December 8th, 2015

Kurt had his sketch pad in his lap as he sat around at school waiting for his class to start. He was working on ideas for Cassidy's holiday dress. It started about two years ago, he began making them for her as his holiday project and they both enjoyed it.

Kurt's phone started buzzing in his pocket as he added a line and quickly erased it. He set his sketch pad down and grabbed his phone. He smiled when he saw who was calling him.

"Hi you," Kurt smiled.

Blaine laughed through the phone, "Hello. I just wanted to make sure we are still on for dinner tonight? Or if you are staying late?"

"I don't think I'm going to be late," Kurt sighed leaning back in the chair he was sitting in, "One would think my finals would go by faster since they are already done, but no."

"I know you are doing a wonderful job," Blaine said, "But you really should have sit in during my final this morning."

"That bad?" Kurt asked him.

Blaine snorted through the phone, "Let's just say I'm glad you pushed me to study in the library the other day. I really don't want to screw this up."

"You won't," Kurt said to him, "You start your student teaching interviews next semester and it will be exciting."

"You start your internships in half a year too," Blaine said, "Our house is just going to be a mess isn't it?"

"Probably," Kurt laughed, "But that's okay." He glanced at the clock on the wall, "I have to get going or I will be late. I'll see you later tonight?"

"You got it," Blaine said, "And don't forget to not be late."

"I won't be late," Kurt said to him, "But I really have to go."

"Good luck then," Blaine said through the phone, "And I love you."

"Thanks and love you too," Kurt lowered the phone and slipped it into his pocket before he grabbed his sketch pad tossing it in to his bag and running off to his class.

"How is that?" Cassidy asked Blaine as she set the table for two.

"It looks perfect," Blaine smiled at her, "Now let's get you to Stacy's before Kurt comes."

"Okay," Cassidy said excitedly as she ran over to grab her overnight bag.

Blaine walked over to open the door, "Remember to call me-"

"When I get to school," Cassidy sighed, "I know I've done this before."

They started walking up the stairs to Stacy's apartment. Stacy was a little girl that went to Cassidy's school and they were friends. Her mother was always offering to watch Cassidy and Blaine finally took advantage of the opportunity.

Blaine knocked on the door and they both waited for someone to open it.

There was a loud bang and then an oops could be heard. The door opened and Stacy was standing there, "I knocked over our umbrella stand," she reached over and picked it. "Hello Mr. Blaine."

"Hi Stacy," Blaine smiled at her.

Stacy's mom, Sandra, walked over, "Well girls I guess you can go play for a bit."

Stacy took Cassidy's hand she pulled her into the apartment giggling as they went to her room.

"Ten year old girls," Sandra shook her head, "I don't know how you will manage when she is teenager."

"That's easy," Blaine shrugged, "I'll just have you on speed dial."

Sandra laughed, "Did you get your meal cooked?"

"I did," Blaine said bouncing up and down on his feet, "Cassidy is great helper too."

"I know she is," Sandra said, "She loves to help in the kitchen."

"Yep, I hate to leave so soon, but Kurt will be home soon," Blaine said to her.

"Nonsense go spend time with your man," Sandra said ushering him out, "Just make sure you are both well rested I know you two still have more finals tomorrow."

"Yeah," Blaine blushed, "I need to study a bit more tonight, but I think dinner for just the two of us was a good idea."

"Have fun," Sandra waved at him.

Blaine waved back, "Thanks Sandra." He turned around and raced up the stairs back into the apartment. Walking straight into their room he changed into a nicer shirt and then fixed his hair.

When Blaine walked into the kitchen, he smelled the Chicken Parmesan lasagna (a recipe invented by him and Cassidy) resting on the stove and looked over at the small table. "It needs something," he said to himself. Glancing over at the clock he still had a few minutes.

Blaine looked into the cupboard for a candle and sure enough they had one. Kurt liked to be fancy sometimes, and Blaine placed it on the table. Striking the match, he gently lit the candle and smiled to him, "Perfect."

Blaine didn't know where he should wait for Kurt, so he lowered the lights and went to wait in the living room. He didn't want to be waiting at the table. Relaxing on the couch he picked up his book to study a bit before Kurt home for dinner.

It was just a half hour. Kurt has been a half hour late before. Blaine thought maybe he should text him, just in case. He took out his phone and sent Kurt a simple text asking if he was going to be any later.

(7:34 PM) Sorry, late night. Finals group went crazy.

(7:35 PM) Getting dinner to, don't worry about me.

Blaine laid his phone on the couch and sighed. After sending Kurt a quick okay, he walked over to the table and blew out the candle. He covered the lasagna and shoved it in the fridge. Grabbing a box of leftover pizza they had a few days ago, he walked back over to the couch and grabbed his book again to study.

Kurt hated when he would come home late. He always worried about waking Cassidy or even Blaine up if they were already sleeping. And it was already quarter after ten.

Kurt slipped his key in the lock as quietly as he could and when he walked in he smelled something good. He glanced and saw two place settings at the table with a candle in between them.

Taking off his coat, Kurt hung it on one of the hooks and when he took a step in he realized what had happened, "Oh Blaine." He saw Blaine sleeping on the couch wearing one of his nicer shirts, his book in his lap, and the box of leftover pizza sitting on the coffee table now empty.

Kurt tiptoed closer to him and then kneeled down by his head. He reached up and used his finger to trace the lines on his face. Slowly Blaine's eyes opened, "Hi."

"Hi," Blaine responded with a sleepy smile.

Kurt leaned over and kissed him, "You my amazing almost husband should kick me in the butt."

"I don't mind," Blaine said.

"You really should," Kurt said bringing a hand up to his face, "I can't believe I didn't even think you would pull a date night tonight."

Blaine reached over and pulled Kurt's hand down, "Its fine. It was just something silly."

"It's not silly," Kurt shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine though," Blaine said as he sat up and then patted the couch next to him.

Kurt climbed up, "I feel awful. You even lit a candle."

"I only did that because I know you like it," Blaine said bumping their shoulders. "I know you were busy with finals, it is fine."

Kurt shook his head, "No it's not. I am going to make this up to you."

"You don't have to do that," Blaine said.

"No, I do," Kurt said taking Blaine's hand, "I...You are always doing these things for me, I think its fair I return the favor or else to only make up for this night I ruined."

"It's not ruined Kurt," Blaine said to him.

Kurt grumbled, "And why is that?"

"Because you are sitting next to me now and I did happen to pick up dessert," Blaine smiled at him.

Kurt couldn't help but smile back, "I think I really like that idea."

"Good," Blaine stood up, "Now come on, I picked up that cheesecake you like so much."

"The one with the swirls of cherry in it?" Kurt asked with a smile.

Blaine looked over his shoulder, "And chocolate drizzled on top."

Kurt jumped off the couch and followed Blaine into the kitchen, "You know how to spoil me."

"It takes practice," Blaine teased. Kurt just rolled his eyes at his fiancé.