It was six thirty by the time Blaine knocked on Kurt's door the following evening. He had text Kurt earlier to let him know he would be late as the woman who's hair he was doing decided that all of her three children needed haircuts as well, drawing the process out.

Blaine was tired and his body and hands were stiff and sore, all he wanted was to do was curl up next to Kurt on his couch and sleep for days, but he decided that dinner with him would be just as nice.

"Hey Kurt, sorry I'm late," Blaine blurted out the second Kurt opened the door. Kurt just smiled and shook his head as he led Blaine into his apartment.

"Blaine, as I told you on the phone, its fine, you were only doing your job. How did it go anyway?" Kurt led them into the living room and poured them both a glass of wine as he settled down to face Blaine. Blaine's eyes were closed and he had rested the side of his head on the back of the couch, body facing towards Kurt.

"When I have kids, I am never cutting their hair until they are old enough to sit still and appreciate what I do," he took the glass Kurt offered him with a grin and put it straight up to his mouth.

"That bad?"

"I swear those kids are the spawn of the devil. They're just so obnoxious and rude and their mother does nothing. She just sat there with the foils in her hair as I struggled with her three kids. They weren't even supposed to be there. Thankfully though she took my side when one of the boys moved and caused my scissors to slip and take out a big chunk of his hair. Thankfully I had to take his hair so short after that that I won't be seeing him for a while," Blaine took another sip of wine before resting his head back on the couch and raising his eyes to meet Kurt's, "Hey," he said quietly when their eyes met.

"Hey," Kurt replied with a smile, just as quietly. Blaine leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the side of Kurt's mouth, pulling away with a blush rising on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so forward, it's just I've been wanting to do that all day," now Kurt began to feel his cheeks heating up as he shook his head at Blaine.

"You don't have to apologise for wanting to kiss me Blaine," he smiled and this time leaned forward to press his own lips against Blaine's, not quite up to using tongue, but applying enough pressure to feel good. The two men broke away after several seconds, "So, are you hungry?" Kurt asked, Blaine nodded.

"Yes,"

"Ok, I hope you don't mind, but I was going to make pasta again, but to mix things up a bit, I'm using chicken," Blaine smiled.

"Pasta sounds perfect,"

"Do you want to come and sit in the kitchen while I cook or do you want to relax here?" Kurt asked, picking up his glass and the bottle of wine and standing to move towards the kitchen.

"Of course I'll come with you," Blaine grinned, also standing and following Kurt, sitting himself down in one of the bar stools at the bench, "Anything I can help with?" Kurt shook his head.

"No, you just sit and relax," he smiled back at Blaine and turned towards the fridge to pull out the chicken he had had defrosting. As soon as his hand touched the door, as if on cue, the power went out, "Shit," Kurt swore under his breath. The apartment was now almost completely pitch black due to the fact that Kurt and Rachel had decorated over the windows to keep out their nosey neighbours. There was a sudden burst of light when Blaine activated the flashlight app on his phone, "I guess we're having take out then," Kurt laughed as Blaine's light landed on him.

"Take out is fine with me," Blaine laughed back, "Do you have any candles Kurt, we need something that's better than my phone to keep us in the light," Kurt nodded as Blaine moved around the kitchen bench, shining the light into the bottom drawer that Kurt had opened, revealing a large stack of various sizes and shapes of candle.

"Rachel went a little crazy yesterday afternoon after the first blackout," Kurt explained, pulling the entire drawer out and resting it on the counter. He fished out a couple of boxes of matches too and he and Blaine set to work, decorating the living room with candles, giving the room a very romantic feel to it, it was almost too romantic for a first date. Just as Kurt lit the final candle his phone began to ring, "Sorry, it's maintenance, I'll just be a second," Blaine nodded and watched Kurt make his way back into the kitchen. He took the opportunity to refill each of their wine glasses and settle back into the couch, closing his eyes.

"Blaine?" he heard a soft voice speak into his ear. He hummed in contentment as a hand stroked through his curls, "Blaine, wake up," Blaine's eyes shot open when he realised where he was, and who was talking to him.

"Sorry Kurt, how long was I out for?" he asked as he sat up a little straighter, and rubbed at his eyes, trying to stifle a yawn, Kurt's hand was still moving slowly back through his hair.

"Not long, only a few minutes," Blaine nodded.

"What did maintenance say?" Kurt moved back around the couch and sat down next to Blaine.

"They're not too sure what caused the power outage this time, but they're working to fix it. Now what do you feel like for dinner seeing as we are resorting to take out?"

"Pizza," Blaine grinned, "I always feel like pizza after a bad day at work," Kurt nodded.

"Ok, pizza it is. Any preference?"

"Pepperoni, but only if that's what you want," Kurt nodded at Blaine.

"Fine by me," he picked his phone up again and dialled the pizza place around the corner, "Twenty minutes, it seems that everyone whose power has gone out wants pizza," Blaine laughed with Kurt.

They both reached to pick up their wine and Blaine made sure to keep eye contact with Kurt, it was mostly because he couldn't take his eyes off of him. Kurt's blue eyes were sparkling in the light of all of the candles they had lit, giving them the effect of being made of water, almost as if Kurt's eyes were moving like the ocean. He smiled to himself as he placed his glass back on the table and moved closer to Kurt. He placed his hand gently on the back of Kurt's neck and ran his fingers over the short hair at his nape. Kurt's eyes fluttered closed momentarily at the feeling, before he moved forward and pressed his lips against Blaine's again, his hand moving up to cup Blaine's jaw and his thumb running over Blaine's stubble.

"You still haven't shaved," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.

"No," Blaine breathed, "Do you want me to," he asked, eyes closed and lips moving so he was now mouthing along Kurt's jaw.

"No," Kurt whispered, "Feels so good," he let out a soft moan as Blaine rubbed his stubbled cheek against Kurt's as he moved to get a better angle while still mouthing down Kurt's neck, "Feels really good," Kurt had now moved his hands up and into Blaine's hair, fingers tangling themselves in to Blaine's soft curls, pulling gently whenever Blaine hit a soft spot of his neck. Blaine began to suck lightly on the spot under Kurt's ear, causing Kurt to moan and tug harder and Blaine's hair.

"God Kurt. Hands. Feel. So. Good. In. My. Hair," each word was punctuated with a kiss to the spot that Blaine had been mouthing at under Kurt's ear, and with each kiss Kurt gave Blaine's hair another tug, making Blaine groan with pleasure against Kurt's neck, the vibrations going right through his body and pooling in his lower abdomen.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed, not trying to get the other mans attention, he just needed to say it out loud, "Blaine," he moaned again, as Blaine's other hand began to move down his body, eventually reaching his hips and sliding his hand up and under Kurt's shirt. The feel of skin felt amazing, "Blaine," Kurt repeated, this time moving his hand under Blaine's chin and guiding his mouth back up to his own. This time it was a collision of tongues, each one fighting for dominance, but at the same time, enjoying the feeling of rubbing against each other.

Kurt turned his head to the left slightly, putting him in the position to now gently hold Blaine's bottom lip between his teeth, kneading it softly, causing Blaine's hold on Kurt's bare hip to tighten, not quite enough to leave a bruise, but enough for Kurt's hips to react, lifting slightly off of the couch, trying to find anything that could apply pressure to his crotch.

Just as Blaine was moving to position himself on top of Kurt, there was a knock at door. Both Kurt and Blaine let out frustrated moans and Blaine lowered his head to rest on Kurt's shoulder.

"We just can't win can we?" he sighed, slowly moving off of Kurt to allow him to stand and answer the door.

It was just a guy delivering the pizza, and in no time Kurt was back in the living room, sitting on the couch next to Blaine, each with a slice of pizza.

"This isn't exactly what I had in mind for our first date," Kurt admitted, finishing his second slice of pizza. Blaine laughed softly at him, his eyes reflecting the light of the candles around him.

"It could have been worse,"

"How?" Kurt challenged.

"I could not have woken up from my nap earlier, and then you would have been stuck with a strange man on your couch," Kurt laughed.

"At least you would have been nice to look at," he blushed slightly as Blaine's grin grew around his mouthful of pizza, "And you're better company than Rachel," Blaine laughed again.

"Come on Kurt, she can't be that bad," Blaine said as he nudged his knee against Kurt's thigh.

"No, she's not that bad, she just gets difficult to handle in large doses, if I only see her for a couple of hours a day then we're best friends, any more than that and I want to rip her head off, but I love her though," he turned his head and smiled at Blaine.

"She sounds like a good friend," Kurt nodded.

"She is, I'm just keeping her away from you for the time being otherwise all she'll ever do is ask you for free hair care," Kurt laughed.

"Sounds like someone else I know," Blaine teased as he nudged Kurt again.

"Hey, not fair," Kurt retorted, "You offered!" he finished as Blaine laughed again.

"I know," he nodded, "I'm just teasing you Kurt, I like doing your hair for you. I like being able to do this," he moved his hand back up to the back of Kurt's neck and ran it upwards through Kurt's short hair.

"Mmm, that feels good," Kurt said softly, leaning into Blaine's touch. Blaine smiled at Kurt's small whimper in protest when he took his hand away; he moved his hand down and instead took hold of Kurt's own hand.

"Kurt, I just wanted to tell you that I really like spending time with you, I haven't felt this way towards someone in a long time, but I also know that you have just come out of a long relationship and I don't want to push you into doing anything that you don't want to do," Blaine was looking straight into Kurt's eyes, able to see the tears forming in them, "Don't cry Kurt," Blaine whispered as he smiled softly and reached up to brush away the first tear that began to make its way down Kurt's cheek, "Please don't cry," Kurt shook his head a Blaine's words.

"No, I'm not crying because I'm sad Blaine," he brought his free hand up to wipe away another tear, "It's just that, no one has ever treated me with the amount of respect that you do. I know it's only been three weeks, but I feel like I've known you forever. I wish that I have known you forever. you've made me feel more comfortable than I ever have around another man, so thank you," he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's lips, "But you're right, I do kind of want to take this slowly, it's not that I don't want to be with you, it's just this is kind of overwhelming and a lot to take in. I trust you Blaine," he said as he squeezed Blaine's hand, "More than I've ever trusted anyone, and I want to be with you, but I think if I jump into this too quickly then I'll ruin it for the both of us," Blaine nodded in understanding as he smiled up at Kurt.

"Ok, tell me what you want and we'll stick to that until you're ready to want more," Blaine reciprocated and squeezed Kurt's hand in return.

"I want to keep spending time with you, I want us to be able to call and text and see each other whenever we can, I want to keep kissing you, but at the moment I think that's as far as I want to go, as much as I would love to do, I just don't think I'm mentally there. There will still be days where I cry and eat an entire tub of ice cream and there will be days where I may end up begging for sex, but I'll let you know properly when I'm ready to move forward," Blaine moved his other hand to rest on Kurt's knee and gave it a squeeze.

"What's your favourite flavour?" he asked earnestly.

"What?" Kurt replied, sounding confused.

"Ice cream. What's your favourite ice cream flavour, I need to know it so that I can be the one who brings it round for when you're having a bad day, even if you don't want to be around me that day, I'll at least know so that I can leave it at your door," another tear fell down Kurt's cheek.

"You are too perfect," he whispered as he leaned forward and pressed another soft kiss to the corner of Blaine's mouth, "And it's S'mores. My favourite flavour of ice cream in Ben and Jerry's ‘S'mores',"

"S'mores it is then," Blaine smiled as he returned Kurt's kiss, "I hate to do this to you Kurt, but I have to go. I'm opening the salon tomorrow and I have my first client coming in at eight, and she's very particular when it comes to what I do with her hair," Kurt laughed as Blaine grimaced at the thought of his first client tomorrow morning.

"She can't be that bad Blaine," he said as he rubbed his thumb over Blaine's knuckles.

"She's my mother; she can be that bad,"

"Oh, well I see how that could be difficult," Blaine hummed in agreeance.

"Yes, she may not support my career choice one hundred percent, but she's realised that I'm one of the best hairdressers in the state and she can't deny good service, no matter how much she doesn't like me,"

"Blaine," Kurt spoke softly, trying to convey a lot of emotion into that one word, trying to tell Blaine that he supported him. Blaine just shook his head.

"It's fine Kurt, I've accepted that her and Dad haven't accepted me, and there's nothing more I can do about it. She pays full price so I guess I can't really complain, I'm just not allowed to call her Mom whilst she's there," this time Kurt let go of Blaine's hand and pulled him in for a hug.

"I appreciate you Blaine," he said quietly into Blaine's ear, kissing his temple afterward, "What's your favourite flavour?"

"Brownie Batter," he replied.

"Ok, tomorrow after work, if you need me to, I shall come prepared with Brownie Batter ice cream and drop it off on my way to work," Blaine laughed and shook his head as he pulled away from Kurt's hug.

"Thank you Kurt, that means a lot to me,"

"Anytime," Kurt smiled as he stood and held his hand out for Blaine to take, leading him back down the hallway and to the front door.

"Thank you for tonight Kurt; it really was the best first date I've ever been on,"

"You're welcome Blaine, and thank you for coming and putting up with the lack of power my apartment has to offer," Kurt gestured back towards the candles lining the hallway floor, Blaine followed Kurt's hand and laughed.

"No, the candles made it perfect," he leaned in and placed one final kiss on Kurt's mouth, "I'll talk to you tomorrow," Kurt nodded.

"Ok. And remember to just relax tomorrow morning. Show you mother just how talented you are," Blaine grinned back at Kurt as he opened the door.

"I promise," he held up three fingers on his right hand, "Scouts honour,"

"You were a boy scout?"

"Of course I was a boy scout," Blaine laughed.

"Goodnight Blaine,"

"Goodnight Kurt,", and with that Blaine stepped out of Kurt's doorway and blew his a kiss as he made his way to the stairwell, the power was still out which meant that the elevator was not in service. Kurt waited until he had disappeared around the corner to shut the door. He moved back into the living room just as his phone began buzzing on the table.

"Hey Rachel," he sighed as he flopped back down onto the couch.

"Wow, you answered, I thought you'd have moved to the bedroom by now, or at least be giving each other sexy haircuts," she giggled, clearly under the influence of a cocktail or two. Kurt just sighed.

"No Rachel, he has an early start tomorrow so he had to go. When you get home, please be careful, there are candles everywhere, we had another blackout," Kurt quickly explained before Rachel jumped to any conclusions.

"Ok, I'll be home soon,"

"Bring me some Ben and Jerry's," Kurt sniffed down the line, trying to hold his tears back but failing.

"Why? What happened?" she sounded concerned now.

"Nothing," Kurt sniffed again, "Nothing, he's perfect," he whispered back to back Rachel.

"Ok Kurt," she sighed, having completely sobered up by now at the sound of Kurt's tears, "Oh sweetheart, you've fallen hard haven't you?"

"Yep,"