“ARGH!!” Blaine yelled angrily at his closet. Blaine was panicking. He wanted this date to be perfect, but suddenly none of his clothes seemed right and seriously? Why did he have no clothes? This was ridiculous.

“What’s up?” Wes asked popping his head in.

“I don’t know what to wear!” Blaine sat down on the bed groaning into his hands. “It has to be the perfect outfit. I can’t screw this up!”

Around this time, Jeff walked through the door “how’s it going?” he asked, smirking at the pile of clothes strewn all over the place from Blaine’s search.

Blaine glanced up. “Shut up” he said seeing Jeff’s smirk. Staring morosely at the clothes, he continued talking. “I don’t know what to wear.”

“You should wear those washed out jeans over there and that white Henley Aeropostale shirt you love so much” Sebastian said from the door.

Blaine stared blankly at the clothes for a moment. A smile slowly spread across his face. “You’re a genius Seb! Thanks!”

“Yeah, well, someone in this group has to have some brain power.”

“Hey!” Wes shot at Sebastian, throwing a pillow at him.

Blaine’s phone buzzed. “Oh my god! Kurt’s texting me. Out. All of you. Now.” Blaine demanded pointing at the door.

“Seriously man? It’s a text.” Blaine glared at Sebastian. “Ok, ok” Sebastian said holding up his hands in defeat. “We’re leaving.”

When the three of them finished trudging out of his room, Blaine picked up his phone.

 Kurt: Hey! I’m ready where should I meet you?

Blaine grabbed a pair of shoes from his closet and rammed his feet into them. He then ran into the bathroom to style his hair, while texting Kurt back. 

Blaine: Harbor View. I’ll pick you up. Text me your address. I’ll be there in 20?

Kurt: Looking forward to it! My address is 139 Seaside Lane

Blaine read the text as he finished with his hair, only to hear Cooper and his mom arrive home after being at the market all afternoon.

“Hey Squirt! Mom needs help bringing food in!” Cooper hollered up the stairs as he walked in the door.

“Coop!” Blaine yelled back, “I have a date tonight and I have to leave in… like 30 seconds.”

 “Take it up with Mom then.” He said slamming the bags down on the table. He was about to go back outside to bring in more bags when Blaine appeared at the bottom of the stairs. “…Wait. You just said you were going out on a date.”

“Yes…”

“YOU’RE GOING OUT ON A DATE BLAINERS!?!?!? WITH WHO??” Cooper demanded, flapping his arms around excitedly. “Where are you taking him?! Or is he taking you out? Answer me Blaine!!” Cooper finished talking, grabbing Blaine by the shoulders and shaking him slightly.

“Coop-”

Just as Blaine is about to explain, Mrs. Anderson walked in the door carrying some groceries. “What’s this?” she asked, glancing between Cooper and Blaine. “Did I hear the word date?” She inquries, noticing that Blaine has dressed up.

“Umm, yeah mom, I’m going out with a guy named Kurt who’s lifeguarding at the beach.” He paused and looked at his watch, “actually I’m kinda running late. Can I go?”

Mrs. Anderson looked him over once more and then nodded. “Go ahead, have fun, be safe, be back by midnight.”

“Thanks mom!” Blaine shouted over his shoulder running out the door.

As the door closed behind him he heard Cooper shout, “Is he taking the Mercedes?? I never get to drive that! I’m the oldest!”

Right as Blaine reached the car, he heard the sound of a window opening on the second story. “Have fun tonight!”

“Call us if you need anything!”

“Tell Kurt we say hi!”

Blaine turned to wave at his friends. He was not at all surprised to see them gathered around the window with Jeff leaning half way out of it shouting.

Blaine then hopped in the car and opened the roof. Only to be hit by a handful of condoms. He looked up to see Sebastian smirking at him and yelling “be safe!”

“Oh my god Seb. It’s a first date. I don’t need condoms.”

“Just because it’s a first date doesn’t mean you can’t get an STD!”

“You know what.” Blaine made a half frustrated, half laughing noise, throwing the condoms into the yard. “I’m leaving. I’ll see you all in the morning. Don’t wait up. And don’t you dare leave the house tonight.”

Just then Blaine’s phone beeped. He picked it up, glancing at the text.

Kurt: Hi! In case you have trouble finding find the house, it’s right next door to the god awful hot pink one.

Blaine:  That should make it easy to find! I got held up leaving the house, but I should be there in 8 minutes or so :)

Pulling out of the driveway, Blaine smiled to himself as he heard a shout of “No texting and driving!” come from Wes.

Picking Kurt up at his house goes beautifully. Blaine went to the door, he met the people Kurt is staying with, he told Kurt how handsome he looks, and then he opened the car door for Kurt. And Kurt told Blaine that he liked his outfit.

Ten minutes into the car ride, however, Kurt leaned over to pick something up off the ground. Blaine, glancing over, realized, to his horror, that it was a stray condom.

Kurt stared at it blankly for a moment while Blaine turned bright red beside him.

“Umm, Blaine?” Kurt squeaked.

“…Yeah?” Blaine grimaced.

“…Why is there a condom in your car?”

“I, umm.” Blaine had his hand halfway up to his head to run nervous fingers through his hair before bringing it back to the wheel in favor of not ruining his perfectly gelled hair. “My friend Sebastian, one of the guys I’ve been going to the beach with, decided to throw a bunch of condoms out the window at me as I was leaving. I thought I’d gotten them all out of the car but…” he gestured vaguely at the condom in Kurt’s hand.

Kurt snorted. “Seriously? Was he that guy that yelled ‘get some’ when you were asking me out?”

Blaine winced slightly. “Yup. That’d be him.  Sebastian at his finest.”

Kurt laughed. “Your friends are insane.”

“Tell me about it. Half the time I feel as though I’m an underpaid nanny or something.”

When they arrived in the parking lot 2 minutes later, Kurt got out of the car looking surprised when Blaine all but sprinted around it to open his door for him.

During dinner they talked about everything. Well, maybe not everything, but they skatde from discussions of musicals, to dreams for the future, to family, to Vogue, to school, to TV.

When the meal came, Kurt gushed over the intricate way his food was laid on the plate. And then proceeded to mock Blaine’s attempts to eat his lobster.

“I think you’re doing it wrong.”

“No way! Cooper always eats it this way” Blaine says in an indignant tone that suggested he believed Cooper is an authority on lobster eating.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. “Blaine. Your brother is an actor. He’s not a chef. Or anything of the like.”

“Yeah, so?”

“I’ve read Proper Manners for Eating Seafood. You’re not doing it right.”

Blaine let out a pitiful whimper and looked up at Kurt as lobster meat once again catapulted onto the table when he tugged at it with his fork.

Kurt sighed and decided to take pity on Blaine. He got up gracefully and walked around the table. Taking a deep breath Kurt stood behind Blaine and reached his arms around him. Blaine froze momentarily as Kurt wrapped his hands around Blaine’s but he quickly relaxed.

“This” Kurt says matter-of-factly as he moved Blaine’s hands to the lobster “is how you get lobster meat out to eat it.”

“O- okay.” Blaine stutters, barely noticing anything going on with the lobster, as he is too focused on the feel of Kurt’s hands around his.

Kurt paused for a moment, seeming to realize what he was doing, before immediately letting go. “Sorry,” Kurt said blushing and removing his hands from Blaine’s. “I, uh, didn’t mean to just do that without asking” Kurt went back to his seat, looking down at his hands.

“What?! No. Don’t apologize. I asked you out on a date. Clearly I don’t mind you getting in my personal space a little bit.” Blaine smiled a tiny bit at Kurt until Kurt smiled back, causing Blaine to grin.

After a moment they went back to their food, eating silently for a moment until Blaine let out a loud noise of frustration, starring helplessly down at his food.

Kurt started giggling. “Ok, you clearly have just never eaten lobster before. How about we have this all wrapped up-”

“What? No. I can eat it” Blaine looked up at Kurt wide eyed. “I’ll figure it out.” He looked pleadingly at Kurt. “Don’t give up on me yet, I swear I usually succeed in eating my food without a struggle.”

“Blaine,” Kurt shot him an odd look, “I’m not giving up on you. I was merely going to suggest that we go to the boardwalk and I’ll get you some food that you’re capable of eating in public.”

“Oh.” Blaine looked at his plate somewhat sadly before smiling and meeting Kurt’s gaze once more. “That sounds like a lovely plan.”

They went to the boardwalk where Kurt bought Blaine ice cream after he excitedly ran at the first store they saw. Once Blaine had finished eating it and they were halfway down the board walk, Kurt slipped his hand into Blaine’s, managing to not even miss a beat in their conversation.

As Kurt and Blaine walked to the car after spending a while longer walking along the boardwalk, Kurt spoke.

“Hey Blaine?” he asked nervously.

“Yeah?” Blaine replied, squeezing Kurt’s hand lightly.

“They’re showing Casablanca at the drive-in tomorrow night. Will you,- do you want to go with me?”

“Yes!” Blaine responded enthusiastically. “I love the drive in. I wish they had one in Westerville.” Kurt grinned. “Your car or mine?”

“Seeing as you have a convertible, I vote yours.”

When they arrive at Kurt’s house, Blaine got out of the car and walked around it, opening the door for Kurt. Kurt was about to accept the hand Blaine had reached out to him, when he stopped. Blaine looked at him in confusion, slightly disappointed that Kurt hadn’t grabbed his hand. His expression getting even more baffled when he saw that Kurt had picked up the condom he’d found earlier.

“Kurt, wha-”

“Can we mess with Sebastian?”

“Seb is a difficult person to successfully screw with but…” Blaine gives Kurt a calculating look “you may be a worthy candidate to attempt it. What’d you have in mind?”

“Would it be going too far if we umm, opened the condom and made it look like we’d used it in the back seat?”

Blaine grinned, a look of awe crossing his face. “…That might actually get him. I’ll tell you what. This is my mom’s car, but we’ll take mine tomorrow and do it.” Kurt giggled. “DO YOUR PRACTICAL JOKE” Blaine yelled. “God Kurt, get your head out of the gutter. Geez.”

Kurt laughed, hopping out of the car. “You can blame Finn for that.”

Blaine tangled his fingers with Kurt’s as they walked to the door. They stood there awkwardly for a moment before Blaine turned to Kurt. “I had a lovely time tonight. Thank you for the ice cream. And putting up with me flinging food around the restaurant.”

Kurt smiled, “thanks for taking me out. That was the perfect first date.” Blaine beamed. “I mean, ok, yeah, so there was more food throwing, no New York, and more condoms than I may’ve imagined, but it was wonderful.”

“Don’t tell Jeff this, but I’m kind of glad he decided to fake a dumb injury.”

“I kind of am too” Kurt admitted.

Someone inside the house turned a TV on. Kurt sighed, “I better go inside. Good ni-”

“Wait.” Blaine interrupted him. Kurt turned back around. “Can I- can I kiss you?”

Kurt just stared at him, and for a moment Blaine was afraid Kurt was going to say no and then cancel their next date. “Yes,” Kurt squeaked. “I would love that.”

Blaine leaned in and pressed his lips gently to Kurt’s, his head spinning slightly at the wonderful new sensation. After a moment he pulled away. “I’ll umm, I’ll see you tomorrow then? You’re working right?”

“Yes.” Kurt replied in a slight daze. “I’ll be there.”

Blaine smiled and then leaned in one more time, kissing Kurt. “Good night, sweet dreams.”

“You too” Kurt responded, opening the front door as Blaine headed back to his car. Glancing back outside as he closed the front door behind him, Kurt laughed softly to himself, grinning as he saw Blaine do what looks to be a dorky little victory dance for the remaining distance to the car.

“Don’t hurt yourself there Anderson” Kurt called through the screen.

Blaine whorled around startled, and then flushed slightly, “I was just, umm, practicing?” Kurt just smiled at him, shaking his head. “Good night!”