Kurt straightened his shirt for the millionth time in past five minutes before resuming his pacing past the front door. As he turned back he fixed his hair in the mirror and turned again. He had been doing the same thing for at least twenty minutes. Checking the hall clock he registered that Blaine was now five minutes late, completely unacceptable! He stopped once again in front of the mirror and studied his outfit. He had gone with the usual skinny jeans, accompanied by a mid-thigh-length woollen top. He hoped it would be appropriate as Blaine had failed to mention where they were going or what they would be doing.

At last the door bell rang and Kurt took a moment to flail with excitement. This was, after all, their first date.

Taking a moment to compose himself, he put on his most winning smile and wrenched open the door. His smile dropped immediately as he took in Blaine's appearance, only to be replaced with wide eyed longing. Blaine was wearing dark jeans and a tight fitted grey t-shirt that made Kurt really wish they could just forget about the date and spend the day in his bedroom.

"Hey babe." Blaine leaned forward to kiss Kurt's cheek, smirking at the effect his appearance had had on Kurt, who was now struggling breathlessly to regain the ability to speak. "You ready to go?"

Kurt nodded wordlessly, taking Blaine's hand and allowing himself to be dragged to Blaine's car. By the time they were seated and buckled up, Kurt had found his voice.

"You look nice." He sniffed, ignoring his recent mental lapse.

Blaine chuckled warmly. "So do you. Sorry I'm a bit late. I had to come up with something to tell my dad."

Kurt frowned as he realised that Blaine obviously hadn't told his dad they were going on a date, but dropped the subject when the other boy turned on the radio and began singing along to 'Do you Think I'm Sexy?' It took every ounce of Kurt's will power to stop him from replying with 'yes, very much!' and by the time the song finished he was practically shaking with the effort of refraining from just kissing him already.

They made easy conversation for the rest of the journey until they pulled into a car park.

"Roller skating? Really Blaine? Why on earth would you think I would enjoy wobbling around with wheels on my feet?" Kurt stared incredulously at his boyfriend, who just chuckled in response.

"I guess we'll just have to hold hands the whole way round. I might even have to put my arms around you. Shame really, huh?"

Roller skating suddenly didn't seem so bad to Kurt, and he grinned at Blaine before they both got out the car and walked over to the long, low building.

Once they had paid and laced up their borrowed skates, Blaine and Kurt hobbled over to the edge of the rink. Kurt felt a sudden shock of nerves as he watched other people glide smoothly across the polished wooden surface. What if he fell and made a total fool of himself in front of Blaine? He thought he would probably die of embarrassment.

Blaine stepped into the rink first, turning to offer his hand to Kurt, who hesitated for a second.

"I promise I won't let you fall." He vowed sincerely, and Kurt took his hand, gripping it tightly as he stepped onto the polished wood.

They picked their way down the side stiffly as they became accustomed to the feel of being so unstable, gradually gaining confidence until they were moving away from the wall and into the centre of the rink.

"This isn't so bad." Kurt said breathlessly. His cheeks were tinted pink with excitement and exertion but he still gripped Blaine's hand like a vice.

"Oh my god, I love this song!" Kurt cried as the music changed. Pulling Blaine towards him he started to skate with faster more exaggerated strides. Unfortunately he got a bit too far ahead of himself and caught his foot on the floor. He stumbled and Blaine lurched forward, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist he used his momentum to twist them as they fell so his back hit the floor and Kurt landed on his chest. They were silent for a moment in shock, till they burst into laughter, clinging to each other tightly.

"Oops." Kurt giggled, resting his chin on Blaine's chest to look him in the eye.

"Yeah, oops." Blaine replied, leaning forward and kissing Kurt's forehead. "C'mon you." He chuckled, getting to his feet with difficulty before hauling Kurt up to join him; almost falling again as he did so.

The spent the next hour gliding round the rink, laughing and holding hands, till Kurt was brave enough to let go of Blaine and skate a few strides on his own. Spinning on the spot he turned to face Blaine again, smiling proudly. He started back towards his boyfriend, gaining momentum quickly. Kurt reached Blaine in seconds but instead of stopping he slammed into the shorter boy, launching them both back till the hit the side of the rink.

They stood for a moment, Kurt's arms around Blaine's neck, Blaine's hands on Kurt's back, holding them close together. Kurt met Blaine's gaze and they moved forward simultaneously, their lips meeting briefly in a short sweet kiss. Lust and love flowed between them as Blaine fisted his hands in the back of Kurt's top and secured their lips back together. Kurt whined lightly in the back of his throat, running his fingers through Blaine's curls before grasping them and tugging. Blaine gasped at the sensation and Kurt took the opportunity to slip his tongue into the other boy's moth, taking the kiss to a whole new level.

They had both entirely forgotten where they were, but someone slamming very hard into Kurt's side brought them back down to earth. They pulled apart and looked around in confusion, both their gazes landing upon the rather heavily muscled guy who was sneering at the in disgust from a few feet away.

Blaine clenched his jaw in anger and straightened up, pushing Kurt slightly behind him as he turned to face the man, hating the way he looked him up and down like he was worthless.

"Excuse me, is there a problem?" Blaine fought to keep his tone steady and even, free of accusation, but when the guy just scoffed at him and turned away he saw red and couldn't stop himself.

"Oi asshole!" He spat, "I said, is there a problem?"

"I'll tell you my problem shirt lifter, I don't wanna watch you stick your tongue down his throat, it's just sick."

Blaine had always hated that slang term and he started forward, planning to beat the guy till he couldn't walk, but a hand on his arm stopped him.

"Blaine, don't. He's not worth it." Blaine smiled at Kurt, and turned away, forcing his anger into a special penned off area in the corner of his mind.

"That's right," the guy sneered, "run off to your little faggot boyfriend, you fuckin' homo!"

Blaine snarled in anger but before he had time to react, Kurt was using him as leverage to get right up into the guy's face.

"You know, studies have proven that 90% of homophobes are just scared that all gays are out to get them but you're really not my type. You see that guy over there?" He pointed over his shoulder at Blaine, "He's my boyfriend. I think he's gorgeous and I intend to go home and have sex with him. I do not want to molest you, nor do I have any reason to, I mean, just look at you. And then look at him." He skated back over to Blaine. "So we're gonna go have awesome hot sex, and you're gonna stay here, by yourself, and think about how thoroughly rejected you are." Kurt turned and pulled a gaping Blaine after him, leaving the guy to stand and sputter like a fish.

Kurt and Blaine returned their shoes and left, holding hands and grinning widely. When they reached the car, Blaine pushed Kurt against the passenger door and kissed him roughly, moving down to suck on his neck.

"I love you so much!" He murmured into the crook between Kurt's neck and shoulder.

"I love you too." Kurt gasped as Blaine slowed his kisses, resorting to small pecks across Kurt's face and ending by softly pressing their lips together.

"Come on then. Let's stop for pizza on the way home."