"Blaine." Kurt snapped his fingers. "Blaine, are you in there?"

"Hmm...?" Blaine murmured, slowly coming back from his reminiscing.

"I've been trying to bring your attention back to me for almost a minute. Where were you?" Kurt asked, grinning.

"Same place you were when I got here," Blaine said with a smile of his own.

Kurt frowned, puzzled for a moment. Then his eyes lit up and a smile split his face. "You were remembering, weren't you?"

Blaine nodded.

"You know..." Kurt started, then paused and bit his lip.

"What?" Blaine asked. "Come on, we're always honest with each other. You don't have to censor your thoughts around me."

Kurt shook his head, smirking. He strode out of the kitchen to the living room. Upon hearing Blaine's footsteps following him, he called out, "Stay there for a minute, okay?"

Blaine paused just inside the doorway, trying to figure out what Kurt could possibly be up to.

"Okay!" He heard Kurt's voice...from upstairs? Had he gone to his bedroom? "Come on up!"

Blaine walked up the stairs slowly, still trying to figure out what Kurt could possibly have up his sleeve. As he approached Kurt's bedroom, he could hear music playing faintly. He strained his ears, trying to hear what song Kurt had chosen. If he could just figure that out, maybe he could determine what Kurt was trying to surprise him with.

He reached Kurt's bedroom and noticed that the door was closed. He knocked sharply on it...just in case.

Kurt whipped the door open, startling Blaine and causing him to leap backwards. Kurt giggled.

"So...what are you up to?" Blaine asked, trying to peer around the door. All he could see of Kurt was his upper body; the rest was covered by the door. "What song are you listening to?" He stepped forward, intent on entering the room, when Kurt pulled the door open the rest of the way and began to sing...

"You think I'm pretty..."

"...without any makeup on," Kurt sang, slowly backing into the room.

Blaine stood in the doorway, mouth hanging open.

"You think I'm funny...when I tell the punchline wrong," Kurt continued, moving around his room to stand behind his bed.

Blaine stepped into the bedroom, mouth still agape.

"I know you get me...so I'll let my walls come down...dooown..." Kurt smiled shyly before continuing to sing.

"Before you met me...I was a wreck...but things were kinda heavy," Kurt's lips turned down into a frown, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"You brought me to life," the smile was back, his shoulders straight and proud once again. "Now every February...you'll be my valentine...valentine."

"Let's go all the way tonight," Kurt felt his cheeks heat up and noticed a blush creeping up on Blaine's as well. "No regrets, just love." He stepped forward, taking Blaine's hands in his. "We can dance until we die," he tugged on Blaine's hands, coaxing him to dance a little. "You and I...we'll be young forever." He held on to the last note just a little too long as he released Blaine's hands and stepped away.

"You make me," he burst into the chorus, pointing both hands at Blaine. "Feel like I'm living a Teenage Dream."

"The way you turn me on..." Kurt felt his cheeks heating again. "I can't sleep..." oh, if Blaine only knew how true that line is, Kurt thought.

"Let's run away..." he grabbed Blaine's hand, dragging his boyfriend out of the bedroom and toward the stairs. "And don't ever look back...don't ever look back." They raced down the stairs, stumbling slightly as they reached the main floor. Kurt released Blaine's hand, stepping down into the living room and leaving Blaine standing at the foot of the stairs.

"My heart stops..." Kurt placed his hands over his heart. "When you look at me..." He pointed at Blaine, locking his blue eyes with Blaine's hazel ones. "Just one touch..." He stepped forward, trailing a finger down Blaine's arm.

"Now baby I believe...this is real." Kurt stepped back into the living room, bouncing from one foot to another.

"So take a chance..." he stepped forward again, grabbing Blaine's hand and tugging him towards the front door.

"And don't ever look back...don't ever look back..."

Kurt tugged the door open, dragging Blaine outside.

"We drove to Cali...and got drunk on the beach..." He released Blaine's hand and moved to the other side of his car, laying his upper body across it and holding Blaine's eyes.

"Got a motel and...built a fort out of sheets..." Kurt disappeared from Blaine's view as he circled the Navigator.

"I finally found you..." Kurt appeared from the rear of the vehicle, reaching forward to grab Blaine's hand once again.

"My missing puzzle piece..." he leaned forward, his lips close to Blaine's ear. "I'm complete."

The boys began jogging around the house as Kurt continued singing, "Let's go all...the way tonight. No regrets...just love.."

They reached the back yard as Kurt belted out, "We can dance...until we die...you and I...we'll be young forever." He nearly lost the note as Blaine started to dance. Blaine let go of Kurt's hands so he would be more free to move.

"You make me.." Kurt launched into the chorus.

"Feel like...I'm living a Teenage Dream..." Blaine joined in, no longer willing to just stand by and watch Kurt perform.

"The way you turn me on..." Both boys blushed and giggled. "I can't sleep...Let's run away..." They joined hands again, racing around the yard as they sang. "And don't ever look back...don't ever look back..."

They stopped in a corner, releasing their hands and hopping from one foot to the other, perfectly in sync. "My heart stops..." they pressed their hands to their chests. "When you look at me..." They pointed at each other, and Blaine winked, causing Kurt to giggle and nearly skip the next lyrics.

"Just one touch.." They reached out their right hands, each trailing a finger down the other's left arm.

"Now baby I believe...this is real..." Their hands linked together once more. "So take a chance...and don't ever look back...don't ever look back."

Kurt pressed a finger to Blaine's lips to prevent him from singing for a moment. He pressed his hand to Blaine's chest. "I might get your heart racing..." He moved his hands to his hips, running them down his thighs. "In my skin-tight jeans...be your teenage dream tonight..."

He reached for Blaine's hands, and placed them on his hips, covering them with his own hands. "Let you put your hands on me...in my skin-tight jeans..." Kurt reached up and rested his hands on Blaine's cheeks. "Be your teenage dream tonight."

"You make me..." Blaine joined in once again. "Feel like I'm living a Teenage Dream." He spun Kurt around. "The way you turn me on..." Again, both of them blushed and giggled. "I can't sleep..."

They took off running once more, hands linked between them. "Let's run away...and don't ever look back...don't ever look back."

They paused in the middle of the yard, hands pressed to their hearts. "My heart stops...when you look at me."

"Just one touch..." They each pressed a hand to the others' cheek. "Now baby I believe..." They started running again. "This is real...so take a chance and don't ever look back...don't ever...look back."

Kurt stopped running as he sang the last lyrics. "I might get your heart racing...in my skin-tight jeans...be your teenage dream tonight..." He and Blaine stood, facing one another, their chests heaving from exertion.

"...Let you put your hands on me...in my skin-tight jeans...be your teenage dream tonight."

And as Kurt sang the final note, Blaine tackled him, slamming them both to the ground.

"Oof." The air rushed out of Kurt's lungs. He glared at Blaine. "Why did you do that? I'm going to be COVERED in grass stains!"

"I'll pay for the damages. Promise." Blaine chuckled. "You honestly expected me not to jump you after that? Have you looked at yourself lately?"

Kurt squirmed beneath Blaine, his eyes downcast.

Blaine's expression softened, the smile fading from his face and eyes. "Kurt?"

Blaine watched as Kurt's cheeks flushed, but the other boy still wouldn't look at him.

Blaine sighed, placing a hand on Kurt's cheek while using the other to prop himself up. "Come on, look at me. What did I say?"

Kurt still wouldn't meet his eyes. Blaine huffed out a breath before sliding down Kurt's body slightly and resting his chin on Kurt's chest. He reached forward, placing a hand on either side of Kurt's face, his thumbs lightly brushing the soft skin of his cheeks. Neither of them spoke for a few moments. Kurt's chest rose and fell steadily as he breathed, and Blaine continued stroking his cheeks, still watching Kurt and waiting for Kurt to respond.

"Why?" The word fell from Kurt's lips, almost too quiet for Blaine to hear.

"...why...what?" Blaine asked. Kurt was usually very easy for him to read, but, right now, Blaine had no idea what Kurt was thinking.

"Why did you ask if I'd looked at myself lately?" Kurt asked, his chin tilting down slightly to look into Blaine's eyes.

Blaine was quiet for a moment, trying to read the expression on Kurt's face. His boyfriend's eyes could hold so many emotions and could express what Kurt was feeling better than his words. And...there it was. The reason why Kurt seemed so unsettled by Blaine's words, why Kurt had grown so serious.

"You really don't see how beautiful you are, do you?" Blaine asked. Kurt's eyes widened. Blaine felt Kurt's chest rise sharply as he gasped.

Blaine dropped his hands to his sides, levering himself up to hover above Kurt.

"How?" Blaine asked, trying to keep the disbelief in his voice to a minimum. "How do you not see it? You spend so much time choosing your outfits, and taking care of your outward appearance..." Blaine trailed off as he watched Kurt's eyes steadily growing brighter, tears shining in them. I'm saying this all wrong. Fix it, Blaine. Fix it! Blaine sighed, then rocked back on his heels and stood up. He held out an arm for Kurt. "Come on. Let's go inside. I want to show you something."

Blaine led Kurt back inside the house and up the stairs to Kurt's bedroom. He led Kurt to the small area where Kurt's vanity was set up and sat down on the bench, tugging Kurt down beside him. Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders, pulling him close.

"Okay," Blaine said. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

Kurt sighed. He briefly considered trying to distract Blaine from whatever he was trying to do. However, since Blaine hadn't been swayed earlier, Kurt really didn't see the point in trying again. "I'm too pale," he began quietly. "My hair looks terrible if I don't take the time to style it. My nose is too big; my lips are too red. And my teeth-"

"Stop." Blaine cut him off. Kurt stopped speaking, his teeth gnawing on his lower lip. Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's cheek, locking eyes with him in the reflection of the mirror.

"I love your skin. I love how soft it is beneath my hands, how well it contrasts with my own." He reached up, tugging at Kurt's bangs that were swept to the side. "I love your hair, no matter what you do with it." Blaine reached around, tweaking Kurt's nose. "Your nose is just right." Kurt's expression relaxed slightly.

Blaine's fingers trailed lightly over Kurt's lips. "I never want to hear you say bad things about your lips. They are beautiful. In fact..." Blaine angled himself toward Kurt, placing his hands on Kurt's cheeks.

"I think I'll show you just how much I love them," he said, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Kurt's.

Kurt's response was hesitant. He didn't seem entirely unwilling, but Blaine didn't want to feel obligated to participate. Blaine pulled away, resting his forehead on Kurt's.

"What now?" he asked.

Kurt looked away, leaning back and shifting uncomfortably. "I just..." Kurt moved further away from Blaine, standing up and facing away from him.

"I'm having a hard time believing you, I guess."