Blaine pulled the car into the restaurant parking lot and turned to his 'boyfriend'. "Listen, order whatever you want. It's on me. Just...make me look good, okay?" The man's giant eyes shone with anticipation and need. He needed things to go well and Kurt understood that; kind of.

The dancer shot his 'boyfriend' a thumbs up and stepped out of the car. There was no use letting his heartbreak a more over the little things that he wasn't getting out of his first date.You chose this. You told him that you didn't want this to be more than business. Now you have to deal with the consequences.The consequences were the feelings of disappointment and shame that pulsed through his body with every passing moment. He was disappointed that that his first date wasn't a real date and he was ashamed that he sold out every romantic fantasy he ever had about dating for money.What would mom and dad say?He shivered at the thought. He couldn't bear to think what his parents would think of him.

"Hold my hand." Blaine requested. He held out a large calloused palm and waited for Kurt to take it. Instead, the dancer stared at it.He wants me to hold his hand? Isn't that a bit intimate?Blaine noticed Kurt's hesitation and sighed. "Listen, I'm a whore for hand holding. Jeremiah knows that. If we walk in there and we're not joined at the finger tips, he'll notice. So...please?" There were those needy eyes again. Kurt melted despite himself and took the man's hand.

The second their fingers laced together, Kurt felt it. A bolt of electricity shot though his body and it caused him to stop walking mid stride. Blaine noticed the boy's hesitation and stopped to check on him. "Are you okay?" Kurt nodded and began to walk again.

"Umm...yeah. You shocked me. Darn static electricity." He replied nervously. Blaine nodded because felt the shock as well. The moment Kurt's offensively soft hands touched his, electricity flooded his body. It coursed through his veins and made his heart hammer against his chest. The initial shock was intense but he recovered quickly.

"Yeah. Static shock." He replied as they walked into the establishment. They were greeted by a long line. Blaine was a patient man but lines were his pet peeve. He hated the look of pure distain that was painted on peoples' faces when they were forced to wait in a line; it was disheartening. He also hated how much time was allotted for thinking while waiting in line. One thought continued to race through Blaine's mind as they stood in line.His hands are so soft.The softness of the dancer's hands was perplexing.

Another thought that rang through Blaine's mind was how perfectly their hands fit together. His fingers always had to strain around Jeremiah's when they held hands but Kurt's fingers fit perfectly between his own. For a moment, a brief moment, Blaine found himself wishing that he and Kurt could hold hands forever. The thought was gone as quickly as it came. That was preposterous. Kurt wasn't even his type; not really.

"Party of two?" The hostess asked.When had the line moved?Blaine shook his head instinctively.

"No, actually, we're here with the Myers/Smythe party." Kurt replied when Blaine didn't speak. The hostess looked over her reservation book and found their names.

"Right this way." She replied. She grabbed a few menus and led the men towards the table. "Here you go." She said once they'd reached the table. There sat Jeremiah and Sebastian enthralled in a deep conversation. The two ceased their conversation when they heard the hostess speak.

Kurt and Blaine thanked the young woman and took their seats.Why am I disappointed that he didn't pull out my chair? This isn't a real date.Kurt thought as he pulled the chair out and sat down.

Maybe I should have pulled out his chair. I know he said this isn't a date or anything but it would have been nice.Blaine chastised himself.It would have also looked great in front of Jeremiah. "Here's the happy couple now. Hey guys!" Blaine's ex shouted a little too enthusiastically. Blaine grinned like a madman at the enthusiasm. Kurt and Sebastian shared matching scowls.

"H-hi, Jer. Sebastian. How are you?" Blaine directed the question at his ex.Really? Could he be more obvious?Kurt thought. He did not get the opportunity to find out because the waitress entered at that moment to take their drink orders.

"Yeah...I'll just have water." Kurt said once everyone finished ordering their drinks. Jeremiah and Sebastian and stared at him in shock.

"Water? Really? Come on, Kalvin, live a little. He'll have a Sangria." Jeremiah insisted. The waitress crossed out the water and wrote down the drink order. Kurt was not pleased.

"Actually, ma'am, I would prefer water." The woman nodded and walked away. When she was out of sight, Kurt turned to Jeremiah. "Thanks for the suggestion, Jermaine, but I'm not much of a drinker. The last time I drank, I ended up going down on this one," he pointed to Blaine, "in the middle of the bar. It was crazy. One minute we're talking and the next, I'm on the ground with a face full of his cock."

Blaine's mouth dropped and his eyes popped out of their sockets.Oh my God. Oh my God. He can't say that.Kurt saw the look in his peripheral vision but ignored it. All couples had crazy sex stories, right? Right? The young man scanned the table. The only one that looked pleased with the story was Sebastian. Jeremiah looked angry and Blaine was hyperventilating.Hmmm...guess not.

"Wow, Blaine. Seems like you've changed." Jeremiah said in an attempt to break the silence. The pharmacist flushed and shrugged. He couldn't exactly take it back. It would look shoddy to do so.

The waitress came back with their drinks a moment later and the men talked about their upcoming plans. Kurt was sure he was going to vomit when the engaged couple began talking about their wedding. Old Kurt would have found it endearing. New Kurt....not so much. "...and Jer told him that there was no way in hell he was wearing that monstrosity of a suit to our wedding." Sebastian and Jeremiah laughed at the story.I guess you had to be there.Kurt thought as he stabbed a piece of lettuce. He was not enjoying himself and, from the look of it, neither was Blaine.

Blaine left twice for the restroom during the wedding conversation. When Jeremiah and Sebastian began a discussion on honeymoon destinations, the pharmacist excused himself to make a phone call. He then spent ten minutes in the restroom trying to calm his nerves. He and Jeremiah barely had a honeymoon, so it was difficult to listen to his honeymoon plans with another man.

The second time, Blaine excused himself was when the couple began to baby talk one another. It was another of his pet peeves. It made his skin crawl and, more importantly, it made him jealous. Jeremiah never baby talked him when they were together.What does Sebastian have that I don't have? He thought as he paced the bathroom tile.Sure he's tall and has those darn green eyes. That's it. He's a model for goodness sake. What is he going to do when his looks are gone? He doesn't have a plan. I have a plan. And a 401k. That counts for something.

Blaine continued to pace until he heard a knock at the door. He jumped at the sound. Of course, he should have expected it. Eventually, someone in the restaurant would need to use the restroom. "Sorry, um...hold on." He stuttered as he tried to gather himself.

"Blaine, it's me. I came to check on you." He heard Kurt say through the door. Well, that was unexpected. The pharmacist unlocked the door and Kurt barreled through it. "Jeez...you can't leave me out there with those people for too long." He complained as he walked towards the mirror. He checked his hair and his teeth before turning to the pharmacist.

"Sorry...I just-"

"Had to get away?" Kurt questioned. Blaine nodded.

"Yeah. I just...I don't understand what he sees in Sebastian and...oh...I'm sorry. I know you don't care about this. I'll just...l-let's go back." Blaine sounded defeated.

The younger man worried his lip between his teeth. Technically, the words should have been true. He wasn't supposed to care. He didn't want to care. But he did care. Never in his life had he seen a grown man –grey hairs and all- look so small. He sighed. "You can tell me. I'll listen."

"B-but you said we weren't friends. You said that this is just business." Blaine stammered.

Kurt rolled his eyes and leaned against the sink basin. "This might be business but I'm still human. My mother always told me to do onto others as I would want done onto me."

A sad smile stretched across the elder's face. "Your mother sounds like a smart woman."

Kurt nodded. "The smartest."

"What if he doesn't come back to me, Kurt? What if he really does marry Sebastian?" Blaine asked. The look on his face suggested that he needed an answer.

Kurt looked up and their eyes met. They held each other's gaze for a moment before Kurt looked away. He couldn't look into the elder's sorrow filled eyes for a moment longer. They reminded him of how he felt every day. "Then you move on. You let them be happy and you go chase your own happiness."

"Is that why you're going to New York? Are you chasing your happiness?" Blaine asked. The question caught Kurt off guard because it was the first genuine question he'd been asked all evening. He nodded.

"Well," Blaine began to say as he washed his hands, "I know we're not friends or anything, but I'm happy that I can help you find your happiness. I mean....even if Jeremiah marries Sebastian, I'll still pay you. I want to do that for you since you're doing so much for me."

Kurt smiled at the man. "Thank you. But, for your sake, I hope you do get him back. You seem to be a very....dedicatedguy and he would be lucky to have you."

"Thanks." Blaine replied as he dried his hands. "Ya know, Kurt, an eavesdropper may have thought that conversation was between two friends and not two business partners." He said as they walked out the door. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"You wish, Anderson." The dancer laughed as they exited the bathroom. They were so enamored with their newfound understanding that neither man noticed Sebastian standing nearby. The young man wore the same meerkat expression that he knew Kalvin...or Kurt...or whomever, despised.Oh, I can't wait to tell Jeremiah about this.He shook his head. He wouldn't tell Jeremiah. It would be much more fun to watch whatever the situation was unfold naturally.This is going to be great.

Kurt had a strange feeling that sat in his stomach as they finished dinner. Something was off. Years of being on his own honed his intuition to perfection and he knew when something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong...or off. He wasn't sure. He was sure, however, that Sebastian was different when they returned to their seats. Instead of the cocky, arrogant model they met the day before, he was suspicious and inquisitive. He asked questions that were extremely personal and inappropriate. "So, Blaine, I bet this one is hung." He said at one point.

The pharmacist nearly choked on his second glass of wine when he heard the question. He looked up with panicked eyes and saw the smirk on Sebastian's face. He also saw the amusement in Jeremiah's eyes.Please tell me he didn't just ask that.

Kurt watched the exchange. Blaine looked like a deer in the headlights. You should always help those less fortunate than yourself, Kurt.He sighed. Apparently, his mother's voice wasn't going to leave him alone when it came to Blaine. "He doesn't kiss and tell, Sebastian." The model's head jerked towards Kurt and the dancer shot him a 'try me' look. Eventually, Sebastian relented and the foursome was able to enjoy the rest of their evening without much conflict.

Blaine put the car into park in Kurt's driveway and turned to face the dancer. "Thank you so much for helping me tonight. You were amazing. Now I know why you want to be a lesbian." Kurt face palmed. For someone that spent six years in school, Blaine was painfully uneducated in other aspects of life; specifically, life outside of the pharmacy.

"Thespian, Blaine, not lesbian." Kurt corrected. The pharmacist turned his head to hide his shame, but not before Kurt noticed the blush that crept slowly up his neck and settled on his cheeks.

"Yeah...that. Well, I see why you want to be one. You're really good at it."

"Thank you. This was actually fun. It was kind of like an acting exercise." Kurt replied.

The two sat in the silent car for a moment before Kurt decided to unbuckle his seatbelt. "Well, I guess I'll see you on Friday. Dinner at his parents' house, right?" Blaine nodded and watched Kurt get out of the car. When Kurt was half way to the door, the elder rolled down his window and shouted.

"Kurt," the dancer turned around and stared at him, "I know what you keep saying, but I kind of feel like we're becoming friends." Kurt let out a good natured sigh and shook his head.

"Not on your life, buddy. I told you I don't want to make any new friends until I get to New York." He replied.

Blaine shrugged. "You say that now, but I feel like I'm wearing you down."

Kurt giggled and waved him off. "Goodnight, Blaine."

"Goodnight, Kurt." Blaine put the car in reverse and backed out the driveway. On his way home, he realized that he was smiling. It was the first time he'd genuinely smiled in years.