If the Reserved for Blaine sign from 17's Pub was Blaine's most precious possession, the four leaf clover on the next page of their scrapbook was definitely Kurt's. Blaine gave it to him on their first date and Kurt kept it in a little wooden box he got from his mother when he was five. When they first started putting the scrapbook together, Blaine was very surprised that Kurt still had it. He glued it in the middle of the page and put their early photos around, claiming it was his lucky charm because it helped him to win Blaine's heart…

Dinner in a small restaurant in Little Italy, not too far from Blaine's apartment, was a lot more than Blaine expected. He, somehow, found a way not to be awkward - which happened a lot when he was in Kurt's presence - and they had an amazing time. There was so much to talk about, so much to learn about each other and they both seemed to be thirsty for information but still cautious about what to ask so they wouldn't push any boundaries the other might have.

All in all, everything was going smoothly and neither of them really wanted to go home after dinner was over so they decided to walk to nearby Columbus Park.

"I like coming here," Blaine said as they sat down on a bench in the furthest corner of the park.

"Do you come here often?"

"Yeah. When I need to clear my head...It closes at nine, though. I'd love to come here late at night sometimes, when it's dark and silent…"

"You can break in." Kurt suggested teasingly.

"I'm not really one for breaking the rules, Kurt."

"Such a shame. And here I was, thinking I was having dinner with a bad boy!"

"I'm anything but," Blaine admitted with a soft smile. "I always follow the rules and try to please everyone."

"Do you like it?" Kurt asked, the teasing tone in his voice gone now.

"What?"

"Obeying rules and pleasing everyone?" Blaine fixed his eyes on the stone in front of him. Did he like it? It was a simple question about something that was an essential part of him but he couldn't find a simple answer for it.

"I didn't really think about it…" He said after a while. "I always did what I was supposed to do. I guess I was raised this way. Why do you want to know?"

"I feel like rules are suffocating me...I always tried to break them. I try to show people that I can live my life the way I want to, not the way they expect me to. It wasn't the brightest idea in Ohio but it works for me here. I was just curious how you feel about it."

"I guess for me it's more about making my parents proud of me. As a kid, I thought they would want to spend more time with me if I behaved myself. It didn't really get me a lot of the attention I was hoping for but I still did it...I'm still doing it, actually." Blaine shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing, the habit he used to do a lot. Kurt was watching him sadly, and Blaine knew they crossed the line they were trying to avoid at dinner table.

"You think your parents aren't proud of you?"

"No. They are. I know they are...they just...they never seem to be around, you know. I'm on my own. We talk on the phone and they are sweet and caring but they've never been next to me when something big was happening...Like when I performed for the Senators last year...They couldn't make it because my dad had a lot of work."

"What does he do?"

"He is a lawyer. He is very interested in the gay agenda. He has sent many people to jail for hate crimes."

"Oh my god! Your dad is Phillip Anderson! Jesus, I love what he is doing for us! My dad works with him closely. Your father has helped him a lot with bills that concerned gay rights!"

"Yeah...That's my father. The most prominent lawyer in all of Ohio…"

"He's a more of a lawyer than a father, isn't he?"

"Is your father more of a Senator than a father?"

"No." Kurt answered, casting his eyes down. "My dad is...my dad is the most important person in the whole world to me. He's the only one from whom I search for acceptance . He is busy with his work and I'm here, living my life as an independent human being. We don't have much time for each other, that's true but he is there for me anytime I need him. If I was still a kid, or in high school, I think I would view it differently. My dad became a Senator when I was in my senior year in high school. I was happy when he wasn't home." Blaine chuckled at that. Growing up, his father wasn't home a lot. Blaine started to see the appeal of that when he was in high school and his mother started to accompany him more often. However, he would exchange every single business trip and court hearing when he could do whatever he wanted to do because his parents weren't home for his father to see him perform at least once a year.

"I have an older brother," Blaine confessed. "I don't talk about him much because everybody takes a lot of interest in him and I feel put aside...Again. He is eight years older, trying to make a name for himself in Hollywood. He is pretty successful in commercials and he had a few small appearances in TV shows. Mostly just an episode now and then...I remember how we attended every competition or production he was in when he was at school. It was a family event...When my time came, he was leaving for L.A. and my dad won a big case which landed him in the top ten lawyers in the state. It was only my mom seeing me perform. It was our mother-son events... until high school. She didn't bother anymore, claiming she wouldn't wanna embarrass me since none of my classmates' parents never went anywhere."

"Have you tried talk to them about how you felt?"

"Yes. But you know, my father is a lawyer. Your arguments are always invalid in comparison to his...Lots of gay kids talk about how they lost their parents after coming out...I feel the same way. Just for different reasons. My father became so invested in gay rights, and the topic in general, that he sometimes forgets that, behind it all, there are individuals that need their family - with or without laws that give us the same treatment as straight people have. I am one of those individuals. I should be his son first rather than a member of the community he fights for." Blaine didn't dare to look directly at Kurt after he basically spilled his guts to him. He glanced sideways at the boy sitting next to him, wondering if he scarred Kurt for life. What was he thinking laying his problems on Kurt like that?

"I'm glad you're the member of gay community. I would be screwed, had you been straight." Kurt noted lightly and Blaine burst into a laughter. "Don't try to please others, Blaine. You've been given just one life to live. In the end, the only person you have to justify yourself to is you."

"It's pretty selfish, isn't it?"

"Maybe. But if you don't hurt others intentionally in the process, I don't see a problem. I'm not telling them how to live their life, they have no right to interfere with mine."

"And you said I'm something else…" Blaine trailed off and stood up. "We should probably go. The park closes soon."

"Okay. I have to go home anyway. I have class early in the morning." Kurt added.

"I'll walk you to the station."

"No. I'll walk you home and take the subway."

"Kurt," Blaine warned him. "I don't want you to-"

"It's not even nine yet, Blaine." Kurt interrupted him. "You live ten minutes from here! I'll get home safe and sound, I promise. I've been in this city for two years now. I know my way around here."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Because I'm my dad's son." Kurt replied and squatted down, running his fingers through grass. "Do you think we could find a four leaf clover in here?"

"I don't know. Maybe. But the search will probably be more efficient in a day light."

"Probably but it wouldn't be half as much fun." Kurt took out his phone and turned on his flashlight application, roaming between soft blades of grass, looking for a small plant that was believed to bring some luck. Blaine joined him in his effort, waiting for a guard to kick them out any minute.

"I found one!" Blaine carefully picked the green treasure from the lawn and handed it to Kurt.

"Oh, it's yours! I can't take it." Kurt protested. "I'll have to find my own."

"I want you to have it." Blaine insisted. "It's a one in a million chance that you will find one."

"You did."

"And now you have to wait for million other people to try, and fail, until you'll find yours." Blaine laughed.

"You're ridiculous."

"Take it, Kurt. Please." Blaine outstretched his hand and Kurt took the flower from his palm, putting it in his wallet.

"Thank you." Kurt said and entwined his fingers with Blaine's, leading the way out of the park.

"You're welcome."

Blaine never really held anyone's hand before in public, he hadn't dared to do it with his boyfriend back in Ohio and Kurt was the first person he'd been on a date with since he came to New York. It was strange. He was afraid that he would start sweating and Kurt would never want to hold his hand again. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't realize how nice it was when Kurt squeezed his hand occasionally or how he never dropped it, even when he was talking animatedly about the rehearsing process of his play, gesturing like a mad man, with Blaine's fingers securely around his own. And if Blaine wasn't focused on a thing that didn't matter at all, he would most likely catch disappointment in Kurt's features, after he automatically turned his cheek to him when Kurt tried to kiss him goodnight.