

"Thank you for the world's greatest love story," Kurt whispered.

"The universe's greatest love story, thank you," he said seriously.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You are such a nerd."

"No, that doesn't make me a nerd," Blaine said.

"You still are a nerd, though, and you're lucky I love—"

"Did you know, Kurt, that the universe has no edge?"

"I lost my virginity to a nerd," Kurt said, feigning exasperation.

"No edge!"

"Not only did I lose my virginity to a nerd, but I am still in bed cuddling with him as he goes off about the universe's lack of an edge. This day is going horribly."

"That would have been a lot more hurtful if you hadn't just finished saying how much you love me."

"I actually didn't say that," Kurt said.

"You implied it."

"Always do," Kurt said, turning his head to press a kiss to the tip of Blaine's nose. "Because I actually can't put how much I love you into words."

"Aw, Kuuuuurt." Blaine grinned, kissing him. "You don't even know how cute you are, do you?"

"I have an idea, actually," Kurt said.

"And humble to boot! I am literally the luckiest."

Kurt chuckled, rolling his eyes. "You are so lucky I love you."

"Sure am!" Blaine grinned, kissing Kurt's cheek with a loud 'mwah!'

"We should get dressed," Kurt mumbled.

Blaine quickly wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. "No, sir. We have the room entirely to ourselves until morning. We have no obligation to wear clothes."

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Duly noted."