Their first date went well. Blaine took him to dinner and a movie. It was a new action-romance-comedy type flick, though Blaine didn't pay much attention. In all honestly he spent more time watching Kurt than the screen. How his eyes sparkled while giggling, his complexion looking simply amazing in the dimly lit theater. How his lips for the perfect O as he'd suck on his straw, downing his soda.

Afterwards they walked around town, talking about anything and everything. How Kurt's step brother is in love with a somewhat lovable semi-controlling diva. And how Blaine's family, though loving and understand, tend to demand more from him. Usually more than he could give.

Once the date was over, Blaine walked Kurt to his door, like a proper date does, and bid him tonight. Long looks were exchanged and a promise to call, but no kiss. It's not that Blaine didn't want to kiss Kurt, oh that was the exact opposite of what he wanted. No one could comprehend just how much Blaine wanted to push Kurt up against that door and kiss him madly; not even Blaine! Instead he said goodnight and left.

The small voice in his head told him to turn around, but Blaine ignored it. He was never the type to kiss on the first date.

They went out a couple days later they went out on their second date. It consists of dinner, and talking, and laughing, and sheer enjoyment. And once again, when Blaine walked Kurt to his door, he did not kiss him. He could see the disappointment in Kurt's eyes when he offered him a hug instead, but Blaine couldn't help himself. He couldn't just walk away without some sort of touch to help remember the night.

He wanted to do this right, he told himself. The last date he went on was in his sophomore year in college and that end horribly, leading in him stumbling piss drunk into a random sorority and demanding a mani-pedi and bitching over which Manning brother was more attractive. Long story short, he didn't want to mess this up.

A week later, Blaine was called into work and asked to work on the storage department. Hoping to spend some time together, Blaine brought Kurt along. It was a successful day. Kurt, who was fabulous with design, helped him set the room up in no time.

"Have you played all of these?" Kurt asks, looking around to the different set of guitars that stood against the wall.

"Well, not all of them. But I've played around with a few. This one, right here, is my favorite." Reaching over, Blaine lifts the acoustic guitar from its stand and puts the around his shoulder. "Back when I was interning here, we had this guy, Ernie Canadeo, come in. Real business type, always in a suit with a blue tooth placed in his ear. Well, they were trying to get him to sponsor Metro, you know. Well, that hard ass Canadeo kept on refusing, saying it wasn't his type of deal. That was, until I introduced him to our instrument storage room. I tell ya, Kurt, it was amazing. He walked in, took a look around, picked up a guitar, and just ripped! He was incredible. You'd think he was in a rock band his entire life! Anyway, to make a long story short, he signed on to sponsor and I got the job."

"That sounds great. Lord that makes me think of the time we actually had real Las Vegas show girls come to CO's. It was beyond trippy, I swear. I still have the picture of us all hanging in my bedroom."

"Sounds like a blast."

"Oh, it was." Kurt, who had been leaning back against one of the shelves, stepped forward. His gaze falling to the floor, shyly. "You know, you should come by sometime this week. We'd love to have you. Brittany had been asking about you."

Blaine, who was busy retuning the guitar, kept his eyes on his work. "Has she now?"

"Yes. She misses her dolphin in her group of sharks."

Blaine looks up momentarily. "What?"

Kurt waves at him, telling him to forget it. "Brittany logic. I'll explain another time. So, will you?"

"Will I what?"

"Come to the club. You know, to see us. Me."

Blaine stopped what he was going, and then started up again. "Oh. Um, sure. When?"

"Any day is fine." Kurt explained. "We have this super awesome performance planned for Saturday."

"Saturday it is then."

Kurt moved from where he stood and leaned across the table, his chin resting on his fits. He looked up at Blaine, smiling sweetly.

"I wish I could tell you what song we were doing, but its totally top secret. Couldn't tell you even if you tied me to a chair and burned me with lit cigarettes."

"Good thing I wasn't going to ask."

"Alright! You forced it out of me! We're doing Kesha's "Blow"" Blaine looked up from the guitar, smiling lopsidedly. "It's gonna be awesome!"

Leaning down, Blaine placed his face inches from Kurt's, laughing softly. "I'm sure it will be. Can't wait to see it."

They stood there in silence, doing nothing more than smiling and looking into each other's eyes. Blaine felt something, the urge to lean in and kiss that beautiful man before him, but he ignored it. Leaning away, he placed the guitar strap around him once before, strumming softly.

"So, um, any request?"

"Got anything good in your pocket?" Kurt asks, standing straight.

"Hmm, I got it!"

Kurt stood there, with arms folded over his chest, doing his best not to laugh like a mad man when Blaine started playing the theme song to Duck Tails.