A/N: 15 days until Glee! JUST 15 MORE! OMG!

Rating: T for hardcore swearing! XD (hardcore as in the f-bomb) XD

Blaine had something face.

Kurt couldn't help but notice him, constantly looking at the clock as they practised another song. Wes and Thad noticed too.

"You okay Blaine?" it was mid-rehearsal break, and half the Warblers had dispersed for drinks. Wes had approached him, and Kurt poked him in the side casually.

"Why would I not be okay?" He grinned charmingly, linking his arm with Kurt's as he spoke to Wes.

Wes gave him a 'raised-eyebrow' look, his lips turned up in an amused grin. "You may be able to charm the crap out of Kurt, but it won't work on me. What's up?"

"Nothing!" he persisted, dancing away from them both. "Just enjoying life," he walked away, calling over his shoulder. "Is that not allowed?"

"No!" Thad replied, approaching the small group. "You have to conform, Blaine! It's the only way to make it through this hellhole of adolescence!"

Kurt glanced at him sideways, relieved to find he was joking. "I'm pretty sure Blaine steps over the stereotype and then makes fun of it as he bounds away,"

Wes and Thad chuckled and Blaine called out to the other Warblers. Rehearsal was starting again.

^.^

"Kurt, come on," Blaine took his boyfriend's hand, leading him to the car.

"Blaine…" Kurt started slowly. "It's a weeknight. I dorm here on weeknights, don't you remember?" It had been four months – how would've Blaine forgotten? "You don't need to drive me home,"

"I know. I just want to go for a drive," he had something face again.

"I've got to study…" Kurt looked back at the dorms, but Blaine took his hand.

"Please?" Blaine took his other hand. "For me?" he kissed him sweetly and Kurt let out an enormous sigh.

"I swear, you have way too much power over my self-control," Kurt grinned as Blaine led him to his car, opening the passenger side for him and closing it when he slid in.

He walked around to his side with a grin on his face. In the car, Kurt raised his eyebrows. "You're in a good mood. Where are we going?"

"Surprise. Put this on," He passed Kurt a blindfold and he shook his head.

"No way." Kurt pushed them away. "There are too many blindfold related accidents in the world,"

Blaine sighed, watching Kurt below his lashes. He looked genuinely concerned.

"Listen babe," Blaine took Kurt's hand again, gently stroking his fine porcelain skin with his thumb. "Just trust me. I won't let any harm come to you, not ever. Do you trust me?"

Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he was younger, a game of blind man's bluff had gone astray when the party-goers ditched him midgame – of course, without telling him. He wandered around for twenty minutes, tripping over numerous obstacles in the process. Of course, it was one of those parties where everyone in the class was invited. He was older now. Blaine wouldn't do that to him. And he supposed he would have enough sense now to remove the blindfold.

"I trust you…" he took the blindfold from his hands. "But you have to talk to me. Every second. You're not allowed to just abandon me,"

Blaine chuckled slightly as Kurt hesitantly pulled the blindfold on. "I'd never abandon you. Not even if you told me to,"

He turned the engine on and placed his hand on Kurt's knee, the other on the wheel.

"Why do blindfolds freak you out so much?"

"Party malfunction. Lots of bruises," Kurt summarised, and Blaine nodded, only realising after that Kurt couldn't see it.

"I see," Blaine muttered, stroking Kurt's leg through the polyester.

"You didn't tell me where we were going," Kurt hinted after a moment.

"I know," Blaine grinned. "It's a surprise,"

Kurt made a frustrated squeak, and let out a suppressed sigh when Blaine squeezed his knee. It was like electricity. They remained silence, just basking in the presence of each other. Blaine kept one hand on Kurt's leg, gently stroking as he drove. Kurt was relaxed, reassured that Blaine wouldn't leave him.

Finally, they reached their destination.

Blaine pressed the window button, winding it to the bottom. He also wound down his own window at the same time.

"I'm going to get out and walk around to your side, but the windows are down so you'll be able to hear me, okay?" Blaine asked, and Kurt chuckled.

"It's okay Blaine…I trust you,"

"I want to talk to you anyway,"

Blaine slid out of the car. "I hope you enjoy this," he called loudly as he circled the car to the other side.

He opened the passenger side and leaned over Kurt, planting a kiss on his lips as he unbuckled his seat belt. He took his hand and helped him out of the car, and more than once, Kurt was tempted to throw the blindfold off.

"Are we here?" Kurt asked and Blaine laughed.

"Not yet babe," he said softly, "Be patient."

Blaine took one of his hands and started leading him slowly. Kurt felt an incline and realised they were heading uphill. The grass was long, reaching up around Kurt and Blaine's hips. The hill wasn't large, but the wind picked up slightly.

"Blaine…" Kurt whispered, and Blaine stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"This is where you stake me, leave me and bolt down the hill right? We're in the middle of nowhere, I wouldn't be found for days…you could be halfway around the world by then…We're in long grass so it'd be harder to find me…" his voice was becoming higher, and it reached its peak when Blaine suddenly let go of his hand.

His cry of alarm was cut short as Blaine pressed himself up against Kurt, their lips finding each other. Blaine kissed him passionately, until all his worries were dissolved into kisses. Blaine ran his hands gently over Kurt's sides and neck, massaging him into a numbing contentment. When they finally broke apart, they were panting heavily, but Blaine enveloped Kurt into a hug, pressing him close.

"How much is it going to take, to convince you that I love you so fucking much? How could I leave you? Every day would be spent wondering what you'd be doing…if you were thinking of me. Hell, I do that now! I could never leave you, let alone kill you. You're just scared, and I don't want you to be scared. I want you to love me just the same amount as I love you…or-"

He was cut off by another kiss.

"I've always had a problem with vulnerability," Kurt whispered as they broke apart once more, panting into each other's ears. "Being at Dalton, I've…I've never had to deal with it…I've never had to feel vulnerable because I fit in so much. If I had to leave that…if I…I couldn't stand being back at McKinley. I love you…I love you so much. I don't want you to think I don't,"

Blaine nodded and released his grip, taking his hand once more.

"You ready?"

Kurt nodded and Blaine continued the journey uphill. They were almost there.

They reached the top of the hill and Blaine set Kurt down on a log, still holding his hand.

"I'm going to let go of you. I'll talk to you…I just need to prepare,"

Kurt nodded and inhaled sharply as Blaine's fingers left his.

"I just need to grab something…"

The familiar clang of a guitar sounded as it fell. "Shit…" Kurt laughed slightly. "Well there goes that surprise,"

There was some rustling as Blaine got into position.

"Okay." Blaine grinned. "Remove the blindfold,"

Kurt slowly pulled it off as the first slide-note of 'I'm Yours' came out of Blaine's guitar. His grin was a mile wide as Blaine strummed, and only when he started singing, did Kurt's attention waver. His gaze went to the surroundings. The hill they were perched on was fairly steep, overlooking paddocks, with a giant tree towering over them. The trees of a forest sat in the distance, as the moon slowly rose over them.

Blaine finished the song, practically on his knees in front of Kurt. He clapped enthusiastically, kissing him again, his arms flung around his neck.

"So what's the occasion?" Kurt asked, planting little kisses on his neck.

"Why should I need an occasion to express my love for you?" he asked, putting his guitar back against the tree.

Kurt hugged him tightly.

"I've got more," he laughed at Kurt's blank expression as he looked around. He grabbed a basket that sat next to the tree and took Kurt's hand, leading him a little ways down the hill.

He lay down, prompting Kurt to do the same. He put the basket between them and opened it, revealing snacks. Neither of them took any, but lay against the cool earth in silence.

"My mother used to bring me here all the time when I was little…" Blaine said softly, staring up at the stars after a few minutes of silence. "It was our hideout from Dad."

Kurt listened intently. Blaine didn't usually delve into his past.

"I usually come here on my own…" Blaine grinned slightly. "Because I stopped having someone to share it with," he took Kurt's hand. "But now I do, and I don't have to do it alone,"

Kurt squeezed his hand tightly and they both glanced up at the stars – both seeing the same thing at the same time. A star burned out and shot slowly across the sky.

"Make a wish babe," Blaine closed his eyes.

"Nah," Kurt whispered, moving the picnic basket and sidling closer to Blaine. "I already have everything I want,"

Blaine turned on his side and kissed Kurt's forehead, then moved down to his lips. Parting Kurt's lips with his tongue, he explored his mouth, his hands roaming boldly over his hips and his back. Kurt shifted slightly, and then crawled up onto Blaine, still kissing him. They didn't go any further, just kissed and touched, until Kurt lay against him, back on the grass. His head rested on Blaine's chest, breathing in time.

"I love you," Kurt snuggled close as Blaine absently played with Kurt's hair.

"I love you more,"

A/N: Sounds a little OOC, but I can't care. I'm suffering from insomnia again and I just wanna get this freaking chapter out. I've been writing and editing it for days! Ew, even my kissing scenes are dodge - just think of what you'll have to put up with when I get to the smut. IF...if I get to the smut. There's no guarantee that I'll (they'll) even do it XD