Sebastian held open the door to Breadstix, bowing exaggeratedly with a cheesy smile.

“Tonight's going to be so much fun!” Blaine exclaimed as he walked into the restaurant, reaching to take Sebastian's hand as the taller boy led him to a table. They were seated right up in front of the makeshift stage, which was already adorned with lights, a microphone, and a monitor for lyrics.

“Yes, oodles of fun. I can't wait,” Sebastian grumbled.

“Don't be a grump just because you lost the bet, Seb,” Blaine teased as he sat down. “Besides, what's not to like about Karaoke?”

“You're right, sexy. Don't mind me, I'm just being moody. I'll be right back, I want to use the restroom before the Karaoke starts.” Sebastian leaned in to press a kiss to Blaine's cheekbone before walking to the back of the restaurant and pulling out his cell phone.

To: Princess

I'm stuck in traffic, it's crazy out here. Can you just meet me there instead of me picking you up? I don't want to miss our reservation.

From: Princess

Not a good start from a romance perspective, but I'll let you make it up to me later. I'll see you there in twenty minutes.

Sebastian sighed and put his phone away, waiting another minute before starting the walk back to the table. Finishing his date with Blaine in just twenty minutes was going to be tricky. He had hoped that the last minute change of plans would have slowed Kurt down more than that. He could only hope that Kurt's elaborate date night regimen would take him longer than he thought.

Blaine hastily looked back down at the menu. He and Sebastian had argued before about the propriety of texting at the dinner table, but if it was important he didn't see why Sebastian would need to lie about it. Unless there was something he really needed to hide.

“What's your pleasure?” Sebastian asked, waving over the waitress hastily.

“Linguine carbonara and a side salad,” Blaine replied, passing the menu over. “What about you, Seb?”

“I don't know. Whatever. Lasagne.” Sebastian said, not even looking at the menu before handing it to the waitress. “Have you signed up for Karaoke yet, baby?”

“I was about to. I know just the song I want to sing.” Blaine replied.

* * * * *

Kurt walked into Breadstix precisely on time. He gave his name to the hostess and was led to a booth at the back of the restaurant. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen, but Kurt sat and perused the menu while he waited.

After a few minutes Sebastian appeared, slightly out of breath, and slid into the booth next to Kurt. “Sorry, I was in the restroom. Have you decided what you want, yet?” he said, beckoning at the waitress.

“Hello to you too,” Kurt muttered, puckering his lips for a kiss. Sebastian obliged, then opened the menu as the waitress approached.

“Ummm, the mushroom ravioli, please,” Kurt smiled politely at the waitress, then glanced at Sebastian. “Bas?”

“I'll have the lasagne,” Sebastian said, handing over the menus.

“Good choice,” the waitress replied, quirking up a bemused eyebrow.

After the waitress departed, Kurt rearranged his cutlery, mentally wrestling back a pout.

“What's wrong, beautiful?” Sebastian asked, dragging a fingertip across Kurt's bottom lip.

“This night just isn't turning out how I planned...” Kurt said, reluctantly, “...it seems rushed.”

“You're right. I'm still not feeling all that well,” Sebastian said. “Well, I'm gonna go sign us up for Karaoke.” He bolted out of his chair and headed towards the front of the restaurant.

“Wait, I didn't even tell you what I wanted to sing!” Kurt called after the retreating figure, then sighing and sipping on his water.

Sebastian thunked into the chair across from Blaine. “What took you so long?” Blaine asked.

“I wanted the book of songs. I thought it would be floating around the restaurant somewhere, but I must have looked at every single table and I still couldn't find it. They should really have two,” Sebastian griped.

“They do have two,” Blaine said, lifting an eyebrow. He indicated the book sitting at the DJ booth right next to them.

“Oh, good!” Sebastian said, “I'm gonna go sign up, and then I want to check on our entrees. It's taking forever.”

“Hey, wait, it's my turn to sing! And that's the wrong way!” Blaine called after Sebastian, shaking his head.

Kurt sat impatiently at the booth, waiting for his boyfriend to come back. His eyes swooped around the restaurant, searching for Sebastian, before settling on another recognizable figure, singing on stage with the entire restaurant wrapped around his little finger.

“Hey soul sister

Ain't that mister mister

On the radio, stereo

The way you move ain't fair, you know”

Kurt, as always, was transfixed by how natural Blaine looked while performing. It didn't hurt any that he was singing such a romantic song. A song about falling in love. Kurt's heart beat faster for a moment as he watched Blaine bop and smile on stage, remembering how hard he'd swooned over the boy the first day they met. But then he'd met Sebastian.

Sebastian, who chose that moment to bound back into the booth. Kurt tore his eyes away from Blaine and back to Sebastian, a blush filling his cheeks. “Hi, Bas. Welcome back.” Kurt grinned.

“You wouldn't believe the line to sign up for songs,” Sebastian said, quickly fixing his hair.

“Did you sign us up for that duet?” Kurt asked, hopefully. He knew that Sebastian had probably noticed Blaine was there, and if he hadn't Kurt should probably say something about it. But deep down he wanted to be seen, wanted the excuse to share the secret of their love with someone, especially his good friend Blaine.

Sebastian smacked his head. “I forgot completely. There's something I wanted to sing to you, though. We can sing the duet later. We have all night, after all. No more rushing.” Sebastian put on a dazzling smile and squeezed Kurt's hand.

Kurt smiled at his boyfriend, but his eyes moved almost of their own accord back to the stage and Blaine.

The DJ called Sebastian's name, and he smiled at Kurt before making his way to the stage. He took the microphone and began to sing.

“If I could write you a song,

and make you fall in love,

I would already have you up under my arm.

I used to pull all my tricks,

I hope that you like this.

but you probably won't,

you think you're cooler than me.”

Kurt giggled as he watched his boyfriend. He would have preferred something mushy and romantic, but he had to admit that the song definitely suited Sebastian. Besides, Sebastian was clearly in Warbler mode, working the entire room with his cheeky smile. Their anniversary dinner had only just begun, so perhaps Sebastian was saving a real love song for later on in the evening.

Blaine grinned up at Sebastian from the table, picking at his salad as their pasta cooled. Their entrees had arrive five minutes ago, right around the time Sebastian was supposedly off asking about them. Discomfort tugged at Blaine's heart, but it fluttered away as he watched Sebastian dance and sing. The boy was irresistibly charming, even if he could be frustrating at times. Blaine tucked his fist under his chin and batted his long lashes at Sebastian, trying unsuccessfully to hold the boy's attention for more than a moment.

Sebastian kept his face stiff and did his best not to focus on either boy's face to a noticeable degree while he was singing. He relaxed a bit as the song ended, his shoulders falling. He handed the microphone back to the DJ, ducking behind the line of people waiting to sing and emerging at the table with Blaine, out of Kurt's line of sight.

Sebastian cut into his lasagne, and Blaine followed suit with his linguine. “What did you think of the song?” Sebastian asked.

“I like the song,” Blaine said, smiling to himself. “But don't worry, there's no danger of me thinking I'm cooler than you. More like the biggest dork in the room. You could almost sing that song to another guy altogether.” Blaine studied Sebastian's face for a reaction.

Sebastian only smiled in response, his smile just a bit too stiff. “What do you mean, Killer? You're the hottest guy in the room. Don't you know that?”

Blaine paused and looked down at his pasta, blushing. “I guess... being yours makes me feel that way, Seb.”

“I'm glad,” Sebastian said in a detached voice, whipping out his cell phone. “Oh, hey, it looks like I missed a call. Mind if I check on this?” Without waiting for an answer, he got up and moved towards the exit, hanging a left once he was out of sight and looping back to the booth where Kurt was waiting.

“I started without you,” Kurt sighed. “I waited for a while but I didn't want it to get cold.”

“Sorry about that,” Sebastian said, thinking quickly. “I got into a conversation with some drunk chick about pop music. She didn't appreciate my song choice, apparently. I don't know how someone can stand the cheap house wine enough to get that drunk on it, but she cornered me.”

Kurt looked at Sebastian in confusion. “It's a good song. Everyone seemed to enjoy it.” He looked at Sebastian carefully, wondering if this had anything to do with Blaine.

Sebastian caught the look. “So you noticed Blaine too, huh?”

Kurt winced and bit his lip. “Do we... do we have to go? There are other restaurants in Lima, I guess.” He sighed, playing with a breadstick and snapping it in half with no small amount of force.

Sebastian considered his options. Kurt would be disappointed if they left, and he had no idea what excuse he'd use with Blaine. “No, just wait a bit before we do our duet. He'll go home eventually.”

Kurt smiled and clapped his hands. “Good. I really didn't want to leave. Hey,” he said, noticing Sebastian had put down his fork, “What's the matter? Is the food not good?”

“Nah, I'm just not that hungry tonight,” Sebastian said. “Sick, remember?”

“Right, sorry. You don't look sick, though. It's not fair that someone can be so gorgeous while they're ill.” Kurt tucked his chin and looked up at Sebastian through his lashes, flirting blatantly.

Sebastian chuckled and pulled out his cell phone. “Oh, look at that. I missed a call. I'd better check on it.” He stood up and moved towards the exit, mirroring his prior steps and returning to Blaine, landing hard in the chair opposite him.

“I'm on to you, Smythe,” Blaine said, his empty plate pushed forward with his napkin crumpled atop it.

Sebastian held his breath but kept his face impassive. “Oh?”