It was late oneFriday nightwhen Kurt heard a tapping on his bedroom window. He was lounging on his four-poster bed, reading the very latest issue of Vogue when he had heard the beculiar sound. It started out quiet, but grew louder and louder by the minute, as though urging Kurt to approach it. Curious, he jumped up from the bed and strolled towards the window. The sight before him made him grin like a cheshire cat. Blaine Anderson was stood on the front porch below his window, looking cheesy as ever, with a bouquet of yellow roses in his hands and smiling up at Kurt. Kurt admired him from his upstairs window, his checkered top with a navy cardigan and tight jeans (very tight, Kurt blushed to himself) and signiture bow tie, he couldn't have looked any more like a dork if he tried. Kurt loved it. There were small stones scattered on the ground, obviously Blaine's weapons used for attacking Kurt's window, which he proceeded to open. "Is this the part where you ask me to let down my hair?" Kurt joked, yelling down to Blaine. "Of course not," Blaine replied, "You're much prettier than Repunzel." Kurt blushed to the tips of his ears and rolled his eyes, chuckling quietly at his boyfriend's cheesy antics. "So what brings you to harrass me at this hour, stalker?" Kurt teased. "I guess you'll find out if you come down, or were you just going to leave me standing out here all night?" Blaine cheekily raised his thick eyebrows. Kurt closed the window and crept down the stairs, careful not to wake his dad, Carole or Finn (not that the Finn part mattered, he slept like a log anyway). He slipped on his white dr martens and exited the house silently. Blaine was leaning against the post outside the door (looking like a model, Kurt might add) and smiled brightly, eyes glistening when Kurt came outside. Kurt gave Blaine a chaste kiss on the cheek and eyed the roses. Blaine noticed him looking (he had forgotten all about the flowers until now, the excitement of seeing Kurt getting the better of him) and quickly handed them to Kurt. "They're lovely!" Kurt smiled, placing them just outside the door (it would do for now) and turning back to his boyfriend. Blaine wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt and gazed into his crystal blue eyes. "Why are you here, anyway? I mean I'm glad and all, but it's like, what,12am?" Kurt laughed, sinking into blaines embrace. Blaine smiled and replied, "The stars look really prettytonight, and well..." Kurt's eyes widened as he smiled, grabbing Blaine's hand and walking back into the house, through to the garden, picking up the blanket from the living room along the way. He spread it out on the grass and lay down, urging Blaine to lie next to him. Blaine put his arm around Kurt and Kurt nuzzled into Blaine's chest. He was so warm. Blaine was watching the stars intently, but Kurt found that boring and only had eyes for Blaine. He watched him and silently adored him, but Blaine caught Kurt's gaze and smiled, kissing him. They cuddled closer and just enjoyed each other's company, wishing they could freeze the moment because it was just perfect. "I love you," Kurt whispered. "I love you, too." Blaine replied, smiling at Kurt with joy in his eyes. They exchanged a loving look and returned to watching the stars, feeling blisfully happy and in love.