It was a late, warm and dim Friday afternoon and Kurt had been working hard and long to plan the perfect anniversary for them - they hadn’t really celebrated any before, ofcourse they’d spent the day together and stuff but that was before actual love was involved and back where everything was still a simple relationship, then again, now that Kurt thought back on it - they were love from the start. Or maybe that was his romantic head talking. He shook it clear and returned to the task at hand - he’d already made an amazing desert and now worked on their dinner. The house was theirs for the entire weekend, Kurt had masterplanned that part perfect - it was them and only them for the entire weekend. Then again they always spent the weekend like they only saw each other but this was different, this was more special. He looked at the clock on the wall, Sam should be over any moment now.