Kurt spent the ride home listening to Blaine chat excitedly about everything that came to his mind. He started by explaining to Kurt how he was going to carve his pumpkin this year (a haunted house), along with a detailed description of all his past pumpkins. He then moved on to Pumpkin Spice Lattes and by now they had gotten all the way to bow ties. Kurt appreciated this topic much more, but he had no idea how they got here. He just liked listening to Blaine talk so excitedly- Kurt didn’t even interject. He just sat with a smile on his face and listened to his boyfriend chatter, his hands flying as he spoke.

They finally pulled into Blaine’s driveway and took their pumpkins to the kitchen. Blaine laid newspaper down and the boys began carving. Kurt made Blaine scrape the guts out of his pumpkin, but Blaine did so happily. It didn’t take long before they were surrounded by pumpkin seeds and orange goo discussing the latest issue of Vogue. Kurt looked over at Blaine as he started carefully tracing the haunted house he was about to carve. Kurt was always impressed by Blaine’s artistic ability; he could draw a perfect haunted house without even trying. Kurt, on the other hand, was only good at drawing hearts in his notebooks. If it was anybody else Kurt would probably hate him for his ability, but sometimes Blaine would bring him pictures he drew in class and how could Kurt hate that?

The next twenty minutes were spent in quiet concentration, both boys carving carefully into their pumpkins. The only noise was Kurt’s occasional “oh, shit!” and Blaine chuckling in response. When they were done they set their pumpkins out on Blaine’s doorstep.

“Are you going to take yours home?” Blaine asked.

“I’d like to leave it here if that’s alright,” Kurt said, giving Blaine a shy smile. Blaine smiled wide at that and leaned in to kiss Kurt.

“Of course you can leave it here,” he said once they had separated. “I’d love it.” He gave Kurt an adoring look. Kurt almost swooned, but suddenly Blaine was excitedly talking about the pumpkins again.

“I’ll take really good care of them, I promise. I always check to make sure they haven’t gotten smashed. It’s too early to put candles in yet, but once it’s close enough to Halloween I’ll light them up every night. We can do it together on the nights you come over…” Kurt grabbed Blaine’s arm and smiled gently.

“Whatever you want, Blaine,” he said. Blaine smiled, a little embarrassed, but her wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist and walked him to the car.

“You can stay for dinner if you like,” Kurt stated as they turned off Blaine’s street. “You’re always welcome for dinner. And Carole is making grilled chicken. She makes really good chicken,” Kurt added, batting his eyelashes at Blaine.

“Sure, I’ll stay. My parents are at some work thing tonight so I’d be trying to feed myself anyway.” Kurt cringed at the thought of Blaine making his own food. He may have been good at art, but the boy couldn’t make toast without burning it.

Dinner at the Hudson-Hummel household was always a treat, and they accepted Blaine like family. As they passed the food around the table Blaine told them about their trip to the pumpkin patch and how they decorated their pumpkins. “Kurt’s just kind of looks like some holes in a pumpkin, but he tried,” Blaine stage whispered to Finn, who nearly choked on his food. The dinner passed quickly as everyone talked and teased each other.

When dinner was over, the whole family migrated to the living room and spent the rest of the evening drinking hot chocolate and watching “Inception,” leaving Blaine, Kurt, and Carole swooning over Leonardo DiCaprio.

Kurt didn’t want Blaine to leave at the end of the night. He never wanted Blaine to leave, but he reluctantly walked him out to his car.

“I had an amazing day, Blaine. Thank you.”

“Any time, babe,” Blaine winked. Kurt pulled Blaine into a hug, resting his chin on Blaine’s shoulder and breathing him in.

“I love you,” Kurt whispered.

“I love you, too.”

Kurt kissed Blaine hard on the lips. They stayed this way for a few minutes until Blaine reluctantly pulled away. He got into his car and gave Kurt a sad look, but told him he’d see him on Monday. Kurt watched as he backed out of the driveway and straightened himself on the street. When Blaine turned to wave, Kurt blew him one last kiss and laughed when Blaine mimed catching it and putting it in his pocket.

Dork, he thought. ,My perfect dork.