Tell me how should I feel
When I know what I know, 
And my female intuition
Telling me you a dog?

People told me bout the flames
I couldnt see through the smoke
When I need answers, accusations
What you mean you gone choke? 
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“Would you like a dessert, Kurt? I am going to get the bourbon-caramel semifreddo. With your love of mocha, I bet you would like their take on the tiramisu. It's served with warm chocolate-espresso ganache.” Blaine smiled over at Kurt.

Kurt chuckled. “Semifreddo? Ganache?”

Blaine smirked back. “Semifreddo is like a frozen mousse. Ganache is a creamy chocolate sauce.”

Nodding, Kurt folded his cloth napkin in his lap. “Alright, I'll try the tiramisu with an Americano.”

When the server came by, Blaine placed their dessert and coffee order.

He had been the perfect date all night. He had picked Kurt up on time, and had been dressed in the new charcoal grey suit they had bought together the month before. It was the first time Kurt had seen him in the complete outfit, and Blaine cleaned up very well. He had complimented Kurt's Tom Ford suit, and guided him out to the car, opening the door for him. He was polite to the restaurant staff.

During the meal, he had impressed Kurt by explaining the various dishes. He had obviously studied the menu beforehand. They had sipped wine as they enjoyed their risotto and Chilean sea bass. The conversation had flowed easily, with Blaine getting Kurt talking about what he was most looking forward to in Paris.

As Kurt sipped his Americano, he looked over at Blaine. He could pass for older than twenty-two, and had a confident, self-assured manner that was very attractive. He handled himself well. When Kurt thought back on their first test date, when Blaine had barbecue sauce on his cheek, it was hard to believe that it had only been two and a half months since then.

Back in the car, Blaine wouldn't tell them where they were heading, no matter how much Kurt bugged him. When they parked, Blaine went to the trunk and took out a duffle bag.

They went into a small café and Kurt followed Blaine into the men's washroom.

“Um… what are we doing in here, exactly?” Kurt looked over at Blaine with a raised eyebrow.

Blaine placed the duffle bag on the counter and unzipped it. “For where we are going next, we are a bit overdressed.” He pulled out a t-shirt, yoga pants and simple sneakers, handing them to Kurt. He also passed over a hanger and a suit bag.

With wide eyes, Kurt took the items and went into a stall. He was kind of delighted at all the planning that Blaine had put into this night, and was looking forward to what else it would bring. Good thing it was just a practice date, or there would be a real risk of getting his feelings involved here.

After changing into the casual wear and zipping his suit into the suit bag, Kurt stepped out of the stall and found Blaine changed into similar clothes.

Back out in the café, Blaine bought them a couple of coffees to go. They stashed their suits and the duffle bag in the car. Blaine drove a short distance before parking again. He pulled out another duffle bag, and just laughed when Kurt bugged him about what was in it.

They walked through a park in the early evening light. Reaching an area deep in the park, there was a hill descending before them, with a stage at the bottom. Here and there on the grassy hillside, people were sitting down, facing towards the stage.

Blaine found a nice spot and unzipped the bag. He pulled out two festival folding chairs and set them up. He waved for Kurt to sit down. Once they had both settled down, he passed Kurt his coffee.

“In case you haven't guessed yet, this is Shakespeare in the Park, and the play tonight is Romeo and Juliet. It starts in about twenty minutes.” Blaine sipped his coffee. “If you want, I can give you a synopsis of the play.”

Kurt chuckled. “A synopsis? Really?”

Blaine smiled back. “Romeo and Juliet takes place in Verona, Italy. Juliet's family, the Capulets, has a long-standing feud with Romeo's family, the Montagues. Juliet is supposed to get engaged to Paris. Romeo is infatuated with another Capulet girl, Rosaline. He sneaks into a ball at their house, hoping to meet up with Rosaline, and ends up falling in love with Juliet instead. And then all sorts of hijinks ensue.”

“Hijinks?” Kurt chuckled.

“Oh you know, they secretly marry, Tybalt kills Mercutio, Romeo kills Tybalt, Romeo is exiled, they boink, her family pressures her to marry Paris, she fakes her death, he thinks she died and kills himself, and she wakes up and kills herself when she sees him dead. Just your typical, run of the mill, rom-com.” Blaine had a little smile dancing across his lips. He was being adorable, and he knew it.

Kurt nodded along. “Because so many rom-coms have a couple murders and a couple suicides in them.”

Music was starting up as Blaine glanced over to Kurt, smiling. “Maybe not, but they'd be a lot more interesting if they did.”

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At intermission, Blaine dug into his duffle bag again. Kurt was beginning to think it was a little like Mary Poppins carpet bag, and wouldn't be surprised if he pulled out a coat rack.

He pulled out a throw, passing it to Kurt. “This is in case you get chilled in the second half.” Kurt smiled and draped it over the back of his chair to have it handy for later.

Digging around some more, he pulled out a box, and took off the lid. “Here's some snacks we can munch on. Sriracha popcorn, praline pumpkin seeds, and toasted cheddar stix. And there's some diet coke too.”

Chuckling, Kurt smiled at Blaine. “This is so amazing! You have really thought of everything.” He got up. “I'm just going to find a washroom. Be back soon.”

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It took a bit of walking around to find the washroom, but Kurt didn't mind the chance to stretch his legs. And also just to have a bit of time away from Blaine.

Blaine, in full-on charming mode, was a lot to take. And this date tonight, had been the most amazing, perfect date Kurt had ever been on.

Kurt was smiling to himself as he walked back to the play area; glad he wasn't running late for the second half. He was at the top of the hill and about to head back to their chairs, when he noticed Blaine was standing up, and talking to someone.

Adam.

Even though he didn't know Adam that well, he could see their body language. They were smiling at each other, joking around. Adam was leaning towards Blaine, and occasionally touching his shoulder or his arm. It looked very flirtatious. It looked like they were very into each other.

Somehow, seeing Adam and Blaine together, looking so in sync with each other like they had at the symphony, made the reality hit home with Kurt. Blaine really, really liked Adam. And as friendly or physically attracted he may have been with Kurt in the past few weeks, it was nothing compared to the feelings he had for Adam.

How many times did he have to learn this lesson? How many times did he have to remind himself that there were only their agreement between them, and maybe friendship? Everything else was just the romantic scenarios and forced togetherness of the situation.

It was as fragile as a bubble. And seeing Adam and Blaine together here, during Kurt's ‘perfect' date, had made it pop.

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Kurt walked down the hill, and shook Adam's hand, smiling. He had done nothing wrong. They chatted about the play and how Adam went to every live production of Shakespeare he could. After a few minutes, Adam went back to sit with his sister and her friends.

Wrapping the throw around himself, Kurt watched the rest of the play, and gave Blaine polite responses. Blaine had done nothing wrong.

At the end of the play, Kurt helped him pack up and thanked him thoroughly for the date. He complimented him, saying how much he had learned, how far he had come. Blaine was pleased at Kurts comments.

At Kurt's place, Blaine parked and came around the car to open his door. He walked Kurt to his door, and there was a moment where they faced each other, in the dim light of the doorway.

“Thanks again for the date, Blaine. It was completely perfect, and proves that you have graduated from your lessons with me.” Kurt smiled stiffly at him.

Blaine nodded, looking down at Kurt's face, his eyes dipping to his mouth. And then his hand came up to cup the back of Kurt's head, as his lips pressed against Kurt's. The kiss was firm, thorough, and it made Kurt feel a bit unstable. He raised a hand, bracing himself with Blaine's shoulder, just resting it there for a few heartbeats, and then he pushed back, away.

Kurt dipped his head, trying to catch his breath. He looked up, and gave Blaine a little nod. “Um, yeah. You are good at that too. Adam is a lucky man.”

Blaine's expression froze at that comment. “Ah, yeah. So is Pierre.”

“Goodnight, Blaine.” Kurt said softly, as he turned and escaped inside his building.

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-Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: - The Italian restaurant is Acquerello and the menu looks amazing online. Link here.

-Romeo & Juliet was performed the summer of 2015 for free Shakespeare in the Park in San Francisco. Link here.