A mere two days later, Kurt found himself sitting at the Lima Bean again, staring at Blaine's number on his phone. It'd be creepy if he called him, right? But, he had given Kurt his phone number... Deciding to live a little, noting the irony in that phrase at the moment, he pressed the talk button.

The ringing echoed in his head as he tried to think of what to say. Torn between hanging up and waiting for an answer, he didn't even hear the noise stop until the voice on the other end jutted him back to reality.

"Hello? Kurt, is that you?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry, I know we just met and all and you're probably busy-" he blathered, inexplicably nervous.

"Not at all, you wanna grab coffee or something?" Blaine replied cheerfully.

Looking down at the cup already in his hand, inspiration struck him.

"No, we're gonna do something better than that," Kurt responded with a slight smile, "Can you pick me up at the Lima Bean?"

"THIS is what you had in mind?" Blaine practically screeched as the rollercoaster began climbing upward.

"Well, not this in particular, but I thought maybe it was time to start working on my bucket list. And you know, you seemed like just the right person to do it with," Kurt said, blushing slightly.

Blaine would have responded had he had the time, but the coaster took a sudden nosedive and he found himself clinging to Kurt's arm. Rollercoasters were definitely not his thing, but he had ignored that fact because Kurt had seemed so eager.

Speaking of the other man, he was much more enthused by the ride. He raised the arm that Blaine wasn't holding onto and let out a yell as the drop continued.

"Holy shit," Blaine half screamed, his face buried in Kurt's shoulder.

"Live a little," Kurt yelled back, the coaster now beginning a series of loops.

Tentatively at first, Blaine put one arm up. Then, with uninhibited boldness, he laced the fingers of his other hand through Kurt's and raised their arms together. They yelled in unison, the last drop of the rollercoaster seeming to last forever.

When the ride finally screeched to a stop, Kurt couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Blaine. His hair had half escaped from the gel, and he had such a happy smile on his face.

"You have a bit of a fro going on there," Kurt couldn't resist saying as they walked down the steps, "But I actually kind of like it."

Blaine reached up and ran a hand through his hair, grimacing as it got stuck in the remnants of the gel. "Your hair doesn't look all that great either," he shot back, still laughing.

Kurt didn't care.

All he cared about was this. And he didn't want it to end. This strange night with this strange stranger. Running on endorphins, he grabbed Blaine's hand, pulling him out of the tiny amusement park.

He looked up, grinning at Kurt.

"The night is young," Kurt explained, "Wanna cross something else off?"

Blaine looked puzzled, but nodded anyway.

"You live here?" Blaine asked, looking around with slight amazement as they pulled up in his car.

"My dad's a Congressman, kinda famous here," Kurt laughed, "He said him and Carole had a few extra rooms, so voila, here I am!"

Blaine gazed at the house, trying not to gape.

"Anyways, we're not going in. You think I'm going to let a perfect stranger into my house? We're going to the backyard."

"I am not a stranger! I knew you before!"

"We stood on the same stage for all of ten minutes like five years ago. That does not count as knowing me, Blaine."

The shorter man shook his head, knowing he couldn't win the argument.

"Backyard. Follow me." Kurt led Blaine to the backyard, then turned to him, "Wait a second."

He left Blaine standing there as he entered the house, finally coming back out with several buckets of paint and a giant canvas under his arm. Blaine stared at him, obviously confused.

"Paint party picnic," Kurt replied to his unvoiced confusion, looking at Blaine like it was the simplest thing in the world. "Also, you might want to put these on, don't wanna ruin your fashionable threads." He threw him an old t-shirt and shorts, holding onto a set for himself. Blaine looked at him skeptically, but then just shrugged and pulled his shirt off.

Kurt felt his breath hitch and quickly averted his gaze, hoping Blaine hadn't caught him staring and thought him creepy. Turning around, he changed his clothes hurriedly, trying not to think about how weird it was to be changing in the middle of his backyard with a virtual stranger.

"Don't want to destroy your Alexander McQueen?" Blaine asked suddenly, jerking Kurt from his thoughts. "Oh come on now, don't give me that look. I tend to embrace the stereotype that all gays must be fashionably inclined!"

Unable to stop himself, Kurt snorted as he began to roll out the huge canvas. "So, you're, uh, you're-"

"Gay. Yep. Wait... was it not obvious to you?"

"You... you seemed a little straight," he replied, not knowing how to word what he wanted to say.

"Am I really that bad at flirting?" Blaine asked, pouting up at Kurt, "I bought you coffee!"

He shook his head, putting stones on each corner of the canvas, "Don't you make that face at me Blaine Anderson!"

"Irresistible, right? Coop always said I had the perfect pathetic puppy face."

"Coop?"

"Brother. Anyway, what exactly are you doing?"

Kurt opened the paint buckets, looking up at Blaine. "We're going to paint!"

Blaine looked around for a moment. "There aren't any brushes."

"Oh heavens!" Kurt mock cried, "What ever shall we do?"

This received a glare from Blaine, who watched as Kurt flung a scoop of paint across the canvas. He didn't fully understand what was happening, but the paint splattered across, and he had to admit that it looked kind of cool. Shrugging, he submerged his hand into a different bucket of paint and threw a handful onto the canvas.

"Ooh, this is fun," he muttered to himself, turning red when he realized that Kurt had heard. Spinning away from him, he tentatively walked onto the canvas, his bare feet creating slight indentations in the material. Dumping an entire bucket across, he slid through the splatter, doing a signature Warbler's move.

"I do believe I've seen that move at Sectionals," Kurt jested, following his lead and walking onto the paint, doing a little twirl as well.

He only got a nod in response as he continued to watch Blaine spin around in the paint. He was humming a tune Kurt thought he recognized, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Watching him now, all other thoughts were erased from his mind.

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream," Blaine sang softly, looking up at the starry sky as he whirled around.

"You have a beautiful voice," Kurt commented quietly.

"Thank you," he murmured, trailing off as he looked down at his paint-covered feet.

"No, keep singing, it's nice."

Deciding to just go for it, Blaine picked back up with the song, singing it in the slow manner that the Warbler's had rejected for a more upbeat version all those years ago. He watched Kurt watching him and held out his hand, his next sentence barely a whisper, "Dance with me?"

Opening his mouth, then shutting it just as quickly, Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand silently, listening to him sing as they danced slowly. One of Blaine's hands rested on his back, the other interlaced with his. He placed his free hand on Blaine's shoulder as they moved together through the paint.

"We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach, got a motel and built a fort out of sheets. I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece. I'm complete."

"We should go to Cali one day," Kurt interrupted, not fully aware of what he was saying. He was clearly losing it if he was asking a guy he'd met two days ago to go to California with him, but somehow he didn't feel the need to retract the offer.

Blaine just nodded, continuing to sing as Kurt closed his eyes.

They kept spinning slowly long after Blaine had finished the song. When Kurt finally opened his eyes, the other man's face was much closer to him than he'd imagined. He tripped backward in surprise, pulling the both of them down into the paint with a thud, their hands still intertwined.

"S-sorry, sorry," he spluttered, attempting to brush paint off of Blaine's shoulder.

"It's fine," he replied, nose crinkling as he laughed, laying on his back.

"You're lying in the paint," Kurt said flatly.

"And you say that like it's a bad thing. But look up! It's so pretty."

Kurt turned his face towards the sky, just realizing how bright it had become. Sighing, he laid down next to Blaine.

"I can't believe this wasn't on my bucket list," he whispered, staring up, "Stargazing with a mysterious stranger." His paint covered hand shot to his mouth as he realized what he had said. Pulling his hand away from his mouth moments later however, he realized that he really didn't care. That stupid news he had received the other day had made him reckless with his emotions.

"You've got some paint on your face," Blaine said quietly, "And you're cute."

Kurt turned red, refusing to look at Blaine.

"What if this is it?" he asked suddenly, unable to contain his thoughts.

"And you think I'm the mood killer," Blaine laughed in lieu of an answer.

"I'm serious! What if this is all there is? And tomorrow I get hit by a bus or you get hit by a bus or we both get hit by a bus or we're in a bus and its gets hit. I mean, the possibilities are endless," babbled Kurt, finally turning his face towards Blaine.

"Then we better make the most of right now," Blaine responded, "But I promise I'll stay away from buses if it gives me more time with you."

"Oh shut up you," Kurt said, fondly hitting Blaine on the shoulder.

"Hate to change the subject, but you said this was a paint party picnic?"

Kurt glared at him for a second before smiling. "Oh so you're just using me for my food?"

"Nah, it's a perk."

"Thanks," Kurt said, a few hours later, as they cleaned up.

"For what? I'm pretty sure this was all your idea."

"Yeah, but most people wouldn't go along with it- especially with a random stranger. I mean, I could have been a serial killer for all you knew."

"You still could be, you haven't completely changed my mind yet."

"Gee thanks," Kurt replied, throwing a biscuit and hitting Blaine in the head.

"Ow, uncalled for!"

"Totally called for."