If only his parents weren't so damn stuck when it came to money and class, he would have a charmed life.

Blaine wasn't ashamed about Kurt's background. Instead, it made him like Kurt a lot more. Was it teenage rebellion against his family? Possibly. But Blaine definitely had a lot of interest in Kurt. To Blaine, Kurt was the most interesting kids in the entire world.

And he had the prettiest eyes.

Slowly Blaine stripped off his coat and headed up the stairs to his room. He practically had stars in his eyes as he tugged off his shirt and jeans and stepped into his pjs. Blaine grabbed his phone before tossing away his pants and texted Kurt.

'Home, safe and sound. Missing you. I had an amazing time with your family. I want to do it again, but first I think we should have another date.'

Kurt took a while to respond and Blaine was nestled into his sheets, clutching his phone in his hand and waiting. Finally, when it buzzed Blaine scrambled to answer it.

'I really loved tonight. You won over Carole. She's all of a twitter. As for our next date, what do you suggest?'

'That coffee shop date I promised you-it'll be fun. And we can plan for the Deb ball.'

'Oh God! It just hit me! I'm escorting you to a formal event. I have to do everything right and be amazing in front of your parents.'

Blaine grinned at the screen, wishing he could see Kurt's panic stricken expression. 'You'll be phenomenal. They'll love you.' "I hope." Blaine sighed before proceeding. 'The party is in a matter of days. Why don't we spend Friday at the tailors and afterwards I'll take you out to dinner at the coffee shop.'

'Okay, we'll have clothing down. But I can't fly by the seat of my pants at this next function like I did with Rachel.'

Blaine sighed and rolled onto his back. 'You really shouldn't worry. I'll email you the pamphlet that every Cotillion Beau needs. You'll be brilliant and you'll blow them out of the water. Stop worrying and go to bed. I'll talk to you in the morning.'

There was a long pause and Blaine had almost drifted off into sleep when Kurt replied, 'Did I mention that I was really glad to have you as my first kiss?'

Blaine grinned sleepily at his screen, practically seeing Kurt's soft eyes watching him with that measured cautiousness that Blaine had seen hovering around Kurt's like a cloud. He found himself wishing right then and there that Kurt had been his first kiss instead of Andrew. 'I'm glad I could be your first kiss too. Good night Kurt. Sweet dreams.'

'Sweet dreams Blaine.'

In the morning Blaine had to face his mother.

She was at the dinner table spreading jam on her biscuit and looking rather well rested. As Blaine entered she looked up at him with sparkling eyes. "Hello darling. How was your evening?"

"It was actually great-" Blaine started as he sat down but was cut off by his mother.

"Wonderful wonderful. So, darling. I was talking with my friend Cindy and she has a son a little older than you who will be home from Princeton in time for the DDAR ball, I think you-"

"Actually mom," Blaine said, shocking both of them by speaking over her. He took only a second to compose himself and barreled on. "You don't have to worry about finding me a date. I have a boyfriend."

Instead of jumping up and down clapping her little heart out like Blaine had expected, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Is this like one of those moments where you tell me you have a boyfriend when you really don't? Because I understand that it must be a little silly to have me pushing so many guys on you but really, I know how hard it must be for you boys to find one another."

Blaine blushed from his head to his toes. "No, mom. I really do. His name is Kurt and he's wonderful."

"Where did you meet him?"

"At my coming out ceremony." Blaine replied without pause. "He was escorting Rachel and we danced and we, well, clicked."

His mother's eyes lit up, "Well, wonderful! We're going to have to meet him and his family."

"Um," Blaine swallowed hard. "His dad is really busy, I don't know when he'll have time to come by for dinner, or, y'know, anything."

"That's alright, I understand busy business men. But, we'll have to schedule a time for me to meet Kurt and start working on your outfits for the ball."

"Actually, we already have that covered too. I'm going to take him to Michelle's and then afterwards we're going on a date."

His mother's expression softened. "Aw, Blaine, your first date. Your cousin has been on so many first dates I'm sure she'd love to give you advice." Blaine's nose crinkled at the idea of getting any help from 'Vette.

"You see, mom, this will actually be our third date."

"Third?" Mrs. Anderson's voice grew hard and Blaine scrambled, trying to fix his faux pas.

"Well, one at the Lima Bean, then his dad invited me to dinner so we could meet." Blaine hastened to explain, trying to throw his mom off the scent.

She suddenly got to her feet. "Blaine, do you understand how much of a social faux pas this is? You've been on a date with him and you've met his father! I've barely heard about this boy. If the women of the social circle found out, well, it would be social suicide. I demand to meet this boy and his father!"

"Mom, that'll be hard. They're both really busy. And anyway, you'll meet Kurt at the ball. We can figure things out from there." He sighed and tried his best to give his mom the sad puppy eyes. "Mother, please. Kurt is my first boyfriend and he is amazing, but he's not as into the social scene as we are—and I don't want to scare him off. Let me do things my way. I've been working with you on cotillions for years. I know how things work. Please?"

His mother visibly deflated and she slipped back into her seat, regaining her composure. "Fine. I understand young love. I was young and in love once myself. I look forward to meeting Kurt at the ball, but I expect to have a proper meet up with his family afterwards."

Blaine grinned at her, his heart beat slowing to its usual rate and he got to his feet, grabbing a scone. "Thank you mom! You'll absolutely adore him."

"I'm sure I will." His mother replied softly and Blaine rushed away.

[xXx]

Kurt was at the car shop Thursday after school, watching as his dad helped him fix his car. There had been an obnoxious rattling under there for days and it was driving him nuts. For an hour Kurt had sat on the back of a truck, his legs dangling off the side, watching as his dad frowned at his car. "Is it going to live?" Kurt asked tentatively.

"I dunno-" there was a soft dinging and Kurt looked up to see a sleek silver car pull into the garage. "Could you go see what they need?" Kurt nodded and hopped off the bed of the truck and trotted over to the driver's side door where a girl was slowly slipping out, her high heels clacking obnoxiously on the cement floor.

"Welcome to Hummel's Tires and Lube, my name is Kurt, how can I help you?" Kurt asked pleasantly. He worked here so often over the summer that he knew the whole routine down pat.

The girl's sun glasses slipped down her nose and she looked Kurt up and down before sighing and pushing frizzy brown hair off her shoulders. There was something about the girl though that made her oddly familiar to him. "Is the proprietor here?"

"Um, well, he's working on a car right now. But I'm his son. I'm sure can help you." Kurt said, trying to keep his tone light even though her whole demeanor was pissing him off already.

"I need to get my car checked out, it's not working right."

"Well, what's it been doing?"

She shrugged her shoulders and began examining her nails. "I don't know. Making noises and the inside smells horrible."

"Horrible how?"

"I don't know. Like alcohol and stuff." There was a honk behind her as another car pulled up. "Listen, Kirk, I have some important places to be so I'm going to leave my car here and have your dad call me when it's finished. Just show me the paperwork that I need to sign." She said, flicking her wrist at the other car.

Kurt forced a smile on his lips, "Yeah, sure, follow me." He led her to the office and had her fill out the specific information on a file for him. While he put in his own information along with the note at the bottom that stated the girl-her name was 'Vette-was a pill, she watched him.

"Is that a last season Alexander McQueen leather cap sleeve jacket?" She hissed, her lips quirking up.

"And if it is?" Kurt shot back, finishing up his note and tearing the paper from the clip board with more force than neseccary.

"Nothing, I've always wondered where all those last season clothes end up. Now I know."

Kurt bristled at her. "Now you listen to me-" Before he could start in on her Finn lumbered through the door.

"Kurt, your dad's done with your car."

Kurt's glower lessened and he shoved the paperwork in Finn's hands. "You finish with her." He demanded and stormed out of the office. He thanked his dad with a strained smile and left the garage, calling Blaine the second he got back to the house.

"Hey you!" Blaine said, sounding thrilled to hear from him.

"Hey you, do you have a few minutes for me to rant?"

"Always." Blaine replied and Kurt launched into a tirade about the lovely girl at the shop. Finally, almost twenty minutes later Kurt started to wrap it up.

"-my clothes look just as amazing as they did last season."

Blaine chuckled softly. "From what I've seen you look amazing in anything you wear."

Kurt smirked into the phone. "Flattery will get you everywhere Mr. Anderson."

"I'll remember that. And I'll pick you up tomorrow from school and we can go straight to the tailors. Okay?"

Kurt settled on the nearest chair, checking his bangs in the reflection of the nearest mirror. "Are you sure you're okay with coming to get me?"

"Perfectly fine. I get out of school early on Friday. I'll see you then, mom needs me downstairs."

"Okay, I'll see you then." Kurt hung up and let his shoulders relax. It felt so nice having someone to rant to like this, someone who would listen.

[xXx]

Kurt couldn't concentrate all of Friday and the second the bell rang he was out of his seat and at his locker door, shoving things into his bag. Mercedes caught up with him, eyebrow raised. "What's got you in such a rush?"

"I have another date with Blaine. He's coming here to pick me up."

Mercedes's attention was fully on him now. "So, I actually get to meet the amazing Blaine?" Kurt nodded quickly. His phone buzzed and he pulled it out in time to see a message from Blaine flash across his screen.

"He's right outside, come on." Kurt said, grinning from ear to ear. He locked arms with Mercedes and led her out the front doors to the school. Blaine was leaning against the hood of his car, still in his Dalton slacks and crisp white shirt and undone tie. At the first sight of Kurt Blaine stood up straighter and beamed at him.

Kurt let go of Mercedes's arm and hurried down to stop right in front of the other boy, still conscious of the fact that he was in Ohio where a boy flinging himself into the arms of another boy would sentence him to slushies for a month. Blaine's hands came to rest on Kurt's elbows to tug him a little closer. "Hey, how was your day?" Blaine asked, smile touching his lips.

"Okay. It's better now though." Kurt replied, not caring about how cheesy he sounded.

"You two sound like a harlequin romance and you better stop before I throw something at you." Mercedes's voice broke through the background and both boys jumped. Kurt tossed an annoyed look her was while Blaine looked sheepish.

"You must be Mercedes then. It's a pleasure to meet you." Blaine offered, extending his hand to her. She shook it daintily.

"You too. You know, you look just as dashing as you did on your facebook pic."

Blaine's eyebrow quirked up and he slid a sly grin towards Kurt, "You facebook stalked me?"

"Had to make sure you were good looking enough for my boy here."

Kurt blushed brightly and tugged at Blaine's arm, trying to get him to stop look at him that way. "And did I pass inspection?" Blaine asked, smirking a little.

"With flying colors. Now you boys go and have an amazing date." Mercedes winked at Kurt and moved on passed the car, making sure to give a low whistle for the car. Kurt had to agree, it was a really nice car.

Blaine smiled at Kurt and opened the door, "After you my dear sir."

Kurt slipped in with a small wink towards Blaine who closed the door and slipped in the other side of the car. Immediately after putting the car in drive, a soft music filled the area, and Blaine's fingers connected with Kurt's. Kurt smiled slightly at Blaine and focused on the road. "I missed seeing you." He murmured.

"I really missed you too." Blaine replied, letting his focus shift to the side slightly. "Are you excited?"

"No, more nervous."

Blaine chuckled and tightened his grip. "Don't worry, the women at the shop will love you." They didn't speak much after that on the drive. Blaine drove them into the ritzy part of town where even Kurt was afraid to go because the women there terrified him. Many of them were like the girl at the garage or worse and he'd once heard a woman from this end of town had brought a team of bodyguards to a sale to take down the others.

Blaine parked his car outside the shop with fabulously dressed mannequins in the window and hurried to open Kurt's door. Inside was just as fancy and Kurt felt horribly underdressed-even if he was wearing some of his best Marc Jacobs.

Immediately the seamstresses swooped down upon them but fell to the side when a tall, spidery woman with white hair and eyes so brown they seemed gold. She looked down her nose at Kurt but beamed at Blaine. "Young Mr. Anderson, it is a pleasure. Will your mother be joining you today?"

"No, no. I'm here with my boyfriend. We need to get suits for the DDAR Ball in a few days." Kurt felt a thrill go through his body at hearing Blaine call him his boyfriend and immediately tucked closer to Blaine's side.

The woman's eyes caught Kurt's form once more and she nodded. "Of course. Follow me then." Blaine linked his hand with Kurt's and dragged him to the back room. "Mr. Anderson, Mr-"

"Hummel. Kurt Hummel." Kurt hastened to add and she nodded.

"Mr. Hummel then. Up onto the pedestal please." Kurt did as he was told and immediately measurements were taken. The entire process took far too long and then the women left them alone to sit while a few trial suits were found. Kurt wandered the store to check out the prices, breaking out into a cold sweat over the high price of most of these, and Blaine went outside to take a call from his father.

Blaine was the first to be dressed up when the seamstresses assembled once more. When Kurt's boyfriend, boyfriend, stepped out of the curtains all the women cooed over him but Kurt wasn't as persuaded. Blaine looked to Kurt and stepped close. "What do you think?"

"It's… dashing but…" He trailed off. Blaine prompted him to speak with a look and Kurt reached up to finger the tie. "You need a thinner tie and I feel that the undershirt needs to be a darker green. It'll bring out the green in your eyes." Blaine looked to the woman behind them and nodded to her.

"Can that be arranged?"

"Of course." she sniffed and hurried away while Kurt went to dress.

When he emerged from the curtains for Blaine he caught a glimpse of Blaine who was sitting as still as a statue as Kurt twirled in the mirror. "I feel like one of us should wear a skirt or something to this ball. I think I have a kilt somewhere in my closet."

Blaine stood up quickly and came to stand at Kurt's side. "No, you look brilliant. You'll be the envy of everyone. Male or female." He pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek as the woman reappeared with a new suit for Blaine to try on.

They finished two hours later and Kurt was desperate for some food. Blaine paid for the suits, even over Kurt objections, and told Kurt, "If it'll make you feel better, you can pay for dinner?"

The coffee shop that Blaine had picked what adorable. It was small and dim and on the stage at the front a bunch of college students who were attempting to cover an outdated disco song. Both boys ordered at the counter, simple breakfast sandwiches and coffee, and went to sit near the front.

Kurt watched the students, who had moved on to a different song, his nose crinkling in annoyance. He leaned over to Blaine and spoke close to his ear. "I bet we could beat those guys with our hands tied behind our backs."

Blaine leaned back, put his arm around Kurt's shoulder and mirrored Kurt's action. "You do realize this isn't a competition."

"Yes, but still." Kurt replied, suddenly losing his verbal wit when he realized just how close Blaine's ear was to his own. "It would be fun to try."

"Want me to put our name on the line up?" Blaine asked and Kurt nodded a few times, trying to keep himself from snuggling too close to the other boy. Blaine slipped away a moment later and sidled up to the stage returning moments later with a smile on his face. "How do you feel about Pink?"

The college students finished and Blaine and Kurt were called to the stage. Kurt suddenly felt nervous and Blaine touched his hand to his back and brought him up. They were give a few seconds warning before a guitar strummed and Kurt launched into the song, "Made a wrong turn, once or twice…"

The song flowed from there and Blaine only stood back to watch, sometimes jumping in to add to a chorus. They sounded great together. Their voices meshed perfectly and when it came to the rapping part Kurt stepped back and let Blaine take the lead. He was hilarious to watch as he swung his arms around and danced back and forth. This was a different side of the boy, different from when Kurt had watched him dancing around at the Warblers performance.

Kurt hadn't paid much attention to the lyrics before. He wasn't a huge fan of P!nk, but there was something in those words that struck a chord in his mind. Sometimes as he was singing his gaze would slip towards Blaine who had this look in his eyes. It was one of those loaded looks that said so much and made his tummy flip.

When Blaine jumped in to start rapping like the painfully white boy he was, his hazel eyes would train on Kurt for a moment and he would smile—a slow, lingering smile that had the power to make him want to swoon.

As the song slowed to a stop Blaine and Kurt moved towards one another without really realizing they were until they were side by side, Blaine's hands coming to rest on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt leaned into Blaine's chest, grinning brilliantly at the other boy. Honestly, Kurt couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled this much and it felt wonderful. He realized that there was more to his interest in Blaine than just a puppy crush. He really liked Blaine. He really liked him a lot.

At the end of the song Blaine and Kurt were met to whoops and applause and both bowed quickly and rushed off the stage and back to their coffees. "That was so much fun!" Kurt giggled tipsily.

Blaine leaned his forehead against Kurt's and chuckled too. "I told you that you would have fun."

"I'm glad you brought me out tonight."

"I'm glad you agreed to come." Blaine pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's cheek and they spent the rest of the night watching as group after group went up to the stage, trying to show the boys up. It was an amazing evening where they sat together with Blaine's arm wrapped around his shoulder and his cheek pressed against Blaine's.
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