He parked his car down the street from his boyfriend's house, not wanting to alert the other boy of his arrival. He stepped out and closed the door quietly, retrieving a package and a large basket from the back seat. He walked the few hundred yards to the house, peeking through the front window surreptitiously to determine the boy's whereabouts. He spotted him on the couch, watching television. He padded silently to the front door, easing the key he'd been given into the lock and thanking his lucky stars that it didn't make a sound. The opening of the door also went unheard below the noise from the television. His slipped out of his shoes so they wouldn't make a sound against the hardwood floors, and then he tiptoed through the foyer and into the living room.

What he saw made his jaw drop. There, on the couch, sat his boyfriend, cuddled under a blanket and clutching a teddy bear to his chest. A small pile of tissues cluttered the coffee table in front of him. On the large television he faced, a show that the intruder didn't recognize was playing, but considering the two characters the camera kept switching two were both crying, he could guess it was sad.

"I—I love you," the British blonde on screen cried, voice breaking and mascara running.

"Quite right, too," the (ridiculously handsome and also British) man replied. "And I suppose, if it's my last chance to say it...Rose Tyler..." And then he disappeared.

"What the hell kind of show is this?" Oops. He hadn't meant to say that out loud.

The boy on the couch whipped around with a yelp. "Kurt!" Blaine grabbed the Wii remote sitting beside him and pressed the pause button. "What—what are you doing here?" The younger boy quickly tried to wipe away the obvious tears on his face, sniffling slightly.

Kurt was torn between comforting his boyfriend and bursting out laughing at his completely adorable state. Blaine's clothes were rumpled, clearly slept-in pajamas, and his curls were askew. His nose was running and his eyes were puffy. Kurt settled for a small smile as he walked around to sit beside his boyfriend. "Come here baby." He opened his arms, and the shorter boy fell into them immediately.

"Sorry I'm being so silly," Blaine mumbled."Nonsense." Kurt rubbed his hands up and down his boyfriend's back. "Remember that time Sabrina got kicked off Dancing With the Stars? We didn't know each other then, but I cried for days."

"It's just...Rose and the Doctor...they're so meant to be...and now Rose is trapped in a parallel universe, never to see him again..."

Kurt bit his lip, trying not to chuckle at the endearing tremor in Blaine's voice. "Is this Doctor Who?" Blaine nodded. "I've never watched that show, but judging by the way that girl completely let her make-up go, I certainly believed they were meant to be."

Blaine tilted his head up and smiled. "Like us?"

"Like us." Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine's lips lightly. "Now, had I known it was going to be a watch-sad-TV-shows-and-sob kind of day, I would have worn far comfier clothes and brought more caloric food."

"Food?" Blaine sat up, looking around. "What food?"

Kurt stood, retrieved the basket and box from where he left them in the doorway to the living room, and returned to the couch. "Well, you've been so supportive of me these past few days, what with school ending and not getting into NYADA and being generally dramatic about everything, so I wanted to make sure that you know that that did not go unnoticed or unappreciated, and that I love you so very very much for it." He handed Blaine the package wrapped in shiny blue paper. "Go on! Open it!"

Blaine was on the verge of tears again. "Kurt...you didn't have to...to get me anything! I'm here for you because I love you. That's all."

Voice soft, Kurt replied, "I know that, silly. And I'm not giving you this because I feel like I have to pay you for being an awesome boyfriend. You're an awesome boyfriend, I'm an awesome boyfriend, and this is what awesome boyfriends do for each other. Now shut up and open it."

The package was small, a little larger than Blaine's open hand, and flat. Blaine carefully peeled back the wrapped paper, slid out the white box, and lifted the lid. Inside lay a bright pink bow tie covered in silver disco balls. Blaine snorted appreciatively. "Kurt, this is the most adorable thing." He smiled at his boyfriend, muttering a low thanks before kissing him enthusiastically.

When they broke apart, Kurt grinned. "I'm not done!" He lifted the basket from the floor. "I was going to suggest a picnic lunch outside, but..." He stood and pushed the coffee table to one side of the living room. He then reached into the picnic basket and extracted a red-and-white checkered blanket, shaking it open so it covered the rug. "We're going to eat inside, and you're going to explain Doctor Who to me."

Kurt's near-future confusion was absolutely worth the look of pure adoration in Blaine's eyes. The younger boy leapt from the couch, grabbed Kurt, and spun him around, eliciting a shriek from him. "Kurt, this is, like, the most romantic thing you've ever done. I know you find some of the shows I watch nerdy, but—"

"Doesn't matter. I like the nerdy things about you." He tapped Blaine's nose. "Now come on, sit down. I made wraps and tuna salad, and I want to understand what all this Doctor fuss is about."

Blaine quickly made himself comfortable on the floor. He fixed a plate of food and immediately launched into a lecture on the intricate details of the BBC show. Kurt didn't follow half of it, but that didn't matter. What mattered was the light that danced in Blaine's wide hazel eyes and the fervor with which he spoke with both his mouth and his hands and the smile that never left his face. Yes, there was no doubt in Kurt's mind that his confusion was definitely worth Blaine's excitement.