A/N: so this is it! i had a blast writing this and an even better time sharing it with all of you. thank you so much for all your love and support of this!

Kurt hummed gently to himself while he began organizing his papers, stuffing a few into his sketchbook and filing them all away in his bag. Finally, the weekend. He was so relieved that he refused to take weekend classes, preferring to have at least some days where he didn't have to worry about showing up at this building.

He said a quick goodbye to Rachel, who was heading out the door to catch the bus and head to work. Again, Kurt was relieved that he wasn't scheduled today. A break was definitely needed. He headed to the back of the room, by the door, where his professor was tacking up a few of her own designs on a board. He thanked her, a habit he'd picked up from freshman year, and finally made his way out into the hallway.

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist once he took a few steps in the hall, making him jump and his heart began racing. "Hey," a familiar voice sang out in greeting, and a small kiss was placed on Kurt's cheek. "One month today."

Kurt hummed and turned his head to find Blaine's eyes, warm, excited, and everything Kurt wanted after a long day. He leaned in and pressed their lips together, short and sweet, before he pulled away and grabbed the boy's chin, tilting his head down to rest their foreheads together instead. "Hi," he finally greeted. "What brings you here?"

"There's something I wanted to show you. I'm really excited about it. And it's sort of a present for our one month."

"Yeah? And what is it?"

"Now, now," Blaine said seriously, the harshness of his tone lost to his wide grin and bright eyes. "That would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?" He let go of his boyfriend's waist and grabbed his hands instead, lacing their fingers together tight. "Come on."

"Blaine, do we have to run?" Kurt asked, tripping over his feet every other step while he tried to keep up with Blaine. It was adorable that the boy was this excited about whatever it was he had to show him, but the last thing Kurt wanted was to fall flat on his face and skid across the carpet. Rugburn was not part of his plans for the day. "We'll still get there if we walk, you know."

Blaine looked over his shoulder at Kurt, a small smile spread on his lips. "I want you to see it before anyone else," he pointed out lightly and shrugged his shoulders before turning his focus back in front of him. Kurt's eyebrows furrowed in confusion but his heart melted.

They stole a few kisses in the elevator, tucked away in the corner though nobody was with them. These were some of Kurt's favorite moments. He loved being with Blaine, loved kissing him and hearing him laugh, loved feeling wanted by someone in the same way he wanted them. Not to mention Blaine was an amazing kisser.

"Come on," Blaine whispered once he heard the elevator doors open. He pulled back and nearly skipped down the hall, pausing as soon as he realized he didn't hear Kurt behind him. "Baby, I promise you'll love it."

Kurt shook his head fondly while he hurried down the hall, his excitement for this surprise growing with each step. It quickly dawned on him that they had come to the art gallery, where many of Blaine's pieces were hanging, and the giddy feeling in his stomach only multiplied. "You didn't tell me you entered another picture."

"I told you, it's a surprise," Blaine insisted as he turned around quickly and stopped Kurt from entering. "Close your eyes."

"Blaine, I don't-" Kurt began, cutting himself off once Blaine's hands covered his eyes. He felt the boy's knee nudge against the back of his leg, urging him forward, and Kurt began walking slowly and carefully, holding his arms out to the sides to try and feel for a wall or something. "Seriously, what are you doing?"

"Hush," Blaine said lightly. "Alright, stop here. And keep your eyes closed."

Kurt reluctantly did as he was told, stopping himself from peeking an eye open to see what the huge deal was about. He heard Blaine's footsteps get quieter and louder again as the boy ran off to get something, settling his hands on Kurt's shoulders once he'd returned. "Okay, open them," he ordered, voice soft but excited.

There it was. The picture. The one that started everything for Blaine. Kurt had never seen it before now, because once Blaine had found him, he filed it away in his never-ending pile of things to mount and put on display. Kurt immediately saw why Blaine had worked so hard to find him; even Kurt would've gone after someone once he saw the intensity and mystery that Blaine captured in his eyes. It had to be the boy's best piece.

"Blaine," he whispered, a grin slowly spreading on his lips again. He looked over at the boy and back over at the picture, which was resting proudly in the middle of Blaine's other work. "It's amazing."

"I figured it was time to share you with everyone," Blaine began explaining. His voice was still soft, almost sounding like a hum, not wanting to disturb the silence in the gallery too much. "I mean, I've got the real thing now, so I can handle being apart from that picture for a little while."

Kurt hummed happily, his smile still slightly shocked, but warm and full of life. "I love it," he said after a few moments of silence. "I really do. And I'm really glad you came after me."

Blaine ran his thumb along Kurt's jaw for just a moment before capturing his lips, the kiss full of every emotion he was feeling; a mix of joy, pride, and, though he didn't realize it yet, the beginnings of love. The two parted after a minute and simply stared at each other, letting the moment imprint itself on their memory. "I think we should get out of here," Blaine pointed out. "Let everyone else have a turn, yeah?"

Kurt bit his lip and nodded, his eyes bright from excitement and pure happiness. They began walking, taking one last look at the black and white photo in its new home, as Kurt draped his arm around his boyfriend's shoulder to bring him close.

"So, babe, how about dinner at that restaurant from our first date?"