“Um… I’ll have a Diet Coke.”

“And you, sir?”

“I’ll have the same.”

The blonde waitress smiled politely as she picked up their menus and walked away.

“You look great tonight,” Blaine whispered, his eyes shining admiringly. Kurt blushed, his cheeks turning a faint red from the compliment.

“Thank you,” he replied, unsure of what to say. “Uh, you do, too.”

Blaine smirked, smoothing down his shirt. He was wearing a low green v-neck that exposed his tanned skin, a little bit of his chest showing above the curve in the shirt. Kurt had found himself staring at it on multiple occasions. He had never really had sexual thoughts about someone before. Of course, he’d thought about kissing Finn tons of times, but nothing to this extreme.

Blaine's beautiful dark hair was perfect all the time, without him ever having to do anything to it. Kurt thought often about how he really wanted to run his fingers through those curls, to finally mess it up. And when Blaine sometimes raised his hand in class, his strong biceps would almost burst out of his cute white t-shirts, and Kurt just wanted Blaine to push him against the classroom wall with those muscles and kiss him. Hard. And there were times when Blaine sat down and his pants strained a certain way, and Kurt couldn’t help but wonder what was under there. He would blush violently whenever those thoughts came to him. He'd quickly return to whatever he had been doing and try to shake away the images in his head.

Now Blaine was wearing an extremely seductive shirt, and he kept on staring at Kurt, never looking away even when their eyes met. He would just wink at him suggestively. It was driving Kurt completely mad.

“I’ve talked to the slave board advisor about our, um…situation, and she gave me this.” Blaine took a neatly-folded pamphlet out of his pocket and handed it over to Kurt. It was titled “The Ten Rules of Slave Trade.” It was relatively long, with the main regulations outlined in bold letters at the start of every paragraph. Kurt began to leaf through it, the very first rule catching his eye.

A relationship between slave and assigned owner must be kept at a minimum.

He swallowed his unease, reading further. The pamphlet explained that it was illegal to date, or marry, one's owner, and any relationship of the sort was punishable with up to ten years in prison for both the slave and the master.

“Well, that’s a bit…discouraging.” Kurt breathed, not even bothering to look at the rest of the rules. “So I guess this ended pretty quickly, huh?” he added lightly, even though inside his heart sank like the Titanic. He had really, really wanted to go out on at least one proper date with Blaine, and now that dream was crushed, for good.

“Kurt.” Blaine gazed into his slave’s eyes. “I- uh, I really want to make this work, and if you’d be willing to-”

“You’d risk ten years in prison for me?” Kurt asked. The words had only just come out of his mouth before he realized how forward they were. He stuttered, trying to take them back quickly. “Sorry, I just-”

“No, it’s okay. I guess if you put it like that, then yes. I’d risk prison for this,” Blaine said, smiling. He reached his hand over, placing it upwards in the middle of the table, a silent request for Kurt to answer.

This time, the taller boy didn’t hesitate. He grabbed hold of Blaine’s hand and intertwined their fingers as if shouting his response from the rooftops. Blaine grinned.

Kurt was a bit nervous about all this; he’d never really been in a real relationship before, and he hoped that Blaine would stay reassuring and sweet of course, but with him, Kurt never knew. He needed to talk to someone about this, though. Someone he could trust.

Blaine, however, was ecstatic. He’d been staring at Kurt all day, and dammit, that sweater was just so tempting to rip off right there and then. He’d been hoping that after the date they could go back to his place, or Kurt’s place, but he really didn’t want to mess things up. He honestly wanted this to work. When he’d caught Kurt staring at him, he wondered whether Kurt had been thinking along the same lines as him. He could never tell. Kurt was always so smooth, and delicate, and innocent, it seemed a little strange for him think that sort of thing. But hey, maybe he does.

~

Time passed, and soon enough, they were both finished with their food. They’d made great conversation, and they actually discovered that they had a lot of the same interests: musical theater, Disney movies, football...Well, Blaine liked football. Kurt liked scarves.

As Blaine paid the check, adding a nice twenty dollar tip to the bill, his eyes roamed across the table to admire Kurt’s body and his tight, form-fitting clothing. His waist was so tiny, it was adorable. Blaine just wanted to wrap his arms around it and kiss Kurt like never before.
Kurt laughed, snapping his fingers at Blaine and shaking him out of his trance.

“Checking me out, where you?”

Blaine blushed deeply. He shook his head, smiling.

“No, of course not,” he started, but Kurt raised his eyebrows. “Okay, yes, yes I was.” Blaine lowered his voice, and it almost turned into a growl as he added, “I can’t help it that you’re so damn sexy.”

Chills went up Kurt’s spine as he heard Blaine speak, his mind spinning. Did he really just call him sexy? He stared at Blaine, who looked pretty sincere, and a crazy thought popped into his head.

“B-Blaine.” Kurt stuttered, trying to get his words out.

“Do you want to maybe come over to my house?”

Blaine’s breath caught in his throat. He slowly nodded, before regaining his composure.

“Kurt, I would love to.”