“You should cancel any and all plans you might have for Sunday night, Kurt.”

“And why should I do that?”

“Because it is our three month-versary and I am taking you out.”

“Oh, darn. As a matter of fact, I already had plans to take my gorgeous boyfriend out on a fantastic date that I’ve been planning for the better part of a week.”

“Kuuuuuuurt!”

“Blaaaaaine!”

“I though it was my turn...”

“Oh stop pouting. Since when did we start taking turns?”

“I don’t know! I just thought... Hey! Stop! Don’t... you know I can’t resist you when you look at me like that... UGH... Fine! Your date’s probably better anyway.”

“Unless you got me tickets to Broadway, it probably is.”

“No, I didn’t... I’m never going to be able to top that, am I?”

“You could, you never know.”

“Alright, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise!”

“KUUUUUURT!”

Sunday arrived, and Kurt asked Blaine to be ready at six, dressed casually.

“My, my, you sure look handsome tonight. Got a hot date?” Cooper smirked when Blaine walked out of his room.

“As a matter of fact, I do. It’s my and Kurt’s three-month. He’s got a surprise date planned.”

“Oooooo... I hope it’s kinky.”

“Shut up.”

There was a knock at the door. “You two love birds have fun!”

“So what are we doing tonight?” Blaine asked as they climbed into the waiting taxi. 

“Well... first, I’m going to kiss you....” Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine’s. “... And then we’re going to go to dinner. I know this great place by Central Park. And then I’ve got a few other things planned after that.”

“Mmmm, I think we should revisit that first thing again. At least until we get to the restaurant.”

“Oh, hmmm, well, I guess we could do that.”

They kissed, slow and lazy, kisses full of love and contentment, until the cabbie cleared his throat.

“Meter’s still runnin, guys.” Blushing, Kurt handed him the fare.

“Um... Kurt, this is Soleil. It’s impossible to get a reservation here. I know, I tried.”

“I have my ways. Come on!”

Hand in hand, they bypassed the line at the doorway and were led to a table in the back. It was quiet and intimate, and they dined undisturbed and happy, sharing kisses and bites of food over the candlelit table like the silly romantics they were.

“Now what?” Blaine asked after they had eaten their fill and left the restaurant.

“How about we walk?” Kurt nodded to Central Park.

Fingers laced, they strolled along the sidewalk.

“Blaine,” Kurt began after awhile, “On our first date, you made one of my dreams come true. And lately, with everything that’s happened, I’ve just been thinking about how I haven’t paid very much attention to your dreams.”

“No--”

“Please, let me finish. I need to. I guess I’ve been afraid that your dreams would take you away from me. I know you don’t want to make coffee for the rest of your life. You’re better than that.

“When you were in the hospital, Cooper told me about how you’ve always loved to sing and perform. He said you majored in music in college and you used to perform Wednesdays at a bar.

And I remembered, in the back of my mind, that you mentioned that to me, but I never asked about it. I never took time to go listen to you play.

“So I guess what I’m saying is... I’m sorry. And I won’t let you neglect your dreams anymore.”

“You don’t need to apologize, Kurt! I appreciate it, I really do, but it’s not your fault I stopped singing at Lena’s. Honestly, I’ve just been focusing on a new dream…

And its you, Kurt. You’re my new dream. You are what’s most important to me now.”

“It’s so, so wonderful to hear you say that,” Kurt breathed. And it was. To be a priority rather than an afterthought? It was more than Kurt could have asked for.

“So I guess that brings us to your surprise, then,” Kurt stopped walking and turned to face his boyfriend. “Blaine, I want to hear you sing. I booked you a spot at The Attic. You go on at ten. Tonight.”

“OH MY GOD. Kurt, are you serious?”

“Yeah, is that ok? I know it’s really short notice, but...”

“OF COURSE! Of course it’s OK! It’s fucking amazing, Kurt! It’s The Attic! They ALWAYS have scouts there!”

“Yes, they do. In fact, there’s one who is coming tonight just to hear YOU sing.”

“WHAT??”

“You know my friend Rachel? Well, since she’s broken into show biz, she knows a lot of people and she asked one of her friends, an agent, to come tonight.”

“Oh. My. God. I can’t believe it!”

“Yeah, well, you better be as good as Cooper says you are because Rachel’s reputation rests on it!”

“I won’t let her down! I promise. Oh my god, THIS IS THE BEST DATE EVER!”

Kurt laughed happily as Blaine pulled him into a crushing hug, lifting and spinning him around before kissing him fully on the mouth. 

“So, do you know what you’re going to sing?”

“I’ve got an emergency set list standing by. I just need my guitar!”

“Oh, Coop’s bringing it to The Attic.”

“You told him?”

“Yeah. I know how important he is to you. I really couldn’t have done any of this without his help. He’s a really great guy. You’re lucky to have him.”

“I’m lucky to have both of you.”

Quinn was there with Rachel and the agent. Puck came, too, and the four of them were sitting with Cooper at a table in front of the stage when Kurt and Blaine arrived. It was thrilling, Kurt thought, to be here with people who loved him—his family. It was a beautiful revelation.

When it was finally Blaine’s time to shine, Kurt hollered as loud as he could. And Blaine took his breath away, up there on that stage, before a single note was sung. Kurt gasped audibly at the way the lights illuminated his olive skin, and at the way Blaine looked so completely at home on that stage, like it had been made for him and him alone.

Blaine started tapping out a beat on the body of his guitar, playing with the controls at his feet. Switching to a different rhythm, he did the same, and with two taps of his foot, both beats played simultaneously in the background.

His fingers moved to dance on the guitar’s neck while the other hand picked and strummed and then, then he opened his mouth.

God, he was GOOD. It was unequivocal, what Kurt was hearing and he mentally kicked himself for taking so long to discover it.

Blaine jumped and swayed and moved and worked the crowd like it was his fucking job, and then and there Kurt knew that it should be.

“Hey guys, I’m Blaine Anderson,” Blaine spoke to the crowd after finishing his first song. He fiddled with the controls at his feet again. “Thanks for sitting here and listening to me tonight. This next song’s for a special guy in my life.”

By the end of the song, Kurt was grinning like an idiot, but he didn’t care. His boyfriend just sang him a love song! It was cheesy and dopey and perfect in every way.

Blaine played two more songs, slowing it down first with some Broadway, and then ending with a bang, with the crowd on their feet and singing along with him. (“Hey, I like to mix it up a little,” he had said, justifying the fact that he was about to cover an old pop dance anthem circa 2012.)

He really knew what he was going, Kurt decided, because every song he chose to sing highlighted his incredible vocal range and talent. And he left Kurt speechless and so insanely proud. That was HIS boyfriend. Blaine was HIS. 

Blaine met everyone at the table a few minutes later, looking exhausted, sweaty and over the moon. He thanked them all for coming, and then Rachel introduced him to Daniel Rochester, her agent friend.

Daniel gestured to the bar and offered to buy Blaine a drink. Pressing a quick kiss to Kurt’s cheek, Blaine followed him. Quinn, Rachel, and Puck said their goodbyes, leaving Kurt and Cooper at the table, necks craning to see Blaine and Daniel deep in conversation.

“Blaine seems so much better,” Kurt remarked. “And I don’t just mean tonight.”

“I really think those sessions with Dr. Rosado are helping. Has he said anything to you about them?”

“No, and I don’t push him to. He’ll tell me in his own time if he needs to.”

“You’re a good man, Kurt.”

“So what do you think they’re talking about?” Kurt nodded towards the bar. 

“Oh, all the record deals and Grammy awards Blaine’s going to get and all the mad money it’s going to make Daniel.”

“You think Daniel wants to represent him?”

“He’d be a fool not to.”

As it turned out, Daniel did want to rep Blaine. Blaine was to come by Daniel’s office the next day and they’d figure out the details there.

“Thank you so much for tonight, baby. All of it. I’m just... blown away.”

“I’d do anything for you, Blaine. I love you.”

A few tears sprang to Blaine’s eyes, and his voice cracked with emotion when he spoke. “I love you, too.”

“You guys are adorable.”

“Don’t ruin our romantic moment, Cooper!”

Kurt giggled. “Hey, Blaine?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you, um... want to come h-home with me tonight?”

Blaine’s breath hitched, mouth slightly ajar, eyes searching Kurt’s.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t--”

“Yes,” Blaine interrupted. “Yes.”

Cooper flagged down a cab; Kurt and Blaine climbed in the backseat.

“Have a great time boys! Practice safe sex!” Cooper yelled embarrassingly loud before closing the door on two very shocked, very red faces.

“I really hate him sometimes."