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Blaine’s stomach twittered nervously as if he was meeting Kurt for their first date. He made sure to stop at a florist on his way toward the station to pick up flowers for his boyfriend.

“Are these for a special someone?” said the elderly gentleman behind the counter at the florist. “This is a beautiful arrangement, so I hope whoever you’re giving these to really appreciates them and the gesture that these flowers provide!”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll appreciate them. Thanks!” Blaine remarked as he turned around, leaving the florist slightly confused. I forget that people aren’t used to seeing out, gay high schoolers in this part of the world, he thought to himself and he clicked the unlock button on his keys. He delicately placed the arrangement – peonies and hydrangeas, the perfect level of drama for Kurt – on the front seat as he buckled his seat belt and pulled out of the parking lot.

Upon arriving at the train station, he pulled into a spot near the entrance as he heard a train whistle inside. He quickly grabbed the flowers, gave a quick check to his hair, and jumped out of the car barely remembering to lock the doors as he hurried toward the terminal.

Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click.

His shoes clicked on the polished tile floor as he ran to the arrivals terminal of the train station. He looked quickly at the arrivals board and sure enough, Kurt’s train had arrived. Blaine peered at his watch to see how long it had been since his train had pulled into the station when Blaine forcefully collided with someone.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” Blaine said, practically out of breath from his jog, only to be encountered with Kurt’s arms reaching out for him, pulling him in for a tight hug.

“Here I thought you were going to run dramatically into my arms, but I wasn’t expecting to literally run into you,” Kurt said with a smile as he wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck. Blaine heard the crinkle of the floral paper as he tightly squeezed Kurt’s chest, taking in his scent, his voice, and his warmth all at once.

Kurt peeled away slightly, keeping his arms around Blaine’s neck, as he took a moment to stare into Blaine’s eyes. As Kurt pushed his face closer, he rested his forehead on Blaine’s and just looked into his eyes as Blaine soon lost himself in Kurt’s ocean-blue eyes with slight specks of gold peeking back at him.

“If it wasn’t for all of these people right now, it’d be so on,” Kurt whispered as chills ran up Blaine’s spine.

Blaine used his hands around Kurt’s waist to pull them closer, forcing their lips to touch. Blaine felt butterflies, fireworks, chills, and overwhelming arousal at yet another emotional kiss in the middle of a train station. As Blaine’s eyes were closed tightly, hoping to savor each sound, smell, touch that Kurt was sharing with him right now. He felt Kurt’s hands move; one to the side of his face where he gently touched his cheek, ear, and his hairline, and the other behind Blaine’s back, pulling them even closer at the waist. Blaine moaned slightly as his mouth opened to get a taste of Kurt, Kurt’s tongue lightly licking the entrance of Blaine’s quivering lips.

Kurt replied with an equally chilling moan as he slightly opened his mouth only to press his lips together quickly, obviously trying to restrain himself from losing control in the middle of the train station.

“Let’s save something for when we get back your place,” Kurt whispered, still unable to open his eyes after that lingering kiss.

Blaine laughed, his eyes finally forcing themselves open in order to encounter the look on his love’s face. “I think we should have all of our kisses at train stations. They always leave me wanting more,” Blaine said as he coyly pulled Kurt’s hips closer to his.

Kurt pulled away and slapped Blaine’s arm as he feigned shock at Blaine’s implications. “Blaine Anderson! Who knew that my shy boyfriend has such a bottle rocket hidden in there!” he exclaimed.

Blaine smiled and held out the flowers for Kurt. “These are for you. They may not be your favorites, but they smell lovely and have just the right amount of drama and flair, just like you,” Blaine said sweetly.

Kurt smiled broadly and reached out for the flowers, taking a moment to breathe in their sweet aroma. Blaine didn’t often get Kurt flowers, especially not ones this beautiful, but this was just the romance they needed to get their relationship back in a fantastic place after their previous weekend together in New York.  “They’re beautiful, Blaine. Thank you,” Kurt said sincerely as he locked eyes with his boyfriend and reached out to grab his hand. “Shall we leave?” he said, reaching down to pick up his bag.

“Of course. Please Kurt, let me get your bag,” Blaine said.

Kurt sighed. “My knight in shining armor. Chivalry is so not dead.”

Blaine chuckled as he placed Kurt’s bag on his shoulder while still holding Kurt’s hand. Kurt took one last whiff of the flowers as they moved toward the exit.

“So, what do you have planned for our drive?” Kurt asked as they encountered the midday sun waiting for them in the parking lot.

“Nothing super unusual, it’s not a long drive. But I did bring some of your favorite things to ensure that our ride is endlessly entertaining,” Blaine said as he unlocked his car and headed toward the trunk to stow Kurt’s bag.

“Ooh, new mix CDs! You clearly know how to make this boy happy,” Kurt squealed as he buckled into Blaine’s car.

Blaine slid into the driver’s seat and put the keys in the ignition. He adjusted the mirror and reached out again for Kurt’s hand. He looked at him for a moment and said, “I would do anything to make you happy, Kurt,” as he quickly squeezed.

Blaine smiled for a moment, then took his hand from Kurt’s and placed it behind the passenger seat as he prepared to back out of the parking space.

“Are you ready for an adventure?” he said as the car was aligned toward the exit.

“With you, everything is an adventure,” Kurt said, smiling.