Kurt was in a state of bliss as he drove home. The sky was bright blue with rays of sunshine raining down on him. The trees danced in the wind while all of District Six seemed to be at peace; at least, for now. Tomorrow was the day of the big announcement; the day President Figgins would make the biggest change in rules since the inception of the games. Now, the Districts would get an eleven year hiatus of sending their tributes to the games…before on the twelfth they would have to offer up twenty-four of their own. Most likely friends pit against friends, making for an ever-more gripping blood bath. But none of that was on Kurt’s mind at the moment. He wasn’t thinking about any of his old friends; ones that would most likely murder him in a heartbeat to stay alive in the coming weeks. No, the only thing on Kurt’s mind was Blaine.

Kurt looked at his watch.

11:50

“Oh, Shiiiitt!” Kurt floored it the rest of the way home. He flew-up his driveway and ran into his house. Carole and Burt were still sitting at the Kitchen counter, reading the newspaper when Kurt burst through the garage door.

“Oh, honey! We were starting to get worried that you had been gone so long! Is every-”

“Everything’s fine, Carole! I gotta go though! I gotta get ready!,” Kurt said hurriedly, and rushed to his bedroom.

“For what?!” shouted Burt.

“uhh…it’s nothing! I just need to change clothes is all.”

Wow. That was the best you could do, Hummel? Lord help us.

It’s not that Kurt didn’t want Carole or Burt to know about Blaine; it’s just, if he told them, then they would get all excited and ask a million questions and then have an extra million in suggestions and words of advice that would only delay him more. Maybe later.

Kurt got undressed and threw Blaine’s clothes on his bed. He shoved his coffee stained clothes in the washer and then proceeded to rip open his closet to find the perfect outfit for his day out with Blaine.

This one? No, it’s so last year. This one?! No, I just wore that one last week? Like it will matter, Hummel, you just met the guy. Wow, and now you’re having a conversation with yourself. You need serious help.

Kurt continued to rip through his closet, trying to find the perfect outfit when his bedroom door opened and he heard two familiar voices at the top of the stairs talking.

“Yes, oh haha yes, anytime darling. Go on down, he should be ready.”

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Kurt’s mom.”

“Oh, honey, call me Carole. Uh-Kurrtt!”

“Yessssss?”

“Your friend from school, Blaine, is here. Is it alright if he comes down or are you still getting ready?”

“I-uh-no I’m fine. He’s fine. He can come down.”

Oh lord, focus Kurt. Don’t fuck this up.

Kurt glanced at his watch again while Blaine effortlessly walked down Kurt’s staircase and entered Kurt’s room for the first time.

“My, my, you have a thing for gray,” Blaine said, peering around the room.

“Hey, it fits my skin tone! And arriving promptly at noon, I see.”

“Like any prince, I arrive at the precise moment.”

“Now we’ve become Disney characters. My, which fairy tale did you fall from my poor sir?”

“I’d like to think I’m Prince Charming.”

Kurt chuckled. He could see it. Blaine had the hair, and the handsome smile mixed with his sense of style and masculine figure. Indeed, he most certainly was Prince Charming.

“Alright, if you’re Prince Charming than who might I be?”

Blaine looked at Kurt. He eyed him up and down while it looked like he was sorting through the hundreds of Disney characters in his brain until he could find a match. It took a while as Blaine continued to think deeply about the subject. The oh-so serious subject of which Disney character his date would be.

“Well…I’d like to say you’re my Cinderella…but she’s talked about too much. You’re someone more special. Someone that’s all mine and no one would ever think of.”

Truth. Cinderella is kind of a whiny and many of the other characters are overlooked because of her…kind of like Rachel in Glee. Oh, focus Hummel.

“So what? Am I your Prince Naveen; your fly-eating Frog?”
Blaine chuckled

“I was thinking more along the lines of Pascal.”

Kurt made noises that he didn’t think were humanly possible. They sounded as though a chain of bombs had just erupted in his nostrils.

“Gahh—woooh. You’re funny. I should have expected that from you. It’s not every day you realize your life matches that of a small, green lizard.”

“Well he’s a chameleon and he’s actually quite adorable. That’s why I chose him for you. Because he was the only character that I could think of that qualifies as adorable enough to how you are.”

Kurt blushed and added, “It’s also not every day you blush from being called a reptile. Now that I think of it, you’re not so much Prince Charming.”

“Yeah? And who exactly would I be then?” Blaine questioned, still chuckling.

“Meeko.”

“Oh, I see. You can’t handle being a reptile all on your own so you make me your raccoon friend.”

“Well not exactly. If you were going for adorable for me, than I had to go for innocent yet extremely cute for you. Meeko is the only character that possesses your level of innocence. Plus, he’s extremely cute.”

Blaine grinned. He knew Kurt was right.

“Well as much as I would love to talk about how awesome Disney characters are, I have a fun trip planned for us today so hurry up and get dressed and we shall be on our way!”

Kurt laughed and grabbed a pair of jeans and a green sweater before running up the stairs. He grabbed his wallet and was almost out the door when he heard Carole:

“You two have fun! Don’t be out too late!”

Kurt knew…that she knew…that he was going on a date.

“Thanks Carole! Goodnight!”

He shut the door and went to the driveway to find Blaine’s cute little Volvo chugging, waiting for Kurt. He got in and strapped in his seatbelt before Blaine backed down the driveway and soon they were headed towards the freeway.

“So where exactly are you taking me?”

“I can’t tell. It’ll take away from the adventure of it all…at least, for you.”

“How I wonder where you really came from? Promise me at least that you’re not going to get us killed.”

“That’s debatable,” Blaine laughed, before turning up the music and smiling.

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For the next few hours, they mingled, learning about each other’s past while they headed towards where the mayor lived in District Six. Then they made an exit and pretty soon, their first stop at the extremely large blue building was in the distance.

“Oh my god, you can’t be serious,” Kurt said, shockingly though extremely happy.

“Oh, you know I am.” Blaine smiled.

Blaine turned into the parking lot garage of the large blue building before putting the car in park and hopping out of the car. Kurt sat there, smiling at him while Blaine waved his hands in anxiousness for Kurt.

“Come on! IKEA awaits!”

The whole adventure made Kurt tingle. First they tried out every single bedroom to see which one they would get if they were buying their own apartment.

“As much as I love the texture of this, wouldn’t you like something more…risqu� darling?” said Blaine, in a very sophisticated, English accent.

“Why yes—yes indeed. I do like that risqu� feeling of an apartment!” said Kurt. And suddenly, for the rest of their adventures in IKEA, not another word was spoken unless it was in a British accent.

“Wait! I think I found it!” Blaine said excitingly. He hoped up from the bed and leapt across two isles of families to the bedroom on the other side of section.

“Sorry! Don’t mind him,” Kurt said, pushing through people to get to Blaine. “He’s just excited for his new bed is all! Blaine, darling! I’m coming!”

The room was, in Kurt’s opinion, perfect. The bed was large and low to the ground. There were three bookshelves hanging from the walls, full of books, while the navy blue wall made everything pop. The lamp in the corner and the computer desk on the other side made the room feel very comfortable.

“This is it! I’ll—We’ll take it!” Blaine said, stamping his foot and pointing to the room while a very small crowd of people looked on with suspicious eyes.

“Oh Blaine—hahaha—stop it! They’ll actually think—hahaha.” Kurt liked Blaine. He liked his innocence and his ability to make something that could seem so boring so much fun—while still acting as mature yet childish yet adorable as humanly possible.

“Well, I think we should at least give the bed a try!” Blaine said, grabbing Kurt by the waste and throwing them both onto the bed. Blaine proceeded to tickle Kurt as Kurt struggled to release himself from the grips of the evil tickle monster that was Blaine Anderson.

Blaine stopped and looked at Kurt; Kurt looked at Blaine. Blaine’s eyes sparkled under the Swedish-companies lights while his hair still looked as dashing as it had when he met him that morning.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Blaine said to Kurt, smiling and still staring into Kurt’s dazzling green eyes. Kurt chuckled. He leaned in and kissed Kurt and once again, fireworks for the both of them. The kiss only lasted for a quick second before Kurt pulled away because of the family he noticed that was staring at them.

“Darling?” said Kurt.

“Yes?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this…but there’s an Asian family in our bathroom.”

Blaine turned around and saw a stunned Asian mother holding her two kids (who couldn’t have been more than six) around her waist while she tried to shoe them around the bed, where Blaine was pinning Kurt’s arms, and away from the little scene. They both sat up, red in the face as the family hurried quickly away.

Sorry! they shouted before breaking out into tears, laughing so hard.

“Alright…should we move on?” Blaine asked, extending his hand for Kurt.

They went around the rest of the store, building up their imaginary stock of what their imaginary apartment would look like. Kurt got especially excited at the dinner tables/kitchen section while Blaine had a thing for the toiletries.

“I wonder what this thing is for?” Blaine said, picking up a bizarre and oddly shaped object.

“Blaine—haha—you’re so cute.” Kurt laughed. “But I have to make a confession.”

“Yes, my dashing young chameleon?”

“I am starving.”

Blaine smiled. “Couldn’t have said it better myself. Onward!”

They left IKEA and made way for a little, Mexican restaurant about three or four miles down the road. It was a little blue brick building with festive tables and a delicious atmosphere.

“How do you know your way around this place so well?” Kurt asked.

“I mean, I live here. I was only in your part of the district today because I had to go to some little business thing. Nothing big. But I’m glad I did.”

“So the business thing was a success?”

“What? Gahh-you think I’m innocent than you must be clueless-no. You! I’m glad I went to the business deal because I met you, silly!”

Kurt smiled. He’d never had someone remotely come close to liking him, let alone date him. And now, finally, this little perfect raccoon came sweeping into his life. But at that moment, he thought about the approaching games. Just three weeks to go before the reaping, where he’d be chosen and he’d be swooped off to the Capitol, leaving his home and family and relationships with friends behind; never to return.

Fucking dammit. Right when things look good, this shit? Great. How do I explain this to him?

“You don’t even understand how happy I am that I met you. It feels weird that I just met you no less than five hours ago, yet I feel closer to you than…than I feel with most people.”

Blaine smiled. “Well after we eat I still have one more place to take you. I’ll warn you. It’s different but I love it and I think you will too.”

Kurt smiled. “After what’s happened so far…I’m willing to bet I will too.”

They ate their food and had a few more laughs before they paid and left for their final destination on their little adventure of awesomeness. They drove back to where Kurt lived. They passed the IKEA and both smiled at each other, thinking the same thing the other one was. Something along the lines of, “yeah, we went there and totally kissed in front of that Asian family and probably made a fool of ourselves but who-the-fuck-cares because that was a great kiss .”

Soon they were on the highway back to Kurt’s part of the district. They were about an hour outside Kurt’s home when Blaine made an unexpected exit off the highway, into a deep woods. Kurt became a little worried.

“Oh-no! Please don’t tell me this was all a gimmick of making yourself look like an extremely innocent and adorable boy when you’re really just a serial rapist that captures innocent, young teenage gay boys and takes them to the middle of nowhere and has their way with them.”

“What!? No! Just relax! We’re almost at the last spot. Trust me, you’ll love it.” Blaine said.

For about ten minutes, they took a few more twists and turns along the back road before they finally popped-out into an open field. The sun was setting as the sky was a mixture of orange, purple, and pink with glimmers of yellow rays. Blaine turned into a lot, parked the car, and turned the ignition switch off.

“We’re finally here!” Blaine said, excitedly. He popped the trunk of the car open and brought out a blanket and a basket, which in it contained two glasses, champagne, strawberries, and a little chocolate.

“We’re where?! “ Kurt said, still confused as to why they were in the middle of nowhere.

Blaine glanced down at his watch. “Oh trust me, you’ll know in about five minutes. I took you to a spot where not that many people come. You’ll love it soon enough. But we have to hurry to get a good spot!”

They ran down the little hillside where the parking lot was to the field where Blaine laid out the blanket and the contents of the glasses. He uncorked the champagne and poured himself and Kurt a glass.

“Blaine, just tell me, where are we?”

“Look that way and you’ll know pretty soon!”

Blaine pointed down the field to what looked to be a very, very small shed with a pattern of lights stacked behind it. Kurt looked intensely to the shed; even squinting his eyes, trying to see exactly where they were. While doing so, he heard a pinging on his ear drums. A high-pitched squeal, which continued to gain in intensity, until finally it was so loud that he looked up and…

WHOOOSH!

A massive jet had just passed over their heads as it descended rapidly before gracefully touching down on the runway. Now Kurt knew.

“Hahahaha—oh my gosh. And here I was, thinking you were about to kill me when you took me to the airport? Blaine Anderson, you little geek you.”

“Geek, such a term of endearment.”

“May I ask how you found this place in the first place?”

“I got lost one day, trying to pick my dad-up who was returning from some business meeting at the Capitol when I stumbled upon this place. I saw a jet pass right over my head and followed it to the parking lot. Ever since then, I don’t know how, but I fell in love with this place.”

“You come here to watch planes land? That’s so…geeky yet romantic.”

“Guilty as charged,” Blaine laughed. He smiled at Kurt. “This is where I go to escape my world; to escape my day-to-day stress and just come here to…dream.”

“So basically you dream on landing aircraft?” Kurt giggled.

“Well when you think of it that way it seems silly.”

“Well than how would you phrase it?” Kurt inquired, but still quite curious.

“I don’t know…it’s just I like to wish upon this place—on airplanes—because it makes my dreams seem all the more…realistic? Achievable? I don’t know...just because at one time the airplane had been nothing more than that. Than a silly little dream.”

And it was at that that precise moment where Kurt had fallen for Blaine.

“That…is actually not silly at all. That’s…beautiful.” Kurt said, patting Blaine on the back.

Blaine turned around and nodded to Kurt. “Thanks. I—I hope you don’t mind me taking you here; opening-up and all.”

“No! No I…I love it. Actually now I think I have to tell you something. You’ve taken me on this magical day and opened-up this spot to me that I have to tell you something now.”

Blaine nodded. Kurt paused, trying to think of the best way to phrase it.

Basically you can fuck me for three more weeks and then I’ll be pit up against my former friends and most-likely be killed. Is that too straight forward for him?

“Well…I’m never really going back to school again…” Kurt started.

Blaine nodded in confusion.

“Why? Is everything alright? Are people mean to you or is school just ‘not your thing’?”

Shit. Great start, Hummel. Why not just say you’ll be dead soon. That’ll be better than how it’s going. Get it together! Kurt licked his lips in hesitation.

“N-No. No, haha, it’s not that. I…you know how the Capitol pits people together every year?”

Blaine nodded, somewhat understanding.

“Well I’m being picked.”

“Wait, what?! How do you know that?! The reaping isn’t for another three weeks?! You’re just scared, that’s all. It’s totally okay to be scar-”

“No! No!” Kurt interrupted, starting to shake a little. “I know. You see, there’s this teacher at my school…”

“Sue? Sue Sylvester?” Blaine interjected.

Kurt was confused.

Oh God, he knows Sue. How does he know Sue ?

“Yessss…..How did you…?”

“I heard about her little rule change she told the President about. The district by district reaping versus the current way they do it? That was what my business meeting was about today. How people should set up the reaping and what not. I hated it. I also heard that she gets to choose whoever she wants and…”

“…and she’s choosing the McKinley High School Glee club.” Kurt said, finishing Blaine’s statement. “Yea, you’re looking at one of their members, ready to kill off all of his friends in the name of some stupid battle no one even remembers!” Kurt said sarcastically, starting to ball-up.

“Oh, Kurt, I am so sorry!” Blaine said, hugging Kurt.
Kurt began to cry into Blaine’s shoulder. Cry would actually be an understatement. Kurt let down his wall for a moment and let the flood gates opened.

Like Carole had predicted, it was a Niagara Falls kind of time.