Their first date, coffee, had gone in that direction for the rest of their time together that day. They got to know each other a bit, found out the other's performance history, why they loved performing, and what it was like to be openly gay in New York City.

It was nice. Easy, and comfortable. Adam was adorable, and a little older, which made him all the more attractive. Their second date, which Adam initiated, was dinner. They'd gone to a nice-ish place. Not fancy, but not a diner, either. It was pressure-free. Adam had asked him about how being gay in Ohio affected him in high school, and Kurt described some of the particulars. When he talked about being shoved into lockers daily, Adam had grabbed his hand, and squeezed. Kurt smiled, liking the contact. They had stayed that way until dinner came.

When they left the restaurant, Kurt had taken a little risk. It might not have been a big one, but he liked Adam. He liked the energy between them, and the fact that it was new and sonotassociated with anything that reminded him of Blaine. He grabbed Adam's hand. In public. He was worried that Adam was going to pull away, but he just smiled, and kissed Kurt on the cheek. And Kurt couldn't stop smiling, or blushing, all the way back to the subway. Adam was "dropping him off" as it were, because he lived in Manhattan, right near campus. Their conversation came to a stop at the tracks when Adam had laughed pretty loudly at something Kurt had said about men trying to wear brown slacks with black shoes.

Kurt smiled, pleased with himself that he could make Adam laugh. Adam took his hand again, and faced him, smiling. It was late, around ten, so the track was pretty deserted.

"God, Kurt. You have the most strikingly blue eyes, you know that? It was one of the first things I noticed about you when you were hanging around the bulletin board at school."

Kurt blushed. He was never good with physical compliments. "Well, I promise I don't wear colored contacts or anything."

Adam chuckled, and shook his head a little. Then, he'd taken his free hand, and tipped up Kurt's chin just slightly, and moved a little closer. Kurt's heartbeat quickened, his eyes glued to Adam's. And Adam had kissed him. A slow, gentle kiss. He pulled back a few inches to see Kurt's reaction, to make sure it was ok. Kurt was a little stunned. He hadn't kissed anyone since Blaine...

Oh, screw Blaine. Adam was hott, and had just kissed him.

Kurt made the second move, recapturing Adam's lips. As the kiss grew, Kurt's free hand moved up to the back of Adam's head, curling his fingertips in Adam's hair. They were holding each other, kissing. In the subway station. It felt amazing to be wanted that way again. Adam's lips felt incredible on his, and his hands were on Kurt's hips, holding him. As the kiss slowed, Kurt went to nuzzle Adam's nose, and his eyes flew open.

Nuzzling his nose after a kiss was something that only Blaine did. That was something Kurt always reciprocated. With Blaine.

Kurt hid his slight mishap with a smile, grabbing Adam's hand, kissing his lips lightly one more time.

"Well, Kurt, it seems your lips are just as talented as your voice". Kurt and Adam both chuckled at the cheesy line. Kurt just smiled at him.

Adam cupped Kurt's face, "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Kurt smiled, "See you tomorrow." Adam squeezed Kurt's hand one more time, and headed up the stairs.

Kurt took a deep breath, and exhaled. That had been amazing, and so sweet, and completely pleasurable...

Then how come he didn't have butterflies, or feel lightheaded?