His hands were shaking as he obsessively checked the time every two minutes, getting more and more worried as the minutes ticked closer to their meeting time. He felt ridiculous right now. He hadn't had a clue what to wear to a first date so he'd asked Wes, who had gone through multiple first dates with girls. Wes was simple so his outfit suggestions were simple and they'd worked at the time but now they just felt silly.

Blaine's eyes slid to the book near his hand. Pride and Prejudice was scrawled across the binding of the book in beautiful letters and the rose was fresh, just picked from his mother's garden. It was so pretty.

And so incredibly cheesy.

'Where the hell did I even come up with this scatterbrained idea?' He thought, mentally berating himself. 'Could I possibly get any more ridiculous? Now Kurt's going to think I'm pathetic and-'

"I thought I was supposed to be Meg Ryan." A soft voice said somewhere above Blaine, starting out of his thoughts.

Immediately his head shot up to come face to face with his date. Kurt. The boy from the ball. A brilliant smile slipped onto Blaine's lips and he scrambled to his feet, quickly forgetting his earlier worries. "I was here early. Thought it would be gentlemanly to save the best table in the house." He slipped out the chair across from his for his guest and Kurt's cheeks colored.

That had to be a good sign, right?

"You don't have to do that... But thank you." Kurt settled into the seat and immediately crossed his legs, dropping his bag on the ground. He obviously had been raised well, understanding the intricacies of manners. Blaine wondered if he knew Kurt's family. He was after all, his mother's son and therefore he was supposed to know everyone in the social circle.

Blaine settled across from the boy and picked up the flower, presenting it to him, but feeling a little silly about it.

"For you. A rose, just like in the movie."

Kurt's lips parted into a shy smile and he took the stem carefully, the tips of his fingers brushing against Blaine's. There was a pause of uncertainty after the touch, but Kurt only continued to smile and brought the rose to his nose, "Thank you. Roses are my second favorite flower."

Blaine leaned forward eagerly, "What's your absolute favorite flower then?"

"Daisies." Kurt said with a small shrug. Blaine immediately catalogued that for, future reference, hoping he'd be able to use that tidbit later.

A small silence fell and Blaine started to panic. He'd made a list of things to keep the conversation going the previous night because he'd wanted to avoid just this. "Do you want a drink? My treat," he said while throwing in what he hoped was a suave smile.

"Are you sur-" Blaine gave him a look to cut him off. Kurt cast a quick look at the drink board. "Grande nonfat mocha, please."

Immediately Blaine was up at the counter, ordering his drink. He glanced back at Kurt who was thumbing through the book and looking unfairly calm. And ridiculously attractive. He looked like he could be a model in those clothes.

Why the hell had Kurt even agreed to meet with him?

Kurt was so out of his league.

A moment later the barista got his attention and he went back to the table, setting the coffee before him. "There you go, grande nonfat mocha, nice and hot."

Kurt reached out for the cup with a brilliant smile and took a quick sip while Blaine waited to make sure he'd actually done something right. Kurt pulled the cup away and nodded, "Thank you." Blaine felt a little giddy, glad that he'd gotten one thing right so far.

Another silence fell and Blaine quickly jumped forward to say something while Kurt did the same.

"I-"

"So-"

The both fell back, grinning a little. Finally Blaine sat forward, eyes watching Kurt intently, "You go first."

Kurt straightened his shoulders and Blaine tried to convince himself that the blush on Kurt's cheeks was a good sign, "I was just going to say that I had a wonderful time at your… cotillion."

Blaine sighed; at least they were still in waters he knew were safe. "I know it was a bit, well, unconventional. But that's my mother for you. She gets what she wants."

"So I saw. She seems wonderful." Kurt paused for a moment, looking down at his cup lid and Blaine waited for him to finish his thought. A moment later Kurt glanced up at Blaine through his lashes and Blaine suddenly felt his palms get sweaty. Kurt had really beautiful eyes. "I'm glad Rachel asked me to come." Blaine could almost hear what Kurt left unsaid and his cheeks flamed bright red and he let out a nervous little chuckle.

"Um, so am I. I mean—I'm glad you agreed to come with Rachel. You were definitely the right choice." Another beat of silence while Kurt sat there watching him with something like interest in his eyes. "So, do you go to school with Rachel?"

Kurt jolted a little. "Y-Yea, we've gone to school for the last three years. I'm in Glee Club with her."

Blaine's eyes lit up. Something they had in common! Yes! "You can sing?" He pressed.

Kurt's eyes narrowed a little. "Yes I can."

"That's great!" Blaine sighed, feeling a little too overexcited. "I'm in Dalton's Glee Club. We're the Warblers."

Kurt apparently seemed to see where this was going and sat forward, looking far more interested in the conversation now. "You mentioned that on the phone earlier. Do you do competitions?"

"It depends on what the council we have that year decides. I think Wes was considering competing but I'm not quite sure." Blaine said with a shrug. He wasn't very invested in competition. He just liked being able to sing what he wanted to.

"The council?" Kurt asked, tipping his head to the side a little.

Blaine nodded once. "We're a self-governed society. All decisions go through the council including performance locations and songs."

Kurt sighed, "That sounds nice. We have Mr. Shue who gives all the solos to Rachel. The one time I wanted to sing a song it took my dad storming down to the principal's office to get Mr. Shue to even let me audition."

"Your dad doesn't mind that you sing?" Kurt shook his head. "That's really nice. Where does he work?"

Kurt took a moment to think before saying, "He's an entrepreneur. Deals with automobiles." Blaine nodded slowly, it made sense. "What about your father?"

Blaine hesitated. He didn't want to seem like he was boasting or anything so he simplified it to, "He works in insurance."

Kurt eyebrow quirked up and he smirked slightly. "That sounds thrilling. Are you striving to be the next insurance business man?"

Blaine almost answered, 'yes' like he would normally would but something in Kurt made him want to be honest so he could create some sort of connection between the two of them. "Can you keep a secret Kurt?"

Kurt leaned forward a little more, eyes dancing in amusement, "I live for secrets."

"I don't want to go into insurance or law. What I really want to do is sing… or teach singing. I love music."

Kurt chuckled, "Do you want to know my secret?

"I'd love to." Blaine breathed.

"I want to be a big star on Broadway."

"I like that secret." Blaine said, chuckling lightly, eyes catching Kurt's.

"I like yours too."

That seemed to break the silence between the both of them as conversation flowed seamlessly from there. Blaine was still horribly aware of himself, making sure he kept track of all his movements. Kurt was flawlessly attractive and witty and Blaine found himself trying not to laugh too loudly at Kurt's jokes, which only encouraged Kurt to be even funnier.

Before they even knew it an hour and a half had passed and their shoulders had relaxed and they were sitting closer to one another, talking easier. As it turned out they had so much in common when it came to music and fashion. And when Blaine finally needed to go, he found that he didn't want to. He wanted to keep talking to Kurt and watching his eyes light up when Blaine agreed with him or understood what he was talking about when it came to favorite designers.

Finally Blaine sighed and leaned back, lips pressed into a frown. "I need to leave. I have to meet with my dad."

Kurt lips formed a disappointed 'o' and Blaine hurried to try and make the other boy smile again. "I really wish I didn't have to go. I was thinking, um... I'd like to see you again." Kurt's cheeks flamed into brilliant pink and Blaine grinned, "The Warblers are doing a little performance at Dalton this Friday for some of the alumni but it's open to the public. I was wondering if you'd like to come?"

Kurt didn't waste a second, nodding at Blaine emphatically. "Of course! Why don't you text me the information tonight?"

"Or… I could call you?" Blaine pressed. Texting was so informal. He'd rather call and talk to him.

Kurt grinned at him, his cheeks still flushed with that same blush. "I'd like that. A lot."

"Great! I'll call you tonight," Blaine said, fumbling to his feet to pull Kurt's chair out for him.

Kurt held his smile and thanked Blaine bashfully. They walked to the door together and Blaine held the door open, trying to be the perfect gentleman. They parted then, Blaine going to where his car was parked and Kurt circling around to the side lot. Not much was said between the two of them before they parted. It was more awkward "thank you's" and "see you soon's" until Kurt reached out to take Blaine's hand and squeezed it tenderly, holding it longer than a simple hand shake. When he let go and hurried away it took all of Blaine's willpower and restraint to not jump up and down excitedly and let out a whoop of joy.

He had a call-date that night and potential a meet up this weekend.

There was nothing that could get him down now.

[xXx]

For the first few minutes after leaving Blaine at the coffee shop Kurt sat in his car, surrounded by a stunned silence.

He couldn't believe it.

Kurt Hummel had just had his first ever actual date. With a boy. A hot, polite, funny boy. A boy by the name of Blaine Anderson.

This had to be a dream.

He was certain that he'd completely messed up the date until finally something clicked between them. He'd been so nervous when he first arrived that he was sure he had made a fool of himself.

When he'd walked into the coffee shop Blaine looked so cool and calm, like a real prince. He'd pulled out Kurt's chair and bought his coffee and all the while had been so suave, like he did this all the time. Whenever Blaine asked him a question his hands had shook, hoping that whatever came out of his mouth actually managed to make sense. He'd practice that Meg Ryan line over and over again in his head as he's walked towards Blaine's table, making sure to give a good first impression.

Blaine hadn't seemed to have a problem at all being all wonderful and sweet, never batting an eye or looking annoyed at him. He'd seemed politely interested and whenever he'd smiled the corner of his eyes would crinkle and his teeth would flash white. And he'd smelled amazing.

That was it.

This had to have been a dream.

Kurt drove home in stunned silence and spent the rest of the day still disbelieving. Since he hadn't spoken to anyone about the date except Carole no one asked how it went. Carole gave him a light wink across the dinner table and Kurt had to bite his tongue to keep from blurting anything out in his excitement.

It didn't really hit home that he'd spent the afternoon with an amazing and beautiful boy until he finished dinner and was sitting in his room checking his phone every five minutes. He began panicking around 8 o'clock when Blaine still hadn't called. Maybe that whole thing about wanting him to come to the show was just a way of humiliating Kurt from a far. But Blaine wouldn't do that would he? He was too sweet.

Slowly his nervousness began rolling into annoyance and then anger that he'd been played.

When 9 o'clock rolled around Kurt was just a mass of emotions and then his phone rang, scaring him half to death. He desperately grabbed his phone and answered it with a rushed, "Hello?"

"Hi Kurt, it's Blaine. I'm sorry for calling so late. My dad made me go to a business dinner with him and his partners. Is this an okay time to talk?"

Kurt let out a relieved sigh and silently apologized for not believing he'd actually call. "This is just fine. How was dinner?"

"Boring. I zoned out the majority of the time."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I kept thinking about our conversation at the coffee shop which helped." Kurt blushed for the millionth time that day. "Do you still want the time and directions for the show on Friday?"

"I would love that." Kurt said, trying not to sound too excited as he grabbed for a pad and pencil. Blaine quickly listed off the times and the address to Dalton.

Once he finished, instead of immediately hanging up Blaine asked, "How was the rest of your day?" Kurt could have died of happiness right then. Never in a million years would he have thought this would happen to him. They talked for an hour, never running out of things to say. Finally Kurt's dad popped his head in to his room to remind him of homework and Kurt reluctantly finished the call, promising to call Blaine tomorrow.

"I look forward to that," Blaine's voice all but purred in his ear.

When Kurt hung up Burt reappeared at the door. "Who was that?"

"Rachel, from Glee club." Kurt blurted without thinking. He was getting too good at lying lately.

Burt grunted, "Well, I'm glad. You need to start hanging out with other kids your age. G'night son."

"Night dad." Kurt waited until the door had closed completely behind Burt before immediately dialing Mercedes's number.

"You better have a good reason for calling me this late." She grumbled tiredly.

"I went on a date today!" Kurt squealed, trying not to get too loud.

"Okay spill. I want all the details." Mercedes demanded, suddenly very awake. So Kurt told her everything and while she was annoyed that he hadn't told her of the date earlier, she let him off. They talked until 11 p.m. and finally when they hung up Kurt took another two hours to fall asleep (which wasn't good for his skin care routine). But at this point he couldn't have cared less because he had another date on Friday.

[xXx]

The next night Kurt gathered his wits and called Blaine, obviously catching him off guard. "Hello?" He asked and Kurt almost hung up.

"H-Hi, it's Kurt."

"Oh! Hey Kurt, I wasn't expecting to hear from you!" Blaine sounded genuinely happy.

"If I'm bothering you I can just-"

Blaine laughed, "Not at all. In fact, you're a breath of fresh air. I've been doing homework for hours now. How was your day?" Kurt couldn't explain the sudden rush he felt by hearing that simple question.

Immediately he launched into a litany about Rachel latest fashion disaster. Blaine seemed to get the biggest kick out of the New Directions shenanigans.

"I wish I could meet half these people you talk about. They seem amazing. Far more fun than the Warblers, though those guys can party when they want."

Kurt had ended up lying across his bed on his stomach with his feet in the air, crossed at the ankle. "Well, maybe you could meet them someday. I'm sure they'd love to meet you. I know Mercedes wants to."

"I would like that. A lot. And I mean, it's only fair for me to get to know your friends after you meet the Warblers on Friday. You are still coming, right?"

"Of course, wouldn't miss it." Kurt replied, letting a dreamy smile settle on his lips.

"Great, I'm looking forward to seeing you then."

[xXx]

Blaine was able to act like a normal human being for the majority of the week. It wasn't until Thursday that Blaine found himself too distracted by the fact that tomorrow Kurt would be there. At Dalton. Watching him perform.

All he could think of was impressing Kurt and seeing that smile that he rarely showed anyone, that smile that would light up his entire face and cause his eyes to sparkle. Slowly Blaine let himself fall into a fantasy where he and Kurt were together, walking hand in hand like an actual couple. He let himself fall into the daydream and accidentally bumped into Jeff, throwing everyone off balance. Immediately all the other Warblers stopped and stared at him. Blaine never messed up.

David stepped forward to take Blaine's shoulder, worry etched on his face. "Blaine, are you okay?"

Blaine gave a tired groan and rolled his eyes, "It was just one miss-step. I'm fine."

"You've been distracted all day," Thad piped up unhelpfully and Blaine shot him a glare.

"Is something on your mind?" David asked, hand tightening on his shoulder. Blaine continued to stay silent, trying to will them away with his mind.

Finally Wes spoke up from where he'd been sitting, watching the rehearsal. "I know that look."

"What look?" Blaine asked, cautiously.

"That puppy love look. You have a crush." All eyes turned to stare at Blaine, who wanted nothing more than to slip away. "Who is it? One of those guys from the party?" Wes continued to probe. Blaine was certain that he'd never seen the other Warblers so concentrated on anything before.

A moment later David snapped his fingers. "It's blue eyes isn't it? That boy with the blue eyes, right?" Blaine blushed a brilliant red and immediately he had eleven other Warblers descending on him, asking questions.

"Is he hot?"

"Have you gone on a date yet?"

"Forget dating! Have you kissed?"

"Is he a good kisser?

"Is he taller than you?"

"Of course he's taller than Blaine."

Blaine stared around at all of them, floundering a little. "Please! Guys! Please-" Suddenly Wes's gavel hit the desk.

"Warblers, please give Junior member Blaine some space. Seeing as this is his first real potential relationship it is up to those of us older members to help ease him along this pathway."

Blaine quickly got to his feet, "I appreciate the offer but I am quite alright. Kurt and I have only met face to face for coffee once. We're just in the talking over the phone phase. That's it, nothing more! I don't even know if he wants to date me. Right now we're just getting to know each other."

"Have you arranged to meet again?" Thad asked, moving with David to sit at the council table alongside Wes while the other Warblers took seats, leaving Blaine standing by himself.

"Well, yes," Blaine started, nervously. "I asked him to come to our alumni performance tomorrow and he said yes."

One Warbler in the back mumbled to his friend, "Now we know why he wasn't concentrating." Wes shot him a glare and he quieted down.

"This is very good. It'll give us the chance to meet him face to face." Wes mused, "As I am head Warbler I feel it is my obligation to give you some advice. What you need to do is romance this young man."

Blaine felt his heart skip a beat. "I don't know how to be romantic."

David exchanged a glance with Thad. "Don't worry. We'll be able to help you with that." Blaine didn't know why but the way he said that made Blaine very nervous.

Wes banged his gavel again. "The floor is open to any Warbler wishing to help Warbler Blaine romance this young man. Would those who wish to give some advice please raise their hand?"

There was a great rustling of fabric as every hand shot into the air.

Blaine felt his knees go week and he slid to sit on a pouf while slowly, one by one his fellow Warblers proceeded to give him dating advice.

This was going to be a long afternoon.