Blaine sat smiling in the passenger seat of Kurt’s navigator. Kurt had picked Blaine up at 7pm sharp and they drove quietly to the restaurant. They exchanged loving glances, Blaine growing warmer with each look. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe he had gotten a boy like Kurt and he wondered what Kurt had first seen in him. I’m the luckiest man alive, Blaine thought, as his heart warmed under another one of Kurt’s looks. He could feel the love he had for this boy—this man—coursing through his veins. The idea of going out with him on a date made him giddy with excitement. He got to show the world (or, well, Lima, Ohio) that he and this man were together, that they loved each other. Blaine had taken to imagining himself declaring his love for Kurt on rooftops but, since he was deathly afraid of heights, this would have to do.

            Eventually they pulled up to one of Blaine’s favorite Mexican restaurants. Kurt never allowed them to eat Mexican (do you know how unhealthy that is, Blaine?), but he had apparently ignored that rule for the night. He was the one treating Blaine, after all. Blaine couldn’t help but jump excitedly, and the embarrassed smile it put on Kurt’s face was totally worth it. Blaine had also recently taken to embarrassing Kurt, but only a little. Once he’d seen that adorable face he pulled he took every opportunity he could to do something “childish,” as Kurt once said, though Blaine hadn’t missed the fond look in his eye when he said it.

            The hostess sat them in a more private corner of the restaurant and gave them their menus, sneering as she walked away. Blaine chose to ignore it and, more importantly, not to tell Kurt. He didn’t want to ruin the date just because of a bitchy hostess. The boys sat across from each other, holding hands over the table as they talked. They only stopped looking at each other when the food came and Blaine tore impolitely into his food. His mother would die of shock if she saw him right now, but he never got Mexican food with Kurt around, so he was going to take advantage.

            The closer they got to the end of the meal, though, the more nervous Blaine noticed Kurt become. When Kurt more or less stopped responding to him he put down his silverware, grabbed his hands, and ducked his head a bit so he was at eye level.

            “Kurt? Are you okay?” Kurt started at the sound of his name and looked at Blaine, an embarrassed look quickly appearing on his face. This one, however, was not the kind that Blaine liked. Kurt blushed and shrunk a bit and wouldn’t make eye contact with him.

            “Oh, I’m fine. I’m just nervous I guess.”

            “About what?”

            “Oh, it’s so stupid. I shouldn’t be nervous. I know what your answer is going to be but I just want to make sure but for some reason the idea of asking is making me shake in my boots but I’m just being dramatic…”
            “Kurt,” Blaine said, effectively cutting off Kurt’s rambling. “What do you want to ask me?” Blaine tried to put as much love and compassion into that look as he could, hoping to calm his boyfriend down. It seemed to work because Kurt smiled and put his other hand on top of Blaine’s.

            “Blaine Anderson, will you go to prom with me?”

The two hours leading up to prom were easily the most hectic of Blaine’s life. The lady at the floral shop lost Kurt’s boutonniere and had to make a new one. Blaine made sure to hover over her shoulder to make sure her speed didn’t affect the quality of the flower. This had to live up to Kurt’s standards. When he got home, he found his suit, which he had pressed the night before, hanging somehow wrinkled again on his door. He didn’t notice it until it was time to put it on, so he ended up running around his house in his boxers yelling for his mother to help him so he could keep getting ready. He calmed himself down enough to do his hair (no gel) and brush his teeth before his mother brought him his still-warm suit. He yanked it on, and ran out the door, promising to show his mother all the pictures the next day.

He made it to Kurt’s house just in time and took a deep breath to calm himself. He and Kurt were going to Junior Prom together. Kurt hadn’t stopped talking about it since he agreed to go and Blaine was secretly excited as well. He wanted to make this a really special night for Kurt. He got out of his car, grabbed the boutonniere and headed inside. Burt let Blaine in and yelled up the stairs to make sure Kurt knew Blaine had arrived. He turned to Blaine.

“You’re a good kid, Blaine. I expect you’ll take care of my boy tonight.”
            “Yes, sir, I will.” Blaine hadn’t called Burt “sir” in a while, but he thought this was an appropriate time to show the man an extra amount of respect.

“You’re going to Mike’s place tonight for the after party, right?”

“Yes sir. And in the morning we’ll go out for breakfast and I’ll bring him back after that.” It wasn’t a lie, it just wasn’t the whole truth, either. They were going to Mike’s after party, but they weren’t staying there all night. Blaine and Kurt managed to get a hotel for the night in order to get some privacy. They had talked about it and, although it was cliché, they thought tonight would be the perfect night for them to, uh, well, Blaine would be lying if he said what he was looking forward to most tonight was the dance. Oh hell, Blaine thought. If I can’t even think the word I can’t do it. We’re going to have sex. Kurt and I. Sex. Us. Sex.

Kurt came down the stairs then, saving Blaine from further questioning. He turned to look up and his heart stopped. Kurt looked stunning. He was wearing a slim black suit with a blue bowtie, which Blaine thought made Kurt’s eyes stand out even more. He hadn’t realized that was possible. He felt his jaw drop and his breath escape him. Just like their first date, his trance was broken by Burt’s chuckles.

“Get down here, kiddo. I think you gave your boyfriend here a stroke.” Kurt blushed at Burt’s words, his eyes shyly meeting Blaine’s, before coming down the stairs. He had attached Blaine’s boutonniere, pictures and all, before Blaine finally got a word in.

“Kurt,” he whispered. Eloquent. Good job Blaine. Kurt laughed and looked up, a smug smirk barely visible on his face.

“Yes, dear?”

“You look beautiful.” Kurt smiled fully then and kissed Blaine on the lips, his dad snapping a picture in the background.

“Thank you, Blaine. You don’t look so bad yourself!” Blaine’s mind finally caught up then, and he smiled.

“Thank you.” He attached Kurt’s flower and the two posed for pictures at the bottom of the stairs.

“Now I want to talk to you before you leave,” Burt said, making Kurt sigh. “No, Kurt, now listen. There may be some people there tonight who don’t approve of you two being there. Hell, who don’t approve of you two at all. I want you boys to remember that you have just as much right to be there as the rest of them. I hope like hell they leave you two alone tonight, but if they don’t, please don’t let them ruin this for you. Kurt, you’ve been looking forward to your prom for a long time and I don’t want you to let some ignorant homophobes ruin it for you. You boys matter, you got that?”

Neither boy would ever admit to having tears in their eyes by the end of Burt’s speech, but they’d be lying. Blaine was touched by Burt’s words and he knew Kurt was, too. They had talked about the possibility, but decided, like Burt said, not to let people get them down tonight.

Blaine gasped when he entered the school gymnasium. He didn’t think that wretched place could look this good. He thought if it looked like this more often he might actually sign up for a gym class. There were silver streamers and colored lights hanging from the ceiling, along with silver clothed tables around the outsides of the room, with a large dance floor in the center. The dance had started half an hour earlier and the place was already a mob scene. Everybody was in their own clique, of course, but they all seemed to mesh together in the middle. Blaine and Kurt found the rest of the glee members quickly, not noticing a single glare in their direction. The entire night went well, actually. Nobody approached them, nobody said anything about them, and nobody gave them dirty looks. Everybody was having fun, keeping to themselves and leaving everybody else be. McKinley students were known for bickering and gossiping and generally sticking their noses where they don’t belong. Tonight was different, and it was amazing.

Blaine and Kurt danced all night with their friends. Kurt danced with Tina and Mercedes a few times, and Blaine even danced once with Mike, who never once seemed nervous about what others would think. Santana asked Kurt for a dance but Blaine was quick to step in. He still wasn’t sure what to make of her after Kurt told him she keeps asking for sex. He was the only one who got to do that with Kurt, and Blaine couldn’t keep his mind off the idea.

Blaine wasn’t the only one who was excited for their post-dance activities, either. All night Kurt kept smiling nervously at him and checking his watch. He was enjoying himself, Blaine knew, but he was just as anxious to leave as Blaine. Finally (mercifully), the dance ended and the group went to Mike’s. They filled themselves up on nachos and hot chocolate, relaxing in Mike’s living room in comfier clothes. The girls played with each others’ hair now that they let it out of it’s respective cages. Blaine couldn’t believe the number of bobby pins sitting on the table. Poor Quinn just kept reaching into her hair and pulling out another one and another one and another one and how the hell did they hide those, anyway? Sometimes Blaine was so glad he was gay.

The boys made their required appearance, but Kurt was quick to find an exit. They said their goodbyes and suffered through a few minutes of teasing before they nervously made their way to the hotel.

Blaine made sure to go all out and get them one of the best rooms in the place. He didn’t want their first time together (or, he reminded himself, either of their first times ever) to take place in some shabby hotel room. He wanted it to be nice and romantic. Kurt smiled happily at him when they entered. Blaine celebrated internally, his nerves about the hotel room finally disappearing.

“This is beautiful, Blaine. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, my love.” He leaned forward and kissed Kurt like he’d been waiting to all night. Kurt kissed him back passionately, pushing Blaine towards the bed just like the first time they ever did anything physical. Blaine smiled at the memory, but that only caused Kurt to kiss him more desperately. Blaine thought they’d take things slow once they got to the hotel, but he didn’t mind this change in plans. Not one bit.

Soon they were both naked and sweating on the bed, kissing and cussing and moaning while Kurt prepared Blaine.

“I’m ready,” Blaine whispered.

“I love you,” Kurt replied, his eyes filled with love and trust as he entered Blaine. Both boys moaned loudly at the feeling, but didn’t let it overwhelm them. Blaine had never felt anything so amazing in his entire life. Physically it was the most pleasurable thing he’d ever felt and he couldn’t help the moans and sighs that escaped him, couldn’t ignore the ones he heard from Kurt. Most importantly, though, Blaine had never felt so loved. Kurt was loving and gentle and he took Blaine’s breath away. He felt more connected now with Kurt inside him than he ever had with anybody. He’d always wondered why people called it “being intimate.” He understood completely now. This was the closest, most intimate feeling he could imagine. Just Kurt and him and love. That’s all it was, pure love.

And when it was over, when both boys were slowly coming down from their bliss, they held each other, loving gazes in their eyes. They were sweaty and messy and panting, but Blaine thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—their bodies tangled together, their arms around each other. He wanted to lie like this forever.

“Wow. That was amazing.” Kurt said, a dopy grin in his face.

“Yeah it was. I love you so much, Kurt Hummel. I’m so glad we did this together.”

“Me too.” The boys kissed again, happy in the privacy of their hotel room. They were safe here; safe to love each other and be together without fear of hate. They could simply hold each other and kiss each other and share the first of many magical nights together.