Kurt handed Blaine a small white envelope. His face had morphed to an emotionless mask. On the envelope in Kurt’s curly script were the words ‘Pack Your Bags’. Blaine’s initial excitement from the amazing breakfast dwindled, and a confused sense of panic flooded his senses. Was Kurt divorcing him? There had been no problems - they were happy as far as Blaine could see. He looked at the envelope in horror, terrified to know what the contents were.

“Just open it, dummy.” Kurt said with a soft laugh.

This eased Blaine slightly. He opened the envelope carefully; there was still a small amount of fear as to what it contained, and he couldn't seem to keep his hands from shaking. When he opened it, he squeaked and looked at Kurt wide-eyed, shocked and excited at the contents. Kurt grinned and nodded.

“Kurt! Plane tickets to Paris, really? Paris, France ... the city of love?” He beamed.

“Yes, my dear, sweet, puppy-Blaine - an anniversary weekend in Paris, the most romantic city in the world. Now eat your breakfast and then we’ll pack, our flight is at one.”

Blaine ate quickly and proceeded to pack. He’d always wanted to go to Paris with Kurt. Walking down the Champs Elysees, climbing up the Arc de Triomphe, kissing Kurt at the top of the Eiffel Tower at midnight, late night walks along the Seine. It was the perfect place for them to celebrate their first year of marriage - so romantic, so beautiful, so them.

They arrived in Paris late that evening. They ate dinner on the Seine and watched the lights dance on the Eiffel Tower, walking along the river bank with their arms linked. They smiled and laughed as they shared memories. The next day the couple arose early.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Blaine chimed.

“Morning, my dear.” Kurt smiled.

They ordered room service for breakfast. The sat on the balcony looking out at the view of Paris eating croissants and brioche. From their hotel room they could see all the landmarks - Sacré Coeur, Notre Dame, La Louvre and the Eiffel Tower. The day was amazing ... Kurt bought Blaine red and yellow roses, just like the ones he'd given in congratulations for his stunning audition for West Side Story in senior year. They'd climbed the Arc De Triomphe, and Blaine took Kurt shopping on the Champs Elysees. They climbed the Eiffel Tower and as Notre Dame struck midnight Blaine kissed Kurt, dipping him, Kurt’s eyes shining in the light of the tower.

When they returned to their room Kurt had had a beautiful midnight picnic laid out for them, with chocolate-covered strawberries, white wine and small heart shaped candies. They fed each other the strawberries and candies, they snuggled close and lay next to the fire, and fell asleep in each other’s arms … it was the perfect end to the perfect anniversary.

~~~

“Blaine - that song … we…”

“Yes, we did.”

“You remembered ...”

“Of course I did.”

Blaine looked at Kurt and mopped up his tears on his sleeve, then stood up with a smile and held out his hand to Kurt.

“Excuse me, may I have this dance?”

“Yes ... yes, you may.”

Kurt stood up and took Blaine's hand. Blaine spun Kurt into him, holding him close, and placing one hand on his hip. Blaine swayed them softly, singing gently in Kurt's ear, resting his chin on his shoulder. They danced for what felt like hours, staying close in one another’s arms, feeling like the past three weeks hadn’t happened. They were interrupted by a loud knock at the door which Blaine insisted on answering, returning moments later with a big bunch of roses and a beautiful corsage with a blue ribbon.

“Kurt, these are for you.” Blaine grinned, extending the roses and hiding the corsage box behind his back. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

Kurt smiled. “Blaine, they’re gorgeous - thank you. But what’s that behind your back?”

“Nooooooothing” said Blaine evasively.

“You’re hiding something.”

“No, I’m not.” said Blaine grinning.

“Yes, you are - lemme see!”

“Later, baby ... later.”

“Hmm ... alright.” Kurt pouted.

“Kurt, get dressed up nice - I’m taking you out to dinner.” Blaine muttered softly into his husband's ear.

“I always dress nice.”

“You know what I mean.”

~~~

Blaine offered his arm to Kurt.

"May I escort you to our ride, good sir?"

Kurt laughed. "Yes - yes, you may."

Kurt and Blaine walked down to the street as they left their apartment building, and Kurt looked out and saw the beautiful carriage waiting for them. Kurt had always wanted to take a carriage ride through New York since they'd moved there 8 years ago - they'd just never found the time. But now, Blaine had found the perfect moment.

“Blaine, I -"

"I know … I remembered."

Tears welled in Kurt's eyes, Blaine remembered about the song and the carriage - he obviously still loved Kurt … a lot. That fact made it hurt so much more that Blaine had cheated, Blaine still loved him but had slept with another man.

“Blaine, its beautiful - but … never mind"

“But should we be doing this seeing as I cheated, and hurt you?" said Blaine knowingly. He'd always been able to tell what was bothering Kurt, who simply nodded sadly.

"Well it is our anniversary … although I fucked up royally, I still want you to feel special, even if this is our last one because you decide you can't forgive me. I really wouldn't blame you if you can't, Kurt. If it makes you uncomfortable we can pretend it’s a date, or we can just not do it at all - I just wanted to make you smile again. I can't bear that I made it go away ..." Blaine said on the brink of tears, knowing how much he'd hurt Kurt - and knowing he didn’t really deserve this second chance.

“Oh, Blaine ..." Kurt choked out. "It's amazing, and as I've said, I don’t think I can ever fully forgive you, but we can move on … and I think a special date on our four-year wedding anniversary is a great idea."

Kurt walked towards Blaine, stared into his eyes and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to his lips. He blinked and let the tears fall, watching as Blaine's face mirrored his own. The tears made the kiss wet and salty and the two men pulled away.

"Your carriage awaits, my dear." Blaine gestured, smiling through his tears as he helped Kurt into the carriage and climbed up too. Blaine produced the small box containing Kurt's corsage.

“Blaine?”

“It’s a wrist corsage, with a blue ribbon to match your eyes.”

“It’s lovely - Blaine, you really are amazing sometimes … you can still take my breath away.”

They snuggled together on the carriage ride keeping each other warm. The carriage pulled up outside the Museum of Modern Art. Kurt smiled as Blaine helped him down from the carriage and lead him in to ‘The Modern’, the french restaurant Kurt had always wanted to go to. The waitress lead them to the back room, which Blaine had had decked out with fairy lights. Kurt clapped a hand to his mouth.

“Blaine, it’s beautiful! I’ve always wanted to eat here.” he exclaimed in awe as he looked around the room.

“Well, like I said, I wanted tonight to be special… especially after everything that's happened.”

“Let’s forget about that - just forget it … for tonight at least, and let’s just enjoy our anniversary.”

“I’d like that” Blaine nodded, smiling as he pulled out a chair for Kurt to sit down.

The two men sat, ate and laughed as they relived happy memories and thought back to their wedding day.

“You looked so incredible.” Blaine gushed. “I must admit, I was a pretty nervous, scared you weren’t going to turn up, but then as your dad walked you down the aisle towards me all of that vanished - all my fear and nerves just disappeared. All I saw was you, walking down the aisle ready to start your life with me ...” He cast his eyes downward, ashamed of himself and all that he'd done.

“I was nervous too. I’d been such a bitch in the weeks building up to it, and I thought maybe you wouldn’t show … and that got me kinda mad at you.  I mean you proposed to me and you were going to leave me at the altar, in my mind. Part of me thought you couldn’t love me after the yelling I did, but then I saw you looking at me, this kind-of adoration in your eyes, and you looked so happy ... so adorable, and I fell for you all over again.” said Kurt, his cheeks flushing pink at his admission.

Blaine beamed and Kurt smiled back. Blaine adored Kurt's smile - it’s what had drawn him so strongly to him in the first place. He’d missed it too ... it lit up his entire being and made him glow.

“God, I love that smile.” Blaine blurted and Kurt chuckled, hiding his face. “It's true, Kurt - your smile is amazing … it’s what made me realise how much I was falling for you”

Kurt blushed again. “Yours was for me, too.”

“Mister Anderson, your midnight tour is about to start, if you and your husband would care to follow me?” A tall, blonde woman interrupted them quietly.

“Yes, of course.” said Blaine.

“Midnight tour?”  asked Kurt, his curiosity piqued.

“Yup.”

Blaine offered his arm to Kurt and then followed the woman into the Museum of Modern Art, where they enjoyed champagne and a quiet tour of the museum, admiring the works of art, smiling and laughing.

When they had finished looking around, Blaine took Kurt back out to the carriage where the driver took them to Central Park. They shared a romantic walk in the moonlight, and Blaine stopped under their tree. He pulled out a small Tiffany box and handed it to Kurt.

“It’s just a little something.”

“Your gift's at home.” Kurt said quietly as he opened the box tentatively, gasping with surprise when he glimpsed the diamond cufflinks nestled inside. “Ohmigod, Blaine! Really? I've wanted these for ages!”

“I know - I thought you’d like them.”

“Oh, I do ... I love them.” Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's neck and hugged him tightly. They walked back to the apartment and Kurt ran ahead to fetch Blaine's anniversary  present.

“Okay, so I bought this a while ago, and I thought it was pretty …”

Kurt handed Blaine a little, square box. Blaine opened it to reveal a small heart-shaped locket, glancing up at Kurt with a gentle smile.

“It’s lovely.”

“Open it.”

Blaine did so and inside was a small image of Kurt and Blaine - a photo of their first kiss as a married couple.

“Kurt,” Blaine choked in barely more than a whisper. “It’s amazing.”

He placed it around his neck, tears pooled in his eyes. Kurt was amazing … he was the best friend, boyfriend, fiancé, and husband that anyone could possibly ask for.

“We should sleep - it’s getting late and we have work and counselling tomorrow.” Kurt said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, we should.”

The couple got ready for bed and snuggled down under the covers.

“Thank you Blaine, tonight was amazing. Best anniversary date, I think.”

“What? Even better than Paris?”

Kurt nodded. “Mhmm, even better than Paris.”

Blaine smile “Yeah?”

“Yes." Kurt insisted, biting back a grin. "Now sleep tight, Blaine.”

“G'night Kurt.”

The two men fell into dreamless sleeps, both happy and content that the date went well.