Kurt opened the door to his bedroom and flung his satchel onto the floor on a rainy Friday afternoon. It had been a long week. Blaine's father had pulled Blaine from school to drag him to a family reunion for a few days, so Kurt was in an extra big slump. He went to his mirror to put some spot treatment on a zit that had managed to pop up during the day. In the reflection, he saw a large package, wrapped in rich red and purple paper, laying on his bed. He pulled the tag off of the box and read it aloud to himself. "Kurt, I'm sorry I had to leave you this week, but I found this on my travels and thought you might like it. I love you! Blaine." Kurt shrugged and pulled the paper neatly off of the package and opened the box. Kurt gasped. Inside laid a replica of Princess Diana's crown jewels, plastic of course, but beautiful nonetheless. Kurt had this theory that he was 7th in line for the crown and Blaine found it plain adorable. There was another note attached to the crown itself by a string. "Turn around." He had barely whispered the words to himself when he was grabbed around the waist. He shrieked loudly, but was quickly consoled by his laughing attacker: Blaine. "How did you get in here?" Kurt asked, flinging his arms around Blaine.
"Carole let me in," Blaine answered, still laughing.
"How long have you been in here?"
"Ten minutes."
"Where were you hiding?"
"Your closet."
"How ironic." By now, both boys were sitting on the edge of Kurt's bed. "I missed you," Kurt said, leaning into Blaine, their noses touching.
"I missed you too, my prince," Blaine said, placing the crown on Kurt's head and then gently kissing him. Kurt beamed with happiness and they settled down on Kurt's bed to talk about their weeks.