4.10 pm. They were supposed to meet at 4. And Kurt hadn't arrived yet. Not that Blaine was worried or anything but it was undoubtedly unlike Kurt to be late. On a sort of/not really coffee "date", especially. With him.

And, okay, maybe that was a little bit arrogant on his part but it was definitely the truth!

Blaine was just about to grab his phone and text Kurt, when he heard the little bell on the door ringing and he saw Kurt strutting inside, a dreamy expression on his face.

Blaine waved from his seat and Kurt moved quickly around the tables to get to him.

"You will not believe what just happened!" Kurt exclaimed, sitting at the table across from Blaine.

Blaine smiles warmly because Kurt does get excited sometimes but not that often and Blaine can clearly see that, whatever happened, it really made Kurt's day.

"What is it?" he asks, blowing on his coffee .

"You ready?" Kurt asks, lightly jumping in his chair "Yes? Ok! …Someone just asked me out!"

Before Blaine could do as much as breathe, Kurt continued "Yeah, I know, it's crazy!" he took a sip from the cup Blaine had already got him " And that's why I am a little bit late, too." He raised his eyes to Blaine "Sorry about that, by the way."

"No problem."

No problem. Yeah. No problem at all!

Who was the guy? Was he older? Was he from Dalton? And how come Blaine had never noticed someone making the eyes to Kurt?

Before he could continue his inner questioning, Kurt was talking again.

"..So? You're not gonna ask me anything?"

"Errr, sure! …Tell me?"

" Ok!" Kurt chirped, clearly happy to explain it all. " So, basically, I was helping my dad out at the garage , checking up this one car when dad asked me if I could go help him with this client." He started " I went and started looking at his car: the engine and all that jazz, but I could totally feel some eyes on me." He put his coffee down. " And, Blaine, I swear, when I raised my eyes to him… I don't know, but he had this weird look on his face" he giggled.

"…Weird?" Blaine whispered.

"Well, yeah!" Kurt waved his hands in the air " Ok, after that I told him what was wrong with his car and I sent him to my dad to discuss cost and all that, he came back to thank me and he asked me my name , how old I am and where I go to school..-

" What was that, third grade?"

"Well, no! He was just being nice." Kurt smiled to himself "Then he..err.. he kind of asked me if I'm single."

Blaine didn't know why he even asked that, but he did "..And what did you say?" he whispered, his eyes fixated on Kurt's.

For a moment Kurt didn't answer, not understanding the point of Blaine's question. What was he supposed to say? He was, in fact, single.

He searched Blaine's eyes and for a second he thought he saw worry and.. trepidation, maybe?

" I- I Said yes." He exhaled.

Blaine casted his eyes downward, nodding slightly.

"Was I- Kurt began, but then stopped. Was I supposed to say no? "Anyway- he continued " his name is Paul, he's 17, still in high school, like us. He's also got a job, tho."

"Great." Blaine started "He sounds great. I'm happy for you. " He swallowed "So, err- you're going out with him soon?"

Kurt was still looking at him, in between confused and thrilled. And, once again, disappointed. It's time to move on, Kurt.

"Yes. We exchanged numbers and he said he'd add me on facebook as soon as he got home. We're going out on Friday night."

Blaine looked at him again "So, no-

"No, no Jersey Shore marathon, I'm sorry." He apologized. "I know it's something that we always do and you know I love it and it's so much fun but this week-

"No, I understand." He put a smile on. " Of course. I understand." He raised a hand to scratch the back of his neck " This week you have a date!"

The silence afterwards was more than a little bit awkward but then Kurt asked him about his day and things progressed smoothly from there.

Saying goodbye didn't feel as usual, though.

When Friday rolled around, Blaine could clearly say what depression felt like.

And the funniest thing, he didn't even know why.

Ok, so maybe he had an idea but nothing more than that.

So what, Kurt had a date tonight. So fucking what?

People went on dates all the time. They met and if they liked each other then things progressed, if not, then..no.

Oh god, what if Kurt likes him? And for his mind's sake he didn't add more than he likes me, but he went pretty close to doing just that.

Ok. It's just a date, Kurt. Stay cool.

At 6 he was approaching crazy. He was dressed up in tight black pants and a red shirt and the usual up to knees boots. He could this, he kept telling himself.

10 minutes later, the bell rang and Paul was at the door.

Kurt's first thought was "Weren't his eyes a lighter shade of brown?" but right after that he collected himself and they left.

Paul took him to a pretty fancy restaurant, all candles and deem lights.

Kurt had to admit the place was pretty damn romantic and he hadn't never even been on a date before!

Paul behaved like the best gentleman: took the chair out for him, asked him first what he wanted to order, even helped him decide.

When a man selling roses approaching he bought Kurt a whole bouquet and when Kurt protested, Paul just said "You're definitely worth it."

And Kurt had to keep himself from thinking about Blaine and his love for yellow and red roses bouquets.

They spent all dinner talking about interests in common and non, Kurt had found out that Paul was, yes, out but didn't really like to, his textual words, flaunt it and Kurt couldn't help but wonder what the fuck that even meant.

They were about to order dessert when Paul reached out with his hand to grasp Kurt's on top of the table and whispered "Where have you been all my life?" and Kurt had to force his smile.

"Kurt, it's been a really lovely night." He squeezed Kurt's hand, right after parking in Kurt's road. " I had a great time."

When Paul leaned in and kissed him, Kurt couldn't help but think that those lips were supposed to be bigger, puffier, and when Paul's hands came up to cup his face, he found himself surprised at the lack of calluses.

Paul was a very good kisser, there was nothing wrong with his technique but, still, it felt off. Weird. Wrong,even.

They said goodbye after another kiss and then Kurt went inside.

As soon as the door closed behind him, he searched in his back pocket for his phone and texted Blaine:

Are you home? I need to talk to you. -K