He slowly creaked his eyes open and realized he felt cold. As he looked around the guest room, Blaine realized that the reason for his chill was the fact that Kurt wasn't snuggled against his back. The light had barely crept through the blinds, but Blaine could tell it was definitely too early for him to be awake on a Sunday. Glancing over at the clock, his suspicions were confirmed.

8:03 A.M.

He grunted as he rolled back over shutting his eyes tightly. After five minutes, he realized that it was pointless to try to keep sleeping since he was curious where Kurt had gone and was eager to see his boyfriend's face as often as possible before he went back to New York.

He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth – he didn't want to Kurt to experience his morning breath – only to be encountered with a note on the mirror.

I left you some breakfast in the microwave. I have to do something this morning, but I'll be back before you know it.

X, Kurt

Reading the note as his toothbrush danced across his teeth, Blaine looked confused. What could Kurt possibly have to do this morning? He had already seen his dad and Carole; errands wouldn't be necessary since he didn't live there anymore… he was deep in thought when he realized the toothpaste had started oozing out of his mouth and had formed a puddle on his shirt. He spit out the rest of the toothpaste and soon settled in front of his closet trying to figure out what to wear. After deciding on a pair of cuffed red chinos, a black v-neck sweater and a pair of black loafers, he headed downstairs letting the rumble in his stomach lead him to the microwave where he hoped to find his breakfast.

Popping the microwave open, he was encountered with a plate full of his favorite pancakes that had been specially topped with a smiley face made out of banana slices and two strips of bacon. This made Blaine chuckle; when he was a kid, his mom used to prepare his breakfast that way on the first day of school each year. It was a tradition that had been forgotten once Blaine had entered middle school, but he was thankful in that moment that he'd explained to Kurt how much he loved those special breakfast smiley faces.

Plopping down at the table, he found a bottle of syrup and place settings already waiting for him along with a small folded up card where the plate would normally be placed. Putting his plate down, he opened the note and read.

I hope the smile on your pancakes is as large as the smile on your face.

X, Kurt

If he wasn't beaming before, he was now. After getting a few bites into his breakfast, he realized his cheeks had started hurting from smiling so hard as he ate. Kurt is such a sweetheart, he thought to himself as he shoveled a syrup-soaked bite into his mouth.

As he was putting his dishes in the dishwasher, he heard the front door open and Kurt's voice filled the front foyer.

"Blaine!' he shouted.

Blaine peeked out from behind the wall to see Kurt staring expectantly up the stairs, thinking Blaine was still fast asleep in the guest room. Just as Kurt was about to ascend the staircase, Blaine called out, "I'm right here," as he reached out for Kurt's hand.

"Thank you for my amazing breakfast," he said, placing a kiss on Kurt's cheek.

"Of course. I'm glad I could get your morning off to a good start," Kurt said. Blaine leaned in for a second kiss before Kurt stopped him. "But if you lay another syrupy kiss on my face, you will not hear the end of it. That can't be good for my skin to have sugar slathered all over it," he said, lightly pushing Blaine's chest away from him.

Blaine chuckled and turned Kurt's face and smacked his lips against Kurt's. Pushing back, Kurt licked his lips, tasting the syrup that Blaine had transplanted onto his lips. Kurt looked at him as if to say "seriously?" and Blaine laughed even harder.

"I didn't think you'd mind my cleaning methods," he said with a wink.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm glad you're done with breakfast and ready to go. I have a lot planned for our last full day together," he said with a smile. Blaine looked a little sad, but Kurt nudged his chin to meet his gaze. "I know it sucks that I'm leaving tomorrow. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy today, right?"

Blaine sighed. These goodbyes were never easy. He just couldn't wait until he and Kurt were in the same place and at least living in the same city. He quickly returned to his previously giddy state and looked expectantly at Kurt. "So, what are we going to do today?"

Kurt didn't say anything as he tugged Blaine's hand and led them out to his car out front.

"This blindfold seems completely unnecessary," Blaine said as he adjusted the sleep mask's elastic behind his ears. As soon as he approached the car, Kurt had given him his sleep mask and forbade him from removing it until Kurt said so. He was suspicious, but was put at ease as soon as he put it on and realized it was soaked in Kurt's scent. That part he certainly didn't mind.

"Well, I can't wear it. It's pretty dangerous to drive with a blindfold on," Kurt said, laughing.

Blaine crossed his arms and pouted from the passenger seat. It was all a rouse since he loved surprises, but he certainly couldn't let Kurt win this 'argument.'

"Oh, Blaine. Don't be like that. I can practically sense those pouty eyes of yours behind that mask. You'll be fine. Just trust me."

Blaine exaggerated as he sighed. "I suppose I trust you…"

They sat in comfortable silence during their drive until the car stopped and Blaine heard the familiar click of the car shifting into park.

"We're here!" Kurt exclaimed. Blaine reached to remove the sleep mask but soon felt Kurt's light touch on his hand. "No sir. I said we were here, I didn't say you could take off the mask."

Blaine sat there, feeling a little helpless but full of anticipation. "Well you'll need to escort me out of this car. Unless part of this day means you taking me to the ER with a concussion from running into something."

Blaine heard the door slam and Kurt's laugh as he slowly rounded the car and opened Blaine's door. Blaine reached out blindly, encountering Kurt's fingers as he pulled himself up from the car.

"Do you have any idea where we are?" Kurt asked.

Blaine could figure out where they were for the first few minutes of their journey since he had memorized the drive out of their neighborhood years ago. But after a few more minutes, he started to become confused and lost track of where they were. It was as if Kurt was trying to throw him off on purpose.

"I can say with confidence that I have no idea where we are," Blaine confirmed.

Blaine felt a gust of wind at his back and the light smell of something he couldn't quite place. He could hear the rustle of something moving in the distance and the low hum of voices nearby. As he took each step, the softness that encountered his sole was obviously not a sidewalk or parking lot and the crunch he heard sounded like dried out grass. His hand was still clutching Kurt's but he soon moved his other hand forward, hoping to encounter something that could help him place where he was.

He heard Kurt laughing. "That's not going to help out here," he said. Blaine's face distorted to convey his confusion as he rested his hand at his side. "Don't worry, only a few more feet," Kurt said as he guided Blaine further.

They stopped walking a few feet later. Kurt dropped Blaine's hand and moved to somewhere Blaine couldn't sense. He felt oddly alone standing in the middle of God-knows-where with a blindfold on. He heard the faint sound of a camera click in front of him and he instantly stiffened.

Dear God, where are we?, he thought to himself. And why is there a camera here?

"Okay, you can open your eyes!" he heard Kurt exclaim a few feet in front of him. Blaine hesitantly lifted the blindfold from his eyes; still keeping his eyes closed, as he was leery of what he would encounter.

As he lightly nudged his eyes open, he saw the flash of a camera and the click of the shutter. He stood there in awe.

"Kurt!"