A/N: I'm just.,..I'm running out of things to say. Everything is happy and nothing hurts, and the Sex riot was amazing, and the CrissColfer tweets, and '8' - this weekend was brilliant. Claire and I are spending this weekend together (I think?) and we're going to try and get out at least 27 fics, because right now, if we don't get even close to that number by the end of this weekend, we definitely won't reach 365 in 18 days - we won't even get close! So be prepared for shitloads of updates the entire weekend.

"Kurrrtttt." Blaine called up the stairs, drawing out his name. "You need to get dressed. Wear something nice."

"Blaine? Where are we going?" Kurt called back, appearing at the top of the stairs.

"It's a surprise." Blaine smirked.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at him.

"Exactly how 'nice' do you mean?"

"Well, I'm wearing a tuxedo..." Blaine said mysteriously, wandering back the way he'd come, leaving Kurt speechless behind him.

Kurt's eyes closed and he let a grin escape his lips. It had been a while since they went anywhere that nice. He laughed quietly to himself before practically skipping to his room, excitedly pulling out his best tux.

He pulled it on, straightening this tie and grinning at himself in the mirror. This was exciting.

"When are we leaving babe?" Kurt called, and Blaine paused.

"Now?"

Eyes wide, Kurt stepped into his dress shoes and hurried down the stairs, shoving his phone and wallet in his pockets. Blaine was waiting at the door, his grin as big as his face and his eyes gleaming in anticipation.

"Ready gorgeous?" Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded, accepting Blaine's hand.

Blaine led them outside to his car, opening the door for his boyfriend and shutting it when Kurt had sat down.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going?" Kurt asked, buckling his seatbelt when Blaine entered from the driver's side.

"Nope." Blaine grinned. "It's a surprise."

Kurt pouted a little, but kept quiet, trying to sus out where they were going. But Blaine was unpredictable as always, and he grinned at Kurt.

"Close your eyes?" he tried, and Kurt frowned, but complied and closed his eyes. "Thank you." He could hear the smirk in Blaine's voice.

They drove in silence for another couple of minutes, before Kurt felt the tell-tale signs of pulling into a carpark.

"Keep your eyes closed." Blaine commanded, and the door opened and closed. The back door opened, then there was rummaging and Kurt was confused, but soon it shut and Blaine opened the passenger door.

"Keep them closed." He ordered, helping Kurt out of his seatbelt and taking his arm to help him stand up.

There was a dull white noise – people talking, and Kurt could swear he heard children laughing.

Where the hell were they?

Blaine guided him across the car park, and stopped him.

"Stay here." Blaine moved in front of him, then stopped. "Open."

The first thing Kurt saw was Blaine – his amazing, fantastic boyfriend with his arms full of flowers. He broke out into a grin, before searching beyond his boyfriend to see where they were.

Bright yellow arches gleamed back at him, and Kurt's smile faded.

"McDonalds?"

Blaine grinned triumphantly. "Yep!"

Kurt felt lost. "What…?"

Blaine took his hand, grinning and opening the door for him. "I wanted to take you out special."

Kurt faltered. "Right." He whispered.

Blaine noticed his sour expression and his grin widened. "Do you like it?"

Kurt sighed softly. "Yeah. It's…fine." He shook his head. "Great. I'm…thank you. I love you."

Blaine smiled slightly, leading Kurt to the counter. The cashier gave them a once over, her eyebrows raised.

"Evening boys. On a date?" she inquired with a kind smile.

"We are indeed." Blaine beamed, and Kurt tried to smile.

Blaine was acting like he was four.

"Cute." She laughed. "What can I get you?"

Blaine glanced at the menu, before looking at Kurt. "Anything you want, gorgeous."

The girl behind the counter struggled to hide her smile.

"Just…" Kurt sighed. He may as well splurge. He was disappointed. "A quarter pounder. Meal." He paused. "Large."

Blaine grinned and nodded, ordering the same thing for himself. "Can I also get a coffee frappe?" he asked and she nodded, quacking putting in the orders and collecting his money.

"So…why suits?" Kurt asked softly, leaning against the counter.

Blaine blinked. "Uh…because we're on a date."

Kurt didn't want to say anything. They'd been living together for only a few months, and what if this was Blaine's real version of a date. He was confused, but he kept his mouth shut. He'd have to take Blaine out properly some time.

Their orders came quickly, and they found a secluded corner to sit in.

"This is gross." Kurt muttered, suddenly lacking in appetite as the grease seeped through the wrapper.

"Just eat it." Blaine grinned. "We can go to the gym later, if you're that worried."

Kurt heaved a sigh, taking a few chips and eating them slowly. Blaine dug straight into his burger, taking giant bites and not really stopping to swallow. Kurt shook his head, sipping his water.

"You okay?" Blaine asked softly, taking Kurt's hand.

He nodded. "I'm fine."

"You seem…sad…"

"I'm not." He forced a grin. "I'm happy to be with you."

Blaine smiled, stroking his hand gently as he practically inhaled his chips.

Kurt finished his meal slowly, and afterwards they shared the frappe. Blaine was grinning as he lead him out, and Kurt was still looking sour.

"I had fun." Blaine grinned. "This was great."

Kurt nodded despondently, and Blaine lead him back to the car, helping him in and closing the door behind him.

"Did you have fun?" Blaine prompted, and Kurt nodded slightly.

"I did. I had a great time." He said flatly, trying his hardest to sound genuine.

Blaine grinned happily and started the car, and Kurt gazed out the window dejectedly. They were silent as they drove, and Blaine glanced at Kurt occasionally, worried about his boyfriend.

"You sick?" he asked gently, pulling up to the side of the road.

"Sorry?" Kurt asked, unbuckling his seatbelt, assuming they were home.

"I asked if you were sick."

"I'm fine."

Blaine hurried around the side of the car to open the door, beaming at Kurt. When Kurt stepped out, he quickly realised they weren't home. Bright neon lights gleamed back at him, and his eyes widened.

"Oh my god."

Blaine produced two tickets from his jacket pocket, waving them in front of Kurt's face.

"It's off-Broadway, but it's something." He grinned, and Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's neck, kissing him passionately.

"I thought…"

Blaine grinned. "I know."

"But…"

Blaine pulled him at arm's length. "I know. And I love the fact that you tried to be happy, even if it wasn't what you were expecting."

Kurt smiled back at him.

"I thought that was your actual idea of a date, and that I needed to teach you." He teased, slipping his hand into Blaine's.

Blaine grinned back at him.

"How can that be my idea of a date when I'm with you?"

Kurt froze suddenly.

"Do you...not like attending the same sort of things as me?" he asked seriously, concerned.

Blaine pulled him close, kissing him gently.

"Of course I do! Just, every now and then, I like to go somewhere cheap, just so we can be silly, and not have to worry about acting properly." He teased, and Kurt grinned at him.

"So, next time..." he let his voice trail off teasingly. "It's my turn to surprise you?"

A/N: Fairly sure the start of this one was actually written at Maccas?