It had been two weeks since Blaine moved in with Kurt and Santana. They were all slowly adjusting to each other’s presence in the apartment and falling into a routine. Kurt would wake up at 6 am, turn on the coffee maker, shower, and get dressed. At 7:15 he would head out to his job at Vogue, coffee cup in hand. Fifteen minutes later Santana would stumble into the kitchen, pour herself coffee then head back into her room. She showered, got dressed, and left for her job as a waitress at 8:45. At 9, Blaine’s alarm would wake him up and he would finish off the pot of coffee in the kitchen. He would then rinse out the pot and set it up for coffee the next day before getting dressed. Blaine would leave the apartment and spend the next 8 or so hours exploring the city and trying desperately to find a job. As it turns out, he wasn’t a very good candidate for employment.

He was getting more and more frustrated as the days went by. For one, he felt bad that he was not contributing as much as Kurt and Santana. He felt like a burden. He also needed a temporary work visa to buy him and Kurt more time before they got married, which he couldn’t get until after he had found a job. And after two weeks of nothing he was willing to do almost anything.

It was almost lunch time so he headed towards the nearest café. He took a seat outside in an attempt to enjoy the nice weather while it lasted.

As he sipped on his lemonade his attention was drawn across the street where he could hear loud music coming from inside the establishment. There were groups of men filtering into the doors and every time they opened the music got louder and he could hear cheering. He decided he would check it out once he was done his lunch; it wasn’t like he had anything else to do.

“So how was the job hunting today, Blaine?” Kurt asked over dinner that night.

“It went alright. I think I found a place that might give me job.”

“That’s great, Blaine!”

“Yeah, because we can’t keep supporting you like this.”

“It’s only been a couple weeks Santana. And it’s not like he isn’t trying.” Kurt always defended him against Santana.

“I am trying. Really hard. It is just difficult. But these people said they will call me, which is more than anyone else says.”

Blaine got the call a few hours later. They said they liked him and could he come in tomorrow for training. Blaine was nervous but he knew he had to do this for Kurt.

“So what I want you to do today is just observe the other dancers then when there’s a lull we’ll have you try out a routine. Sound good?”

“That is fine.” Blaine tried to sound confident, but he felt like he was about to pass out. In a few hours he was going to be up on that stage, wearing next to nothing, dancing in front of strangers.

“Don’t be nervous. I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t think you had talent.”

“Thank you…I think.”

“So just take a seat and watch Cam. He’s one of the best.”

Blaine sat down relatively close the stage where the blond, Cam, was grinding against a pole. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’

Blaine was putting his work visa application in its envelope when Kurt came into the room and sat down next to him on the bed.

“So how was your day?”

“It was good. I had training for work. But I cannot start until my visa comes.”

“Is that the application?” He pointed to the envelope, “I can send it for you when I go to work tomorrow.”

“Yes. Thank you,” He gave the envelope to Kurt, who put it next to his phone on the nightstand. “So what would you like to know tonight?”

Kurt and Blaine had taken to asking questions about each other before they went to bed at night. Kurt slid under the blankets and turned to face Blaine, who mirrored Kurt’s actions. “Tell me about your past boyfriends.”

“There is nothing to tell.”

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?”

“No. Being gay is not accepted in Russia, I could never tell anyone. That is why I wanted to come to America; I could be myself here.”

“I’m so sorry. I mean, I wasn’t accepted in Ohio, but I never felt the need to hide who I was. It must have been so hard.”

“It was. But I’m here now. I am in America, I have job, a place to live, and I have you.” Kurt couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Until something occurred to him.

“Was I your first?”

“Of course you were. I just told you there was no one else.” “Oh... Was it good for you?”

“If it wasn’t I wouldn’t be here right now. You don’t marry someone who is bad at sex. That would be terrible.”

“Then I’m glad it was good. My first time was not.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“Not really,” Kurt thought about for a second, “I mean, there’s not much to talk about. It didn’t mean anything, and the guy didn’t really care if I felt good. It’s just something I’d rather forget.” ‘Like most things that happened to me in Ohio.’

Kurt sounded so sad and all Blaine could do was lean in and kiss him, “I’m very glad I was with you. You made sure I felt good.”

“I wish I could remember it.”

“It’s okay if you don’t. As long as you promise to make me feel that good every time.”

“Deal.”

“So where exactly are we going?” Blaine had come home and told Kurt to stop cooking dinner and to dress nice.

“We are going to go visit Santana at her work.”

“Then why did I have to get dressed up? It’s not like it’s a really fancy place.”

“Why do you question me? Do you not trust me?”

“I trust you. But I was looking forward to having pancakes in my pajamas tonight.”

“We’re here.”

“I know. I’ve been here before.”

Blaine walked up to the hostess and gave her his name. He asked Santana to make a reservation for him; he wanted everything to go well tonight.

“Your table is right this way gentlemen.” The two followed her back to a fairly secluded area of the restaurant, “Your waitress will be out in a moment to take your drink orders.”

Ordering their drinks was unnecessary; because when Santana came over to them she brought a bottle of champagne, “Hello. I’m Santana and I’ll be your waitress tonight.”

“We know, Santana.”

“Hush Kurt, I’m being professional. I’ve brought out our finest champagne for you two,” Kurt was not about to complain about that as she poured their drinks, “Do you need another minute to decide what you want to order?”

“Yes we do. Thank you Santana.” Santana walked away, smiling to herself. She may not have approved of this at the beginning but Blaine was starting to grow on her.

“That was weird. She’s a lot more laid back when I usually come here.”

“Maybe her boss told her she needed to be better or he would get rid of her.”

“No, that can’t be it. She brought us alcohol even though we’re underage.”

“Are you always this suspicious when people are nice?” Blaine took a sip of his champagne; he paid for the best, and he wasn’t disappointed.

“When Santana is nice? Yes I am.”

The rest of the meal passed with more suspicion when Santana brought them food they didn’t order, like the lobster. Then the cheesecake.

“I love this cheesecake.”

“I know you do. That’s why I told Santana to bring it.”

“You told her? I thought she was just buttering me up to do her some sort of favor.”

“No. I just wanted this night to be special for you. It is our first date,” At that Kurt put down the fork with a bite of uneaten cheesecake.

“I didn’t even realize that. Wow. I’m a terrible fiancé.”

“You’re actually the perfect fiancé. And a perfect fiancé deserves the perfect ring.”

With that statement, Blaine pulled out a box from his jacket pocket. “Usually the proposal comes a while after the first date.” He opened the box and took out the ring. “Kurt Hummel, will you marry me?”

“Of course I will.”

Even though the actual proposal came weeks ago, Kurt knew that this was the one he was going to remember. Kurt looked down at the ring after Blaine slipped it on his finger, “It’s beautiful.”

“It was my grandmother’s engagement ring. When my grandfather died he left it to me.”

“I love it,” Kurt leaned over to kiss Blaine, “Best first date ever.”