Though Blaine and Kurt hung out, neither have been to
each other's houses. Every day after school, Blaine and I have coffee and do
homework. We sometimes don't even talk. We just bask in each other's company.

Blaine is so sweet. I can't believe he is real. He pays
for coffee half the time and opens doors and uses manners. In this day in age,
that is rare. Finn's mouth full of food is not something society needs to see.
This is why we have so many problems.

Anyway, today afterschool, Blaine and I will go our
date!!! I'm super happy. I would have talked to Mercedes or Rachel but they
probably would have messed it up or integrated Blaine. Typical girls.

Ring. The bells sounded for the end of the day. I rushed
out of the classroom, pushing my way past people to rush to my locker. When I
open the locker door, my eyes rested on a bouquet of blue tulips. I took the
note from the flower.

Turn
around

And there he was, right behind me. "Oh my god Blaine,
thank you," then engulfed him into a hug. We stood there a few moments before
Kurt pulling away, though his arms still held Blaine.

"How'd you get my locker open anyway?" The shorter boy
laughed. "Being friends with Puck always helps too." Kurt went to his locker,
pulling out the blue tulips. He closed his locker gently, then locking arms
with Blaine.

"Ah, Noah," Kurt sighed. Blaine gave the taller boy a
weird look. "Puck's name is Noah Puckerman." Blaine let out a small hum of
agreement with a nod.

The two boys exited the school, walking to their cars. "I
think this is where we part kind sir," Blaine said with a British accent. Kurt
giggles like a school girl. "I guess I will accompany you on this evening's
plan then," Kurt played back. They both stood laughing with each other for a
few seconds.

"Seven?" Blaine asked Kurt. "Of course. I'll see you soon
then." They both waved and departed from each other's company. Now the only
issue Kurt faced was what his evening's outfit will consist of.

~-~-~-~-~-

Knock. Knock.

Kurt rushed downstairs, straighten his outfit and opened
the door. His front porch consisted of a beautiful boy. He wore a tight pair of
black pants with a purple button up. His white bowtie complemented his white
and black abstract vest.

"You look amazing Blaine," Kurt said with a slight blush.
"Why don't you come in?" Blaine entered the Hummel-Hudson household. "You look really
good too Kurt."

Kurt wore a grey pair of black patched pants. His shirt
looked like a thin tux cut to make short sleeves. He wore a metallic blue
button up with a dark blue over shirt. He complemented everything with a white
bowtie.

Burt Hummel came in through the kitchen. He was dressed
in a green flannel with a worn out ball cap. Blaine quickly straighten his
posture. He walked over to my dad. "Hello Mr. Hummel. My name is Blaine
Anderson." He extended his hand to meet Blaine's.

"Stop being so formal kid. Call me Burt." Blaine nodded
quickly. "Yes sir." Burt stared at Blaine. "Burt! Sorry."

"I'll like to talk to you in the dining room," motioning
to the room. "Come on dad," Kurt pleaded.

"It's okay Kurt, I'll be out in a minute," Blaine
reassured Kurt. Kurt huffed and stalked out of the room. Blaine walked into the
dinner room with Burt following.

Blaine sat in the seat across from Burt. "What would you
like to talk about sir?" Blaine's posture didn't faltered when he sat. Burt
started with his gruff voice, "One, stop being so formal," Blaine nodded
silently, "So, have you dated anyone before?"

"No, sir, I haven't."

"Okay, so the basics. Treat my son right. Don't pressure
him into anything. Respect him. Don't just walk over him because he is a
special person and he deserves it."

Blaine tried really hard not to cry, but of course,
something just can't be stopped. Burt faced turned to worry. "I didn't mean to
be that hard kid."

Blaine waved it off. "It's not that. I just that you
would actually say that to me. You actually care about Kurt." Blaine laughed
himself. "My dad would of just told be to stop being a fag and sleep with a
girl."

Burt stood up, pulled Blaine out of his chair into a hug.
Blaine held Burt like his lifeline, sobbing into his shoulder. Burt held the
hurt boy until the crying muttered to a stop.

"You're going on a date tonight. We can't have you crying
and sad, can we?" Blaine and Burt made their way out of the dining room and
into the living room.

"Ready to go Kurt?" Blaine called into the hall. Kurt
came walking in. Kurt's face frown when he sees the other boy's red face. "Dad!
What did you say to Blaine?"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand. He smiled, "Nothing, goodbye
Burt." The father exchanged a smile with the younger boy and wished them out
the door.

When Blaine and Kurt was in his car, the younger boy
asked again, "What did my dad say to you anyway?"

Blaine backup the car out of the driveway. "Just how much
he loved you."

~-~-~-~-~-

"Now are you going to tell me where we're going?"

"Well, we're here." Blaine pulled up into a deserted
park. He smiled over at Kurt who looked questioning back. He got out of the car
and open the back. He pulled out a large wool blanket with a picnic basket.

Kurt followed Blaine to the middle of the park. The
shorter boy set up the blanket on the ground and set up the food. Blaine sat
down on the blanket and looked up at Kurt. "Care to join me?"

Kurt sat down and took a taste of a luscious strawberry
that was dipped in chocolate. "Ohmygodblainethisisdelicious," Kurt mumbled with
a mouth full of strawberry. Blaine smiled at Kurt, who looked absolutely
adorable.

"I always thought finger food was really romantic and you
get to try all the yummy choices," Blaine said rubbing his belly. Kurt and
Blaine chatted for a while until they were both full. "I think I'm done," Kurt
said with a satisfied grin.

"Nu Uh, you haven't tried this." Blaine picked up a
seasoned orange. He leaned over towards Kurt and placed the fruit in between
his lips.

Both boys looked into each other's eyes, only inches
apart. Kurt gingerly took a bit out of the orange. He chewed slowly then
swallowed. They didn't move for fear of disturbing the moment.

"Would you like to go for a walk?"

~-~-~-~-~-

Kurt and Blaine walked silently, fingers intertwined. The
path was mothy and moist. The trees stretch far until you could see the stars.
The setting was very tranquil. The moment could have been torn out of a dream.
The moon light the path bright enough for both of the boys.

"Hey Kurt," Blaine asked while walking. "It's getting
late. We should be going." Kurt stopped and turned to Blaine. "Okay."

Neither boy moved nor planned to move in the near future.
Each boy inch forward closer to one another. They hesitated right before their
lips touch. "Is this ok," Kurt whispered.

"Yes."

They crash their lips together and each other's hands met
one another's bodies. Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine's neck, fingers tugging
at the hair that broke loose from their gel chamber.

Blaine arms drew Kurt's waist closer, letting their
bodies smother each other. Only a few minutes went by when Kurt pulled back,
panting. He drew back his hand to Blaine's cheek.

"Blaine, will you be my boyfriend?"

"I wouldn't want anything else." With that, the boys'
lips took over the conversion.

~-~-~-~-~-

"I had a really good time tonight Blaine." Kurt sat in
the passenger seat of Blaine's car. He wore a smitten smile that reflected
Blaine's. "I'm glad."

Blaine went to the other side of the car to open the
younger boy's door. "Thank you." Both young boys stood on the porch of the
Hummel-Hudson (Hudmel?) porch.

"So Kurt, would you like to hang out this weekend, you
know like coffee or movie marathon or something?" Kurt laughed in his new boyfriends
face. "That would be great Blaine."

"Okay, so goodnight and see you soon." Blaine leaned in
timidly and gave Kurt a short kiss on the cheek. Kurt rolled his eyes. "Come
here you big goof."

Kurt places both his hands on Blaine's face and pulled him
into a kiss. He pulled away with away with a mwah. "Now that is a goodbye
kiss."

~-~-~-~-~-

Blaine Anderson 9:34 PM: Hey, you still awake?

Kurt Hummel 9:35 PM: Yes, I have stupid calculus

Blaine Anderson 9:35 PM: You need help?

Kurt Hummel 9:36 PM: It's ok

Blaine Anderson 9:37 PM: We're in the same class. You'll
owe me with some help in French ;)

Kurt Hummel 9:37 PM: I think I can do with that ;)

Kurt and Blaine chatted a while after before both
teenagers went to bed. Blaine sat in bed for a while, gazing at the ceiling. He
was happy about the date with Kurt. He hope this was his opening of light in
the dark, colorless room he called his life.

-~-~-~-~-~

Two sets of raspy knocks hit the Hudmel's door. A
lethargic Finn had waken from the sound. He pulled himself off the food covered
couch. He brushed the small pieces of food that clung to him from the night
before.

He opened the front door that presented an overly happy
Blaine. The smaller boy tilted his head up to Finn. "Hey Finn, is Kurt awake?"

The stepbrother shrugged, and motion Blaine inside. After
closing the door, Finn flopped himself on the couch with a crunch. Blaine
laughed to himself.

Blaine quietly made is way upstairs to Kurt's room. He
quietly knocked on the ajar door. "Kurt, are you awake. It's Blaine. Finn let
me in."

You heard a groan come from the other side of the door.
"Kurt, I won't come in until you say I can. Not because I'm a vampire or
something but privacy and stuff."

No answer came from Kurt's Bedroom. Blaine had to go to
Plan 2. It was risky but it was fall-proof. "Kurt the house is on fire! You
need to save your Marc Jacobs scarves!" Blaine could hear items being knocked
around until a frazzled Kurt flung the door open.

After Kurt realized his current not-on-fire surroundings,
he glared at Blaine. He went over and repeatedly hit the other boy weakly with
his fists. "That," punch, "Was," punch, "Not," punch, "FUNNY!"

"Okay, it might have been harsh but it was kind of
funny." Blaine stop Kurt a pulled him closer. Kurt buried his head into
Blaine's chest. "Just never do it again, okay?" He drew his head up and look at
the hazel orbs staring at him.

"So," continued the shorter boy, skipping the question,
"Do you want to have a movie marathon?" Blaine's eyes dance with excitement.
Oh, I'm dating a child. "Of course Blaine, what type o movie marathon are we
doing?"

-~-~-~-~-

"Kurt! Kurt! Kurt! You have ALL the Harry Potters?" Kurt
walked into a room where a boy stood jumping up and down holding a few movie
cases. Secretly, Kurt was a Harry Potter fan but never told anyone. He might
just have an addiction.

"Kurt, we can do a Potter marathon. The movies are long
so we can only pick one half of them. I pick the beginning." Blaine pulled Kurt
into the room by his hands, placing the snacks he carried up on the table.
Blaine pulled them until they were in the front of the TV. "Please?" Blaine's
eyes pleaded until he could bear it anymore.

"Okay, okay put it in," Kurt relented. Blaine jump and
did an adorable shout of victory. After the snacks and movies were situated,
the two boys made their way to Kurt's bed.

They sat down awkwardly at first but after the movie
continued to roll, they both inched closer. Their hands entwined first, then
Kurt leaned into Blaine's shoulder, then chest, the soon both fell silently to
sleep.

-~-~-~-~

Kurt woke up first, feeling hot. He looked over to see
Blaine's face peaceful with sleep. His lashes were thick and moving. Blaine
started to stir. He writhed underneath Kurt.

Kurt noticed that Blaine still had his jacket on. Kurt
gently peeled the jacket off but now realizing he still had a thin sweater on.
Going back now, Blaine always had a jacket or long sleeved shirt on. Before
Kurt could go into depth of his new discovery, Blaine woke up.

The other boy's eyes fluttered open were they met his.
Blaine smiled sheepishly at Kurt. He noticed his jacket on the bed. Blaine
looked puzzled and Kurt jumped in to explain. "You looked like you were having
a bad dream so I thought it would help."

Blaine's eyes flashed with anxiety but then returning to
normal. "Thanks." Kurt and Blaine pulled away from each other and gathered the
uneaten snacks and put away movies that didn't get watched.

Kurt glanced over at the clock that read 1:29. "Are you
hungry because I want some solid food? Not that popcorn and chips are a good
breakfast."

Blaine chuckled as he agreed. The boys walked downstairs
to be greeted with a snoring Finn.

The two boys made a nice egg breakfast the Kurt Hummel
way. They decided to drive to the Lima Bean for a good wake up coffee. Once
getting there, the boys drank the warm cup of heaven and made conversation from
Harry Potter to cars.

Kurt remembered his new discovery this morning and
decided to ask him. "So Blaine, why do you always wear long sleeves or coats? I
know Lima is cold but like at school, the choir room is always boiling and you
sit there in a jacket."

Blaine reaction was a deer in the headlights of a car.
His eyes and body sat motionless. Blaine's world stop and froze in a single
memory. After a few seconds, Blaine relaxed into the stiff chairs.

"Do you want to come my house?"