Blaine had no idea why he thought it was a good idea to let Sam set him up on a blind date. Hed known Sam practically since birth, and theyd stayed best friends despite them going to different schools. Apparently the boy that Sam had set him up with was from his school, and he was really cute.

The only thing that Blaine was worried about was that he would get ditched the second he opened his mouth and spoke, and his date realised that he had a stutter. Sam assured him that this Kurt was a nice guy and he wouldnt ditch him just because he had a stutter, but Blaine was sceptical about that fact.

Still, he picked out the perfect outfit and checked himself over in the mirror five times before he left the house. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a checked dark blue shirt and a light blue bow-tie and suspenders and his hair was gelled down immaculately as always.

When he arrived at the restaurant, there was already a boy who looked about Blaines age waiting outside. Oh god, hes gorgeous Blaine thought. He made his way over to the boy, wiping his clammy hands on the side of his jeans.

"Blaine?" The other boy asked, a smile gracing his face. Blaine nodded like an idiot, too afraid to say anything. "Im Kurt."

"B-B-B-Blaine," Blaine said before he could stop himself, sticking his hand out for Kurt to shake.

Kurt giggled cutely and shook Blaines hand, and either Kurt had sweaty hands too or Blaines hands got extra sweaty at the contact. "Lets go inside." Kurt suggested, walking into the restaurant side-by-side with Blaine. They sat down at one of the booths and looked at the menus. "See anything you like?"

"Um..." Blaine mumbled, biting his lip a little. "T-t-the p-past-ta?"

"Okay," Kurt smiled, and ordered for the both of them when the waiter came back over to them. "So, tell me something about yourself."

"L-like what?"

"Um...what do you want to do when you graduate? Thats an easy question."

"T-t-thats n-not easy!" Blaine exclaimed with an adorable giggle.

"Is too!" Kurt defended, grinning at Blaine.

"Y-you answer it t-t-then."

"Okay," Kurt smiled. "I want to be on Broadway. Your turn."

Blaine huffed. "Um...Im n-not s-s-s-sure," Blaine admitted. "I l-love s-s-s-singing b-but I d-dont know if I want t-to d-do t-t-that w-when Im older."

"Youre a really good singer." Kurt said, blushing a little.

"H-how d-d-do you know?" Blaine asked, raising his eyebrow.

"I remember you from sectionals," Kurt admitted. "Youre the lead singer in the Warblers right?"

"Y-yeah..." Blaine confirmed. "T-t-thank y-you."

Kurt shrugged, a smile on his face as the waiter came back over with their meals. "So, what else do you like to do?" Kurt asked as he began to eat his food.

"Um...I b-box."

"You?" Kurt gaped. "You box? But youre like a sweet little puppy dog." He said before clamping his mouth shut and blushing.

Blaine giggled sweetly. "I d-did it f-f-for s-self d-d-de-defence," Blaine explained. "I g-got attacked at m-my last s-school and even t-t-t-t-though D-Dalton h-has a n-no bullying tolerance, s-something c-could h-happen outside of s-school."

"Oh...wow, Im sorry."

"Its f-fine," Blaine smiled. "B-but yeah, I ended up r-r-really enjoying it and its m-more l-like a h-h-h-hobby now. W-what ab-bout you?"

"I like fashion," Kurt replied. "And Ive been helping my dad out at his garage for as long as I can remember to earn extra money, so I enjoy that too."

They ate in silence for a few minutes before Blaine brought up the question that had been plaguing him all evening.

"C-can I ask you s-s-s-something?" Kurt hummed in reply and took a sip of his water. "D-d-did S-Sam w-warn y-you about m-my s-s-s-stut-t -" Blaine huffed, unable to get the word out.

"No," Kurt replied, saving Blaine from making an idiot out of himself. "Why?"

"Y-you j-just d-d-dont s-s-s-seem phased b-by it. I w-wouldve t-thought youd have left m-m-me b-by now."

"Honestly, at first I thought that it was just nerves. You looked really shy and I figured you were just having a hard time getting your words out because you were scared you were going to say the wrong thing, but then I realised that you actually had a stutter. But why would it bother me? I can understand you perfectly fine and its not like you can help it - as long as youre not faking it."

"W-why w-w-would I p-p-pre-pretend t-to s-st-t-t-utter?"

Kurt shrugged. "A girl in my school used to do it. I didnt think you were faking it though, you looked nervous enough."

"T-t-thats s-s-s-s-sick." Blaine said, frowning at the table.

"Anyway," Kurt said, trying to change the subject a little. "My point is that I like you. Even though this is the first date and we dont know a lot about each other yet, Im having fun and youre really easy to talk to."

Blaine snorted a little. "S-s-s-s-sorry," He said. "P-p-people j-just d-dont usually s-say t-that Im easy t-to t-t-t-talk t-to, its usually t-t-the other w-way op-p-p-posite."

"Thats because the world is full of close minded idiots," Kurt laughed. "And they obviously havent taken the time to really talk to you."

"T-they usually h-h-hear m-me s-say a f-f-f-few w-words and t-then t-they g-g-give up," Blaine shrugged. "I h-have a f-few f-f-f-friends at D-D-Dalton, but even p-people t-there d-d-dont want t-to t-talk t-t-t-t-to m-me m-m-much."

"Thats horrible," Kurt frowned. "But, its their loss."

Blaine smiled up at Kurt, and for the first time in forever he felt completely accepted by somebody that hadnt grown up with him and known him for his entire life.