Kurt's nails found themselves being gnawed at between Kurt's teeth as he waited for Blaine. Time seemed to drag slower than usual, and the horrible reality show currently holding Rachel's attention did absolutely nothing to make it go by quicker. With a heavy sigh, Kurt once again pressed the top button on his phone to check the time. He still had five minutes until it was six o'clock, and that was if Blaine was actually on time. He let out another sigh, which earned him a side glare from Rachel.

Kurt was just about to re-check the time, in case a minute (or five) had miraculously passed since his last check when there was a quiet knock on the door. Kurt's heart jumped in his throat and eyes grew wide, suddenly frozen in his spot.

"Coming!" Rachel sang, hopping up to go answer the door.

"Rachel! No!" Kurt whisper-shouted at her, suddenly regaining his mobility as he jumped up and shoved Rachel back down, eliciting a huff from her. Kurt reached the door and smoothed his sweater before taking a deep breath to calm himself down. With a shaking hand, he reached the doorknob and turned it, his heart fluttering happily in his chest when he saw Blaine on the other side. He had somehow convinced himself that Blaine wouldn't actually show up, that this was all some big joke.

And yet, there that beautiful boy was, standing right outside the door, his hands knotted together in front of him and his lip tucked nervously between his teeth. And beautiful he really was. His hair was all curls and mess, as though he had been running his fingers through it constantly. His clothing was similar to Kurt's; Black skinny jeans, a button up and a typical big-buttoned cardigan covering his tie. His eyes still didn't know what color they were as they opened wide and hopeful. His cheeks were faintly red, only a hint of his blush showing through.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed out, his heart still racing. "Hello."

Blaine looked up at Kurt, then trailed his eyes down Kurt's body and back up to meet his eyes. The same pull as the night they first met was there, only a bit stronger this time.

"Kurt, you look…" Blaine sucked his bottom lip between his teeth again. "You look great," he finished softly, his eyes not leaving Kurt's.

"Thank you," Kurt murmured, internally applauding himself again for his excellent sense of fashion.

Blaine smiled, and that was all it took to rid Kurt completely of his nerves. That smile worked miracles, he was sure of it.

"Ready to go?" Blaine asked, the smile still showing in his eyes.

Kurt nodded, stepping through the door. He only faintly heard Rachel's call of goodbye, but was too distracted to answer. He led Blaine through the apartment hallway for a while, still feeling fuzzy (side effects of the smile, he assumed), when he realized he still had no idea where he was going.

"Am I appropriately dressed for where we're going, of which I still have yet to find out, by the way," Kurt made known, a playful tone to his voice.

Blaine looked over and cracked a smile, all of his teeth showing and his eyes crinkling at the sides. "Well, I hope you don't get seasick," he smirked, holding the door open for Kurt as they approached the exit.

Kurt was going to comment on the idea of them going on a boat, but his breath seemed to catch in his throat as he saw Blaine holding the door, his smile never faltering. As soon as he stepped through, Blaine followed, and then offered his arm. Kurt blushed, but slid his arm through anyway. Blaine led them down the path and to a car with dark windows that was already running.

"After you," Blaine said as he held open the back door. Kurt looked at him in confusion as to why he was making him sit in back rather than up in the passenger's seat. Blaine's smile never fell, but his eyes turned regretful at Kurt's hesitation. Not wanting to start anything, Kurt did as he was asked and slid in the back seat.

As soon as he was in, Kurt let out a shriek at the man already in the driver's seat. Blaine was quick to follow Kurt into the car, not missing the reaction from his date.

"Kurt, this is William my driver. William," Blaine looked at the driver, "This is my Kurt." His eyes grew large as the realization of his words sunk in. "I mean, this is Kurt. He's my date." Blaine blushed. "He's the one I've been telling you about."

Kurt nodded at the man. Of course Blaine had a driver. He kept forgetting that Blaine wasn't like him. He was famous. Kurt knew it was going to become painfully obvious that he was not, but with one look at Blaine's pleading eyes, he decided he was going to ride it out as long as he could.

Kurt let out a shaky breath and returned the smile to his date. Blaine visibly relaxed and his smile once again reached his eyes. He ran a hand through his curls nervously.

"Have you ever been on a boat?" Blaine asked, sparking the conversation.

"I haven't. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit scared though," Kurt answered, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.

"No need to be scared," Blaine chucked. "It's a cruise yacht. We're just going for a two-hour ride. It's my favorite thing to do."

Kurt's head spun. A yacht. He was going on a yacht. Of course, it wasn't Blaine's yacht, but a yacht nonetheless. His eyes must have lit up, because Blaine's smile grew even more, not helping the spinning in Kurt's head at all. Kurt wondered if he had that effect on everyone, or if he was just especially susceptible to it.

"Sounds great," Kurt said, his eyes never leaving Blaine's.

"I want to talk now, but I want to save some of my pre-organized questions for the ride because that's basically all we'll do. We'll eat and we'll talk and we'll drink for two hours. So I'm sorry I'm making this car ride quiet, but I just want it to be special when we talk about some of the questions I want to ask because the sunset will be in the background and…" Blaine shrugged his shoulders limply to signify that even he didn't know where his spiel was going.

"Well, Blaine, so far you are making this car ride anything but quiet," Kurt smirked. It helped him calm down to see that Blaine was just as nervous for this date as he was. If nervous Blaine meant rambling Blaine, Kurt could definitely get used to this boy and all of his adorableness.

Blaine blushed, but kept quiet after that, the rest of the short ride to the pier relatively quiet. As they arrived, Blaine hopped out of the car and extended his arm once again to Kurt as he followed. They walked quickly onto the dock and Blaine handed the man both tickets before they were allowed on, Blaine leading Kurt to the very top deck.

Off in the back corner of the yacht was a small table with only two chairs that Blaine quickly claimed. Blaine, ever the gentleman, pulled out Kurt's chair for him, pulling up another blush and a quiet "thank you" as Kurt's nerves were starting to set in again.

"I've never been this nervous for a date before," Blaine said, his mouth trying to smile but his eyes holding him back. He reddened after his words as though he didn't mean to say them out loud. He let out a nervous chuckle and attempted to remedy it with, "So, how do you like New York?"

Their conversation picked up quickly. They talked about New York, which led to Broadway plays Blaine had seen and just how jealous Kurt was ("I've been dying to go, but college is the ultimate money suck," he had said with a pout). Rachel was a minor topic of conversation, which quickly got them on the topic of Ohio and how they both miss it, but are both also glad they are out, sharing a smile with the common ground. With each topic of conversation, Kurt found the connection he felt to Blaine grow stronger and stronger.

"Fashion is my real calling," Kurt said around bites of the hors d'oeuvre and sips of his sparling juice (damn Blaine only being 20) the waiter had brought them. "I can't wait to start making my own pieces for others. I make my own clothing quite frequently, but I want to make the whole world shine with Kurt Hummel designs."

Blaine nodded in agreement. "That's exactly how I feel about my music, in an odd way, I guess. I like doing music for myself, but it's the effect on other people that really makes it great."

"Well it hooked me in," Kurt said, his smile beaming at the thought of his first time really hearing "Before We Meet" over a month ago.

"What got you hooked?" Blaine asked, his attention on nothing but Kurt.

"Your song 'Before We Meet' was on my Pandora and the lyrics caught my attention. Only after I listened to it, did I figure out who sang it. I thought for sure it was some other Blaine Anderson, because you were quite honestly too good to be true," Kurt finished, his eyes fixed on his hands knotted in front of him on the table.

"I wrote it about you," Blaine said softly. Kurt looked up to meet his eyes and the connection he felt was beyond powerful. It's his eyes, Kurt told himself. No, it's because he's your soul mate, he quickly corrected with a fluttering sensation in his stomach.

"Can I…?" Blaine reached out for Kurt's hand and Kurt's heart stopped. Blaine's magic touch gave him that feeling, deep in the pit of his stomach, the feeling of everything being right. Blaine gave his hand a small squeeze and flipped it over. "I never really expected to find you," he said absent mindedly as his fingers ran over his own name on Kurt's wrist. Kurt mirrored his actions and flipped Blaine's hand around to stare at the name on Blaine's, the reality of the situation finally starting to sink in a little bit.

Blaine finally looked up and tugged Kurt's hand to get his attention.

"Kurt, look. This is the entire reason I brought you here." Blaine pointed to the breathtaking sunset on the horizon, its reflection strong against the water. He stood them up so they were leaning against the railing of the deck. Kurt sucked in his breath at the sight.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his hand squeezing Blaine's.

"I know," Blaine returned, his eyes fixed on Kurt. Kurt looked back at him and blushed.

Despite his forwardness, Kurt had never felt more comfortable with a compliment. He suspected it was because he had never felt more comfortable with a person. But Blaine wasn't just a person. He was Kurt's soul mate, and the short two hours had only solidified that. Kurt thought he should be scared at all of his feelings towards the boy next to him, but with Blaine's hand intertwined with his, he really couldn't find himself to care.

Their hands remained clasped together as the boat made its final haul towards the dock once again. The dock was a reminder that Kurt had to leave Blaine at the end of his night, and an overwhelming sensation of emptiness washed over him at the thought.

"I don't want to leave yet," Kurt said, his eyes big and locked on Blaine.

"I don't want you to leave either," Blaine replied, his eyes looking lost. Kurt hoped it was because he was feeling the same sudden attachment. Blaine turned Kurt so he was facing him, and whispered softly so no one could hear, "Don't think I'm being too forward, because you know I only have the best intentions, but please, please, please come back to my house. Just for drinks, or a movie. I'm not picky, I'm just not ready to let you go." His eyes were wide with worry, fearing Kurt's response.

Kurt could only nod, his hand squeezing tighter on Blaine's.