Kurt's shiny new doc martens clicked against New York's dirt covered sidewalks as he jogged to the parking garage. Kurt pulled his jacket close and tighter to himself. His scarf was wrapped tight around his neck blocking out any wind trying to break through. He was in a slight rush.

Kurt was called in to the place where his art show is supposed to taken place on January 7th, of the New Year. Mr. Park, a wealthy business man who owned the area, had called Kurt not 20 minutes ago in a crazy panic. Mr. Park had told Kurt that something had gone completely wrong. Kurt begged him to tell him what had happened over the phone, but Mr. Park insisted that he came down to the place and have a look for himself. Kurt needed to see this with his own eyes.

Kurt knew this wasn't good, if Mr. Park couldn't have told him over the phone then it was bad. Whatever the problem would be Kurt knew he was going to be infuriated. There was only about 3 weeks left until the show and everything was almost done. All Kurt had to do was place the very last finishing touches. So having to go and fix whatever problem had occurred wouldn't be his cup of tea. Yes, being able to have an art show as fabulous as this one was going to be, is absolutely amazing! But everything was crazy; nothing seemed to be going right. Once everything had decided to straighten out and be fix itself something else would turn out being broken or not going the right way. There just was so much to do and so little time to do it.

Kurt searched for Blaine and Kurt's car in the crowed parking area. Kurt didn't like using their car that much. He hated driving in the city as did most other people did, but there was no way he was walking many blocks or using public transportation when it was only 17�F outside and Kurt didn't have enough cash on him to take a cab. Kurt was also slightly pissed off at many different things right now and he'd feel completely bad for any poor soul he may bitch at today in the public eye. It was Christmas time and he didn't feel like being accused for being a Scrooge. To avoid all that, Kurt decided to take the car today.

It was twenty minutes later before Kurt had spotted the car. Who knew that almost everyone in the complex owned the same car, in the same damn color! Kurt's feet hurt from running around the terrible paved garage floor. Kurt made a mental note to make sure he tells Blaine that they needed a new car or at least a paint job. Maybe they could paint it a hot pink or neon orange so it would stick out in the rows of dull gray cars that filled the parking garage.

Kurt rolled his eyes as he spotted the tiny little Christmas tree that was placed on the radio antenna. Sometimes Kurt believed Blaine goes a little overboard with the tacky Christmas d�cor. But Kurt had to admit that Blaine was absolutely adorable with it. Smiling over Blaine's cuteness, Kurt climbed into the small gray-silver smart car. Taking a deep breath trying to calm his high tight nerves, Kurt tried to remember how and why he decided to do this art show. It's only been driving his completely insane for the past 7 months.

"Oh," Kurt spoke out loud to himself. "Blaine's to blame." Kurt cursed remembering that day completely well.

Or course, Kurt couldn't blame Blaine completely. It wasn't completely his fault for this madness. Blaine just participated in giving him the most amazing opportunity of his life.

It was seven months ago. Kurt was a freshly graduate from the college he went to. Kurt was new to the scene but he already had reoccurring admirers that were completely in love with Kurt's style of art. And Blaine has had a plan boiling away in his brain since Kurt started college oh so many years ago.

Dinner. You. Me. Our restaurant. 6:00 pm. Don't be late, babe. I'll see you soon.
- Blaine xoxo

Kurt smiled at the text message that was bright on his cell phone screen. Looking at the time placed at the top of the phone's screen he read 4:45pm. Kurt jumped up, paint covering his bare arms and all over his painting pants. He dashed to the bathroom took a shower and flew out of the house in flying colors. When Kurt had finally made it to the restaurant it was 5:58pm and Blaine was already sitting at their usual table and bottle of wine placed in the center unopened. Kurt loved when Blaine did things like this.

Dinner went well. It was quiet and calming. Not much talk was used but that was okay. Just being in each other company made all the difference on the world. Everything was the same; nothing was different about this dinner until it was over.

"Blaineeee!" Kurt wined. They were now in Blaine's car going somewhere. Blaine drove as he continued to ignore Kurt attempts to get him to spill the beans. But Blaine wouldn't budge. He wasn't going to tell Kurt anything. Everything was to be a surprise. After a few minutes Kurt gave up, Blaine could be as stubborn as Kurt sometimes and it drove him crazy sometimes. After another of ten minutes Blaine broke the silence.

"Put this on," he said handed over a blindfold to Kurt. Kurt looked at him like he grew to more head on his shoulders. Blaine signed, "Just do it baby, please." Kurt gave him one last look before he reluctantly put on the blindfold. The car pulled to a stop and Blaine got out walking over to Kurt's side of the car. He opened the door and helped his love out of the car and into the building that they stopped at. Kurt felt the heat of the summer day turn into cool air as they entered wherever they were. Breathing in deep Kurt smelt the fresh scent of vanilla and roses petals. Blaine guided Kurt from behind, his hand placed gently of Kurt's shoulders.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed. "Where are we?" They came to a stop.

"We," Kurt felt Blaine' lips brush over his ear. "Are at the place where you are going to have your first art show." Blaine said like it was nothing and removed the blindfold. Kurt stood is shock.

"We-What?" Kurt asked stumbling over his words. Blaine just gestured to the open space laid out in front them. Kurt's eyes played over the space before turning back to Blaine with tears rimming his eyes.

"What is it?" Blaine asked.

"How? Why?" Kurt asked. Blaine didn't understand. Was Kurt mad over this? Did he not want it?

"Well, Mr. Park, the guy who loves you art owns this space and when I came to ask him to do this, he had no trouble saying yes. Please, don't tell me you don't want to do this. It's a great opportunity for you, love." Blaine tried reasoning with him.

"It's- Oh wow, Blaine…" Kurt whispered walking through the empty space. "It's perfect Blaine." Kurt turned and walked back over to Blaine. "You are perfect." Kurt placed his lips on Blaine's.

Kurt shook his head at the memory. It was so perfect, it seriously was. But Kurt wished he knew how hard it was going to be then. Kurt started the car and pulled out on the road hitting the first possible red light.

Kurt slammed his hand against the steering wheel almost hitting the horn. So this was how this day was going to go. Groaning he looked around the car trying to find something that would calm his nerves. That's when Kurt noticed a pink sticky note placed on the radio button. Play Me, was written on it. Curious, Kurt played the CD that was placed in the CD player.

"Ello there, love." Blaine's voice filled the speaker.

"What the fuck is this?" Kurt asked the open air. What is Blaine doing?

"You are probably confused out of your mind right now. I would explain but I only have a certain amount of time on this cd. So I must work fast." Blaine stated.

"Alright, on this CD I will play ten songs that remind me of your gorgeous face. I will play all ten songs completely and then explain why each one reminds me of you." Blaine said and a clapping noise followed. Kurt listened intently. Poundering the possible songs that would make Blaine's mind scream Kurt. Kurt listened to the songs. Knowing some of them and never heard of the others.

"Those songs, in order were:

Unbroken by Demi Lovato

Just In Love by Joe Jonas

Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5

All Day by Cody Simpson

Who I am by Nick Jonas

Today Was A FairyTale by Taylor Swift

Love Me by Justin Bieber

All About US by He Is We

Give It up by Weatherstar

And finally, Marry You by Bruno Mars.

I am highly aware that you probably don't know many of those songs, but that doesn't matter. The fact is that these songs remind me of you. You are probably wondering how they do. Well I'll tell you right now." Blaine cleared his throat and continued.

"Unbroken reminds me of you and me. Well, because we were both broken when we met but together we found love in each other and loved each other like we weren't broken beforehand. We made it through; we loved each other for the past 6 years. We're stronger than ever. This song just makes sense. If might not to you, but I find us in this song, in ever line." Kurt nodded, he understood completely. It made sense, so much sense.

"Just In Love. Wow Kurt, this song describes me so much, because I am just in love with you. plain and simple." Blaine started up singing a line. "Love a girl in a whole another language. People look at us strange, don't understand us. They try to change it, Try to tell I don't change.
But talk love and they say it sounds crazy. That line right there is so true. People don't understand us, they don't understand what we have." Blaine paused, sounding like he was trying o collect his thoughts. "Or how about this, And I'm scared of losing you. You are worth too much to lose. Baby if you're still confused, Girl I'm just in love with you. Girl I'm just in love with you. No other words to use. Do you understand what I'm getting?" Blaine asked.

"…yes…" Kurt answered.

Kurt heard Blaine chuckle, "Now, Moves Like Jagger. This song you are probably confused the most about. Well Kurt, like just say you've got some sick moves. Damn, your hips, I didn't know a guy could be a flexible as you and damn boy! I could stare at your body all day. It's a masterpiece, a real work of art. Oh god, you're sexy." Heat ran up Kurt's face. Blaine hardly ever used the word sexy and when he didn't Kurt usually erupts into giggles.

"You're like my favorite song, on the radio, radio, radio, radio. I could listen to you all day. You're like a music video, video vi-vi-video. I could look at you all day. You make do my two-step all day. You keep me lookin' fly for you all day. So you should be my girlfriend all day. Well, like a hit on my radio, radio." Blaine sang. "Really must I say any this else? You're my everything. If I could watch and listen to you 24/7 I would be on that so fast."

"Who I Am, the lines I want someone to love me, for who I am. I want someone to need me, Is that so bad?I wanna break all the madness, But it's all I have. I want someone to love me, for who I am? This the soul purpose of why this song is a part of this CD. It us Kurt, those lines right there. That was us, before we met. Begging and pleading to no one and everyone. Wanting change even though change is hard, but somehow we made it."

"The nest song, Today Was A Fairytale is self-explanatory." Blaine paused. "Need help? Well, every day with you is a fairytale. I'm waiting for the day I wake up and you're not there. But I know that's not going to happen."

"Shit," Kurt muttered. He ended up being so distracted by Blaine's voice coming through the car speakers he missed his turn. But Blaine didn't care, he continued with the songs.

"I know how much you love Justin Bieber." Kurt chocked on his laugh. He was not a fan of that mop head, or not mop head anymore…? Either way he was a big fan. "Love me, it such a good up beat song. I just love it. I don't really have a reason why it's in this list beside… Love me, Love me, say that you love me. Fool me, Fool me, oh how you do me. Kiss me, Kiss me. Say that you miss me. Tell me what I wanna hear, Tell me you love me!" Blaine screamed at the top of his lungs then chuckled. "That and the first few lines of the song. My friends say I'm a fool to thinkthat you're the one for me. I guess I'm just a sucker for love. 'Cuz honestly the truth is that you know I'm never leavin'. 'Cuz you're my angel sent from above. Truth baby, truth. No lies."

"All About Us. You remember that day a few weeks before prom when you wanted to practice your slow dancing because you thought you were terrible at it? Well I mean you kind of were bad, but it's okay, I still love you. Anyway this song, well the beginning reminds me of that night." Blaine laughed. "Baby, you're amazing. Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance. I'll spin you around, won't let you fall down. Would you let me lead?You could step on my feet, Give it a try, it'll be alright. My feet were bruised for weeks. But that's alright because practice make perfect." Kurt just wanted to slap Blaine across the face. They weren't ever supposed to talk about that again.

"Now, Give It Up by Weatherstar. I know how a fact that you don't know this bad. That is because I saw them a show after work one day. They were amazing, went home and bought their EP. Well Give It up, it's simply amazing. I don't even know how to describe it. So I'm just going to play it over. Listen to the words, baby. Try and get what I'm thinking here.

Got Me Going Crazy

Now You Know And Now You Know

Now You Know And Now You Know

My Heart, I'm Leaving It Open. And I'll Wait, For You To Come In.

And Be With Me

My Eyes, Are Perfectly Focused At Your Lips, I Know We Need This.

More Than You Thi-Ink

Give It Up. G-Give It Up Baby

You Got Me Going. You Got Me Going Crazy.

And Now You Know. And Now You Know.

I Just Can't Do This Alone

Give It Up. You Give It Up To Me

You Got Me Going. You Got Me Going Crazy

And Now You Know. And Now You Know

I Just Can't Do This Alone. I Just Can't Do This Alone.

When You Smile, I Feel Like I'm In Heaven. And When You Cry my Whole World Caves In.

On Top Of Me

When It Gets Too Cold, I'll Warm You Up, Like The California Heat.

'Cause You Look So Good When You're Burning Next To Me-Ee-Ee.

Give It Up. G-Give It Up Baby.

You Got Me Going. You Got Me Going Crazy.

And Now You Know. And Now You Know.

I Just Can't Do This Alone

Give It Up. You Give It Up To Me.

You Got Me Going. You Got Me Going Crazy.

And Now You Know. And Now You Know.

I Just Can't Do This Alone

Stop My Heart Or Bring It Back. And We Don't Have To Tell A Soul About It.

If This Is What. We Both Want. Then Baby Don't Be Afra-Ay-Aid.

Give It Up. G-Give It Up Baby.

You Got Me Going. You Got Me Going Crazy.

And Now You Know. And Now You Know.

I Just Can't Do This Alone

Give It Up. You Give It Up To Me.

You Got Me Going. You Got Me Going Crazy

And Now You Know. And Now You Know.

I Just Can't Do This Alone.

Give It Up. G-Give It Up. Whoa, Oh

Give It Up. G-Give It Up. I Just Can't Do This Alone

Give It Up. Give It Up. Give It Up. Give It Up. Whoa, Oh. Give It Up. I Just Can't Do This Alone."

Kurt drowned into Blaine's sweet voice starting the CD over. The problem at the gallery was forgotten as Kurt listened the songs over and over again, driving aimlessly around New York, not caring about any of the traffic he was getting stuck in.

Kurt found out later that a petti girl with long brown hair walked in and destroyed 3 of 14 completed painting. Kurt was not happy that he had to complete 4 more, to get a total of 15, in the next three weeks.