The family was becoming accustomed to seeing a tiny boy with his eyes closed and snoring softly while snuggled up on furniture around the house. Blaine would take naps on the sofa's armrest, on the coffee table, across the windowsill with the late afternoon sunlight streaming through and even against the paper towel roll in the kitchen. On this particular Wednesday, however, he was curled up on Kurt's comforter again, sighing contently as every shift of his limbs made him sink ever so slightly into the mattress.

He didn't move an inch when he registered a heavy weight climb up on to the comforter and sink the mattress even more, but he did stir when he felt something soft and a little slimy lick against his cheek.

'W-wha-?' he mumbled groggily, blinking his eyes open, only to be confronted by the sight of a very pink and very enthusiastic tongue, licking away happily against one side of his face. 'Sebastian!'

The cat cackled gleefully and hopped down from the bed, just as Blaine sat up and proceeded to hastily wipe the saliva off his face with his sleeve. 'Ewww…'

'You know you love it!' Sebastian called back over his shoulder as he stalked out of the room.

'I did not,' Blaine huffed to himself in the empty bedroom. He looked over to the alarm clock and realized with a start that it was well past four o'clock. His date with Kurt was on Saturday and while he had the whole evening planned out in his head, he still hadn't organized anything yet. He scrambled to his feet and made his way across the large expanse of Kurt's bed to his iPhone.

He had some very important calls to make.

Kurt paced the carpet of his bedroom, wringing his hands slightly and trying to avoid running them through his neatly-coiffed hair. It had taken the hours that Blaine had been downstairs for Kurt to shower, go through at least seven outfit changes and prep and style his hair. Finn was having a boy's night at Pucks and his father and Carole were out to see a show, so it was just him, Blaine and whoever else seemed to be keeping Blaine company in the kitchen that Saturday night.

Kurt knew it was just going to be just dinner with Blaine, but the fact that it was a date made him considerably nervous, despite the company. He had finally decided on a simple grey blazer with dark fitted trousers, a white shirt with silver cufflinks and a steel-blue scarf tied around his neck. On his feet were his polished black-leather boots and while they made a heavy thumping sound as he treaded the carpet, he could barely hear them over the hammering of his overexcited heart.

Every now and again, he looked over to the carpet by the doorway, hoping to see a sign of the smaller boy. Kurt had promised to abide by Blaine's wishes and stay upstairs until Blaine came to collect him, but with every passing minute, he was growing anxious. A light tapping at his door made him stop in his tracks. He blinked and looked down, not seeing anyone at first but then his eyes noticed a small figure standing on the threshold.

Blaine's hair contained more gel than usual, but it made him look not unlike a leading man from a fifties Hollywood movie. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt and a black bow tie. He had a red rose petal in his suit pocket and was sporting black shiny leather dress shoes. Right away, Kurt believed he had found an outfit on Blaine that had surpassed even his sailor costume.

'Good evening, Kurt,' Blaine said, his eyes twinkling. 'I must say that you look handsome tonight.'

If there was ever an opportune time to blush, Kurt decided that this would be it. He was proud that his voice didn't waver when he answered him: 'Thank-you. I could say the same for you, you know.'

'Thanks,' Blaine replied, looking away for a moment. Kurt knelt down beside him. A light flush had colored Blaine's small cheeks. Kurt was going to comment on Blaine's tiny but obvious blush, but a rattle of utensils and an ow! sounding from downstairs made him pause.

'Should I be worried?' Kurt asked as a further clattering of pots and pans reached his ears. The pleasant scent of a warm dinner had wafted up to his room.

'No, they're just finishing up,' Blaine replied with a glance behind him.

'And Sebastian?'

'We managed to persuade him to spend the night in the laundry,' Blaine said. 'We gave him plenty of food and water and…I promised he could lick my face in exchange for the inconvenience.' He shuddered. 'But we can be sure that we won't be disturbed during our meal.'

The noises from downstairs had ceased. Blaine held out his hand and glanced up at Kurt with bright amber eyes.

'Shall we?' he asked. Kurt nodded, but he wondered how he could take Blaine's hand when it was smaller than the size of his finger. Blaine must have though the same thing, because he dropped his arms and made grabby-hands towards Kurt.

Kurt laughed and quickly scooped him up in his hand, smiling widely when Blaine let out an embarrassed chuckle from his palm. They made their way downstairs, the smell of food now even stronger and making their mouths water. When they entered the kitchen, Kurt couldn't help but let out a small gasp.

The kitchen was bathed in candlelight. There was a tall, thin candle in the center of the table while thicker candles had been placed on the kitchen counter, on the stove and by the windowsill. Three boys in Dalton uniforms stood waiting by the sink.

'Kurt, I don't think I've properly introduced you to these guys,' Blaine said. 'This is Wes, our distinguished chef for this evening.' Wes nodded to him and Kurt tried not to laugh at the formal tone of Blaine's voice. 'And this is Jeff and Nick, our…um…waiters and dishwashers for tonight.'

'And sous-chefs,' Jeff said, stepping away from the sink.

Wes snorted. 'Those positions vanished along with your first batch of burnt gravy.'

'Doesn't mean we can't cook,' Nick said, moving over to the kitchen counter.

'This is amazing,' Kurt said, sitting down at the table where Jeff had pulled out a chair for him. Blaine hopped off his hand and walked over to a makeshift table he used for meals, sitting down on a thimble which doubled as his chair. Nick placed a plate in front of both of them, the contents of it steaming hot.

'The first and, unfortunately, only course,' Wes announced. 'Lamb with potato and gravy and a side of roasted vegetables.'

'It looks delicious!' Kurt said, eyeing his plate appreciatively.

'Dessert's in the fridge,' Wes continued, as he and the other two boys began to leave the kitchen. 'Have a good evening, gentlemen.'

'Thanks, guys,' Blaine said to them.

'Anything to set the mood for you, Blaine,' Jeff said. He turned to Kurt. 'He's a sucker for romance.'

'Okay, thanks guys-'

'He goes on and on about it, and we're all very happy that he finally gets to experience some for himself.'

'Guys-'

'We're all waiting for a full report from him afterwards,' Nick added. 'We want to know all the details-'

'We're leaving!' Wes said impatiently, pushing the other two boys out the door.

Kurt again found himself alone with a blushing Blaine, and he looked around the room to avoid causing him further embarrassment. He was fascinated by how the kitchen had been transformed.

'I hope it's not too over the top,' Blaine remarked. 'I think Nick and Jeff may have got carried away with all the candles.'

'No, it's fine,' Kurt said. 'It's quite nice.' It did make everything feel more romantic, but he didn't want to bring the subject of romance up again in front of Blaine.

As he began to pick up his cutlery, he was immediately drawn to a single flower that had been placed in a glass vase on the table. It was a yellow rose, but under the faint light that the candles provided, he could see that the tips of the flower were coated in red.

'They grow those at Dalton,' Blaine said, following Kurt's line of sight. 'They aren't in bloom at the moment so I asked the guys to bring one back from the florist for you.'

'Thanks, that's very sweet,' Kurt said, touching the red-stained petals gently.

'You're welcome.' Blaine lifted up his knife and fork and grinned. 'I guess we can eat; I'm starving!'

Kurt's initial nervousness ebbed away rather quickly as he and Blaine fell into comfortable conversation while they ate. After Kurt had cleared away their plates, he stepped over to the fridge.

'So, what did Wes prepare for our next meal?' Kurt asked him, placing his hand on the fridge door.

'You mean our next course?' Blaine asked, laughing.

'Desserts are something I would classify as a meal,' Kurt said, opening the fridge and peeking inside. 'As they can be consumed day or night.'

'Of course,' Blaine said, and Kurt knew he was being humored. 'I told Wes he's got nothing on your souffl�s, so not to bother attempting it. I told him what your favorite was, so he made…'

'Chocolate cheesecake,' Kurt whispered, taking the cake out of the fridge and holding it up reverently as Blaine laughed again. He looked over at the smaller boy. 'You know me so well.'

After dessert had been consumed with much praise for Wes's superior cooking skills, Kurt blew out the candles and put them away before taking Blaine and the vase with the rose upstairs to his room.

'I have a gift for you,' Blaine said as Kurt placed him down gently at the front door of the dollhouse.

'Another gift?' Kurt said, surprised. 'You mean the rose and the cheesecake didn't count?'

'No, silly,' Blaine chided, disappearing into the house before reappearing seconds later. 'I forgot. I left it under your pillow this morning.'

'Now who's silly?' Kurt said, smiling at Blaine's burst of laughter. He picked Blaine up and placed him on his bed as he reached under his pillow. What he felt under there was something very soft, but a little coarser than the material of his pillow. He knew immediately what it was before he even pulled it out.

'I asked Carole if she could clean it and patch it up a little,' Blaine said, his eyes flicking from Kurt to the object resting in Kurt's hands.

'I…' Kurt began, staring down at the red beret in his fingers. He couldn't possibly take this.

'I know it's not a brand new gift and it is a little old, but I know how much you liked it when you first saw it,' Blaine said quickly, his voice a little uncertain.

'Blaine, it's lovely,' Kurt said, and he was still enamored with the beret since the day he first laid eyes on it. 'But this means a lot to you. I can't just accept it, it's not right…'

'But I want you to have it,' Blaine sighed, sitting down. 'You've taken me in and let me feel like I was a part of a family again, and I hadn't felt that way in so long.' He twisted his hands together nervously. 'And you mean a lot to me, so…'

Kurt felt his fingers slip from the beret as it lay in his lap. Blaine was talking to him but he wasn't really listening, because the sound of his heartbeat rang loudly in his ears. Without thinking, he reached over and picked Blaine up in his palm and brought him closer to his face. Blaine was still babbling, not having noticed that he was no longer resting on the comforter.

'…I just thought the color would look great on you and it would be a nice contrast against some of the items in your wardrobe, because you did tell me that red normally goes well with shades…'

Kurt nodded, bringing him closer. He had never felt the urge to do something so strongly before.

'…and it's still kinda cold outside so it can protect your ears against the wind and…well, I guess it would make you more look fashionable than anyone else out there, not that you already aren't, but-'

With his heartbeat still ringing in his ears, Kurt inched closer until Blaine looked up at him, his eyes wide and curious. Very swiftly, Kurt leaned down and gently pressed his lips to Blaine's cheek, letting it linger there for a little while as he relished the warm contact. There was a soft sound of his lips leaving smooth skin as he moved back to observe the expression on the other boy's face.

'Thank-you,' Kurt whispered, smiling softly.

Blaine's lips parted as if he was going to speak, but he remained silent. He raised his hand up to the cheek where Kurt had kissed him and let it rest there, staring back at Kurt with eyes that were filled with wonder.