It was the first day of Spring Break, and Blaine was ecstatic. Today just happened to be his and Kurt’s one month anniversary, and Blaine knew that Kurt thought he had forgotten. Kurt thought that the week had been too emotional and confusing for Blaine and that the milestone date had completely escaped him. Blaine called Kurt on Saturday after his pancake dinner to tell Kurt the good news and heard Kurt try to bring it up, then back down. Blaine felt bad for letting Kurt believe it, for making him think he wasn’t important, but he was going to make up for it. He and Kurt had never been on a proper date before, but Blaine had pretty much been planning one with him since the first time Kurt spoke to him. It was going to be spectacular, and Blaine would never be able to do better. He should have been worried at this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it, he thought.

            So now it was Monday and Blaine was pacing around his house once again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately, and all because of Kurt. In the two months since the boys met, Blaine was sure he’d worn tracks in the carpet around his house. He knew he hadn’t actually done it, but he still checked every day to see if there were signs of his nerves.

            So far things had been going really well with Kurt. He was amazing, the best boyfriend ever. Blaine hadn’t made it easy for him, that was for sure, but Kurt was seriously a chick-flick boyfriend: he said all the right things, he never got angry, and he was endlessly patient. Blaine attributed it to the honeymoon phase, or whatever people called it. He hoped it would never end.

            When the time finally came, Blaine ran up to his room to get ready. He showered and, still wrapped in his towel, got to work on his hair. Kurt had made some off-hand comment one night about how much he loved running his fingers through Blaine’s hair when they made out. He had always managed to work a few curls out of Blaine’s gel helmet and it had annoyed Blaine until Kurt whispered that in his ear. Tonight, he was making a point of keeping his hair loose. Kurt had never seen it like this, and Blaine hoped he would appreciate it. He put some product in to make sure it didn’t frizz and he looked at his reflection. The curls were perfect—tamed and, most importantly, touchable. A shiver ran down Blaine’s spine as he remembered the feeling of Kurt’s hand in his hair, his mouth skimming dangerously over his jaw. Blaine didn’t know how he did it, but Kurt could turn him to mush in a matter of seconds. Blaine had spent the entire weekend reading tips on the internet so he could make Kurt feel just as good as he made Blaine feel. He hoped Kurt would give him the chance to practice tonight.

            He stepped into his closet and pulled out the outfit he had meticulously planned the day before. He wanted to look good for Kurt. This was going to be their first date and one month anniversary date, after all, and it was a surprise. Blaine hoped Kurt would be ready to go when he got there and not in some kind of loungey outfit. Blaine didn’t think Kurt actually had lounge clothes, but he was still going to show up half an hour early, just in case. And, y’know, if Kurt was ready to go when he got there and they got to their destination early and had nothing to do but make out in his car for half an hour, who was Blaine to complain? He really liked making out with Kurt. He wanted things to go a little further, now that he knew how good just the kissing felt. He was nervous, though, due to his complete inexperience and unwillingness to navigate to that part of the internet. He knew he wanted something more, though. Maybe he’d talk about that with Kurt, soon. Maybe.

            Anyway, Blaine interrupted himself, and shook the thoughts out of his head. He had a date to prepare for, gosh darn it, he couldn’t get distracted by Kurt’s lips. His beautiful red lips that always got a little bit swollen when---

NO! Stop it, Blaine. Concentrate.

            Blaine grabbed his pants purposefully and talked himself through getting dressed. Put one foot in, pull the leg through. Don’t think about Kurt. Put the other leg in… until he was finished. He looked at himself in the mirror. Oh yeah, he smiled, Kurt’s going to love it. He had on gray pants, rolled at the ankles (Blaine thought Kurt might have a bit of an ankle fetish with the way he always stared), a white button up under a green cardigan (both of which were just tight enough to show off the few muscles Blaine actually had) and topped off with an orange bowtie (which shouldn’t have worked but somehow totally did). Blaine looked at himself from a few different angles before deciding he was the best boyfriend ever, his actions the last few weeks be damned! Blaine brushed his teeth for good measure, said goodbye to his parents, and ran out the door.

            He drove distractedly to Kurt’s house, sure he broke more than a few traffic laws on the way. Suddenly he was nervous. What if Kurt got mad? What if he didn’t want to go on a date with Blaine? What if he was dressed down and not made up at all and most certainly would not go out looking like this. He chuckled as he heard Kurt’s bossy voice in his head and relaxed. Of course Kurt would want to go out with him, and no way in the world did he not look fabulous, even just to watch reruns on his couch all day. Blaine pulled into a flower shop between his and Kurt’s house and bought a single red tulip. The lady behind the counter gave him a sweet smile and a knowing look.

            “First date?” she asked.

            “Yes,” Blaine replied, smiling confidently at her.

            “She’s going to love it, dear.”

            “Yes, he is.” Blaine didn’t wait to see the woman’s reaction, he just turned and walked out of the shop with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. He didn’t know exactly what had gotten into him, but he felt really good about tonight, much more confident than usual. He thought it might be the fact that everything was suddenly going his way. Perhaps it was the thought of getting to kiss Kurt again. He couldn’t be sure.

            He pulled up to Kurt’s house at exactly 5:15, giving Kurt half an hour to get ready, and the two of them 15 minutes to drive. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, hoping beyond hope it was Kurt who answered the door. It was.

            “Hello,” Blaine said in his flirtiest voice. He looked up at Kurt through his lashes and tried not to react when he saw Kurt melt a little.

            “Blaine, what…” Kurt was flustered and Blaine watched one of his beautiful blushes form.

            “Happy one month anniversary, Kurt,” Blaine said, and handed Kurt the tulip. He took a step forward and kissed him. He tried for a sweet kiss, really, he did, but it ended up being a little more desperate and passionate. Judging by Kurt’s dazed expression when he pulled away, though, he didn’t mind.

            “I’m taking you on a date, or did you think I’d forgotten?” Blaine was on a roll tonight. His voice was all low and seductive, even to his ears. Kurt’s eyes were wide and he could barely make any noises come out of his mouth.

            “Yeah, I did actually,” Kurt finally said, a little breathless. Blaine just smiled at him.

            “Come in, come in. You sit there, I need five minutes to get ready, okay? Five minutes!”

            Twenty minutes later Kurt came down the stairs, looking a little more fresh faced and a lot hotter. He had changed into those black skinny jeans Blaine couldn’t stop thinking about, and he made a mental note to send a thank you basket to the designer.  On top Kurt had a light pink shirt with a blue blazer. Blaine felt his mouth fall open but for some reason his brain couldn’t send the signal to shut it.

            “Wow,” was all he managed, and he heard Burt chuckle from across the room. Suddenly embarrassed, Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and led them out the door. He noticed the red tulip sitting in a tiny vase at the table at the bottom of the stairs. He smiled the entire way to the car.

            The car ride was completely silent except for Kurt’s nervous shuffling from the passanger seat, and Blaine’s occasional giggle. He had really surprised him, and Kurt was excited—Blaine had obviously done something right. After everything that had happened, the last week especially, Blaine just wanted to show Kurt how much he appreciated him.

            The pair pulled up to Lima’s only Thai restaurant and Kurt squealed in excitement. He had mentioned in passing once that he liked Thai food, but that he didn’t get to eat it often. See, Blaine had been listening. Blaine noticed they were ten minutes early and drove the car to the back of the lot. They had just about five minutes before he thought they should actually head in, so he turned to his boyfriend and smiled.

            “Happy one month, Kurt,” he said, melting at the lovesick look Kurt gave him.

            “Happy one month, Blaine.” And then Kurt turned in his seat and placed a hand on Blaine’s cheek. Yes! Blaine thought. This wasn’t the point of the night, of course. If this was the only kiss he got all night he’d still be ecstatic, but Blaine couldn’t say he hadn’t been hoping. Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine’s and quickly licked his tongue across Blaine’s lips. Blaine complied, obviously, and the two kissed gently for a few minutes—no way were they going to walk into this restaurant with red, swollen lips. Blaine loved these kisses. Well, if he’s being completely honest he loves all kisses, but he has a particular liking for the sweet, lovey dovey ones. These are more about them and less about just kissing for the sake of kissing, for the sake of it feeling good. There’s always emotion behind every kiss they share, but more so with these and, as much as Blaine’s mind has been in the gutter recently, he just loves romance.

            Kurt eventually pulls away, his eyes a little glazed, but he giggled and squeezed Blaine’s hand.

            “Shall we go inside?” Blaine can’t quite manage an answer yet, he’s too caught up in all of these feelings, so he just nods, exits the car, and runs around to open Kurt’s door. Kurt throws his hand to his forehead, exclaiming “oh, Blaine!” but Blaine sees the real smile under the mocking one and mentally pats himself on the back. Tonight is all about Kurt, and so far so good.

            They walked into the restaurant and were promptly seated at a booth in the back. Blaine already knew what he was going to order because he had looked over the internet menu a hundred times while making sure it was the right restaurant for the date. He pretended to look at his menu, though, so Kurt didn’t feel rushed. He was really just watching him, though. He watched his eyes shift back and forth as he read through the items. He watched his eyes light up when he came across something that sounded good, and he watched his nose crinkle ever so slightly when he came across something less than appealing. Blaine sighed. It was only when Kurt looked up at him that he realized he’d done it loudly.

            “I, uh, sorry,” Blaine blushed. “You’re just so beautiful.” Blaine rested his chin in his hand and stared adoringly at Kurt. He knew he was sitting there with giant hearts in his eyes and he probably should have been embarrassed, he just couldn’t bring himself to be. Kurt really was beautiful, and Blaine wondered every day how he got so lucky. Kurt smiled back at him and grabbed Blaine’s hand.

            “Thank you.” Kurt had a smile on that Blaine thought lit up the entire room. The waitress came and took their orders, and the two boys stared at each other for a few minutes.

            “I really did think you’d forgotten. After everything that went down with your parents this week, I thought you’d have other things on your mind. Thank you.”

            “I couldn’t forget this, Kurt. Never.”

            The dinner was not what Blaine had expected it to be, but he rather enjoyed the way it had turned out. He thought it would be all chatter and laughter like it usually was when the two hung out. Instead it was loving gazes and whispered words, hands joined on the table almost the entire time. They were on a schedule tonight, however, and Blaine soon paid and ushered Kurt quickly out of the restaurant. They had places to be and lots of driving in to do in order to make it on time.

            Blaine immediately turned on the music in his car and relaxed behind the wheel. He told Kurt to do the same.

            “It’s a bit of a drive,” he said, and smiled when Kurt looked at him questioningly. “Just relax,” he chuckled, and turned the music up. Kurt grabbed his hand and the two sat in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence and the new, mysterious gift that was their first date.

            “Where are we going,” Kurt finally asked. They had been in the car for about half an hour at this point, and Blaine began to wonder when Kurt would ask after they started seeing cows.

            “You’ll see,” Blaine replied, and gave Kurt a sly smile. Kurt narrowed his eyes but turned back to the front.

            “Fine,” he sighed. Blaine laughed and kept driving.

            Another half an hour later, Kurt and Blaine were pulling into Dayton, Ohio, headed towards one of the universities.

            “Jeez, Blaine. You couldn’t have kept it in Lima?” Blaine turned to Kurt, worried that Kurt was actually upset, but he was looking at Blaine with… amazement, maybe? Blaine’s stomach did a little flip at that face, whatever it was, and smiled.

            “No. This was the only place that had what I wanted.” Kurt got antsy, then, trying to see where they were headed. Blaine finally parked at the university campus and walked Kurt towards the school’s theatre.

            “What is this, Blaine?” Kurt actually bounced a little when he saw the theatre.

            “The university’s music theatre program is putting on their big show right now. I got us tickets. I know how much you love musicals and I thought you’d like to see one live, even if it is just a university production.” Blaine turned timidly to Kurt.

            “Blaine! Oh my gosh, this is amazing! I have the best boyfriend ever!” Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand and started running towards the theatre, Blaine smiling proudly behind him. The two made it to their seats just as the lights dimmed. Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand and smiled at him before turning towards the play.

            It was a pretty good show, Blaine thought, but he couldn’t be sure. His eyes had been on Kurt for most of the show. Kurt was absolutely loving the play, and Blaine was loving the way his eyes lit up—heck, his entire face lit up—when the people on stage burst into song. He watched Kurt cry when the show got sad and got completely distracted by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he tried to hold back his tears. When the show finished, Kurt leapt out of his seat and applauded.

            “Wow, that was amazing!” he laughed as the group took their bows.

            “Yeah, it was.” Kurt and Blaine walked happily back to the car, Kurt chatting about the show the entire time. He talked about the costumes and the set, the main actors, the lighting—all things Blaine had absolutely no idea about. He loved listening to Kurt talk about it, though. He’d obviously made the right choice when deciding what to do on their date. Blaine wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Kurt this excited about something. I’ll have to bring him to things like this more often, he thought. Maybe they have some kind of fashion show. Kurt would love that. He made a mental note to check on that later.

            The car ride home was definitely more talkative than the one there. Kurt eventually stopped talking about the play and moved on to other things: glee club, his friends, Tina’s annoyance at Mike’s newfound love of Lord of the Rings. Kurt looked at Blaine accusingly when he mentioned that, but Blaine just smiled proudly at him. Kurt rolled his eyes.

            “Mercedes has a thing for one of the football players. Bubba. Can you believe that? Who’s named Bubba? Anyway, I guess they have been talking in one of their classes. She says he’s really nice, not like Karofsky and those guys. They have a study date sometime next week when school starts again. They have a test or something. She won’t shut up about it. I hope he asks her out for real, although I’m not sure that would quiet her. At least I’d get to stop listening to her talk on and on about if he likes her too.”

            “Bubba? Ha! I don’t know what kind of name that is, either, but I hope he does like her. Mercedes in nice, she deserves somebody.”

            “Yeah, she does.”

            The two carried on like this for the rest of the car ride. The pulled into Kurt’s driveway just before midnight.

            “Thank you for tonight, Blaine. I had an amazing time. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to top this.”

            “Well, I’m not sure I will either, so no pressure.” Blaine laughed and turned to Kurt, who wasn’t laughing. He was looking at Blaine with something Blaine couldn’t even begin to identify, except that it looked good. Kurt reached over and put his hand behind Blaine’s neck, pulling him closer. He crashed his lips to Blaine’s, who turned in his seat and lifted the armrest between them and scooted closer. This was nothing like the kissing from earlier that night. This was, this was… dirty, almost, not that Blaine was complaining. Kurt was kissing him quickly and sloppily. Blaine finally had to pull away to breath, but Kurt just kissed down his jaw instead, then his neck. Blaine should have been embarrassed by the moan that escaped him, probably should have been really embarrassed, but he wasn’t because Kurt was moaning a little too. Kurt kissed his way back to Blaine’s lips and let his hand wander down his chest, while Blaine’s hands fisted in Kurt’s shirt. After a few minutes of this Kurt finally pulled away, but only enough to look Blaine in the eye.

            The two stared at each other as they let their breathing go back to normal. Blaine dropped his hands from Kurt’s shirt, only then noticing the wrinkles he’d left. I hope he doesn’t get mad. I couldn’t help it, he thought. When their breathing was finally back to normal and their lips not so red, Kurt reached up to fix Blaine’s now messy curls, a smile on his face.

            “I really like your hair like this: curly, not gelled.” Blaine cheered internally—he knew he’d done the right thing with it. He reached up to fix Kurt’s hair, but he swatted his hand away and fixed it himself in the car mirror. He turned back to Blaine and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

            “Goodnight, Blaine,” he said, and slid out of the car

            “Goodnight, Kurt.” Blaine watched Kurt walk oh so sexily to the front door. He sat in the driveway for a minute or two after Kurt went in, his mind was reeling from what had just happened. That was hot. He let the images flood his mind as he started his car and headed home. Blaine laughed a little (pretending it didn’t sound nearly as maniacal as it really did) when he realized this was just the first day of break. They still had an entire week left, and were planning on seeing each other every day. This is going to be the best spring break ever.