"Yeah," Kurt heard Finn sigh. "It's locked but its fine, c'mon in."

Kurt unlocked the door and opened it; tilting his head sadly when he saw Finn sprawled out, belly down on his bed. "Anything I can do to help?"

Finn shook his head against the pillow. "No, I'll be fine. I'm just kinda pissed at myself for not putting everything together earlier, and letting myself get cheated on again. This sucks, dude."

"I know," Kurt said softly, and walked over to the bed, crouching by Finn's head. "At least you pulled yourself together enough to win the game last night."

"Don't think I didn't miss what you did to the second play, er—that was you, wasn't it?" Finn asked, raising his head a little.

Kurt groaned and slammed his head against the mattress. "I didn't really mean to do that. Blaine—" he cut himself off, blushing. He was close with Finn, but not that close. "Nevermind. Sorry, I promise, I didn't interfere at all the rest of the game."

Finn sat up, shrugging. "Not like I would've minded. I played like crap. Speaking of Blaine, big date tonight, eh?"

Kurt nodded against the mattress. He lifted his head up and took a deep breath. "I think I'm freaking out. I mean, last night… last night was almost easy. I mean, my dad was sitting right next to us. And Tina and Mercedes kept throwing popcorn at my head. But tonight is actually a date."

"Well," Finn started, rolling off the bed. "Just be yourself, without all the ah, ya know—" he waved his hand around, "extra stuff." He grinned.

Rolling his eyes, Kurt stood up. "Gee, thanks Finn. You're a huge help."

"Anytime!"

"Actually, what I came in here for, before I saw you looking like a beaten puppy, was to see if you wanted to head outside so I can work out some," Kurt paused, rolling his neck, "tension. If I have any chance at controlling myself tonight I'm going to have to exhaust myself beforehand."

Finn smirked. "You really have it bad for Blaine, bro."

"Oh shut it," Kurt laughed, sending a sock from Finn's floor to his face, earning a yelp from Finn. "I just want everything to go smoothly tonight. C'mon, fire and football. Your two favorite things."

Kurt fell onto his bed, feeling pleasantly drained. He hadn't worked himself like that in a while. He had tried to work out all his pent up nervousness and had ended up giving both himself and Finn a hell of a workout. He had just started to drift off to sleep when his phone buzzed. Groaning he opened his hand and his phone moved from its spot on his desk across the room to his palm.

See you tonight! I'm excited :D Had fun last night

Oh, well. He'd wake up for Blaine. His boyfriend. He smiled and shook his head. He still couldn't believe it. Even though they'd only been together a few days, he was still in shock that Blaine actually returned his feelings. That pretty much blew his mind.

Even with my crazy friends? Oh, and I'm excited too. Where are we going?

Kurt rested his phone on his chest, yawned and had almost fallen back asleep when it buzzed again, startling him back awake.

Your friends seem pretty cool. It's a surprise!

Kurt's eyes darted towards his closet and he frowned. Surprises weren't good. Not good at all.

No, you have to tell me. I have to know what to wear.

He smiled when his phone buzzed almost immediately. He imagined Blaine laying in his own room, whatever it looked like, not doing anything but texting him.

Not telling ;) Just dress nice. Nothing fancy. See you in a few hours.

Kurt shook his head and sighed. Well, he would just have to take extra time planning his outfit. He yawned again and stared at the time on his phone for a moment, contemplating. He really did need to at least take a power nap, so he quick set an alarm to wake him up in forty five minutes and promptly fell asleep.

"Kurt, Blaine's here, are you ready?"

Kurt's eyes flew open and he sat straight up, heart pounding in his chest. His head jerked towards the door when he heard Finn knock again.

Ohholyshit.

He scrambled out of bed and ran to the door. "Finn!" He swung the door open, eyes darting down the hallway. "What? What time is it?"

Finn laughed and glanced down at Kurt's clothes. "Dude, Blaine's here. You don't look like you just spent the last three hours getting ready."

Kurt's heart stopped. His hand flew over his mouth and he let out a muffled cry. "Ohmygod. I set my alarm! How'd I sleep through that! Stall him, Finn! I'll be down in—" he turned and glanced at his closet, already opening the doors, "uh, shit, five minutes."

Finn raised an eyebrow. "Five minutes? I've never seen you get ready in five minutes for anything, bro."

Kurt just pushed Finn out of the doorway. "Just, seriously, Finn. Stall him, talk about football or something. I'll be right down." He slammed the door in Finn's face and turned around.

Oh.

Hell.

He started frantically pulling various outfits out of his closet, having them land on his bed. He cocked his head to the side when one landed together that immediately stood out, thankfully, so he quickly started changing. After he was dressed he stood in front of the mirror and styled his hair faster than he had ever done it before, hoping a crazy bedhead look didn't look too bad. He smiled at himself, pulled his phone, keys and wallet towards him and nodded. "You got this," he whispered at his reflection.

Kurt could hear Finn and Blaine talking as he walked down the staircase. They both looked up when Kurt entered the room. "Hey, sorry I was just finishing getting ready," he said, glaring at Finn when Finn snorted.

Blaine smiled and shrugged. "Not a problem, I was just going over college football with Finn." He held out his hand for Kurt to take. "Ready to go?"

Kurt nodded, taking Blaine's hand. "Yeah," he glanced at Finn. "See ya Finn."

Finn waved. "I won't wait up!"

Kurt rolled his eyes and led Blaine out the front door. "So, are you going to tell me where we're going yet?"

Blaine smiled and shook his head, dropping Kurt's hand so he could walk around to the driver's side of his car. "Nope, you'll see."

Kurt got in the passenger seat after Blaine unlocked the car. He watched Blaine pull on his seatbelt and start the car and just let himself smile. Blaine looked up at him with an amused expression and Kurt just shook his head. "Sorry, you just look really good tonight. I really like when you don't gel your hair." He blushed, and turned his head away. Wow, he really had no idea how to talk to Blaine as a boyfriend. Brain to mouth filter, what?

"You look really good too, Kurt," Blaine said softly, and put the car in reverse. He eased out of Kurt's driveway and smiled when he shifted gears. "If you haven't noticed, I'm not really good at this whole dating thing, seeing as I've never done it before, so bear with me."

Kurt's eyes widened and he turned to face Blaine. "Oh, well. That makes two of us," he visibly relaxed and laughed. "It's not like we haven't been out together before, I mean, you have paid for my coffee before." Hearing Blaine say that made him feel possibly a thousand times better and less awkward. He could do this, they'd learn together. He just had a bit more learning to do than Blaine, and a few more secrets to keep.

"Right," Blaine nodded. "So, this will be no big deal." He glanced at Kurt and winked.

Kurt's heart fluttered when Blaine winked at him and he had to fight to contain a sigh. The things that boy did to him were just unreal. Blaine was already making him feel slightly weak in the knees and they hadn't even really started their date yet.

At least, Kurt knew, that Blaine was his. That thought made him want to do something insane like shout from the rooftops. This beautiful, gorgeous boy sitting beside him in the car was his boyfriend.

He was so busy thinking about Blaine that he hadn't noticed the car stopping. Blaine announced that they were there and he looked out, his jaw dropping slightly. "Are you serious?" he asked, turning to Blaine, eyes wide.

Blaine grinned and nodded, leaning over to kiss Kurt on his cheek. "Yep, c'mon, I have reservations."

Kurt was almost too stunned recognize the fact that Blaine had just kissed him again. He was at one of the most expensive restaurants in the area, and holy crap, was Blaine rich? He was startled when his door opened, and he looked up at Blaine. "How'd you get there so fast?"

Blaine laughed and extended his hand. "You spaced out, c'mon."

Kurt let himself be pulled from the car and shook his head. He should've figured Blaine had money. Blaine was driving a pretty nice car, and if Blaine's house was anything like David's, then yeah, Blaine had money. Kurt was pretty sure he was in the minority of guys at Dalton who didn't come from a rich family.

"Reservation under Anderson," Blaine told the hostess, once they made it in the restaurant.

Kurt noticed that the hostess didn't even look up at them as she scanned her computer screen. "Yep, right this way," she said, grabbing two menus. They were led to the back of the restaurant, to a more secluded table. "Is this okay, Mr. Anderson?"

Kurt had to stifle his laughter at the formality, but Blaine just nodded and thanked her. After they were seated and the hostess was gone, Kurt raised his eyebrows at Blaine. "Mr. Anderson, eh?"

Blaine shrugged and opened his menu. "You get used to it."

"Blaine—" Kurt started, and paused. How did you ask anyone, not just your boyfriend, such an awkward question? Luckily, Blaine already sensed what Kurt was curious about and held up his hand.

"Kurt, I'll explain my long story, if you tell me some of yours," he smiled and reached over to cover Kurt's hand with his own, rubbing his thumb over Kurt's knuckles. "Oh, and order whatever you'd like," he said, motioning at the menu with his other hand.

Kurt's eyes widened when he saw the prices of the meals, but he sure as hell wasn't going to mention anything. Obviously Blaine knew what he was doing by taking him here. He looked up when a waitress appeared at their table.

"Can I get you two something to drink to start? Maybe an appetizer?"

Kurt shrugged when Blaine's eyes flashed to him. He just ordered a Diet Coke while Blaine ordered a water, for now. "So," Kurt started, when the waitress had left. "Which long story would you like to hear about first?"

"Oh I dunno," Blaine smiled and shrugged. "I kinda already gathered why you transferred to Dalton, and if you don't want to talk about that, that's okay. Let's see," he tapped his chin, "there's Finn, you being a football player, and hmm, a cat that knows kung fu?"

Kurt smirked and recounted the story for Blaine about his brief stint on the football team, only pausing for a moment when the waitress returned to take their orders. He was pretty impressed with himself at how well he was staying in control the whole time, so far, especially since Blaine was making it a point to keep in constant physical contact with him, whether it was holding hands, or Blaine's hand on his knee.

"So let me get this straight—" Blaine paused, taking a bite of food –their meals having just arrived—and swallowed, "you got Finn to convince your football coach to let you join the team, just to prove something to your dad, and it turns out you're an amazing kicker?"

Kurt coughed to cover his smile, because, well. Yeah, everyone thought he was an amazing kicker. Truth was, if he hadn't uh, helped things along, the ball would have barely made it off the ground. "Yeah, well. It was silly, I was going through a…phase, I guess you could say. That's where Brittany comes in, too. My dad is actually amazing, I'm surprised he doesn't have his own chapter of PFLAG or something."

"Oh, now I have got to hear the Brittany story," Blaine said, smiling, his eyes shining gold against the shimmering lights of the restaurant. "And," his voice dropped, deep and rumbling like Kurt had never heard it before and it shot thrills down Kurt's spine, "I bet you looked amazing in a football uniform."

Kurt raised an eyebrow and tried to fight the blush he just knew was going to start creeping up on his cheeks. Two could play at this game. He was allowed to playfully flirt, right? "Well, then just think how I looked in my cheerleading uniform." He covered his mouth with his hand to hide his smile when Blaine sputtered at that, almost spitting out the water he had just sipped.

"Y-you were a cheerleader, too?" Blaine asked, wide eyed. "Holy crap, Kurt. Wow."

"Yeah," Kurt smirked. "That was short lived and silly, too."

Before Kurt knew it, they had both finished eating and Blaine was being handed the check, and Blaine gave the waitress a credit card without even blinking. After Blaine got his card back he looked at Kurt expectantly. "Mind if we go for a walk somewhere? We can talk without being interrupted that way."

Kurt's heart started to speed up and he nodded. He was doing so well at keeping himself in control so far—thanks to his workout with Finn, he knew—and he hoped he would be able to stay that way for the rest of the evening.

The car ride was silent, save for the soft music Blaine had playing on the radio, and Kurt was almost thankful for the lapse in conversation. He was able to watch Blaine out of the corner of his eye and notice…little things. How there was a stray curl sitting against his temple, how Blaine seemed to be biting his lip in thought—which Kurt hoped Blaine was thinking about him, because that look was incredibly sexy—and oh, how he wished he knew what Blaine's lips felt against his own.

Sure, Blaine had kissed him on the cheek, twice. But Kurt wanted a real kiss. A real first kiss. He looked out when he noticed the car stopping and turned to Blaine, smiling. "Nice place for a walk."

Blaine returned his smile and pulled his key from the ignition. "I thought so."

Kurt got out of the car and looked around, the path in front of them lit by enough lamps to provide a safe walking environment. He turned and Blaine was standing in front of him, holding his hand out. Kurt slid his hand into Blaine's, intertwining their fingers. His eyes widened when Blaine moved directly in front of him, still holding his hand.

"Kurt, I-" Blaine said, taking a deep breath. His eyes searched Kurt's and he took his other hand and cupped Kurt's cheek. "I've been wanting to do this all night, and last night, but I didn't want to wait and have it be all clich�d and wait till I was dropping you off—" he paused and closed his eyes briefly, taking another deep breath, before opening them. "Can I—can I kiss you, Kurt?"

Oh.

Holy.

Shit.

Kurt was glad he was still leaning up against Blaine's car because otherwise he was pretty sure he would've collapsed under Blaine's gaze. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and oh god Blaine was going to kiss him. He started to see some uncertainty in Blaine's eyes and he quickly nodded. "Y-yeah." And before he knew it, Blaine's lips were on his own.