Baby boy not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams

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"Shouldnt I be the one driving and making the plans if this is a test date?" Blaine buckled his seat belt as Kurt pulled back into traffic. 

Kurt shrugged. "Well, its probably good if you know how to be a good date if Adam is making the plans and driving." It wasnt a bad response, even though it wasnt the true reason Kurt had planned things this way. 

Even after his sexy interlude with Toby, Kurt still felt attracted to Blaine. Knowing they still had so many weeks of lessons left, Kurt wanted to make sure the next few times they spent together had as few triggers as possible. No tequila. No neck biting. No rubbing together in just their underwear for hours. 

Kurt pulled into the Golden Gate Bridge Park. Near a wooded area, there was a flat space with targets already set up. Kurt waved at his friend Nathan as they walked closer. 

"Hey Nathan. This is Blaine." Kurt smiled at the older man with buzzed thinning hair and small eyeglasses. 

Nathan gave his typical warm smile to Blaine. "So, this is your first time trying archery, right? I have all the equipment here for us." 

He opened up a large duffle bag and started pulling things out. He passed them arm guards to strap onto their left forearms, to protect against the sting of the bowstring. He gave them finger tabs for their right hands, slipping over their three middle fingers to protect their fingers from the bowstring as they pulled back. 

Pretty soon, he had Kurt in position, feet shoulder width apart and raising the recurve bow with his straight left arm. He notched the arrow into place and the shaft against the arrow rest near his left hand. Under Nathans watch, he pulled his right hand back towards his jaw, drawing the bowstring tight. 

"Good, good... Now aim a little lower than the center. Most arrows go higher than you expect. Let go of the string when you are ready..." Nathans voice was calm and steady. 

Kurt took a deep breath and aimed the arrow, trying to keep his arms steady. Releasing the bowstring, he watched as the arrow flew, and hit the side of the target. It was nowhere near the target circles, but it was satisfying to have the arrow land well like that. 

"Good job, Kurt!" Blaine smiled, holding his own bow with an arrow notched into place. 

Kurt watched as Nathan helped Blaine get into the correct position. He looked good, wearing a deep red polo shirt and khaki shorts that went halfway down his thigh. While his clothes were not skin tight, they were fitted enough to show off the lines of his slim, muscular body. For a geek, Blaine was fairly fit. Hed confessed to Kurt that he had been into running since doing track at high school and that his friend Sam nagged him to do weights and sit-ups at the gym. 

Blaines arrow hit the edge of the target circle, and he turned to Kurt with a big smile, his excitement infectious. 

They took turns shooting arrows, getting better accuracy each time. The only bullseye was Blaines though. 

Thanking Nathan, they headed back to the car.

"That was so fun, Kurt. I can totally picture doing something like that with Adam." Blaine slid into the car, and opened a bottle of water to drink deeply. 

Kurt took a long drink from his bottle too. "Maybe you could convince him to dress up like Robin Hood. It would go great with his accent."

Blaine chuckled as Kurt drove. "Where are we going now?"

"The DNA Lounge. Ever been to it?" Kurt smiled over at Blaine, liking that he was such an easy going guy, generally up for trying new things. 

Blaine shook his head. "Nope, but as long as they have food and beer, Im happy." 

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Kurt was glad they were there early, as the place was packed. They ordered a pitcher of beer and a Pesto Besto pizza, and they came pretty quickly. 

Blaine groaned as he bit into the pizza. Instead of pizza sauce, there was garlicky pesto on the crust, a perfect compliment to the Italian sausage, mushrooms and mozzarella. Kurt smiled at him, his own mouth full of the stringy cheese and spicy sausage. 

By the time theyd finished their pizza, the lights were dimming and the spotlight on the stage came on. A young man with a shaved head stepped up to cheers from the audience. "Hello everyone, welcome back to Mortified. Its great to see everyone out tonight." Cheers and clapping surged in the crowd. 

"So, in just a minute our brave storytellers are going to come on stage and share their adolescent artifacts with you. These are journal entries, letters, and poetry... Things like that. And they are going to share them with you just as they were written at the time. So, without further ado, please give it up to the brave souls who are about to get mortified." The crowd cheered again as he stepped off the stage. 

A man in her twenties stepped on stage, and read excerpts from his journal from age of eleven, "January 18. Dear Diary, Despite what it sounds like, I still love Mele. We were teasing each other and we both really kept our cool even though I wrote on the computer, “Mele Parker is a lesbian prostitute who is having an affair with Madonna.” She wrote something about me going to a surgeon and getting my dick cut off. Well, well, well. Aren't we sane? I love her, though."

The stories were all hilarious like that, each person on stage for about ten minutes. Kurt was grabbing a napkin to wipe away tears of laughter at some points. Blaine was laughing just as much. By the end of the two hour show, their stomachs almost ached from laughing so hard. 

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"Kurt, that was such a fun date. Thanks so much." Blaine undid his seat belt and turned towards Kurt. 

Smiling back at Blaine, Kurt was glad hed had a good time. "It was fun for me too. Ill text you later to make furniture shopping plans, OK?"

But Blaine wasnt getting out of the car like he normally would. "Want to come in for a bit, Kurt? Its only around ten pm."

Kurts eyes widened in surprise. "Um... I dont know if thats a goid idea, Blaine." Hed purposely planned a date where theyd be busy and around other people. Being alone in the apartment would defeat all that. 

Blaine didnt look impressed. "Kurt, you promised as part of the lessons that youd help me with the end of the date stuff too." 

This was something that Kurt had avoided the past few weeks, and half-hoped Blaine would let pass. But there was no good excuse coming to mind to delay it. 

Sighing, Kurt undid his seatbelt and got out of the car. It felt different heading into Blaines apartment, knowing that they would be kissing once inside. Five, ten minutes tops... Then get out of there.

Blaine switched on the lights, and got Kurt a diet coke, being a good host. But Kurt noticed that he didnt turn all the normal lights on, purposely leaving it a little dimmer. He also turned on some music, and Kurt chuckled to himself. He probably had a playlist of music to make out to. This was so strange. 

Since Kurt was trying to see what Blaines moves were, he just sat back on the sofa and let him take the lead. Blaine sat down beside him on the sofa, and they chatted about the Mortified Storytelling show. 

Kurt didnt notice when Blaine moved closer, but suddenly he was. He took the drink from Kurts hand and set it on the coffee table. He was looking over Kurt's face, from his wide eyes and then down to his lips, and then his face was moving closer. Kurt closed his eyes, tilting his face up towards Blaine's, and felt his warm, full lips brushing over his, and then pressing closer, firmly, kissing Kurt thoroughly. 

Five, ten minutes... Then I'm out of here. Kurt sighed as Blaine licked along Kurt's bottom lip until his mouth opened and Blaine pushed in, deepening the kiss. He tried to take note of what Blaine was doing, to give him constructive criticism later on, but found himself sinking into it. 

Blaine pushed closer, and Kurt followed where his hands guided him, lying down on the sofa as Blaine shifted over his body, still kissing. Blaine had one leg between Kurt's, and the other on outside of Kurt's thigh. As he kissed along Kurt's jaw, he shifted his lower body closer, pressing his hard cock against Kurt's hip, and Kurt moaned at the sensation.

Five, ten minutes more... Then I'm out of here. Kurt's hands ran up Blaine's back, grabbing his shoulders when Blaine bit into the skin below his ear, his back arching up off the sofa. The feel of Blaine's warm body over his was just so good, the feel of his lips kissing down his neck… Kurt could hardly think. 

Blaine shifted his hips slightly, and Kurt groaned as he felt Blaine's hard cock push against his own. At that sound, Blaine froze above him, and pulled back. 

Sitting up on the sofa, Kurt looked over to where Blaine was sitting at the other end. His hair was messy from Kurt's hands, and he was still breathing hard, looking too hard at the floor. 

“Blaine, are you OK?” Kurt rested a hand tentatively on his shoulder, trying to get Blaine to look at him.

He nodded stiffly, and then jumped off the sofa, walking fast to the other side of the room and turning off the music. The silence was deafening. 

“Um…. Yeah, Kurt… it's OK. I just feel really tired all of a sudden.” He shot Kurt a quick glance, his features tight. “Is it OK if we just call it a night?” 

Kurt got up, standing awkwardly and wondering if he should get Blaine to talk about this, or just leave it for now. But the way Blaine was standing across the room, and hardly looking at him made Kurt nod and back off. “OK. I'll give you a call in a day or two, OK?”

“Yeah, OK.” Blaine said quickly. 

Kurt slipped out the door.

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-Disclosure: I own nothing.

A/N; -There is an archery range at Golden Gate Park. There is an archery shop not too far from there where you can rent equipment. Link to the website here.

-Mortified Storytelling is in many cities including Austin, Boston, Chicago, Dublin and London. In San Francisco, they are celebrating their 10th year anniversary. Link to website is here.