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It was a few songs into his mix CD when Blaine looked over and noticed Kurt had fallen asleep.

He’s so dreamy when he’s sleeping. He looks like an angel, he thought as he took a moment to savor the look on his boyfriend’s sleeping face.

Blaine quieted the radio and contented himself to tap along on the steering wheel with the top 40 songs he was listening to. As he continued to drive, Blaine noticed a patch of bright purple in the middle of a field along the side of the road. Curious, Blaine carefully made a right-hand turn onto a dirt road to investigate. He quietly lowered his window and inspected the path ahead of him.

It was field full of breathtaking purple wildflowers, with a wall of lilac bushes, hidden behind a line of beautiful trees – making the field’s contents barely visible to the road beside it.

Blaine smiled goofily as he inched his car to a stop on the dirt rode and turned the car off. He gingerly lowered the window on Kurt’s side of the car, hoping the aroma would wake him. Kurt barely stirred, so Blaine slowly abandoned the driver’s seat and made a beeline for the trunk; hoping that his blanket would still be there from a late night lacrosse game he went to the week before.

Sure enough, it was rolled up in the back and Blaine grabbed it – goofy smile still in tact – as he cautiously closed the trunk and crept past Kurt’s open window into the field.

With each step, Blaine’s shoes made a slight crunch under the gravel until his soles encountered the soft grass and the purple haze of flowers. I see why Kurt would find this so romantic, Blaine thought as he spread out the blanket, trying not to crush too many of the flowers. He was lucky the flowers will still blooming with the chill of autumn on the horizon, but Blaine took this as a sign that wonderful things were to come for he and Kurt.

As Blaine turned back toward the car, he smiled when he noticed that Kurt still hadn’t budged. Kurt’s head was slumped slightly over his left shoulder with his knees delicately gathered and tilted toward the center of the car. Blaine soaked in the vision of his lover in his sleepy state as he opened the door, unbuckled Kurt’s seatbelt and gently sat next to him on the space that the seat allotted. 

Scooting in closer, Blaine used his hand to bring Kurt’s face upright and pulled his face towards his own for a tender kiss. With this closeness, Kurt quickly awoke; slightly confused, but easing quickly once he tasted his boyfriend on his lips.

“What’s going on? Why are we stopped?” Kurt asked between soft kisses.

“I found something I think you’ll love,” Blaine exhaled as he went in for a lingering kiss, his lips moist with Kurt’s taste on his mouth.

Blaine pulled away and Kurt slowly inspected his surroundings while he lightly sniffed the air. Then, he glanced outside the window, clearly emotional at the sight of the nearby field. “Blaine… how did you…?” he asked as Blaine intertwined his fingers with Kurt’s and pulled them both from the car.

“It was pure luck, but there was something that I wanted to check off your bucket list,” he said with a coy smile, edging him toward the blanket he had laid out. “I realize I may not be Taylor Lautner, but I hope you won’t mind this substitution,” Blaine said as he sat down on the blanket.

Kurt’s gaping mouth held a smile as he eased onto the blanket and looked around him at all of the purple flowers. “I feel like I’m in the middle of an Estee Lauder commercial,” Kurt said.

Blaine laughed, “You’d certainly feel right at home if it was.”

When Kurt had sufficiently taken in his surroundings, he looked lovingly at Blaine; their fingers still intertwined. “I… just…” he said, obviously fighting back tears. “Our last time together was such a wreck,” Kurt sniffled. “I know we both want this to last forever and it’s moments like this that tell me it really will.”

Blaine smiled back, “I’ve never been more in love with you than I am right now.”

Blaine began to lie down on his side, always ensuring that he could see Kurt and keeping their fingers locked as tightly as Fort Knox. Once he lay down while using his arm to support the weight of his neck and kicked off his shoes, he nodded at Kurt; suggesting that he join him. Kurt obliged as he removed his boots, gazing into Blaine’s eyes as he inched closer to the ground on the softness of the blanket.

Kurt pulled Blaine’s hand to his heart. As Blaine felt the warmness of his chest, he could also feel the palpitations of Kurt’s heart – beating quickly. “Can you feel that?” Kurt asked, his eyes tracing every curve of Blaine’s face as he smiled at him. “My heart does this every time I see you, think about you, and talk to you. And especially when… well, you know.”