Blaine knew he was cutting it close on time, but was confident he would make it back and be able to set up before Kurt arrived. He made it back to his room without spilling a single drop of water from the vase and placed the flowers on his desk, angling them towards the door. The desert went in his mini fridge and the petals he neatly scattered around the floor and on the surface around the vase. He looked around his room. Something's missing. He looked through his closet and grabbed a hot pink scarf. He draped it over his lamp, which subsequently not only dimmed the lit in the room, but turned the lighting pinkish. He grinned in satisfaction. He looked around again. "I deserve a medal." He had just turned on another playlist on his Ipod, this time it was one with a soft undertone feel to it, when he heard a knock on the door. "Yeah?"

"It's me." Blaine jumped to the door when he heard the sweet sound of Kurt's voice. He opened the door, trying to seem cool and calm, but he was excited and very happy.

"Sorry, I thought you were one of the guys. How'd you get in? The outside door is locked."

"Some guy was standing out there smoking. He let me in."

"Oh." Blaine leaned into Kurt and held him close, not patient enough to wait for him to come in yet.

"What's all this?" Kurt asked, seeing past him.

"Ahhh," he smiled and led him in by his hand. "I wanted to do something different. Last minute idea really."

Kurt marveled at the romantic tone Blaine had set in such a short time. Blaine watched him closely to gage his reaction. Then Kurt saw the roses on the desk.

"Oh my." He went over and smelled them as he looked them over.

"For you," Blaine said simply. As proud as he was of his accomplishment, he had never done this before for anyone and was very nervous to see if this was Kurt's thing. To Blaine, Kurt looked scared.

Kurt did another once over of the room with his eyes wide and began breathing heavily. He felt lightheaded.

"Is something wrong?" Blaine asked. Kurt blinked a couple times and shook his head in quick, short movements. Blaine didn't miss the fact that Kurt wasn't smiling. He actually looked like he was hyperventilating. Blaine moved behind Kurt, wrapped his arms around his waist, and rested his chin on Kurt's right shoulder. "Is it too much?" he asked as his confidence depleting rapidly.

Kurt spun around, leaving Blaine to drop his arms. He searched Blaine's eyes, not knowing what he was looking for. For lack of finding words, he kissed Blaine without warning, parting his lips and tasting his boyfriend's tongue. "It's wonderful," he said, finally smiling.

Blaine huffed. He hadn't realized that he was holding his breath. Suddenly, without thinking, he grabbed Kurt and crashed his lips against Kurt's. He ran his hands all over; Kurt's shoulders, his back, his neck, his hips and waist; Blaine's fingers clenched as he grasped feverishly. Their mouths parted. Blaine took the opportunity as an invitation to plunge his tongue in Kurt's mouth, massaging his boyfriend's tongue with his own and tasting Kurt's saliva.

Kurt's arms seemed to be pinned to his chest with Blaine pressed so closely. He pulled away slightly and stared into Blaine's eyes, once again not knowing what he what he was looking for. Blaine's eyes bored back at him, big and full of energy. Both boys breathed heavily. Kurt could feel Blaine's hot breath on his face.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while now." Blaine chuckled lightly and brought his hand up to cup Kurt's face. He brushed Kurt's lips with his thumb and replaced his thumb with his mouth, gently capturing the soft pillows that were Kurt's lips. "I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked.

"No," Kurt enthused. "On the contrary. It was thrilling."

"Good." Blaine wrapped his arms around the waist of the slender dream in front of him. "I've missed you so much, Kurt."

Kurt rested his chin on Blaine's shoulder. "I've missed you too."

"Did we take for granted the time we had when we saw each other everyday?"

"I don't know. I know I didn't. I reveled each moment I was in the same room with you."

The two disentangled one another and to Kurt's surprise, Blaine's eyes were puffy and watery. "What's the matter?" Kurt asked.

"I just- I was oblivious to what I had when I had it. It's only when I was losing you that I truly paid attention."

"Lose me? You never lost me, Blaine. My location changed, but I never went away. It's always been you since I first saw you." Kurt cradled his face.

"I know. I know," he said with his eyes closed. He sighed and gazed up at his porcelain doll through his eyelashes, looking like a sad puppy. "I hate saying goodbye to you."

Kurt puckered his lower lip and embraced the love of his life. "Well how about we worry about goodbye at the end of the night? I don't want to spend the short time I have with you tonight talking about how much we wished we had more time."

Blaine smiled sheepishly. "You're right," he said. "I won't mention it again for the rest of the evening… all two hours and thirty minutes of our evening."