The rest of the day seemed to drag on. He was taking AP classes in order to get a head start and cut out some of the basic college classes his freshman year, but those classes were always so boring. Teachers seemed to talk at them rather than encourage any kind of dialogue and reading a practically ancient textbook could only make learning so interesting.

Blaine doodled in the corner of his European History notebook between his frequent peeks at the clock. Today's masterpieces involved lots of hearts and K+B. His doodles tended to match his emotions and today it was clear that his main emotion was that he missed Kurt.

"Mr. Anderson, can you please elaborate on the importance of the Magna Carta and its impact on the current monarchy process?"

Blaine was jolted from his doodles and thoughts of his boyfriend as he quickly rambled off facts about the document's significance. Thankfully with a lot of free time on his hands since Kurt was so busy, he actually managed to fully complete his readings for class along with applying for colleges and extra practices for Glee and the musical.

Part of what contributed to his lack of excitement was that he was still feeling lonely. The one thing that had caused him and Kurt to suffer a temporary break-up was coming back with a vengeance and he was afraid they'd go down that path again next week. He didn't want to force it out of Kurt to spend time with him or talk to him, but that sense of loneliness just hadn't gone away and he could only push it out for so long.

He hoped that Kurt's return next week wouldn't bring the same disaster as his trip to New York, but he knew that he and Kurt would have to discuss it at some point. Again.

Thankfully the bell rang and Blaine was saved from his thoughts of the heart-to-heart he'd have to have with Kurt when he was there next week. He didn't want to think about anything while he was in glee club. He wanted to focus on this week's assignment – love songs – and pour his energy into his singing.

He walked into the choir room and was the last to arrive. All of the extra chairs had been cleared out except for the 12 that the glee club would have to sit in, and the only available one was in the center of the front row between Sam and Tina. After taking his seat, Mr. Schue walked in and took his place on the stool next to the piano.

"Alright guys, it's Friday! We'll try to keep today's meeting short since I know we all have better things to do on a Friday afternoon and I know it's someone's birthday tomorrow…"

Sam nudged Blaine as he blushed profusely at the attention being given.

"…So in honor of Blaine's special day, a few of New Directions wanted to give you their gift now while still adhering to this week's assignment of love songs," Mr Schue said as he fidgeted with his phone for a moment before placing it on the piano.

"Guys, you really didn't have to..." Blaine said as he watched Sam and Brittany move to the front of the room.

"Trust us, Blaine. We had to," Brittany said with a smile.

We had to?

He watched as Sam and Brittany stood on opposite sides of the choir room with a large distance between them. The two friends grinned at each other, seemingly sharing a secret between them as the piano started behind them.

They slowly started do-wopping, swaying back and forth as the piano tinkled out a familiar melody, though Blaine wasn't familiar with a version involving two singers. As the music hit the part where the main character chimed in, he heard a voice pick up the melody, but was surprised when it wasn't coming from Sam or Brittany.

Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger,
you may see a stranger
Across a crowded room
And somehow you know,
You know even then
That somewhere you'll see him
Again and again.

Oh my god. That voice. Blaine looked around, Brittany and Sam grinning and still swaying along with the music. What is going on? He knew Kurt's voice was the one who was perfectly mastering the classic from South Pacific, but his physical presence was no where to be seen. Then he saw the speakers in front of him and realized he was right that Kurt wasn't there, he was somewhere else. But where?

Sam smiled at him knowingly, realizing that Blaine had finally figured out part of the plan. He nodded toward the door, trying to nudge Blaine in the right direction. Blaine rose skeptically, understanding the gesture from his friend but uncertain of where it would lead him. The only thing that kept him moving was that if it somehow ended with Kurt involved, he wouldn't regret it.

He walked further toward the door and he felt all the eyes from the choir room following him. As he neared the doorway, he turned around to see twelve pairs of eyes on him – looking at him expectantly, smiles crossing each of their faces. He grinned back, confused but happy, not fully understanding what was going on but Kurt being involved with whatever it was made him exceedingly happy.

Some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughin',
You may hear him laughin'
Across a crowded room
And night after night,
As strange as it seems
The sound of him laughter
Will sing in your dreams.

He looked into the hall and saw a trail of flowers leading down the hallway with more speakers lining the hall. Now that he had left the choir room, the noise of the piano and Brittany and Sam's accompaniment had faded and all he could hear was Kurt.

How did I not notice these speakers in the hallway before? He thought to himself as he picked up a white rose off the ground.

Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons,
Wise men never try.

Blaine hurried to keep picking up flowers as he continued down the hallway. As he turned the corner, he saw his friends from New Directions slowly making their way out into the hallway to see what was going on, but their heads popped back into the choir room once Blaine looked in their direction.

At this point, Blaine was practically vibrating with anticipation. He had collected quite a few roses – too many to try to count during this time where he was in awe of whatever was going on. He grabbed another rose off the ground in front of one of the side hallways of the school. As he picked it up, he realized there weren't any more on the ground in front of him. He was confused, no more roses and the only thing in front of him was a side door leading to the outside of the school.

He wasn't confused for long. At that moment, as if on cue, the side door clicked open.

Some enchanted evening
When you find your true love,
When you feel him call you
Across a crowded room,
Then fly to his side,
And make him your own
Or all through your life you
May dream all alone.

Kurt.

It was Kurt. Singing in front of him. The smile that had been on his face somehow managed to appear brighter as happy tears trickled from his eyes. Kurt was beaming back; seemingly glad to see that his plan had worked. He was walking through the door toward Blaine with a single red rose in his hand, extended out to him. Blaine took the flower and added it to the rest of his collection, eyes still turned to his boyfriend.

Once you have found him,
Never let him go.
Once you have found him,
Never let him go!

Before Kurt could finish the final note, Blaine had lunged forward and hugged him with a fervor and strength he didn't realize he was capable of. He could feel Kurt grinning into his shoulder as Blaine pressed his chin into Kurt's neck.

"I can't believe you're here," Blaine breathed, placing a light kiss on Kurt's neck. He pulled away for a better kiss, straight on the lips, and the sparks that flew from that kiss were nearly as wonderful and mind numbing as their first. God, this will never get old, he thought to himself as he inhaled Kurt's scent as his lips pressed against his boyfriend's.

"Well, you serenaded me all those times, I figured it was about time I return the favor," Kurt said as he pulled away from Blaine. "And although I had to take some creative license with the song, I hope you'll think that I did a fair job at serenading you."

Now that his mind had settled on the fact that Kurt was standing in front of him, he could finally gaze and appreciate his boyfriend's presence – which meant seeing him in a white button up, black tuxedo vest, tight yellow jeans and black boots, capped off with a black peacoat and white scarf. He looked perfect, as usual. "I… I, wait, you aren't supposed to be in Lima until next week."

"As if I'd miss your birthday, Blaine."

"But you said that we'd just celebrate when you were here for Thanksgiving."

Kurt smiled, taking Blaine's hand into his own. "I know what I said, and that originally was the plan. But I wanted to be here just for you, not for the holiday." He took a moment as Blaine continued to smile, unable to take the grin off his face.

"So… does that mean you're staying with us?" Blaine asked, hoping the answer was yes so he could take his boyfriend back to his place and…

"Unfortunately not. I could only work so much magic for this week. Dad insisted I stay with him and Carole since they miss me or something," he said, chuckling.

Blaine's smile diminished slightly, hoping that he'd be able to spend the night with his boyfriend in bed next to him.

Kurt quickly interjected his thoughts, apparently able to read his mind. "Don't worry Blaine. We'll have plenty of time together. And who knows, maybe I'll get to spend at least one night with you while I'm here," he added with a wink.

He grinned. Oh, Kurt. The things you do to me. He reached out to try to grab Kurt's hand, but realized that his hands were full of flowers. He had been so overwhelmed; he didn't even realize he was still holding them (well, most of them, since he had dropped a few when he hugged Kurt).

"So, why the flowers?"

"Well, one, you know how I love flowers. And I figured you should get some from time to time too just so you can see how sweet it is when I get them from you. And please note, I got you 18 flowers. 18 white roses, to be specific, one for each year you've been alive."

"But this one is red," Blaine said as he pulled the red one from the bunch.

"You are quite the observer!" Kurt said in a slightly mocking tone. "Yes, this one flower is to represent the future – your 19th year and beyond. It's red because I wanted it to symbolize the love, dreams, and passion that are in your future. And how I want to be a part of that."

Blaine sighed. "How do you always know what to say to make me feel so amazingly happy?"

He shrugged. "It's a gift."

"Well, thank you for your gift. But I have one last question. Why did you choose this spot to sing to me from? It's kind of a weird choice."

Kurt looked at him, a little perplexed. "Don't you recognize where we are?"

Blaine looked around. A trophy case, nearby stairwell… it didn't seem like anything special. "Uh, no?"

Kurt's gaze shifted toward the ground and a slight blush rose to his cheeks. "It – uh – is where you gave me that promise ring last Christmas."

Blaine's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Of course Kurt, being so incredibly sweet with an amazing memory had remembered and tried to incorporate it into this moment. "Oh god, I can't believe I didn't realize… I was just so nervous when I gave it to you; I didn't even think about where we ended up. Please don't think I had forgotten that I gave you that ring and that the promises I said..."

Kurt shook his head and waved his hand dismissively. "It's totally fine. It was just the best place I could think of. Especially since I have some promises for you, too."

He arched his eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And what would those be?"

He grabbed the roses from Blaine's hand and set them on the ground before taking both of Blaine's hands into his own. He looked into Blaine's eyes and sighed slightly, as if he had been preparing this for a while.

"I promise, Blaine Anderson, to never make you feel lonely. I promise to talk to you every day and tell you how much I care. I promise to bake you a cake on your birthday every year. And I promise to love you more each day than I loved you the day before," he said, voice filled with emotion.

Blaine dropped the rest of the flowers on the ground and took both arms and hugged Kurt tightly. Kurt met his embrace with a tight squeeze. "I-I just love you so much, Blaine."

Blaine grinned into his boyfriend's shoulder as a tear grazed his cheek. "I know. I love you too. More than you know."