Kurt awoke to the sound of the doorbell. Panicking, he realized Blaine was here. Why didn't his alarm work?!

Fussing with his hair, he went downstairs to open the door. Poking his head out, he said, "Hi, Blaine . . . I, uh, slept late."

"That's fine, Kurt. Are . . . you . . . gonna let me in?"

"What?!" he shrieked, "I can't let you see me like this!"

"Kurt. I'm sure it's not that bad. You're beautiful. Always."

"Fine . . ." he mumbled, not believing Blaine at all.

Upstairs, Kurt ran around, trying to pick out an outfit for their date. He needed the blue shirt, not the maroon one! Where the heck did that scarf go?!

"Kurt!" Blaine shouted, trying to catch his attention. When Kurt looked at him, he continued, "Kurt, you don't need to dress up. You could go in your pajamas for all I care."

"But--"

Blaine interrupted, "You're beautiful no matter how you look. You actually look really cute with your hair all messed up."

"My hair!" Kurt exclaimed, hands shooting up to his head. He'd almost forgot about that!

"Hey, calm down." Giving him a kiss, Blaine continued, "We were just going to go to a picnic. You don't need to worry. If it makes you feel better, I'll wash the gel out of my hair."

Kurt nodded excitedly; it wasn't often that Blaine went without gel.

From then on, whenever they had their picnic dates, neither of the boys bothered getting dressed; it was just Kurt, Blaine, and their special place.