Blaine instinctively snuggled closer to his boyfriend’s (God, he loved that title) body when the wind had begun to pick up – but only slightly. "Look Kurt, it’s the Big Dipper!" He pointed a finger at a plethora of constellations set perfectly atop their heads. The night sky was a wonderful sight, although having his boyfriend so close to him made it all the more perfect.

"Blaine, it’s just a bunch of damn constellations," Kurt grumbled quietly. He loved Blaine to no end – really, he did – but this was just crazy. Either Blaine had a really vivid imagination or Kurt had horrible eye sight because the stars that were scattered throughout the sky definitely did not take the shape of Big Dipper. They reminded Kurt of Finn’s room (due to the fact that all of Finn’s clothing were scattered aimlessly around his room) and that was not a romantic thought.

"Kurt, you just have to look closely and then you will be able to figure out why it’s so amazing to look at," Blaine persisted before reaching forward to interlace their fingers together, "It’s like looking into the clouds – they can make a bunch of pictures."

Kurt rubbed his thumb against the back of Blaine’s hand. "Honey – clouds are whole, which makes it easier for my imagination to work. Stars are just messy," he turned away from the sky to face Blaine, who looked to be eagerly studying the sky, "This is nice, though. I can’t believe we finally have time together. One can only take so many complaints from Tigger and Pooh." Of course he had been referring to their council members, Wes and David. It awed Kurt to no end how quickly the two of them could switch personalities between personal and study life.

Through all of what Kurt said, one thing struck Blaine the most. "You called me honey," he gave a foolish grin before placing his attention towards his boyfriend. It shouldn’t have made him this happy, but he couldn’t help but feel as if all of his internal organs were floating inside his body. "I should probably give you a nickname, too. How about ..." he bit his tongue while he began to think carefully, "Poppet?"

Kurt hid his smile and bit back a retort because seriously, his boyfriend was the most adorable creature ever to walk the planet Earth. "We’ll work on that later, Blaine. For now, we can just ..." he let his voice trail off suggestively before getting up to sit on his knees. He looked at Blaine expectantly.

The younger boy wagged his eyebrows before grabbing Kurt by the ends of his Alexander McQueen jacket. His forehead rested on Kurt’s before he whispered, "You are the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes on." The words had given him what he had been aiming for – Kurt’s lips. God, he always wondered how Kurt had always managed to keep his lips so damn smooth all the time. Whatever he did, Blaine hoped he would keep it up because kissing Kurt was one of his favorite activities to do.

"FIRE!!"

Blaine and Kurt were both startled by the sudden shout and then an instant pain on their backs. The shout was quickly followed by a fit of giggles and then a "RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, NICK!" The warning had only given away who exactly had interrupted their date. If Wes and David were Tigger and Pooh, then Jeff Sterling and Nick Duval were most definitely the Bugs and Daffy of Dalton Academy.

It took Kurt a moment before he realized the back of his (very, very) expensive Alexander McQueen jacket had red paint splattered on it, creating such a huge stain that made Kurt almost want to tear up. "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!" He looked at Blaine with menacing eyes before squeezing his hand, "Excuse me for a minute, love." Kurt stood up before sprinting away to the direction of where the other two boys had run to.

Slightly fazed by being called 'love', Blaine calmly watched Kurt (gracefully?) sprint after Jeff and Nick. After a while, he took off his jacket and saw a blue splash of paint and inwardly regretted giving them both matching paintball guns for Christmas (but Kurt didn’t need to know that). Instead of running after his loved one, he folded his jacket, set it to the side, and leaned back to count the stars.