“This is lovely.” Blaine murmured, looking up at the sun setting in the background, resting his body on the soft cashmere blanket Kurt laid on the ground.

“Isn’t it? I come out here sometimes when I need to just escape from the hectic rush of it all, England is beautiful.” Kurt smiled, turning his head to look at Blaine. He took a quiet intake of breath when he realized how stunning he looked. Blaine was at ease, looking up at the sky with a curious glare. His honey-glazed eyes shone in the evening light, radiating the pink sky in his pupils. They were slightly glassy as they scanned the sunset, squinting softly when Blaine hit the harsh totality of the sun.

Feeling the presence of being watched, Blaine turned his head and smiled back at Kurt. Blaine slowly maneuvered his hand next to Kurt’s, and grasped it gently in his own. Blaine’s darker skin-tone made the feeling slightly different, but not strangely.

At the touch, Kurt intertwined their fingers immediately and glanced down at how well they fit together. Kurt started to hum, the sight suddenly bringing back a familiar song to his mind.

“Sing for me?” Blaine questioned with a hopeful smile, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of Kurt’s hand.

“I can’t sing very well, but I guess…” Kurt said, leaning his head back against the pillow that was resting behind him. He cleared his throat once, then opened his mouth to start singing. Kurt tried to imagine the instrumental piano music playing around him, closing his eyes to focus on remembering the lyrics.

“The stars lean down to kiss you,
And I lie awake and miss you.
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere,”

Kurt inhaled again, opening his eyes once or twice to stare at the sky above him, hoping not to receive judgmental glares from Blaine because of his high pitched voice. Kurt always knew he had a talent with his voice, but some men didn’t appreciate it as well as others.

“'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly.
But I'll miss your arms around me…
I'd send a postcard to you dear,
'Cause I wish you were here.”

Blaine softly gripped Kurt’s hand tighter, as if to say “I am here.” Kurt smiled up at the sky, and he could feel Blaine shift beside him. Blaine turned his body towards Kurt, propping his head up with is free hand.

“I'll watch the night turn light blue,
But it's not the same without you.
Because it takes two to whisper quietly..
The silence isn't so bad,
Till I look at my hands and feel sad.
'Cause the spaces between my fingers,
Are right where yours fit perfectly.”

Blaine and Kurt both glanced down at their combining hands, mesmerizing in the fact that the sight looked perfect. Both gentlemen smiled, and their grip was tightened by a risky Blaine.

“I'll find repose in new ways,
Though I haven't slept in two days;
'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.
But drenched in vanilla twilight,
I'll sit on the front porch all night,
Waist-deep in thought because when I think of you…
I don't feel so alone.

I don't feel so alone.
I don't feel so alone.

As many times as I blink,
I'll think of you tonight.
I'll think of you tonight…

When violet eyes get brighter,
And heavy wings grow lighter,
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again.
And I'll forget the world that I knew,
But I swear I won't forget you.
Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past.
I'd whisper in your ear:
Oh darling I wish you were here…”

Kurt sighed loudly, turning his head to look at Blaine again. Blaine had this ominous smile engraved into his face as his eyes twinkled brightly.

“You have a beautiful voice…” Blaine whispered, as he scooted closer to Kurt’s figure on the blanket.

“Thank you,” Kurt commented, getting lost in the closeness of their bodies. “But not as good as yours, Mr. Dalton Warbler.” Kurt smiled as the mention of the name brought back comforting memories to Blaine.

Blaine raised his eyebrows at the name, “Stalker.” He accused, teasing Kurt with a smile.

“Am not!” Kurt laughed, trying to escape off the blanket.

“What are you doing?” Blaine questioned as he too giggled while Kurt began rolling down the grassy hill.

“Catch me if you can!” Kurt shouted, his body moving rapidly down the grass.

“If you insist!” Blaine shouted, following Kurt as he turned his body and began to roll. The trip down was slightly rough, scattered with rocks and the occasional lift off from the ground, and when he tried to stand back up he fell back to the Earth in confusion.

And he didn’t just fall on the scratchy grass, oh no. He fell on the incredibly soft and comfortable body of Kurt Hummel.

Dazed from the excitement of it all, Kurt gazed up at him with shiny eyes. Blaine smiled, and instead of apologizing for the intrusion, he leaned his head down.  Blaine positioned their faces perfectly; lips aligned and ready to engage. His lush, gentle lips grazed Kurt’s delicate ones just barely, before Kurt moved away abruptly.

“Again, Kurt?” Blaine exasperated, falling down onto the ground again, immediately missing the warmth of Kurt’s body.

“I’m s-sorry, I’ve just. I,” Kurt started, panic arising in his face.

“Do you not like me..?” Blaine interrupted, his eyes squinting in the pain of it. “Because the flirting definitely screamed otherwise.”

“No, it’s not tha-,” Kurt inhaled deeply, forcing his eyes to meet with Blaine’s. “I do like you. Probably more than I should, but it’s not that at all.”

“Then what is it, Kurt?” Blaine moved over toward him, grabbing both of his hands carefully.

Kurt closed his eyes, too afraid to admit it out loud. “It’s nothing,” Kurt said, biting his lip to prevent him from blurting it to Blaine.

“Please just tell me? I won’t judge you, or start laughing like a jerk. I care about you, Kurt. There’s something about you, God, there’s a lot about you I adore. And I really would just like for you to let me in.” Blaine whispered, grabbing Kurt’s hands tighter and rubbing his palms smoothly for support.

“I’m a virgin.” Kurt said quickly, opening his eyes to view Blaine’s reaction. Blaine barely looked different, just sort of a curious look on his face. “I’ve had like, one boyfriend… but it was before I became famous. I’m not really too familiar with the kissing and all of that. I don’t want to let you down. I’m afraid to even engage in relationships because I’m worried the press and my busy schedule might scare them off. And to be honest, I’m not even sure how to go about finding someone for me. I’ve kind of set in on the fact that I will be alone forever, that I’m one of the only people on the planet without a soulmate. And I learned that the hard way, and I managed to live with that. And then you, all handsome and instant butterflies and sparks, just float on in here and make me look back on everything I believe in.” Kurt motioned with his hands, freeing them from Blaine’s and flailing them around in front of Blaine’s body to show his frustration. “And I’ve idolized you for a long time, Blaine. I have been dying for a while just to meet you in person. And now that I’ve gotten this chance I don’t want to fall for you just because you’re famous.”

Blaine opened his mouth slightly, looking absolutely adorable and Kurt could not control his body. All too quickly, Kurt’s mouth was attached to Blaine’s in a tangle of lips, tongue and teeth. The sparks that formulated in Kurt’s lips shot down to his spine, causing a rush of adrenaline to sweep through him.

After a few seconds, Blaine pulled back slowly, his eyes still sealed shut. Blaine was feeling the exact same thing, the chemistry was swirling around the meadow they were now seated in.

Blaine gripped Kurt’s cheeks softly with his hands, fitting perfectly against his skin. He looked Kurt in the eyes, and smiled widely. “Just go on a date with me. Just one?” Blaine questioned, kissing Kurt’s porcelain yet slightly freckled nose gently.

“I thought this was a date.” Kurt smiled, giggling a little as he bit his bottom lip in the cutest fashion.

“Oh, no. Kurt Hummel you have yet to see how Blaine Anderson dates. It’s quite extraordinary. You should consider yourself just lucky to be able to experience it.” Blaine said, standing up and walking back up the hill hand in hand with Kurt.

“Mmmmm,” Kurt hummed, skipping happily up the hill as a slight wind picked up. “Can’t wait.” Kurt looked over and smiled at Blaine.

“Sooo…Friday then? I’ll pick you up.” Blaine said, pausing midway up the hill.

“Sounds like a plan.” Kurt smiled, stopping next to Blaine. “What are we doing?” He questioned, looking curiously at the statue-still boy beside him.

Randomly, Blaine cracked into the widest grin Kurt had ever seen. He walked behind Kurt, and picked him up by the waist, swooping him into his arms. “To the Kurt Hummel express!” Blaine announced, running up the hill quickly.

“Oh my god, you’re going to drop me!” Kurt screeched, flailing as much as he could in Blaine’s strong grasp.

“Only if you keep squirming!” Blaine shouted back, dropping Kurt on the front hood of his car.

“Your carriage, handsome sir.” Blaine smiled, walking around to open the driver door for Kurt.

“I thought this wasn’t a date?” Kurt raised an eyebrow before hopping into his seat.

“It isn’t. That was just me being dapper Blaine.” Blaine smiled, turning the radio up loudly as Kurt backed out of the deserted parking lot.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Kurt deadpanned, glancing at the road in an irritated fashion.

Blaine was too caught up in the music to notice, so he simply just gave him a questioning look.

“We’re locked in the park.” Kurt said, sighing loudly.

“How the hell can we be locked in a park…?” Blaine questioned, glancing around curiously.

“I don’t know, Blaine, why don’t you ask the giant metal gate 5 feet in front of the car.”

“Hey, hey. Calm down, it’s not my fault you wanted to roll down the hill.” Blaine cracked a smile, Kurt laughing lightly too.

“I’m sure there’s another way out.” Kurt said as reversed, driving down the road in the opposite direction.

“It’s only like, 7. Nobody closes a park at seven. There are dogs out there that need to be walked at seven, Kurt.” Blaine chuckled, turning the radio off completely to focus on finding an exit.

“You know what, let me just call my manager and see if she can help us out.” Kurt figured, grabbing his iPhone.

“I don’t think that’ll work too well.”

“Why?”

“No cell service.” Blaine frowned, showing Kurt his phone screen.

“This is ridiculous. We’re in a closed park in the middle of London. Oh my god, is this illegal?” Kurt slammed on the brakes, causing Blaine to lurch forward into the glove compartment box.

“Hey, if the cops come, at least we’ll be able to get out.” Blaine offered cheerily, earning a gruff “Ha,HA!” in the best sarcastic tone Kurt could manage.