Disclaimer: Cute boys, not mine. Cute storylines, may or may not be mine – if they look familiar, they’re probably not! Bow down to my beta, GLee68!

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Chapter 3

The weekend came up too quickly for Blaine, not so much for Kurt. Kurt had everything all planned out within an hour of hanging up the phone, but Blaine was still stumped. He wanted to be romantic, but not overly so. He also wanted to make a good impression because he was hoping to get some more of those fabulous kisses that they hadn’t been able to share again since that time in the Dalton common room. Blaine could tell that Kurt wanted to kiss again too, but the timing just never felt quite right. He had a feeling that Kurt was even shyer in that respect than he had first thought. He would have to move slowly, like glacially slow, in order not to scare him off.

Finally, he decided to give up trying to figure it out for himself and to drop in on Wes’ dorm room for a chat. Wes had had a girlfriend for a couple of years now. Kurt liked many things that girls like – certainly Wes had to be of SOME help.

The visit proved fruitful. With a little help from a few more of the Warblers, he had a great plan all lined up. He would owe his buddies big time, but that was okay. It didn’t take much to figure out that Kurt was worth the effort.

Blaine drove up to the Hummel/Hudson abode five minutes early at exactly 5:55pm. He took a deep breath, got out of the car, and reached for the doorbell just as he was nearly run over by an excited Kurt barreling out the door.

“You’re here!” Kurt exclaimed and then immediately wrapped his arms around Blaine for a big hug.

“Well, if that’s the kind of greeting I get, I’m gonna come over to your house a lot more often,” Blaine grinned.

“Dammit! Blaine Anderson, you have discovered my evil plan.”

“It’s not your plan that’s evil, Kurt. It’s that pout you’re giving me right now. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to resist that face!”

“Oooh, you shouldn’t have said that, Blaine. I might have to exploit that little bit of information.”

Blaine chuckled and held out his elbow. “I’ll have to take my chances. Shall we go?”

Kurt grabbed his arm and held on tight. “YES! I’ve been driving Rachel and Mercedes nuts these last couple of days about this date. As of yesterday, I was no longer allowed to call either one of them until our date was over. Of course, they also mentioned that I was absolutely REQUIRED to call them once I got home.”

Blaine started the car and started heading back in the direction of Dalton Academy. “That sounds like Rachel and Mercedes.”

Kurt decided now was a good time to try to drag information out of Blaine. He figured he’d start by grabbing his hand and see where that got him. “So, Mr. Anderson. Where are you kidnapping me to? I noticed we’re on the road leading to Dalton – are we going there?”

Blaine smiled. Hand in hand was good, but he was starting to really want to touch more than Kurt’s hand. “Well, I can tell you we are NOT going to Dalton. I can tell you that we ARE going somewhere that’s about halfway between here and Dalton. And I can tell you that you will never guess exactly WHERE that somewhere is, so please sit back and enjoy the ride and the anticipation.”

“Oh, all right. Phooey. You’re no fun. But hey – that means we’ll be in the car for a little bit! We should put on some music and sing 'til we get there! One of my favorite things to do in the car is sing really loud until I can barely talk the next day!” Kurt plugged in the iPod he whipped out of the messenger bag he carried with him everywhere he went.

“Raise Your Glass, Kurt? Really?” Blaine scoffed.

“Hey, no hating on the P!nk! And for that matter, no hating on the Blaine, either. This was my absolute favorite of any of the Warbler songs I know. I have it on good authority that while Candles wasn’t exactly the best choice for us (though I cherished singing it with you, don’t get me wrong), Raise Your Glass is what made my friends from New Directions terrified that we were going to beat them at Regionals. According to them, we were in rare form.”

Blaine sighed. “Well, I guess we weren’t in rare form enough form, huh? We still lost.”

“Oh come on, Blaine. Cheer up! You’re the one who told me that the trophy didn’t matter. Sing along! You can NOT listen to this song and not ‘get dancy!’” Blaine chuckled and started singing along. Kurt was dancing around in his seat, and both were doing as much of the choreography as they could. Blaine, of course, had to limit the hand gestures because he was driving, but he was able to let go just long enough to put his hands out for the words “dirty little freaks.” He had to – he knew the look on his face with that phrase always made Kurt laugh, and this time was no different. The song ended, and after a few songs, Kurt turned off the iPod and leaned back. Blaine glanced over and noticed that Kurt was staring at him with a soft smile on his face.

“What? Do I have food on my face or something?” he asked reaching up with his hand, pretending to check his mouth.

“No, no, nothing like that,” Kurt replied. “It’s just that, Blaine, I am SO happy to be out with you tonight. I couldn’t care less if we were going out to pick up roadkill off the highway with our bare hands. As long as I am with you, I’ll be very happy.”

“Aw darn it, Kurt! You ruined the surprise. I thought we’d go with the You Kill It, We Grill It concept for our dinner.”

Kurt playfully slapped Blaine on the shoulder. “Oh you! You know what I mean, though. We need this. These last few weeks have been so hectic. I am looking forward to just BEING for awhile. Just being a boy…quickly falling for another truly wonderful boy.”

Blaine was thankful they were just pulling up to their destination, because his eyes were beginning to cloud up and his heart was in his throat. He pulled into a parking lot and turned to face Kurt. “Really, Kurt? You’re falling for me?”

Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hands again and looked deeply into his chocolaty brown eyes. “Yes Blaine, I am totally falling for you. How could I not? You are everything I could hope for.”

Blaine rubbed his hand across his eyes to clear the moisture he felt gathering there. He took a breath and said “Thank God, Kurt, because I’ve been feeling the same way. I know we haven’t been together long, but I can really picture us hanging in there for the long haul. I pray every night that vision is true.”

Kurt bit his lower lip, which incidentally drove Blaine crazy in a really good way, and leaned in for a bone crushing hug. Blaine decided that this was as good of a time as any and pressed his lips gently to Kurt’s, hoping upon hope that he wouldn’t pull away. To Blaine’s delight Kurt leaned into the kiss and deepened it. Kurt put his hands on the back of Blaine’s neck and pulled him closer. Finally, needing to breathe, they separated. Both boys were panting a bit as they worked to calm themselves.

“Holy crap,” breathed Kurt. “Just why is it that we haven’t done that more often?”

Blaine was surprised. “To be honest, I’ve wanted to do that again practically every moment I’ve been around you, but I wasn’t sure you’d be ready for it. I kind of sprang it on you the first time, and believe me, Kurt; I do not want to do ANYTHING you don’t want to do.”

“Well for the record, Mr. Anderson, you never have to wonder if I want to be kissed, nor do you have to ask if you can kiss me. The answer is always, ALWAYS going to be yes.” Blaine’s smile grew as wide as his face as he hugged his boyfriend again. Not wanting to get too carried away, though, he didn’t go in for another kiss. After all, they had a date to start.

“So, Blaine, we’re here. Why have you brought me to this parking lot in the middle of nowhere?” Kurt looked around. In his mind he thought this place looked kind of like a place a serial killer might bring his victim, so he was somewhat worried. Thank God he wore his skinny jeans and Doc Martens, because if he had worn anything fancier, he would have been severely worried about the state his clothing might be in at the end of the evening.

“Never fear, Kurt. This LOOKS like a parking lot in the middle of nowhere, but I promise you, if you walk down that little pathway in between the trees over there, you will find something that I hope will put a big smile on your face.” Intrigued, Kurt began to follow the path. It didn’t take long to break through the tree line and arrive at a small clearing. He looked around and gasped. In front of him was a small folding table and chairs on a large picnic basket. The table was set with cloth napkins, crystal goblets, candlesticks, and domed dishes. Off to the side were some cozy looking pillows, more blankets, and some sort of sheet tied between two trees.

“H-how….How did you do this, Blaine? This looks incredible.”

Blaine took a deep breath and relaxed a bit. It looked as if Kurt liked what he saw, which was Blaine’s biggest worry. “Well, I did some research, and I enlisted some Warbler friends who are also enrolled in cooking classes at Dalton to help. Behind that line of trees there across the way is a housing development. David’s family lives back there. Jeff and Thad are the ones taking cooking classes, and they are really good cooks, as is David’s mom. They all got together at David’s house, cooked our meal, and set it all up for us. You didn’t notice, but while we were jamming to Gaga just before we got here, I got a text saying all was perfect. C’mon, let’s eat before it gets cold.”

Kurt was speechless. No one had ever done anything like this for him before in his life. He had no idea how he got so lucky as to be the one Blaine wanted to be with, but he silently reaffirmed his vow to do everything in his power to deserve it. He gave Blaine a quick peck on the cheek and grabbed his hand. He proceeded to skip to the table, dragging an unprepared Blaine behind him. Luckily before Blaine could fall flat on his rear end, they arrived at the table and Blaine held out Kurt’s chair. “Why thank you, Mr. Anderson,” Kurt said. “Your manners are lovely.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mr. Hummel. Shall we dine?”

Blaine whipped the dome off Kurt’s plate with a flourish and was pleased to note that the food looked delicious. He knew David’s mom could cook well, but he wasn’t sure about Jeff and Thad, and he had just prayed that she wouldn’t let them serve subpar food. Kurt was pleased to note that not only did the food look delicious, it looked healthy, too. He was so used to eating healthy, what with his dad’s heart condition, that he just couldn’t stomach greasy calorie laden food anymore.� Seasoned baked fish, a fresh vegetable medley, and brown rice was all arranged artfully on the plate.

Blaine looked expectantly at Kurt, hoping to hear a positive reaction. “It’s perfect, Blaine. Absolutely perfect. Thank you so much.” The boys dug into their food. Normally Blaine would’ve preferred a big steak or a pile of fried chicken, but he knew that wasn’t Kurt’s style. He would have eaten roots and tofu for Kurt, so fish and veggies was a step up.

They finished their food and Blaine rubbed his hands together. “Well! Onto the next part of our evening. The sheet you see between the trees is actually a makeshift movie screen. I have a projector over here in this box – I thought we’d have our own private movie screening tonight!”

Kurt clapped his hands together and let out a small squeal. Blaine thought that was the cutest noise ever and vowed to make Kurt make happy sounds like that more often. “Oooh what are we seeing? Did you pick something good?”

Blaine grabbed a handful of DVDs out of the box. “Having looked at your DVD shelf before, these are the ones from my collection that I think you would most enjoy.”

Kurt browsed through the pile. “Bambi? Really, Blaine?”

“Sure, what’s wrong with Bambi? It’s classic Disney.”

Kurt shook his head and laughed. “Blaine, one of the most embarrassing moments of my LIFE had me wandering the halls of McKinley drunk off my ass and quoting this ‘classic Disney’ movie.” He then told the tale of how he ran into Miss Pillsbury in the hallway. She had some serious doe eyes, so one could understand why, in his inebriated state, he mistook her for Bambi. Blaine had to stifle a giggle when Kurt told him that he said “Oh Bambi, I cried so hard when those hunters shot your mommy!” to Miss Pillsbury, but when he got to the part about spewing all over her shoes and causing the severely OCD guidance counselor to go to the hospital for a decontamination shower, he literally rolled around on the blanket laughing.

“Oh Kurt, no wonder you volunteered to be the designated driver at Rachel’s party! I can see never wanting to drink again after such an ordeal!”

Kurt pouted – he did NOT enjoy being laughed at. “Yeah, well, seeing you macking all over Rachel Berry doesn’t exactly make alcohol look very attractive, either.”

Blaine immediately stopped laughing and turned to Kurt. “I am so sorry, Kurt. I guess I was just too far gone to realize what seeing me kiss someone else, especially a girl, would do to you, especially knowing then that you were interested in me.”

“It’s okay, Blaine, really….” Kurt said slowly.

Blaine called him on his hesitancy. “No, Kurt, it wasn’t okay. We both know that. I can’t totally regret my actions, though. I really did need that experience. Not the drunkenness, but I did need to know for sure that I had no attraction to girls. I wouldn’t have wanted to do it the other way around and get together and find out later that I actually did like girls. I just wish I had gone about it differently.”

“I’m glad you figured it out. And I am REALLY glad you don’t want to be with Rachel. She is hard to deal with anyway, but when she switches from girl friend to girlfriend mode?� I have two words for you. Then three more. Be afraid. Be VERY afraid.”

Blaine laughed. “Point, and warning, taken, Kurt. Do you forgive me?”

“Of course. There’s nothing to forgive. We weren’t together then, you got yourself figured out, we’re together now, so it’s all good. It’s all REALLY good. Now, I can’t say that I’m all that excited to watch Bambi and live the memory of that fateful day in my mind yet again, so I think I’ll go with Hairspray.”

Blaine and Kurt snuggled up together amongst the soft pillows. Blaine didn’t concentrate too much on the movie. How could he? Kurt inched closer and closer to him as the movie played until his head was resting on Blaine’s chest. When they got to the part of the movie with the march, Kurt began to very softly sing along with Queen Latifah as she sang I Know Where I’ve Been. Queen Latifah had some pipes, but Kurt’s beautiful countertenor voice never failed to send shivers down Blaine’s spine. He reached both arms around Kurt and kissed him on top of his head. Kurt looked up at Blaine, smiled, and snuggled in even more closely into Blaine.

By the time the movie ended, Kurt had fallen asleep on Blaine. As much as he hated to do so, he needed to wake Kurt. They both had curfews that they were in danger of missing if they didn’t leave fairly soon. Blaine gently shook Kurt and said “Kurt, sweetheart, we need to get going. We don’t want your dad and Carole to worry.”

“Oh, okay. I’m sorry I fell asleep. I was just so comfortable in your arms.”

“Believe me, Kurt, waking you was the last thing I wanted to do, but I also don’t want to lessen my chances of taking you out again by getting you home late.”

Blaine got up and started packing up the movies. The projector, screen, movies, and pillows would all come home with him, but the rest would be picked up by his Warbler pals as soon as he gave them the all clear to come and get it. He had everything ready to go by the time Kurt had woken up enough to make the trip back to the car. Kurt waited until Blaine had gotten a few steps ahead of him before he did a little jig and squealed silently.

“He called me SWEETHEART!”

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After he got home, Kurt conference called Rachel and Mercedes and dished about his evening. The girls squealed so loud Kurt was unsure his hearing would ever be the same again, but couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. He was determined to act more civilized. Well, at least until he got off the phone, anyway. Once his conversation with his two best girls ended, he crawled beneath his duvet, wishing the pillow he cuddled up to was the beautiful boy he had just spent the best night of his life with.

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