Is Kurt Hummel about to put a ring on it? Sources tell us that Hummel is head-over-heels for his new boyfriend and is ready to pop the question, less than two months after they first went public with their relationship. Kurt has reportedly been scouting out fabulous locations for the ceremony and honeymoon and has had private design sessions with Harry Winston, jeweler to the stars, to design their custom engagement rings. If a Hummel/Anderson wedding is in the cards, you can bet that it will be the most sought after invitation in Hollywood, as it is destined to be the most fabulous party this town has seen in quite a while. — HollywoodTattler, December 2nd, 2018

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The touching was the hardest thing for Kurt to get used to. Not the sexual stuff, though that was definitely new too (at least at the frequency he was now experiencing), but the hundreds of casual daily touches. The hand resting on his waist as he made dinner, the light neck rub when he winced after bending over scripts for too long, and the hands always touching his.

Only a week into their new relationship and Kurt could already tell that Blaine had a thing for hands.

Actually, the more he thought about it, it wasn't just touching itself that threw him, it was the idea that there was someone who wanted to touch him, someone who felt the need to constantly reaffirm their connection to him through physical contact. And most wondrous of all, that that someone was Blaine.

Being with each other 24/7 was definitely not something most newly minted boyfriends had to deal with, so they agreed to give each other space and do what they could to keep their business and personal relationships separate. They decided to keep their separate bedrooms, since they wouldn't be living together if they were just dating normally and agreed that they would talk about each event they were going to appear at ahead of time to determine if Blaine was attending as Kurt's boyfriend or his bodyguard, which would determine not only his own actions, but Kurt's as well.

The week had been a very busy one for him, so they hadn't had much time alone and definitely hadn't had time for their date. He didn't really have any experience with romantic relationships, though, so he was grateful that he was able to spend at least part of the time falling back on their work relationship to help him feel more comfortable. He and Blaine were slowly finding their footing, negotiating the strange situation they now found themselves in. Kurt had called his dad and Rachel to discuss the recent events and had emailed with Mercedes, all of which had helped, but he was still feeling his way.

It took a week, but Kurt finally had a free day in his schedule. He was trying to figure out what he and Blaine could do with 24 whole, glorious hours without a meeting, audition, or scenes to film, when Blaine beat him to the punch.

"How would you feel about spending tomorrow with me?" Blaine asked as he helped Kurt fold a batch of laundry fresh out of the dryer.

Kurt smirked as he matched up a pair of socks. "Umm, Blaine? I spend every day with you."

"Ah, but this day will be different. It will be our first official date." Blaine dropped the pile of t-shirts he had been folding into the basket at his feet and scooped all of the paired up socks in on top.

Kurt's grin was so large that almost all of his teeth showed. "Really? Where?"

They walked down the hallway to Kurt's bedroom, where Blaine took a seat on the bed as Kurt bustled around, putting the laundry away. "I remember you saying that it's been awhile since you've been to an amusement park, so I thought maybe Disneyland?"

"I'm not sure if having a Disney escort follow us around all day is the romantic date I was hoping for," he observed drily.

"We won't have an escort, exactly." Blaine's evasive tone had Kurt looking up from the drawer where he was organizing his socks by color.

"But what about being recognized? Aren't you worried about —"

"I have a plan," Blaine interrupted, coming to stand behind Kurt and wrapping his arms around his waist. "We won't be in one place all night like we were on Halloween, so I think we can make this work. It'll be chilly tomorrow, so we can both wear coats or sweatshirts with hoods. You'll dress as casually as you possibly can and still feel like your fabulous self and I'll do the same. I'm going to let my curly hair freak flag fly, so maybe you can style your hair differently too? Then when we get there we'll buy crazy Disney hats and try to blend in as much as we can. I have something else up my sleeve too." Kurt looked a little unsure, so Blaine rushed to reassure him. "It's only about a week before nominations start to role in, so this might be your last chance for any kind of anonymity. If you're nominated then your face will be everywhere. Plus, you need to have some fun or you're going to drive yourself crazy waiting for the announcements."

"Why Blaine, this seems very un-bodyguard-like of you."

"Trust me. I've been planning this all week. I okayed the trip with Bev and I've spoken with some other bodyguards about their experiences with celebrities at Disneyland and they've all been really positive. No one knows we're going, so we don't have to worry about people waiting for us and we'll keep an eye on social media to see if anyone is reporting our location." Blaine faltered and pulled back a bit. "But you're right, I can't say that this is something I'd sanction if you were just a regular client. I think I've lost my ability to think professionally around you. Maybe we shouldn't go —"

Kurt silenced him by leaping in with a quick kiss. "Shut up. I do trust you. I know you wouldn't put me in danger." He leaned forward for another kiss, singing "M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U…" He didn't get any further before Blaine dipped him low to the ground and his song dissolved into giggling.

=^..^=

Their trip to the Mouse House (the decided upon code word for their destination) the next day started so early that it was still dark outside.

Kurt emerged from his walk-in closet and stood, hands on hips, in front of Blaine. "It's a testament to how much this date means to me that I'm willing to go out in public looking like this."

Blaine eyed Kurt's designer jeans (admittedly a much looser style than he normally wore) and fitted t-shirt (was that a rock band logo? Where in the world had he even gotten that?) and bit back a smile. "I appreciate your sacrifice." Kurt's hair lay flat against his head, the first time Blaine had seen it without product since they had met, and it made him look several years younger. All-in-all he was as unrecognizable as he could be without resorting to some disguise that would probably backfire and garner unwanted attention.

Blaine was dressed similarly, though he was wearing a shirt touting a local sports team that garnered him a withering look from Kurt. His hair poofed out gently around his head like a little curly, black cloud and Kurt giggled as he patted it with his hand. "It's so fluffy!"

Blaine smoothed his hair self-consciously as they grabbed their less-than-fashionable coats that were normally reserved for yard work and headed out to the garage. Within minutes they were on their way, though the trip took a little longer than usual due to the detours Blaine took to make sure that no one was following them.

They arrived at the Disneyland parking garage a few minutes before the park was due to open and took the escalator down to the tram waiting area. Once on the ground level, Blaine led Kurt over to two people who were standing opposite the crowds waiting for the next tram to arrive. "Kurt, you remember my friend Raul and his wife Juanita from the Halloween party, right?" Blaine asked anxiously, afraid that Kurt wouldn't like his solution to the security concerns.

"Of course." Kurt shook hands with Raul and Juanita, an open, if questioning, smile on his face. "I don't think I would have recognized you without the introduction, though. Everyone looks different when seen through Gumby eye holes."

Blaine explained to Kurt how Raul and Juanita, who was in the personal protection business like her husband, were going to accompany them in the park, not as bodyguards, per se, but just as extra pairs of eyes in case they were needed. They would just hang back and enjoy their own day of fun unless Blaine requested otherwise and would check the social media sites from time-to-time to make sure that there was no chatter about Kurt's whereabouts.

Kurt listened to the plan and agreed much more quickly than Blaine had expected. The tram arrived and they all jumped on, though Blaine noticed Kurt turning his face away from the strangers who were seated in their row. They were dropped off at the end of Downtown Disney and walked down the pathway towards the park entrance. The crowd was heavy since the park was just opening, but it was low season, so overall the number of people would be small, at least in Disney terms.

After passing through security and buying their tickets they decided to head to Disneyland first and save California Adventure for later. As they entered and passed the giant Mickey Mouse head made entirely of flowers, Kurt reached down and grabbed Blaine's hand tightly.

Unlike Kurt, Blaine had been to Disneyland before, so he had a few things already planned out for them to do. They walked down Main Street U.S.A., which was already decorated for Christmas, and stopped to have their photo taken in front of the castle and the giant Christmas tree by one of the Disney photographers. Blaine picked up their photo pass card so that they could claim the photo later and led Kurt underneath the castle into Fantasyland, where they headed directly for The Mad Hatter shop. The plan was to buy hats for each other to wear, so they browsed for a while to make sure they had seen all the options. For Kurt, Blaine picked out a small velvet Mad Hatter's top hat with feathers and a little price tag that perched on the top of Kurt's head attached by a thin elastic band. For Blaine, Kurt selected Minnie Mouse ears on a headband, complete with a red and white polka dotted bow.

"It was as close as I could come to a bow tie," he explained at Blaine's questioning look.

Blaine placed the headband on his head with a big grin and tucked Kurt's arm into his before leading him towards Mr. Toad's Wild Ride. Raul and Juanita followed at a discreet distance, enjoying their own day at the park.

Blaine was still whistling the Hi Ho song from the Show White ride when they passed It's a Small World and he turned to Kurt with an expectant grin. Before he could even say anything Kurt stopped him cold. "No way. Not going to happen. That song is an ear worm of epic proportions. If we go on that ride I'm afraid it'll end up being our song and I refuse to dance to that at my wedding." As soon as the words left his mouth he turned beet red and clamped a hand over his mouth. "I can't believe I just said that. I-I didn't mean….I don't think that we…"

Blaine took pity on him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder to bring him in closer. "They're about to perform Beauty and the Beast. Let's get a good seat." Kurt nodded, relieved at the change in subject and they turned in the direction of the outdoor theater.

The performance was short, boiling the movie down into a 20 minute live show, but it was energetic and fun and the perfect way to rest their feet in preparation of hours of walking. Kurt declared the show a winner and vowed not to be too critical of the acting (which was good, but theme park good) and pre-recorded music. As they exited the theater hand in hand Blaine was feeling a little wistful and knew it showed on his face then Kurt commented.

"Is something wrong?" Kurt asked, worry furrowing his brow.

"No, nothing to worry about," Blaine reassured him as they walked towards the Matterhorn. "Did I ever tell you I used to perform in theme park shows? Middle school through freshman year at King's Island. I wanted to keep going, maybe make a career out of it, but I stayed in Pennsylvania year round after I transferred."

"Why didn't you pursue it in Pennsylvania?" Kurt asked as he sidestepped a man pushing a baby stroller containing three identical looking infants.

"There wasn't a lot of opportunity for that kind of singing at military school. I was in the choral group there, but it was really traditional and not exactly the place to try and improve performance skills. And by the time I got to college I was just thinking about other things, I guess. Not a big deal. I mean probably half the kids in the world dream about performing at some time or another, right?"

Kurt grabbed his elbow and pulled him in closer. "It's never too late though. There's community theater and —"

"I think one star in this couple is enough," Blaine interjected. His use of the word 'couple' caused Kurt to stop dead in his tracks, which didn't endear them to the crowds trying to walk near them. Blaine pulled Kurt over to the side of the path next to a little cart selling churros and hot chocolate and leaned in to place a light kiss on his nose. "Yes, I said couple. It's accurate…right?"

"Yes! Yes, of course, I've just…never been a part of a couple before." Kurt's voice was higher and more breathy than usual. "It might take some getting used to."

"I happen to know that one of the most famous long-standing couples in Hollywood is here today. We should track them down and get some advice."

"Couple? What couple?"

"This way, my good sir." Blaine crooked his arm and offered it to Kurt, who wrapped his arm around it tightly and they were off.

=^..^=

"Mickey and Minnie Mouse? That's your big, long-lasting couple?" Kurt asked, looking up at the entrance to Mickey's house.

"Hey," Blaine protested, "I know they've been together for 90 years and Mickey still hasn't put a ring on it, but those kids have made it through the Great Depression, a World War, and Mickey's really unfortunate clothing choices in the '80s. I think they're the real deal."

Kurt put a hand on his outthrusted hip and shook his head. "You just like him because he wears a bow tie and red pants, and has a perpetual grin… Wait a second. Has anyone ever seen you in the same room as Mickey Mouse? 'Cause I'm starting to think you might be the same person. Like Batman and Bruce Wayne."

"I choose to be flattered by the comparison."

"Come on Mickey, give me the grand tour of your humble abode."

They wandered through Mickey's house, laughing at all of the little touches that the Imagineers had added for the guest's amusement. Blaine mugged for the camera while sitting in Mickey's oversized cartoon-style chair and Kurt wiped imaginary sweat from his brow as Blaine snapped him pretending to pull giant carrots from the garden. They wound their way through until finally they reached the room where Mickey was holding court. As they waited their turn for a photo, Kurt turned to Blaine in mock disbelief. "You're both here! Twins? Identical cousins?" he mouthed silently. Blaine worked hard to swallow his chuckle, not wanting to disturb the others who were meeting Mickey. Finally, it was their turn for photos and Blaine handed over the photo pass, so that the new photo could be linked to the same account as their castle picture. Blaine had a feeling that the photo, with both of them grinning like mad-men with the iconic symbol of eternal childhood was destined to become one of his favorites.

Leaving Toontown behind they decided to hop over to the California Adventure park for a while. On the way back down Main Street Kurt yanked him to a stop in front of a shop filled with higher-end Disney art. While Kurt prowled the shop for a piece of art for his bedroom, Blaine stood towards one side and did a quick Twitter search to see if anyone had reported seeing them at the park. He hadn't noticed any strange behavior from the other guests and was relieved to see that all was quiet on the Twitter front. He knew Raul, who was standing outside of the shop with Juanita, had already checked, but he felt better confirming it on his own. Kurt finished up his purchase of a black and white painting of Mickey done by a well-known artist and they were back on their way.

Thinking it best to go on any potentially stomach-turning rides before lunch, Kurt convinced Blaine to go on the California Screamin' roller coaster and Blaine squeezed his hand so tightly during the ride that Kurt claimed to have lost all feeling in it for several minutes. Despite Blaine's best efforts, he failed to get Kurt to go on the Tower of Terror ("It has 'Terror' in the name, Blaine. Not for all the Versace in Milan."), but he did get him on Ariel's Undersea Adventure where he snuck a kiss as they rode in their clamshell.

They had lunch at Pacific Wharf and fed each other bites of fresh, warm sourdough bread while watching the people stream by. "I think people watching is one of my favorite things to do at Disneyland," Blaine mused as a family passed by wheeling two giant strollers while trying to control five young children and five giant balloons. "All of these people from different places sharing the same experience. The little girls dressed as princesses, the older kids getting their first taste of freedom from their parents within the safety of the park, the people on dates," he made over-dramatic heart eyes at Kurt, "the —"

"The crying kids, the cranky parents, the moms who never seem to get to go on a ride because they're always staying behind with a baby…"

"Cynic."

"Idealist."

They grinned at each other, lost in the moment until the sound of a child screaming that he wanted an ice cream cone broke the spell.

Kurt dipped his fork back into the salad nestled inside his bread bowl and tore off a piece of the crusty bread with his other hand. "I was surprised to hear that you love music so much. I haven't really heard you listen to it much the whole time I've known you."

Blaine reached forward and brushed a bread crumb off of Kurt's chin. "I don't tend to listen to a lot of it when I'm on a job like this. I need to keep my concentration on other things."

"Well, I hereby demand that you send me your favorite playlists so that we can load them onto my iPod and into the car," Kurt said, his expression telling Blaine that there was no room for argument.

"Your wish is my command. I mostly listen to Top 40, but I have some favorites I can send you. It's been a while since I've listened to music just for pleasure. Lately I've been using it as a way to connect to the kids I'm protecting. It's amazing how much faster the older ones warm up to you when you can speak their language musically." Blaine looked down into the water surrounding the wharf, watching the ducks swim below them.

"That was definitely me as a kid." Kurt set his fork down on the tray and leaned forward, his arms resting on the table. "I was pretty insufferable most of the time and walked around like I thought I was so much better than everyone else. It was purely self-defense, of course, but it didn't exactly endear me to people. It wasn't until glee club in high school that things got better. Suddenly there were other people who lived for music just as much as I did, who felt the need to perform, to be seen, as much as I did. It was amazing to feel like I wasn't totally alone, that there were people that understood me, at least on that level. Mr. Schuester, the club advisor, wasn't perfect by any means and God knows I had my problems with some of his methods, but I owe him a big debt for introducing me to that. I don't know where I would be otherwise."

"I think high school was the biggest time for me musically as well. I used to have a playlist of songs that I'd listen to in order to psyche myself up or to help me with whatever problems I was facing at the moment." Blaine smiled at the memory, wondering if he still had those playlists somewhere.

"Me too!" Kurt sat up straight and pushed his tray off to the side. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. Here, I'll start. My 'I'll never let them get me down' song was Defying Gravity. It's a cliché, I know, but it worked."

"Hmm… mine was Invincible by Pat Benatar."

"Oh, an oldie, but a goodie. I approve." Kurt patted his hand only semi-condescendingly. "Okay, let's see…my go to song to get energized and excited was Just Dance by Lady Gaga."

"Strut by Adam Lambert."

Kurt looked down at the table and traced a scratch with his thumbnail, his expression somber. "When I was feeling discouraged about love, which was pretty often, I always played The Rose by Bette Midler.

Blaine absorbed this, amazed at how perfectly that song fit what he knew of Kurt. He hesitated, unsure if he was willing to reveal as much as Kurt had just done, but Kurt was looking up at him expectantly and he didn't want to disappoint him. "Umm…I guess I Can't Make You Love Me. The George Michael cover version." He looked down again at the ducks, trying to push thoughts of his parents and their abandonment from his mind. He felt a hand on his and turned to find Kurt looking at him with an expression he couldn't quiet identify in his eyes.

"You know, when I first moved to New York I was terrified. No school, no job, just ambition and a certainty about where I needed to be. Every day I played the song Piece of Sky from the movie Yentl. Do you know it?" Blaine nodded. "My friend Rachel is the biggest Barbra Streisand fan and introduced me to it. I remember listening to that song and thinking that it summed up my entire life. How was it that others thought they could tell me what I could do with my life? Tell me who I was supposed to be? I realized it was up to me," he gripped Blaine's hand tighter, "to us. We decide what to make of our lives. And if other people don't support that or can't figure out a way to love us? Forget them. They can't touch us. We'll find our own piece of sky."

Blaine blinked tears out of his eyes and lifted Kurt's hand to his mouth for a quick kiss. "You are the most magnificent man I've ever met, do you know that?" He wanted to say more, but he looked around and realized that people were wandering close to their table, looking for empty seats in the dining area. He stood up and grabbed his tray. "I think we've gotten a little heavy for a first date, don't you? Come on, there's more park to see." Kurt looked as if he might disagree, but followed Blaine's lead. They emptied their trays and held hands as they headed off for more adventure.

Blaine's favorite part of California Adventure was Buena Vista Street ("Of course it is, Blaine. It's short, neat, and old-fashioned just like you."), while Kurt loved Cars Land ("It kind of makes me nostalgic for home, though dad's garage was never that clean.") and got his picture taken with Lightning McQueen outside of the Cozy Cone Motel, which he immediately texted to his dad. As they finished up with the park Blaine bought Kurt an ice cream bar in the shape of Mickey's head, which he presented with a flourish worthy of a bouquet of long stemmed roses. Kurt voiced his moral concerns about eating the dessert ("It feels wrong. We just met him."), but didn't let that stop him from biting off Mickey's ear.

Blaine watched Kurt eat — his small teeth biting delicately into the treat, his tongue darting out to lick off a drip of melting ice cream — and felt the temperature rise a bit. He snuck a bite himself in an attempt to cool down, but was unable to look away from Kurt. He was amazed that no one else was looking at him. Not because they recognized him as someone famous, but because he was luminescent and spellbinding. He was torn between wanting to keep all of that beauty to himself and screaming out to everyone around to point out what they were missing.

Kurt glanced up and found Blaine staring at him. "Do I have something on my face?"

"Mmmm…" Blaine leaned forward and touched their lips together lightly before licking away a small bit of chocolate from the corner of Kurt's mouth. "Not anymore."

"Merci, kind sir."

=^..^=

They walked across the expansive entrance plaza back to Disneyland as they conferred with Raul and Juanita to see if there was anything in particular that the other couple wanted to do. As they came through the entranceway onto the end of Main Street, they saw lines of people gathered to get their photos taken with Pluto, who was wearing a pair of reindeer antlers, and Goofy, who was wearing a Santa hat. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him immediately into the closest line. They got a photo of themselves both kissing Pluto on the cheek and posed with Raul and Juanita for a picture with Goofy before continuing to walk down the street.

As they passed the Emporium store Kurt looked wistfully at a display of hats and scarves. "I wish it was colder. It doesn't really feel like it's almost Christmas when it's not freezing out."

"I love the weather here," Blaine disagreed. "You don't know what true hardship is until you live in a high humidity area with hair like this."

"Oh, my poor baby." Kurt knew how sensitive Blaine was about his hair and wished that there was something he could say to reassure him. He kind of liked the soft, puffy style that had emerged the few times that Blaine had neglected to pile gel on top of it. Even if the rest of the Disney trip had been a bust (which it hadn't, of course) it would have been worth it just to spend the day with Blaine and his au natural hair.

They stopped in the window of the candy shop and watched the candy makers dip caramel apples into chocolate and apply decorations to turn them into Donald, Mickey, Minnie and other characters. Kurt bought a Donald apple and had the server cut it up into pieces, unwilling to deal with the mess of eating it off of the stick. He and Blaine shared the treat as they walked towards the Adventureland gate.

The rode the rides and browsed the stores. They kissed while riding The Pirates of the Caribbean (and Splash Mountain and Big Thunder Mountain and in the back corner of The Enchanted Tiki Room) and held hands as they navigated the Tarzan tree house. Kurt was baffled when Blaine felt the need to buy a toy sword at the pirate themed store and nearly strained his eyes rolling them when he engaged in a mock sword battle with Captain Hook. Kurt took photos the whole time, partly embarrassed and partly captivated by Blaine's childlike behavior.

After riding the Nightmare Before Christmas themed Haunted Mansion for the third time in a row they retired to the Blue Bayou restaurant for dinner, sitting "outside" overlooking the boats setting off on the Pirates ride. Fake fireflies danced overhead as Kurt ordered the jambalaya, excited to try Cajun/Creole food for the first time and Blaine selected a Monte Cristo sandwich.

They talked softly over their food on subjects that had seemed too personal in the days before their relationship changed and discussed their biggest regrets and best memories. They shared a crème brûlée for dessert as they moved on to more lighthearted subjects. They talked about where they most wanted to travel (they both agreed that Paris was number one on their lists) and things they wanted to experience. When Kurt mentioned that one day he wanted to stay at the legendary Mii Amo spa in Sedona, Blaine admitted that he had never had a massage. Once he got over his shock and horror, Kurt vowed to include Blaine in his next spa appointment, declaring no one should live 25 years without experiencing a deep tissue massage, especially not someone with such a physical career.

They finished dinner just as the first performance of Fantasmic was starting and Blaine told Kurt he had a plan to get the best seats for the second showing. They went into a store in Adventureland and browsed a while to pass the time. As the sounds of the show got louder and more dramatic, Blaine bought a blanket decorated with zebra patterned Mickey heads and grabbed Kurt's hand to guide him through the thick crowd. They stood at the back of the gathered masses as the last notes of the show faded away and immediately pushed their way forward through the departing guests until they were standing at the edge of the Rivers of America.

Blaine spread the blanket down right near the railing, his chest puffed up a little at his victory and a smug smile on his face. Kurt thought he had never seen him look more proud. They lowered themselves down onto the blanket and Kurt sat between Blaine's legs, leaning back against his chest as they looked out over the water. They sat quietly for about half an hour, Kurt weaving an intricate life story about the duck who was leisurely swimming in the water in front of them. Just as he was winding down the epic tale of "Quacky the Disney Duck", the fireworks show over the castle started. They couldn't see the castle from their vantage point, but could see the fireworks bursting high overhead. Kurt tilted his head back on Blaine's shoulder, thinking that he would be content to stay there forever, wrapped tightly in Blaine's arm, colors exploding overhead. He hadn't had many truly content moments in his life; there was always something else intruding — worry about the future, fear of not meeting expectations, anger at people's prejudices and misconceptions — but not this time. This time everything was perfect and there were no cloudy thoughts on his horizon.

The fireworks ended and within minutes Fantasmic began. The music started and chills ran down Kurt's spine. He watched, entranced, as Mickey appeared and the film clips played on the fans of water spraying out of the river. When the boats carrying the princes and princess floated by, Blaine tightened his arms and Kurt felt a kiss on the side of his head. He twisted to the side until his lips were next to Blaine's ear. "You know, if you ever wanted to give up being a bodyguard you're a shoe-in for getting a job here as Prince Eric or Aladdin. You can use me as a reference." He felt the rubble of Blaine's laugh against his back and grinned.

Kurt gasped in alarm when the dragon appeared and began to set the river on fire. His little duck friend was still swimming in front of them and seemed to be just inches away from getting toasted by the flames. He sighed in relief as it escaped in the nick of time and he settled back against Blaine to watch Mickey save the day.

When the show was over, Kurt felt exhilarated and a little choked up and was happy to see that Blaine seemed similarly affected. They were saps, the both of them. He stood up and clapped. "Again! Again!"

They were soon swept up with the masses heading towards the exit, but were able to swim free to stop at the Emporium for a last bit of shopping. They went to the stuffed animal section and each picked a toy to buy. Kurt selected a small stuffed Eeyore and Blaine came up behind him, holding the matching Tigger.

"Awe," Kurt cooed as they held the toys together, "they go together."

"Then we chose wisely, because so do we," Blaine smiled.

As they left the store Kurt pulled Blaine into the little park at the end of Main Street and they looked back at the illuminated castle. "It was the perfect day," Kurt whispered as he wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders and hugged him close. "Best first date ever. Thank you."

They said goodbye to Raul and Juanita and made their way back to the car. The drive home was mostly silent. Kurt sat with his head resting on the back of the seat, turned so that he could watch Blaine. It was a face he had seen every day for months, but the shifting light from the passing headlights and street lights was bringing out angles and plains in his face that Kurt had never seen before.

He couldn't believe how wonderful the day had been. It shouldn't have been that special, after all they had spent nearly 24 hours a day with each other since the day they had met, but this had been different. It hadn't been Kurt, the actor, and Blaine, the bodyguard. It had been Kurt and Blaine, just another couple caught up in the magic of the happiest place on earth.

He was just about to doze off when he realized that no one had recognized them the whole day. There had been no whispering as he passed by, no requests for pictures. It really had been the perfect day.