It was the kind of autumn day that Kurt lived for- he could wear his favorite sweaters and scarves without having to hide them under coats. Not that his coats weren’t fashionable, of course, but they hid the outfits he spent hours coordinating. Everything outside was perfectly coordinated shades of brown and orange, the sky was blue, and the ground was littered in leaves. The air was brisk, and he loved the way it turned the tip of Blaine’s nose red. He looked over at his boyfriend for the hundredth time that day, smiling at his red nose and cheeks. As much as Kurt hadn’t wanted to venture outside, it was totally worth it seeing Blaine like this.

Blaine had called after lunch asking Kurt if he wanted to go to the pumpkin patch. He’d argued that Halloween was just around the corner and if they waited too long all the good pumpkins would be taken. He was too enthusiastic for Kurt to say no, so an hour later he was in Blaine’s car driving to some pumpkin patch in the middle of nowhere. But Blaine was excited about pumpkins and his nose was just a little bit pink and it was a beautiful day and… okay, so maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as Kurt thought. It might actually be fun.

As soon as they parked Blaine jumped out of the car with a huge grin on his face. He took Kurt’s hand and they walked into the pumpkin patch. They were surrounded by little kids and innocent looking teenagers, and Blaine started looking around intently. Kurt would point to random pumpkins and ask “that one?” Blaine would shake his head and keep looking. They wandered through the patch for half an hour before Kurt started to get annoyed. A pumpkin was a pumpkin to him, Blaine was just too picky.

“Blaine,” he said, “just pick a pumpkin. It doesn’t matter which one.”

“No, Kurt. This is going to be my Halloween pumpkin. It has to be perfect!” Kurt wanted to roll his eyes, but he could only smile. Blaine was just so damn cute he couldn’t help himself. If his boyfriend wanted a perfect pumpkin, Kurt would wait for him to find one.

Eventually Kurt found a small pumpkin he liked and he picked it up, Blaine’s opinion be damned. He sat on a small haystack at the edge of the patch and watched Blaine continue without him. As serious as he was acting about finding a pumpkin, he looked happy to be there. He would occasionally bend down to look at one closer, but he always stood up and shook his head. At one point he helped a young girl carry her pumpkin to her parents, and Kurt swooned. How the hell did he find someone so perfect, he wondered.

This would forever go down as one of Kurt’s favorite afternoons. Watching Blaine look around was like watching a scene in a movie- the sky was clear and beautiful, and all the colors stood out against it (Blaine stood out especially in his burgundy shirt with those tight jeans that Kurt loved to look at him in). Kids were running around screaming while employees served people hot cider. Kurt loved cider, and he slowly sipped his down as he watched Blaine kneel down at a pumpkin. He kneeled a little longer than usual, and Kurt saw the smile spread across Blaine’s face. Blaine looked over at Kurt and laughed. Kurt’s heart skipped a beat. This boy was so perfect, so excited by the littlest things. He just loved life, and Kurt loved that about him the most. Blaine carefully picked up the pumpkin and came waddling towards Kurt. Of course he picked the biggest one in the damn place, and Kurt laughed as he thought about how small it made Blaine look. He could barely carry it, but his face was shining and so Kurt smiled.

“You found one you like, I see?” he questioned.

Blaine nodded enthusiastically. “Look at it, Kurt. It’s big, perfectly round, dark orange, and doesn’t have any of those weird rough patches on it. It is perfect,” Blaine explained as he tried to balance it on his knee.

Blaine and Kurt paid for their pumpkins and went slowly to the car, setting the pumpkins carefully in the back seat. Blaine buckled his in. “Just in case,” he said matter-of-factly. This time, Kurt did roll his eyes.