A/N: Updates are far and few between, and I apologise greatly...but...Glee is back, so.. hm. But I've finished all my assessment for this term. I have a week of school left, then two weeks of holiday, then I complete my final 6 weeks of school EVER. Exciting. Anyway. Enjoy.

Rating: G

"What are we going to do?"

Blaine sighed – he was at a loss too.

"Blaine, our anniversary is in two days!"

He sighed. "Kurt…is it really that important?"

Kurt whipped around, eyes wide. "What?"

Blaine sighed, rolling his eyes. "No, not our anniversary. Of course that's important. I just mean, is it important to do something special?"

"We always do something special." Kurt said softly, kissing Blaine's knuckles.

"Mmm…" Blaine mumbled thoughtfully, tracing lazy patterns into Kurt's arm. "Why don't we sleep on it?"

Kurt sighed, nodding and letting Blaine pull him up from the couch.

^.^

"Bali?"

"Too far away." Blaine countered softly.

Kurt sighed. "Hawaii?"

"Same problem."

Kurt grunted unhappily. "We could go see a play?"

"We did that last week…"

Kurt pouted. "Alright. I give up." He groaned. "Let's just stay home."

Blaine stroked his hair sympathetically. "Sorry baby…"

Kurt just shrugged, slumping and focusing on whatever was on TV. Blaine wrinkled his nose. There had to be something…

Suddenly, he got an idea and he grinned wide.

"Relax baby. I've got an idea."

^.^

"Where are we going?" Kurt asked for perhaps the hundredth time.

They were in the car, after a long plane ride from New York to Lima, and a couple of very cryptic phone calls.

"As much as I love my parents, I don't want to spend our anniversary with them…"

Blaine laughed. "Stop panicking. We aren't seeing either of our parents."

Kurt rolled his eyes, sitting back against the chair and folding his arms.

"Close your eyes, please." Blaine requested after a few red lights.

Kurt frowned. "Why?"

"Baby…" he glanced over at him with pleading eyes and Kurt gave a long sigh, closing his eyes obediently.

Blaine smiled, parking the car. "Alright, stay."

"Woof." Kurt deadpanned dryly.

Blaine laughed and went around to the other side of the car, opening it and taking Kurt's hand.

"Step." He said quietly, guiding Kurt to the building.

When Kurt finally stepped inside, all he could smell was coffee beans and familiarity.

"Open." Blaine said softly, and Kurt found himself back in the Lima Bean.

It was it exactly the way he remembered it, and their favourite table sat unoccupied, with two take-away cups steaming on top of it. A 'reserved' sign sat with them, and Kurt let out a small breath, nodding eagerly.

"It's perfect."