Chapter 5: The Date

Kurt didn't know why he'd left the note. He didn't do things like that. Ever. He had sex, he left. He didn't leave notes with contact information for adorable prep school boys he didn't know. He didn't set himself to be in a position in which he could be rejected. Ever. He had clearly lost his mind. He had asked some dapper boy he'd barely met on....well, sort of a date, though he hadn't mentioned the word explicitly. 

Kurt had never been on a date. Ever. He had gone to clubs and gone home with guys and fucked and been fucked, but he had never been on a proper date. So, he was nervous. If Blaine said no, that would mean he had been rejected, and Kurt Hummel did not deal well with rejection. If Blaine said yes, then Kurt was kind of going to go on his first real date if it even was a date but he wasn't actually sure and that option was just about as terrifying as the first. All Kurt wanted to know right now was which of the two terrors he would have to face. 

So, there he was, anxiously checking his phone every minute or so to see if there was anything from Blaine, butterflies in his belly refusing to just land. Kurt had never been in this position. Ever. He wasn't particularly fond of it, either.

At 7:15 pm, Kurt's phone rang, and Kurt answered it at record speed. "Hey," he said, feigning nonchalance as best as he could. 

"Hey. Um...this is Kurt, right?"

"It is."

"Oh, good! It's Blaine, from this morning. I was just calling to take you up on your offer to get coffee sometime, if the the offer still stands."

"It does. When would you like to meet up?"

"Would this Friday work for you?"

Kurt smiled to himself. "Friday is perfect. What time?"

"Is 6:00 ok? I have Warblers until 5:30."

"Warblers?"

"Oh! Right, sorry. The Warblers are my school glee club. We rehearse until 5:30 on Fridays."

"Ah, I see. 6:00 it is. Where?"

"The Lima Bean is my favorite place to get coffee around here. Would that work for you?"

"It would. So, I'll meet you at The Lima Bean this Friday at 6."

"Great! It's a date! I look forward to it. I have to go now, but I'll see you soon!"

Not soon enough, Kurt thought to himself. "As do I. See you soon."

"Goodnight, Kurt."

"Goodnight."

Kurt hung up the phone in a daze. He felt like giggling and squealing like a middle-school girl or something. He couldn't contain his excitement or rid his face of the stupid grin that had cemented itself there during his conversation with Blaine.

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Too soon and not soon enough, it was Friday and Kurt was sitting in his car, having a minor freak-out over the whole scenario. He took a moment to calm himself down and take a deep breath before emerging from his car to walk toward The Lima Bean. At the door, he hesitated, but pushed past his nerves and walked in. Upon entry, his heart raced at the sight of Blaine and his nerves calmed significantly. Blaine was seated at a small table toward the front right corner of the room, dressed in his uniform, his head catching the light due to his copious amount of gel. He smiled brilliantly at the sight of Kurt and waved. Kurt's heart fluttered in his chest and well, wow, that was a new feeling.

He sat down across from Blaine. "Hi," he greeted, lamely. "Hi," Blaine greeted, somehow not sounding nearly as lame as Kurt had thought he himself had sounded and, rather, managed to come across as adorable.

"So," Blaine said, "I've been meaning to ask you something."

"And what, exactly, have you been meaning to ask me?"

"Why were you at my house, anyway?"

Kurt's heart sank. He had been so happy he was floating on air, but the question sent him falling rapidly back down to earth. He was grateful that Cooper hadn't told him, but was now faced with a dilemma; he didn't want to lie, but he knew that if he told the whole truth, he would lose Blaine forever, and he couldn't have that. He couldn't have that because Blaine was the only person who saw who he really was, without the tainting of the lifestyle he'd adopted. He couldn't have that because Blaine was the only person who looked at him that made him feel like he was beautiful and like he was worth something more than just a one night stand. He couldn't have that because he wouldn't be able to bear seeing the light in Blaine's eyes fade in favor of a sad gaze of disappointment, or—even worse—a look of disgust. He couldn't have that because he could see himself falling in love with Blaine, he could see Blaine possibly falling in love with him, too.

"It's a long story. I was out at a club the night before and had a lot to drink, and so had Cooper. I didn't have money for a cab, so Cooper offered to share his. I kinda passed out in the cab, though, so I ended up crashing at his place—which is, apparently, also your place," he answered truthfully. He had been out at the club and he had had a lot to drink, as had Cooper. He hadn't brought money for a cab or anything else for that matter; he never had to pay for anything when he went out to Scandals, as guys were tripping over each other to buy him things in an effort to win his affections. Cooper had caught his attention at the club because he was incredibly attractive. He could tell that he was straight and wondered why he would be there, so he had sauntered up to him and asked him. Cooper had answered that he was scoping the place out for his brother, to drag him there to "live a little." Kurt liked Cooper and decided to challenge himself by setting out to bed the dashing straight man. He acted a bit drunk, so Cooper offered to call him a cab, and when he explained he had no money, Cooper had offered to share his, just as Kurt had expected. 

He knew Cooper—despite being straight—found him attractive because he would catch him watching him on the dance floor or staring at his ass when he thought Kurt wasn't looking, so he knew he would succeed if he played his cards right. He knew Cooper would drop him off at home if he told his address, so he made sure he didn't. Immediately upon climbing into the backseat with Cooper, he crawled over to Cooper, straddled him, and wrapped his arms around his neck. He waited for any kind of protest, but it didn't come, so he leaned forward and whispered seductively in his ear "It's a shame you're straight, cuz I would've let you fuck me." He then leaned further into Cooper, rolling his body against his before practically growling "I would've let you fuck me so. Hard. " He felt Cooper getting hard beneath him and smiled to himself, going into the next phase of his plan. He yawned, then innocently, sleepily said, "Oh, well," and proceeded to snuggle into Cooper until he drifted off, confident in the knowledge that he would most definitely be getting laid. He didn't drift off for very long, but when he did awake, he didn't show it. Instead, he nuzzled into Cooper's neck and let out an occasional whimper or moan, rolling his body slightly against Cooper's, occasionally mewling out an "Oh, so good. So. Good, " a "Mmmm, more, oh, please, more, " a "Please," and, for good measure, "Cooper. Cooper. Oh, yes. Oh, Cooper. " When they arrived at Cooper's house, Cooper gently nudged him awake and Kurt pulled back and smiled sleepily before leaning in to languidly plant a deep, open-mouthed kiss on Cooper's mouth. By this point, he could feel Cooper completely hard beneath him. He opened the door and slunk out of the cab, leaving a stunned and insanely horny Cooper to hastily pay the cab driver and clamber out of the cab.

As soon as he was out of the cab, Cooper grabbed Kurt and pulled him into a dirty kiss, which Kurt returned with enthusiasm and expertise, moaning as he ran his fingers through Cooper's smooth brown hair. After that, they had stumbled inside and fucked all night until they passed out. Then, morning came, bringing Blaine into Kurt's life. Kurt pulled from himself from his thoughts, then, and changed the subject to avoid further inquiry.

"So, I take it you're the baby brother to which Cooper referred last night?"

Blaine blushed and goodness, if that wasn't the most adorable thing Kurt had ever seen, looked down, and nodded.

Kurt smiled and reached across the table to tweak Blaine's chin up. "Hey," he said, sweetly, trying to suppress a giggle at just how cute Blaine was. "Don't hide from me. You're cute when you blush." at this, Blaine smiled sheepishly and straightened up again. Kurt was now smiling wide, eyes crinkling. "Much better."

"Thanks," replied Blaine. "And, for the record," Blaine added, "you're cute when you smile. You have a great smile."

Now it was Kurt's turn to blush. He hadn't smiled like this in ages, he realized. It felt so good, so natural, so easy with Blaine that he couldn't help but smile. "Thank you," he mumbled. Just then, Blaine's triangular eyebrows suddenly shot up his forehead in an expression of horror. "Blaine?" Kurt asked, nervously. "Blaine? What's wrong? Is it something I said, or—"

"No, no, not at all!" Blaine rushed to reassure Kurt, grabbing his hands across the table. "You're fine. You're...perfect," he smiled, and Kurt felt sweet relief flow through him. "I'm sorry, Kurt, I didn't mean to make you nervous or anything, I just realized that I was so captivated by you that I completely forgot my manners." Kurt was charmed and confused. It was remarkably sweet and made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, but at the same time, who spoke like that anymore? What era was Blaine even from? And manners? Kurt had almost forgotten about the existence of manners. 

Kurt arched a skeptical eyebrow. "Are you sure you aren't a figment of my imagination?"

Blaine laughed—not chuckled, but actually laughed—then responded with a smile. "Positive."

"That's precisely what a figment of my imagination would say," Kurt countered. 

"I assure you," Blaine said, then got up and kissed Kurt quickly and chastely on the cheek, "I am entirely real."

Stunned, Kurt raised his palm to his cheek, as if he could hold the kiss there longer. Blaine hastily pulled back, brow furrowed in concern. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!" he exclaimed. "I didn't mean to be so forward, I just—you were—and I—please forgive me, Kurt, I'm so—" Kurt stopped his worried rambling by getting up and kissing him chastely on the lips. Now it was Blaine's turn to be stunned. He stood there looking at Kurt with wide eyes full of wonder, as well as an emotion Kurt couldn't quite place. "Don't worry about it," he said, looking Blaine directly in the eyes, smiling, and holding Blaine's face tenderly in his hands. "It was perfectly fine. Lovely, even. Now, what was it you were freaking out about before?"

Blaine continued staring into Kurt's eyes for some time before coming to his senses and answering. "I was freaking out about my appalling manners because I forgot to ask you what you would like to get." Kurt looked at Blaine like he was an alien, then broke into a fit of hysterical laughter. "What's so funny?" Blaine asked, obviously confused and still worried. "It's just—you're just—I just don't know how you're real. You're fine, Blaine. Relax." Kurt watched Blaine as he did as Kurt said and took a deep breath. "That's better," he said. "Now, I'll have you know that I am perfectly capable of ordering my own caffeinated beverage."

"Okay, then. By the way, what's your last name?" Kurt was taken slightly aback by the question, but answered anyway. "Hummel. What's yours?" 

"Anderson," he replied. "Now, Mr. Hummel," Blaine said as he offered an arm. "Would you care to accompany me to the line?"

Kurt took his arm and rolled his eyes with a grin. "You are ridiculous, Mr. Anderson."

"I may be, but you're not leaving, so I'm guessing it doesn't bother you too much."

"I suppose you're right."

There had only been one person in front of them and it was now their turn to order. Blaine let Kurt order first, and after he had ordered his grande nonfat mocha, Blaine ordered a medium drip for himself. Kurt reached for his wallet, but Blaine stopped him. "Don't even bother, dummy. It's on me." Kurt opened his mouth to argue but wasn't fast enough; By the time he had found  words, Blaine had already paid the girl at the register and gently tugged Kurt back to their table. "I could have bought my own," Kurt said. "I'm an independent man." 

Blaine simply folded the receipt neatly and slipped it into his perfectly organized wallet, which he closed and slipped in his pocket. "I'm well aware. I figured, though, since my brother paid for your cab fare, the least I can do is cover your coffee." Kurt took a sip of his drink, considering. "Alright," he consented, "I forgive you."

The rest of the date went well. They stayed until 9:30, at which time they were kicked out because the store was closing. It had gone by so quickly that they had been shocked when they discovered that they had been talking for more than three hours straight. There were very few awkward pauses and conversation flowed incredibly easily between the two. They discovered their common interests in fashion and singing, talked about their school's respective glee clubs, told stories about their friends, and talked about everything from school to their favorite 2010 Vogue cover (Marion Cotillard) to Patti LuPone's book to their lives. In the end, Blaine walked Kurt to his car and sweetly kissed him goodnight on the cheek, after which they parted ways, Kurt's stomach churning with guilt as he drove home because he knew Blaine had really opened up to him, and he had opened up to Blaine, but that he hadn't opened up to Blaine completely. Kurt revealed more about himself to Blaine on their date than he had revealed to anyone for a long time, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Blaine about the other part of his life. He couldn't bring himself to tell Blaine about the clubbing and the alcohol and the promiscuity. He just couldn't do that. He couldn't ruin this before it even started, so he didn't. Instead, he drove home, went straight to bed, and was kept awake by thoughts of Blaine.