Whoa! Late update much? Sorry guys! I've been busier than a bee in the springtime. This is very fluffy; it may fill you with sunshine and bubbles as a result of too many Sara Bareilles songs and many romantic comedies. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, sorry this isn't written in the holiday spirit!

A bumpy and complicated car ride awaited the pair of friends. The road wasn't to blame, but rather Blaine's judgment of when to turn and what exits to take. Said judgment was faulty. Beyond faulty. He would take a left when the green arrow was about to flicker away and turn right on red without bothering to look at oncoming traffic. Impatient was an understatement. This left a confused Kurt, trying to keep up without getting crushed by various cars. He could have sworn that he had seen the same black Lexus three times and it had nearly rear-ended him during each encounter.

Kurt had narrowed the reason for Blaine's driving ability to two reasons: Blaine had either a faulty GPS or bought his way out of Driver's Ed.

Somehow, they both escaped traffic unscathed and their cars managed to fly out of traffic without a scratch. Now, Blaine didn't bother to say he had been given a few nasty hand signals on the way to his home. Why bring up what didn't matter? Everyone needed a little excitement, even balding men on their way to the mall for a Christmas shopping adventure. What balding man didn't want to be cut off in traffic by a glamorous young singer? Blaine couldn't help that his singing along to a mix tape of Disney songs had much more importance over safe driving habits.

Thankfully for Kurt, all the pair had to do was navigate their ways through the streets of Blaine's gated neighborhood, where the smallest house resembled a highly expanded enchanted cottage and the largest house was the size of a fairytale cottage's accompanying twelve-wing chateau. Compared to Lima's best neighborhood, where the homes were custom built from three thousand to six thousand square feet, Blaine's neighborhood was a Versailles compared to, well, a dingy apartment in Paris.

Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster that Kurt was not in Blaine's car, because his eyes were the size of saucers and his caution level was immediately bumped to over 9000. He had a hunch that even a few roof tiles, all were slate or clay, cost more than a Marc Jacobs shoe. Needless to say, Blaine's parents had money.

Suddenly, Blaine's car diverted to the left and with a sigh Kurt took a sharp turn to follow him. They approached a house so beautiful, Kurt nearly gasped. Not only did it have a guesthouse, it had an entire guest cottage that seemed to be the size of Kurt's own home. The house itself was a sight to behold, a vast home in the Tuscany style. Even in the winter, the home seemed to exude sunshine and warmth. Blaine was one lucky fellow. Kurt sighed; Blaine was more of a dreamboat than a human being.

They both pulled up to the massive circular driveway and Blaine quickly ran to Kurt's door, a large grin on his face.

"Sorry about the ride man, Helga, my GPS broke and now I can't find my way anywhere without actually seeing where I'm supposed to turn."

"It's alright, next time just try and not get me killed. I seriously think that Black Lexus was ready to total my car." Kurt smiled and opened his door. The pair quickly walked out of the cold and into the warmth of the spacious home. The spacious home which was bursting with life, even without occupants. Classical music was drifting from his parents' room, a phone was ringing, a dog was barking, and a fountain was most definitely trickling; a fountain that was in the open courtyard of the home.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand (a common action) and dragged him to the kitchen. How couldn't Kurt blush? He felt like he was in a movie, a movie he never wanted to end. A movie he wished he could replay over and over again. Where was a TiVo when you needed one?

Blaine and Kurt ran to the pantry, a pantry the size of a room, and grabbed some snacks and drinks.

While Kurt was flustered, Blaine was worrying that his hand would soon be detaching itself to escape his sweaty palms. Thankfully, he was wearing gloves as to avoid a very awkward situation. He couldn't find words to say how nervous he was. He was in is home with the boy of his dreams and knew not how to work this situation to benefit both of them. Hell, he didn't have a clue to as if Kurt liked him or not. He couldn't fathom how Kurt could even possibly romantically consider him; Blaine even disliked himself at times, what with his nerdy hobbies and his bushy eyebrows.

He just wanted to know. He needed a plan to see if Kurt liked him or not. He needed a sign.

"How about that movie?" Blaine smiled.

They then fell down the rabbit hole into Wonderland. At least, that's what Kurt thought. They had actually walked up the stairs into a media room equipped with enough equipment and movie posters to create a small theatre. A popcorn machine in the left corner, a full bar lined the back of the room, and many seats filled their vision. There was even, yes, a large couch in the front that matched the many reclining seats in the room. Oh, how Kurt wanted to sit there and while Blaine unloaded the food and drinks on the bar, he meandered to the couch.

Blaine did not just double take; he looked more than four times to make sure his eyes weren't tricking him. Kurt was sitting on the couch. Not a chair, but the couch that was built for two. Maybe the tall guy just wanted to stretch out? Maybe he wanted to take a nap during the movie? Maybe he had suddenly come down with stomach cramps? Maybe he wanted a companion? No, that wasn't possible. Kurt didn't seem like a cuddler. Nope, no cuddling there on that couch. Never. Especially never cuddling with Blaine.

Oh, how wrong Blaine was.

Frankly, Kurt wanted nothing more than to grab Blaine by the waist and kiss him forever. He was pretty sure that would never happen. Darn those teenage hormones, rampaging through his body. Alas, Kurt could barely muster up the courage to chat with Blaine let alone flirt with him. How could he charm something so charismatic? It was impossible, unless, he wished upon every shooting star and birthday candle he could find.

Then suddenly, Blaine dimmed the lights as a movie flashed on screen. He hadn't even asked, an action that would usually anger Kurt, but instead made him smile and drift into such a lovely daydream. The previews ended and down plopped Blaine on the couch, not on the opposite end, but not quite touching Kurt. Instead, he placed the popcorn bowl in Kurt's lap and looked up through long lashes, with a slightly mixed smile and smirk.

Kurt's heart nearly fell out of his chest. His eyes dropped to the floor. He was sure his mouth was hanging on a final hinge. Love. Love. Love. In the eternal worlds of The Beatles, love was all he needed, love from a certain boy.

The movie flashed, the title screen was gone, and on flashed a movie familiar to Kurt do to Quinn's constant discussion over it: (500) Days of Summer. Was this a sign that Blaine was not really in love with him? Kurt did not want to be a Tom. However, as the movie progressed and Kurt's eyes dampened following scene in which Summer reveals her engagement, Blaine managed to get Kurt's hand out of the popcorn bowl and into Blaine's own palm.

The boy was utter magic.

Following the end of the movie, Blaine whispered something inaudibly. Something only the smallest ears of a wood nymph could pick up.

"I'll be your Tom, if you'll be my Autumn."

Only the smallest ears. The ears of someone so in love, that they could hear the faintest breath of their admiration. Wood nymph ears.