Hearing something like that at McKinley would've resulted in the entire class groaning. But not at Dalton. No, Dalton was full of Well Behaved Young Men who took their schoolwork seriously and certainly did not disrespect their teachers by doing something as uncouth as groaning.

Kurt's eyes flicked towards Adam, who was already looking back towards him and he lifted his head slightly in acknowledgement. Their outline had been approved, and now that all the stress from Regionals was over, Kurt had a lot more time to put towards the project. Unfortunately, that also meant he had to spend a lot more time with Adam.

The bell rang and Kurt started clearing off his desk, only looking up when he saw a pair of shiny shoes standing by his desk.

"Yes, Adam?"

Adam grinned. "That paper won't write itself, and it certainly won't get finished over lunch hours, so how about you come over this weekend and we can…work on it?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head as he stood up from his desk. "Unfortunately, I have plans this weekend. And we won't have to work on it at your house, Adam. We can stay after in the library on Mondays and Wednesdays."

"Oh, well." Adam leaned forward a tiny bit over the desk between them and tilted his head slightly to the side. "There are plenty of secluded desks in the library that we haven't taken advantage of yet."

"Hey Kurt, David said you might still be in here—am I interrupting something?"

Kurt backed up from Adam and shot a grateful look at Blaine. "No, Adam and I were just discussing our paper. We're done now, ready for lunch?"

Blaine smiled and Kurt walked over to where he was standing in the doorway without even a backwards glance at Adam. He hooked his arm through Blaine's and, for extra measure, leaned in and kissed him. Once they were a ways down the hallway and well out of Adam's earshot, Blaine raised an eyebrow and tugged on Kurt's arm.

"Everything okay with you two?"

"With who? Me and Adam? Yeah…why?" Kurt untangled his arm from Blaine's so they could get through the door of the dining hall.

Blaine shrugged and fell in line behind Kurt at the salad bar. "No reason, I guess. You two just looked awfully caught up when I walked in."

Kurt glanced behind him and tugged on the left cuff of his blazer with his right hand. "We were just…talking about when we were going to get together to work on our paper. Ten to fifteen pages by next month, not exciting at all."

Blaine groaned in sympathy. "That sounds miserable."

"Yeah, well, I don't want to think about it until Monday, so. Are you going to give me any hints as to what you have planned for this weekend, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt arched an eyebrow towards Blaine as he put together his salad.

Blaine preened and followed behind Kurt with an empty tray. "Only that you should have your overnight bag ready when I pick you up tomorrow, and wear a suit."

"A suit?" Kurt asked, and before he could get a straight answer, Blaine was twisting away from him and ducking into the burger line. He glared in that direction, only to receive a cheeky grin from Blaine in return.

"What on earth are you doing up there, bro?"

"Getting a different view on things. It's time to reorganize, and I need to decide where everything should go. In different places. Yes, I'm going to reorganize," Kurt nodded and slowly spun his desk chair around, careful not to bump his head against the ceiling.

Finn laughed and leaned against the doorframe. "What has you so nervous?"

Kurt stopped spinning his chair and settled against the backrest. "What makes you think I'm nervous?"

"Dude, really?" Finn asked and gestured up at Kurt. "This is like, an eight on the one to ten crazy Kurt scale."

Kurt scowled and lowered himself to the ground. "I'm not nervous… I'm just—"

Finn pushed off from the doorframe and walked over to Kurt. "Hey, seriously, what's up?"

Kurt sighed and stood up, leaning his head into Finn's chest. He closed his eyes when Finn's arms came around and enclosed him into a hug. "Okay so maybe I am nervous…about tonight," he said softly.

"I thought you and Blaine were good?"

"We are, it's just… tonight's going to be the first time we're going to be alone together since… well, for a while, and now that I know how to…" Kurt took a deep, shuddery breath.

"Hey," Finn said, rubbing his hand up and down Kurt's back. "Don't do anything you're not ready for, bro. Just enjoy yourself, have a good night out with Blaine, I know you've been sorta going crazy not being able to really spend time with him."

Kurt smiled. "Yeah, I just… we'll see where the night takes us? He hasn't given me hardly any hints as to what he has planned, he's being very sneaky."

Finn let his arms drop and took a step back. He grinned as he ruffled Kurt's hair. "And they say romance is dead? At least, that's what Rachel and Quinn always told me. Maybe he can give me a few pointers."

"Finn, you have to decide on one girl first, and then we'll talk about romance," Kurt said. He looked toward his closet and made the doors open. "Now apparently I need to wear a suit tonight, and get all my other stuff together before Blaine gets here."

Finn nodded and headed for the doorway. He stopped and took a deep breath when he reached the door. "Oh, and for the record? It's Rachel, I'm pretty sure it always has been."

Kurt smiled. "I know, Finn. I'm glad you finally figured it out."

Whatever Kurt was expecting from Blaine's extremely non-descriptive text of Be ready around 3! Xoxo it definitely wasn't this.

When Kurt opened the door and saw Blaine standing there, holding a single red rose, dressed in a gorgeous dark grey suit with his hair perfectly styled – his breath caught in his throat.

When he looked past Blaine and saw the stretch limo in the driveway, his jaw dropped.

"W-what?"

"Happy Valentine's day, baby," Blaine grinned. He leaned in and kissed Kurt, effectively breaking Kurt out of his momentary stupor. "Ready to go?"

"Blaine," Kurt said, still a little stunned. "That's…that's a limo!" He took the rose from Blaine and felt his stomach swoop and flip.

Blaine laughed and bent down to grab Kurt's bag. "Yes, yes it is. And it's going to be driving us to Columbus so we better get going."

"Wait, what? Columbus…Blaine, what are you talking about?"

Hitching Kurt's bag over his shoulder, Blaine reached up and cupped Kurt's face with both hands. "You look amazing, by the way," he said roughly. He cleared his throat and dropped his hands. "And I'll explain on the way. Should we say goodbye to your family?"

"Wha-? Oh, yeah," Kurt nodded. He pulled Blaine inside and closed the door, suddenly thankful for the absurdly random warm temperatures they were having. "Dad? Carole? I'm leaving!"

"Oh my," Carole said when she came down the stairs. "Don't you two look handsome! Let me go get my camera- I have to get a picture."

Kurt groaned and leaned his head against Blaine's shoulder. "Carole, that's not necessary."

Blaine laughed and set Kurt's bag back down on the floor. "It's fine, Kurt. We do look pretty good, if I say so myself."

Carole came back from the kitchen, camera in hand and Burt in tow. "Don't they look handsome, sweetie?"

Burt was wiping his hands off with a rag and nodded. "You two clean up well, mind telling me where you'll be tonight?"

"Well, Burt…it's still sort of a surprise, but I'm taking Kurt to Columbus, if that's okay with you. My driver has been with us for years, and he's—"

Burt held up his hand and smiled. "Kid, it's okay, calm down. I trust you two. Just call me when you get there, okay?"

Kurt sighed in relief and sent a grateful look in his dad's direction. "Thanks, dad."

Burt nodded in return and glanced up toward the stairs. "Finn! Come say goodbye to your brother. Your mother is fussin' and takin' pictures and everything."

Kurt groaned again and tucked his arm around Blaine's waist. "Can we get this over and done with? The limo is out there waiting."

"Dude, a limo, really?" Finn exclaimed as he came down the stairs. "Blaine, you have got to help me out with this whole date thing, you're all…awesome at it." He looked up and down at Kurt and Blaine and nodded. "Yeah, totally. Rachel would flip if I showed up dressed like that."

Blaine laughed and kissed Kurt's cheek. "Just be yourself, Finn. That's the best advice I can give. Now, how about those pictures? We do sort of have a bit of a drive …"

"Oh, of course!" Carole said. She turned her camera on and started focusing it on Kurt and Blaine. "Say Valentine's Day!"

Kurt couldn't hold back his excitement when they crawled in the limo. It was huge. And amazing inside. "Blaine…this is—wow." His eyes wouldn't stop moving, looking around at everything. The seats, the lights, the… was that a fridge?

Blaine smiled and leaned toward the front. "Okay, we're ready Charles."

Charles nodded. "Let me know if you need anything, Mr. Anderson."

"It's Bla-nevermind," Blaine said, shaking his head. He hit the button for the privacy screen and turned back toward Kurt. "So, I take it this is your first time in a limo?"

Kurt looked around and nodded. "Yes, how'd you guess? I didn't realize you had one, let alone your own driver."

Blaine made his way to the back of the limo where Kurt was sitting and sat down next to him. "Usually Mom and Dad have Charles, but I've commandeered him for the weekend. I just wanted to treat you to something special."

"Blaine," Kurt started, still feeling giddy. "You could just drive us around Lima in this and it'd be amazing, why on earth are we going to Columbus?"

Blaine just shook his head and lifted his arm up to rest over Kurt's shoulders. "You'll see when we get there." He took his other hand and ran it down the length of Kurt's tie before it disappeared into his suit jacket. "You do look rather amazing, my love."

Kurt preened and shifted his body so he was tucked completely underneath Blaine's arm. He raked his eyes over Blaine's body and had to swallow hard to keep from sighing. Blaine looked absolutely gorgeous. His Dalton uniform had nothing on this… it was perfectly fitted, his slacks hugged his thighs in such a way that Kurt had to bite his lip and look away because he could see the muscle definition through the fabric. He wasn't wearing a tie, instead his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to tease and Kurt could see the slight smattering of chest hair that Kurt apparently was starting to love.

"Do I pass inspection?"

Kurt blushed and nodded. "Yes, in fact. You do."

"Well good," Blaine grinned. "So, we have about a two hour drive," he said, settling a little further down in his seat. "What do you want to do?"

Kurt's fingers itched to dive into Blaine's hair, but he could tell that even though it was loose and curly, it was carefully styled. Screw it, he could easily fix it and he knew Blaine wouldn't mind too terribly. He twisted his body slightly towards Blaine and brought his hand up, immediately carding his fingers through Blaine's hair. "I'll fix it later, I promise," he grinned.

"You're obsessed with my hair," Blaine chuckled. "I used to hate it, for years."

"Mmm," Kurt murmured, and started twisting curls around his fingers. "Your hair is amazing, one of your best features."

Blaine's eyes slid half closed and he sighed contently. "Well, at least someone thinks so."

"If you didn't shellac it to death for school…" Kurt teased, and tugged a little on a curl he was twisting.

Blaine frowned and his bottom lip popped out a little. "You know why I do that."

"Yeah, yeah. Dalton image and all that," Kurt rolled his eyes. "So, are you going to tell me what you have planned for tonight, now?"

"Well," Blaine started, and popped open the button on his suit jacket so he could tug Kurt closer. "We're starting off with dinner, and then it's a surprise."

"Blaine," Kurt pouted. "You know I hate surprises. Just tell me."

"No," Blaine smiled. "You don't hate surprises, you just like knowing. And I know full well you could figure it out, so thank you for staying out of here." He tapped his temple and leaned over to brush his lips against Kurt's.

Kurt bit his lip and found a very interesting spot on Blaine's collar to stare at. "Speaking of that… I'm assuming we're uh, going to be alone tonight?"

Blaine cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah, we're not coming back until tomorrow. We have a hotel room for the night."

All of his previous worry and nerves just seemed to have melted away, now that he was being held tight by Blaine. He knew he was with his best friend, his boyfriend, and he trusted Blaine with everything.

"We should talk about…things, then," Kurt glanced toward the front of the limo. "Charles can't hear us, can he?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, it's definitely pretty private back here."

Kurt swallowed hard and shifted back so he was comfortable against the seat. "I know we've done… some stuff… a couple of times," he said, and he could feel the blush rising in his cheeks. "And you know what I have to do to work on," he took a deep breath, "controlling myself, but—"

"Kurt," Blaine interrupted, placing his free hand on Kurt's thigh. "We don't have to do anything we're not ready for, not yet, okay? We can just do what we're comfortable with."

Nodding, Kurt covered Blaine's hand with his own. "When we get…there, though, and I know we will, because I love you, and I trust you. I want you to be the one, okay? I want you inside of me."

Blaine's hand tightened on Kurt's thigh and his breath caught in his throat. "R-really? Kurt, that's… wow," he said, awed. "O-okay. If that's what you want."

"I know it's going to be intense, whatever we do, because of what I have to do, so—"

"Kurt," Blaine said, reaching up with his hand and cupping Kurt's jaw. "Tonight is going to be amazing, because we're together. I'm ready for whatever you're ready for, honestly. I love you. So, so much."

Kurt smiled and leaned in so he was close enough to kiss Blaine. He felt Blaine's fingers flex against his jaw and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, parting his lips so he could lick inside Blaine's mouth.

Apparently it was incredibly easy to lose all track of time while making out with Blaine, because before they knew it, Charles' voice was coming over an intercom letting them know they were about ten minutes away from their destination.

Kurt sat back with a thwump and a giggle threatened to bubble up and out at Blaine's clearly disheveled appearance, even though he knew he probably didn't look much better. "Want me to fix your hair?"

Blaine scrubbed his hand over his face and nodded. "Yeah," he said, shaking his head. "Did we really just make out for… lord, an hour?"

"Time flies when you're having fun," Kurt smiled and focused on Blaine's hair, shifting it back into a more appropriate state. He reached over and tugged Blaine's shirt into place, and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "There, you're put back together."

Blaine raised his eyes towards Kurt's hairline. "Now, you. Sorry… didn't mean to get so…"

Kurt shrugged and glanced at his reflection in the window, already shifting his hair back to where it should be. "No problem, see? All fixed." He tugged at the bottom of his suit jacket and smiled over at Blaine. "So, dinner? And then….?"

"Nope, still a surprise, antsy."