It didn't take long for Kurt to realize that he had put himself into an exceptionally odd situation. When he had asked Jack's teacher to follow them to dinner, he'd had some passing illusion of a charming romance. A winsome affair of the heart. Or... or something. It was the kind of thoughts he hadn't allowed of himself since high school, and he couldn't figure out exactly what had brought them on so randomly. Either way, he could think of nothing but how desperate he must seem and how awkward this could be.

Yes, Blaine is a teacher. And he seems to appreciate Jack as a student, which gets him some major brownie points. But liking kids and wanting take on someone else's kid were two very different ideas. Kurt is aware that any relationship he has becomes a relationship with Jack as well, which is why he tended to stay away from them.

And, oh my god, he might not even be available. He could be spoken for, even married. He may not even be gay! Kurt shakes his head brutishly, thinking: stop getting ahead of yourself.

He looks across the table at his son. He and Jack had met Blaine outside of a tiny bistro a few blocks away from the school, and Jack had kept up the conversation on the walk in. Now he sits in the booth across from the men, focused solely on coloring his kids menu.

They place their orders with the waitress, a young girl with a pretty face, and sip on their soft drinks.

Kurt looks at Blaine, who had taken the inside seat next to him, and tries not to look expectant.

"So, Kurt" Blaine says with a sweet smile "What do you do?"

Kurt sighs in relief. "I, uh. I'm a consultant at a bridal shop" he replies with a chuckle "It wasn't exactly my dream job, but it's interesting and has a pretty fixed
schedule" he nods toward Jack in explanation.

"Is that, like, a desk type job? Or..." Blaine asks, his eyebrows knitting together but smile never leaving his
face.

"Oh, no. Sometimes I wish! I'm the one that has to try to find the perfect dress to match the bride or bridesmaids vision" he explains with an eye roll.

Blaine straightens up excitedly. "Like 'Say Yes to the Dress'?" he asks.

Kurt barks out a laugh "I suppose so, yeah. Except I can't fast forward when the bitchy bridezilla decides she doesn't look good enough in anything and starts crying at anyone who will listen". At this, Blaine lets out a
giggle through his smile.

The laugh is cut off by the sound of a throat clearing across the table. Both men look over to Jack, who now has an eyebrow raised at his dad. His tongue is still peeking out of the side of his mouth from left-over concentration.

"Pay up, Daddy" Jack demands in his tiny voice. Blaine looks back and forth between the two, his face a mix between shocked and amused. "You used a rotten word and I need a new journal!" he continues, his face becoming as close to judgmental as a six year old can manage.

Kurt looks appropriately scolded as he reaches into his pocket and pulls a dollar bill out of his wallet, passing it to the boy across the table. Jack snatches it up and stuffs it into the chest pocket of his polo with a grin.

"The kid hears everything, don't know how he became so sneaky" Kurt grumbles under his breath, shaking his head. "Anyway..." he states, looking back at Blaine. The man has a sort of awed expression on his face. Kurt quickly becomes distracted as he takes it in; the mans' hazel eyes wide and clear, lashes long, and mouth
slightly ajar.

Blaine is the first to look away, clearing his throat and smiling to himself before returning to the previous subject of conversation.

"Yeah, that actually sounds awesome!" Blaine exclaims. "There's just something really extraordinary about a wedding. You're the guy that helps them start a new life with their soul mates. You make dreams come
true!"

"You make it sound much more romantic than it actually is. There are more fights in that shop- You would think it was an episode of Desperate Housewives. It's pretty much constant drama. Like, I had to get CPR certified" Kurt laughs. "I think that job has me under special terms of life insurance"

Before Blaine can respond, the young waitress brings their food. Jack lets out an enthusiastic "Thank you!" as she politely departs.

Jack passes his plate to Kurt as he reaches to the edge of the table for the ketchup. Kurt dutifully slices Jack's grilled cheese in half and passes it back. When Jack starts to pour the tomato-y condiment onto his plate, Kurt watches closely.

"Now, that's enough!" Kurt exclaims sternly after a few seconds, reaching as if to grab the ketchup bottle out of the boy's hand. "You don't need so much. You know it's not good for you and-"

"And health problems run in our family and 'you wanna live past thirty, don't you, Jack'?" the little boy drones, taking on a shockingly accurate impression of his dad.

Kurt bites his lip, a flush rising up on his cheeks as he looks over at Blaine. The man looks amused.

"Daddy, you worry too much!" Jack says brightly, munching on a french fry (ordered with no salt, thank you very much). "You're the most great Dad I've ever seen but I'm only six. Grampa said I can worry about all that when I'm old"

Kurt shakes his head fondly at his son, chuckling "You're too smart for your own good, honey" In response, Jack nods his head with a smile.

The three boys eat in relative silence, short bouts of small talk breaking out every so often. Kurt and Blaine both try not to glance over at the other more than is appropriate. Try not to.

When the check comes, although it is placed closest to Kurt, both men hastily grab for the book. There's a bit of a grapple before Blaine seizes it with a triumphant smile.

"Let me" he whispers, almost a declaration.

"No. I can't-" he tries to argue, but is cut off.

"Please"

"Blaine, I can't let you pay for my kid to eat. I won't"

Watching him become visibly upset, Blaine realizes that Kurt must not be used to being taken care of. His expression softens and he places his hand over Kurt's.

"Please. I want to, honestly" he looks Kurt straight in the face, watching his blue (or are they gray... green? hmm) eyes widen.

"But-"

"Let me" he insists once more.

Kurt shakes his head slightly, looking over at Jack who is none the wiser "Uhm, okay then. Thank you"

"Thank you" Blaine replies, releasing Kurt's hand and turning back in his seat.

Once the check is paid, Kurt laughs; it's high and nervous sounding due to the thoughts running through his head. The silly illusions are flooding back.

"Your girlfriend must be lucky" he says pointedly, sliding out of the booth and beginning to gather Jack.

Blaine shakes his head politely. "No girlfriend. I like boys. And since we're on the subject, there's no boyfriend either" he laughs.

"You like boys! Like Daddy!" Jack exclaims, excited that his favorite teacher and his favorite Daddy have something in common. "Wow"

"Yup" Blaine agrees, ruffling Jacks hair and looking to Kurt "Boys just like Daddy" he winks.

Kurt smiles victoriously and takes Jacks hand, leading him out of the restaurant.

When they arrive at their separate cars, Kurt quickly buckles Jack into his seat and closes the door.

"Kurt, listen" Blaine remarks and he turns around. "Listen, I know that this is far from conventional. And I swear that this is not something I would normally do, but I just- I'm intrigued by you. I think you're stunning and- and you're a good Dad and a good person and I know I'm only you're son's teacher but I'd really like to get to know you. I want to know you. And I want you to know me! And even though we literally just met, I just- I dunno. You fascinate me, Kurt" Blaine rambles, his hands moving in front of his as he speaks. After his speech, he looks down and shuffles his feet before searching Kurt's eyes.

Kurt is frozen in his place, mouth agape. "I feel like it would be uncouth to just say 'ditto' after that. Blaine, I-"

"It's alright if you don't feel the same, okay? Totally okay. I don't even know if- oh my god, I don't even know if you're single" Blaine starts in again, his tone quickly becoming panicked.

"Blaine, stop. I'm single. Completely. No guy's our age want to date a Dad. Blaine. I- uhm, yeah. I feel it to." He reaches down and grabs Blaine's hand tentatively. "You have my number. And, even though I gave it to you for Jack... I want you to call me. We can go grab coffee or maybe dinner again, minus the son" he resolves, smiling shyly.

"Perfect" Blaine sighs, his smile so large that his cheeks begin to ache. "That sounds perfect, thank you"

Kurt shakes his head fondly and releases Blaine's hand. Turning to get into his car, Kurt declares: "Call me!" pointing playfully at Blaine's chest.

And if Blaine throws an excited fist into the air in success, well, Kurt can pretend he wasn't watching.