Two weeks passed since the live show. Two weeks passed since the stomach churning proposition from his fan and there was less than an hour until the end of the semester.

"For those of you still here, you have 45 minutes to complete your final exam. Like I said before, when you're finished, please turn your paper in and you'll be free to leave." Mr. Anderson, Blaine, announced for the second or third time.

Kurt sat in the back of the lecture hall staring down at his final. He'd completed it most of it within the first 30 minutes of class. There was one question left; a question he was certain that none of the other students had on their tests.

Goldie's Diner again? Tonight at 8?

The student smiled at the question. Goldie's was the diner they'd eaten at after the club. Many times, after particularly intense private sessions with the teacher, Kurt would gush about it being his favorite diner on Earth. He loved that Blaine took notice to that fact.

Students filed out slowly but Kurt still hadn't answered the question. The answer was 'yes', obviously, but he wanted to say it just right.How do I do that though?

'See you there, baby'?No, too seductive. I don't need to seduce him.

'Absolutely'?Too enthusiastic. I don't want him to think I'm too excited. I might freak him out.

Kurt sighed and stared down at the test. Only a few minutes remained in the class period and he needed to think of something quick. He and another student –one that seemed to be mulling over the test with an intensity that could set the exam on fire- were the last ones in the room; save for Mr. Anderson.

"Ten minutes left, guys!" Kurt looked up and saw his teacher's gaze trained on him. The student sent his professor a wink and then turned back to his test. That's when it hit him. He had the perfect answer for Mr. Anderson's 'bonus' question. Tongue held firmly between his teeth, Kurt scribbled a cheeky answer to the question. At that moment, the last remaining student, other than himself, handed in his paper. Blaine smiled at the student and wished him a happy Winter break.

Once the student, Brett if he remembered correctly, left the room, Kurt rose from his desk. Blaine watched him intently as he did. One by one, the student took the steps down to the teaching floor. Blaine sat back in his desk chair and tried not to let his mouth water. Kurt was strutting.Damn him.

Kurt walked to the front of the desk and positioned himself on the side opposite his teacher. Blaine let his eyes roam over the man's domineering stance. "Finish your test, Mr. Hummel?" Kurt smirked.

"Yeah." He replied flippantly. "I got stuck on the 'bonus' question. I think I got it right though." The student tossed the paper down on his teacher's desk before sashaying out of the room.

Once the student was gone, Blaine picked up Kurt's test and flipped to the last page.

I guess I can move my show up and meet you there. Anything for you, Mr. Anderson! ;)

Anything for you, Mr. Anderson!

Blaine's cock twitched in his slacks.Damn that boy!

Super Kurt bit down on his bottom lip and stared into the screen. He'd rushed through an obscene number of private sessions in a short period of time. He didn't want to be late for his date. Date? Was it a date? Yeah, he and Blaine said they wanted to try something after classes ended but was this a date?Oh shit...I might be going on my first date. I better get ready.

"Sorry guys, but we're cutting it short tonight. Baby's got plans. So, until next time..." As with the end of all his shows, Kurt blew a kiss at the camera before logging off. He then ran to catch a quick shower. It was 7:15 and he needed to pick an outfit, do his hair, and haul ass across town.There's no way in hell I'm going to be late for this date...not date...thing.

Kurt dressed in record time; a black dress shirt, skinny jeans, and knee high riding boots. He didn't want to look too casual but he didn't want to look too formal. He still didn't know what they were labeling their interaction as.

Kurt ran into the diner at 8:01. He was late.Oh...Blaine probably thinks I stood him up.As a regular of the place, Kurt bypassed the hostess station in favor of hunting for his date.I hope he's still here.The performer's eyes darted around in search of the teacher.

Near the back of the room, he spotted a head of curly hair looking out the window. Kurt smiled and walked over. "I'm so sorry I'm late." He practically shouted. Blaine looked up and smiled.

"It's 8:01, Kurt. I hardly call that late. Besides, I was enjoying grading your test while I waited." Kurt looked at the table and, sure enough, his test paper was lying next to a cup of coffee. The student blushed. "I especially loved your answer to my question about Marie Antoinette's relationship with King Louis XVI." Kurt flushed. He'd had amomentduring the test. Whoops. "'She was 14 and he was 15. I think older guys are pretty hot; especially older guys with power. He was going to be a king. That's almost as hot as being a history professor. Professors are hot.'Really, Kurt? Professors are hot? I should give you a zero for that answer." The smile on Blaine's face was the only thing that let Kurt know that he wasn't serious.

"You wouldn't though. You love me. It. You love it." He stammered as he slid into the bench seat opposite Blaine's. "Sorry I'm late though. Traffic and all." The teacher nodded and placed the test back into his satchel. It was one of the reasons he'd waited to date Kurt. He knew he wouldn't be able to be unbiased with the student's work.

"I'm not going to lie, I was a little nervous you wouldn't show. I felt like a total fool for asking you on a date on your test, but I couldn't think of any other way to do it. Then you weren't here by 8 and I kind of started to panic; even if you couldn't tell." Kurt relaxed into his seat. So it was a date. It was nice to have that settled.

"I was coming. I just....I have the being on time problem. I just can't seem to do that."

"You were always on time to class." Blaine retorted playfully. Kurt grinned.

"That's because I had a super-hot professor to look at. If I got there early enough, I got to watch him write on the board. That's a perfect way to scope out his yummy ass." He shot back. Blaine chuckled loudly. Things were getting off to a nice start.

The men ordered coffee and their meals. Their conversation was filled with plans for their break and for the upcoming semester. "So, Kurt, we're both going back to Ohio for break, will I get to see my boyfriend while I'm there?"

Kurt's eyes lit up. "I thought we were taking these things slow. Calling me your boyfriend after our first date is a little presumptuous of you, isn't it, Blaine?" He replied; the smile never left his face.

"Maybe, but you should know that I'm not looking for someone to just play around with, Kurt. I'm 30, biologically, I'm looking for a steady relationship of some sorts. From what we've talked about, I'm assuming you're looking for the same....unless I'm wrong." Blaine looked at the performer intensely.

Kurt nodded emphatically. "Yeah...I kind of want my first relationship to be a serious one and I'd love for it to be with you." Blaine relaxed and they continued with their conversation. "And to answer your question, I'd love to see you while we're in Ohio. I don't think I'm ready for us to do the whole 'meet the family thing' but I'd love to see you." Blaine stopped mid bite and tilted his head.

"You don't want me to meet your family?" He looked almost hurt. Kurt made a face.

"Well...it's not that. I'd love to introduce you to my family, but Dad, Mom, and Finn would probably interrogate you and then threaten you. I've honestly never shown interest in a guy before and I'm sure they'd be a little put out if I showed up with a guy and said, 'hey, here's my boyfriend'."

"Ahhhhhh....I get it. So, you've never even talked about a guy with them? Not even once?" Kurt shook his head. He knew his family was accepting, but he'd never put them through any of his unrequited crushes. They'd asked but he'd always said he was too busy readying himself for Broadway or for his own design label. They always let it go before he had to actually explain that he'd crushed on the straight football player or he'd been jealous of the girl that got to make out with the really cute, straight waiter at Breadstix. "Whoa...I tell my parents everything. We used to always talk about guys."

Kurt looked intrigued. "Even your dad? He talked about guys with you?" The professor nodded. When he came out, a few weeks before his 14th birthday, his dad told him that guys like to have their balls touched. Blaine remembered growing deathly ill after the conversation. To that day, the memory of the talk sent a stream of bile pulsing up from his stomach.

"Yeah, I'd rather not talk about that though. But, my parents and I do discuss everything. I even told them about you, kinda."

"Me...really?" Kurt's enthusiastic smile turned to a suspicious scowl. "How much do they know about me?" He asked; voice laced with concern.

"Ummm...that you're gorgeous and that I liked you and....I may have let it slip to them that...." Kurt's eyes widened.

"Oh my...Blaine, you told them about my job didn't you? I can't ever meet them. They'll think I'm a slut." The performer pushed away his empty place as if his appetite was gone.

"Well, actually, my mom said she can't 'knock your hustle' and my dad congratulated me for 'finding someone who was willing to do something strange for a piece of change'. They're a bit...eccentric." Kurt was dumbfounded. Was Blaine kidding with him or was he being serious?

"I can't meet them yet, I'm still too embarrassed." He proclaimed. Blaine nodded. He understood. He wasn't exactly looking forward to meeting the Hummels. How the hell was he supposed to explain that he was Kurt's former professor? Kurt's former professor that just happened to be 11 years his senior. Yeah, he got where Kurt was coming from.

"That's fine. But I still wish to see you over the holidays. If that's okay." Kurt smiled and nodded.

"It's more than okay." The two shared dopey smiles and idle chit chat until their dinner was gone. They left a generous tip for their new favorite waitress and walked to the parking lot; hand in hand.

"I've never held a guy's hand before." Kurt whispered as they neared his car. Blaine looked over and shot him a shy smile.

"I have and, believe me when I say it's never felt this nice." Kurt's heart soared at the words.I hope he's being honest.

The pair stopped at Kurt's car. "Well, I guess this is goodbye for now. You've got my number, so use it." Blaine insisted, stepping forward a bit so he's in Kurt's personal space.

The ex-student grinned. "Likewise." The air seemed to change and the two stared at each other intently, both waiting for something to happen.

That's when it clicked for Blaine. Kurt hadn't ever been on a date. He'd never chatted idly with another man and then held hands across a table. So, Blaine made a move. Slowly, he leaned forward until he could feel Kurt's breathe against his face. A momentary glimpse up allowed him to see the hope and intimidation that mulled around in Kurt's eyes.

Without hesitation, he let his eyes slip shut and he surged forward. Their lips fit together like puzzle pieces. Blaine pressed a firm kiss on Kurt's soft lips and he felt himself melt into oblivion. Cliches sounded in his head. Fireworks. Sparks. Full on explosions.His lips are so soft.The thought buzzed around the teacher's brain like an obsession.

When Blaine's lips pressed against his owns, Kurt was certain his heart stopped. Slightly chapped and rugged, but perfect against his own. When his heart resumed its beating, Kurt pressed back. It was slow and sweet but it conveyed so many meanings. Want. Need. Trust. Kurt wasn't one to trust outsiders; not after his mother left. He trusted Blaine though. He wanted Blaine. He needed Blaine. It was all consuming and frightening. It was so, however.

Blaine pulled back first; a dopey smile on his face. "Call me?"

Kurt nodded. "You couldn't pay me not to."