Kurt's palms were sweating.

Actually, no, sweating could almost be an understatement.

He was nervous, which was also another understatement.

Picking someone up for prom was something he had not been expecting to happen ever in his life, let alone picking his boyfriend up for prom.

He had been clutching at the small flower he had brought for Blaine's button hole for a good 5 minutes and the sweat was seaping into the roots, atleast they'll be getting a drink, Kurt thought.

Moving wasn't an option right now for Kurt, he hadn't even knocked on the Anderson house door yet and prom was starting in 20 minutes.

Get yourself together, Kurt, He thought, you're awesome, everythings gunna be great.

Until he saw Blaine opening the window curtain nets to look outside, obviously tired of waiting for Kurt's arrival.

"Don't faint," Kurt whispered to himself.

Then Blaine was looking at him, gasping, then rushing to his front door.

"I thought you stood me up," Blaine whispered as he opened the door, taking in all that was Kurt, dressed in a jet black tuxedo, shiny black shoes which was a big change from his usual doc martens and a cute little tie to finish it all up with. "..Wow."

"Never," Kurt breathed out, staring up at his boyfriend—god, boyfriend—who was dressed in an almost black suit, there was navy tints in the stitching and colouring, they had almost the same shoes but somehow Blaine's looked so much better than his, the shirt underneath clung a little to his chest and his trousers looked almost on the verge of too tight, but so so so hot. "Woah."

"You look, so dressed up," Blaine commented. "It's different, I like it."

Kurt smirked, then guestured to his bottom half, "Yeah well I'm wearing my 'The Midnight Beast' underwear, not very dressy-uppy if you ask me."

"Dressy-uppy?" Blaine laughed, knitting his brows together.

"You look great, Blaine," Kurt sighed, holding out the flower for Blaine to take. "I got this for you."

Blaine narrowed his eyes onto the pretty little white flower Kurt had firmly in his grasp, he smiled then accepted it. "It's beautiful, Kurt."

"If you say, 'just like you', I'll rip off your balls," Kurt quipped.

"Alright," He laughed, grabbing Kurt's small red rose off the side and shouting out to his mum a quick good bye, then closing the door. "So I got this for you, too."

He held out the rose gently between his fingertips towards his boyfriend, who was looking up at him with a pink tint in his cheeks. "It's gorgeous Blaine, thank you."

Kurt softly kissed him on the mouth. "Gorgeous, just like you," Blaine whispered against his parted lips, trying not to laugh.

"Get in the limo or I'm going to break off your dick."