As with every Saturday night, Kurt sat alone in his one room apartment, currently making the dinner he would eat alone, and then later hed be washing dishes alone, and then sleeping alone. It was never different, except those nights when one of his friends would be in town and take him out, but those were extremely rare.

Although this week had been much more eventful than the previous ones, there was still a stinging lonesome Kurt felt, as much as he didnt want to admit it.

Kurt walked over to the oven to see how many minutes were left on dinner. He decided to make something more elaborate that evening, take-out not helping his cooking skills improve in the least.

The knock at the door did startle him just a bit, pans crashing down onto the floor as his body turned quickly to look at the door, his mind soaring through the possibilities of who it could be, for he was expecting absolutely no one that evening.

"Kurt, its Blaine!" His neighbor called from outside the door.

Kurt walked to the front door and unlocked all the latches before opening it, to reveal a casual Blaine in a t-shirt and jeans, obviously in for that Saturday night as well.

"Hey Blaine, is everything okay?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, I was just wondering if you had any butter? I was going to make myself Mac & Cheese before I realized butter is pretty necessary."

Blaines hair was damp and beginning to curl, which caught Kurts eye immediately. Not that Kurt didnt like Blaines normal overuse of gel...just naturally it looked...nice.

Not much had happened during the previous few days after Blaines arrival. Kurt only saw Blaine a few times in passing and they had barely spoken since Kurt saw him at the school. Whenever Kurt walked by the school on his way home from work Blaine was either gone or just getting into his cab. Kurt wished there was another way he could get home, the cab probably cost him money he could use for more important things, like rent or food...or Showtime.

"Kurt, you still there?" Blaine laughed, focusing Kurt back on the task at hand.

"Yeah sor-" Kurt cut himself off. "Actually, I was debating asking you to dinner."

"Were you now?" Blaine smirked in the most adorable way humanly possible.

"Mhm. I made Lasagna and there is definitely enough for two people. The only drawback I have is that Im not sure how set you are on having mac & cheese."

"Ive had mac & cheese every night this week, so I am in no way obligated to mac & cheese tonight."

Kurt took a deep breath. "Well in that case...Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

"Let me get my things," Blaine said enthusiastically. Kurt had never seen someone run from his apartment so quickly.

Kurt was in the process of setting a second place at the table when Blaine returned. "Come in!" Kurt said as Blaine waited at the door. His hair was only slicked back a little bit, and it didnt look like he forced too much gel into his hair in the few minutes he went back to his apartment.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked.

Blaine didnt move, keeping a tight grip on the doorframe. "I dont want to break anything."

"Oh." Kurt dropped the silverware he was holding on the table and made his way over to Blaine to help lead him over. "Do you want me to-" Kurt touched Blaines arm, but Blaine pulled away, almost like a reflex. "Sorry," Kurt said softly.

"No its just...better if I get there myself. So I remember. I remember everything in the form of steps."

Kurt stepped back to look at his kitchen table. He never really thought about his apartment in the form of how many steps it took to get there. "The table is about 13 steps forward and four steps to the right of where you are standing."

Blaine carefully made his way to the table and stopped when he got a hold of the chair in front of his plate. Blaine smiled. "Youre pretty good at estimating. You have no idea how many walls my friends have had me almost run into."

Blaine sat down and held a tub of ice cream out in Kurts general direction. "Payment for your hospitality. I hope you like chocolate."

Kurt took the ice cream from Blaine and smiled. "The real expensive stuff?"

"Yes, but the only catch is you have to share it with me later."

"Oh man, that might be a dealbreaker for me," Kurt joked as he put the ice cream in the freezer.

"Really?" Blaine said in a devastated tone; jokingly, of course. "Because I was so psyched about that lasagna. God, when I was little my mom used to make us-" Like a light switch Blaines demeanor went cheerful to uneasy. "Well she- she used to-" Blaine stuttered as he rubbed arm anxiously.

Noticing how unsettled Blaine was becoming, Kurt placed a dinner plate in front of him and touched his shoulder gently. "Hey," he said softly. "Im really glad you could come over."

Kurt could have sworn he saw the corners of Blaines mouth turn up. "Me too."

"I hope you like it," Kurt began as he sat down at the seat across from Blaine, a full dinner plate in hand. "I doubt it could even compete with your mothers lasagna, but Ive been using a recipe that I found online for about six months now and I think I almost have it perfected." Kurt placed a napkin on his lap and continued, "Oh, and I made an italian salad and green beans."

"Where on the plate are those?" Blaine asked as he found the fork next to him. Kurt felt embarrassed for not having told him already. "Just look at it as a clock," Blaine explained. "Midnight at the top, six oclock at the bottom."

Kurt peered over at his plate and tried to be as accurate as possible. "The salad is at two oclock, the lasagna is at 7 oclock, and the green beans are at 11 oclock. And theres a glass of wine on your right, but you dont have to have any if you dont want to."

"Perfect," Blaine said before popping a green bean into his mouth and smiling.

Kurt never felt the ability to talk to someone so easily in all of his life. Even the silent moments were fascinating as he watched Blaine move seamlessly through the dinner. His charisma and charming smile was refreshing, keeping Kurt engaged and feeling like Blaine truly wanted to hear what he had to say. Kurt had never really met someone like that before.

"So where are you from?" Blaine asked about ten minutes into the dinner, after having discussed Kurts fashion career-which Kurt purposefully did not express all the details of-and Kurts collection of neck scarves.

"Ohio. Lima to be more specific."

"Thats so weird. Im from Ohio too. Westerville, though."

"Where did you go to college?" Kurt asked curiously. "Did you go to school in New York?"

"No," Blaine sighed. "I went to Ohio State. My brother wanted me to stay close and I ended up rooming with this guy named Sam. He lives a few blocks away, trying to start his modeling career and all." The way Blaine made air quotations when he said "modeling career" made Kurt laugh. "Hes been trying to help me out in the city. Its nice knowing someone, you know?"

Kurt nodded but quickly remembered there was no way for Blaine to see what he was doing. "Yeah, I totally understand," he said after he finished swallowing. "I roomed with some of my former classmates when I first moved to New York. It really helped me get used to it."

"Yeah, I lived with Sam during the summer, but I decided it was time that I live on my own- show the world that Im strong enough. Although, Sam had promised me hed get me to and from work, thats why I didnt worry about getting an apartment next to a bus stop. But you know, things happen."

Kurt picked up his wine glass and twirled it in his hand, watching as the wine circled the glass. "I could…" Kurt started off slowly. "You know, walk with you...so you dont have to keep paying for a cab...if you think that would help any."

"Kurt, I…"

"The school is right on my way and theres a shortcut through the park. And I walk by right as school lets out. It would really be my pleasure."

"Well I do need more exercise." Kurt could tell Blaine was trying not to smile.

Kurts face lit up, but he tried his best to hide his excitement from Blaine. "Ill come by your apartment at six-thirty on Monday."

"Ill have to pay you back somehow, of course," Blaine said, a bit flustered.

"Blaine, its not like Im going out of my way or anything," Kurt insisted, but Blaine just smiled weakly. "Fine. Umm...Ive always wanted to learn how to play the piano? If youd be willing to give me lessons..." Kurt suggested.

That brought a real smile to Blaines face. "After school on Tuesdays and Thursdays?"

"Sounds good to me," Kurt agreed. Kurt didnt want to look into Blaines motivations too far, but he hoped this was just an excuse to spend more time with him.

After dinner Kurt and Blaine were sitting on the couch, each with a bowl of chocolate ice cream. "God, this is amazing," Kurt borderline moaned as he took a bite.

Blaine smiled. "You shouldve come in the other night and had some then. You wouldnt have had to wait so long."

"Dont remind me. I already regret so much as it is."

"Really? Do you have a lot of regrets?"

Kurt shrugged. "I mean, some stuff here and there," he tried to manage between spoonfuls of ice cream. "I try not to, but there are always those thoughts that are telling me what if you did this differently? in the back of my mind. Im sure everyone has them."

"Yeah…" Blaine slumped back into the sofa slightly.

"Is everything okay?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, Im just- I think Im just tired thats all."

"I guess it is getting pretty late."

"Im really glad I met you, Kurt. I was expecting all my neighbors to avoid me, but you were a pleasant surprise." Kurt wondered how Blaine was able to put so much life into his eyes, even though he could no longer use them.

"You gave me sugar, ice cream, and are giving me free piano lessons. You definitely were the pleasant surprise. And honestly youll be sick of me by the end of next week, if not sooner."

"Doubt it." Blaine smiled shyly. "And they arent free, its a barter."

"If you say so." Kurt leaned forward and placed his empty ice cream bowl on the coffee table in front of the couch. Blaine soon followed, and for a moment they were fairly close, and Kurt thought, just for a brief moment, of closing the space between them. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the way Blaines eyes sparkled from the light of the conveniently placed lamp next to him, but whatever the case may be, Blaine became an ocean that Kurt had to use all of his energy not to fall into.

But Blaine yawned and the moment was over faster than it had begun. It was better this way, the wounds from Kurts last relationship were still fresh, and he didnt know if he was ready to jump in without a life jacket again quite yet. "Wow, you are tired," Kurt laughed.

"Sorry, long day."

"Its no problem." Kurt stood up and Blaine followed suit. "The front door is about fifteen steps forward and two to the left."

Kurt walked with Blaine to the front door, stopping in the doorway to say their goodbyes. "Thank you so much for dinner," Blaine said, holding onto the doorframe.

"See you on Monday?" Kurt asked, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice that Blaine had to leave.

"See you on Monday," Blaine repeated.

Kurt watched Blaine walk back to his apartment, not closing the door until Blaine was totally inside. Unable to contain himself, Kurt leaned against the door, put his face into his hands, and laughed. Was that a date?

Well, whatever it was, Kurt couldnt remember the last time he had ever been this happy.