Blaine watched as Kurt fiddled with his jacket and tie, fixing the length and such as he slightly raised an eyebrow at him, not quite sure as to why he was so fidgety…maybe he should say something? He really did look extremely handsome, well more then that but there wasn’t exactly a way to put it into words that would do justice to just how great he looked. But to be honest he was simply speechless with just how breathtaking the actor looked, and once again he couldn’t seem to say anything as he stood there watching the man straighten out his jacket and perfect the knot in his tie. He almost felt like reaching over to pull the man’s hands from their fidgety state, assure him that he looked wonderful and absolutely flawless, maybe kiss his cheek and hold his hand while they left for the musical…but there was a slight dilemma with that, he knew he was capable of messing things up, he was actually quite notorious for it and he was not fond of the idea of doing his usual pushing of boundaries and going just so far as to make Kurt uncomfortable. Blaine had a routine it seemed, of how his relationships usually went. When he finally got around to telling someone he liked them it all seemed to go well, but when he had feelings for someone they were always very frighteningly strong…and he fell, extremely fast…always too fast for the other. But he didn’t want to fall into the same unfortunate pattern as he did with everyone else, which is why he had to be careful, withhold himself from his usual actions and just stay reserved as best he could.

His thoughts faltered as the taller man took the flower from his hand, his facial expression a little confusing to decipher at first until he saw the smallest of a smile on his lips, and pulled the flower to his nose in an admiring way. Blaine slipped his hands into his pockets nervously, and once Kurt had glanced up from the flower to meet his gaze he felt his own lips pull into a familiarly bright, natural Blaine-like smile. “Yes, I remembered…I remember everything you say,” he said in a soft tone, making his way into the actor’s room once he made way for him to edge on in past him. The musician shrugged his shoulders a little as he waited for the other to put the Orchid in a water filled vase, his smile making Blaine blush the slightest bit, “You’re welcome,” he muttered lightly when Kurt had made his way back over to him. The kiss on the cheek was kind and sweet, and even though it had caught him a bit off guard he still felt comforted enough to not be so uptight and withdrawn, and most importantly… he didn’t want to seem impersonal, it was a date after all. Blaine smiled at the compliment, his lips pulling in a similar way, “Thank you, I took your advice on the navy blue tie and grey suit though, so I’m going to have to thank you for my appearance.” He gave a curt nod as he stepped out of the room and started walking down the hall, slowly, in order for Kurt to fall easily in step with him.

Blaine ran a couple gentle fingers through his slightly gelled over curls, keeping it seemingly straight and neat before he slipped both of his hands into his pockets. He tilted his head as he glanced over at Kurt, “I’m very excited actually, I even bought the CD while I was out getting your flower earlier today…of course I didn’t listen to it just yet, but I figured I should add it to my collection along with Fleetwood Mac, Rod Stewart and such. I was fairly tempted to listen to it though, I’m kind of surprised I didn’t,” he smiled, realizing he was rambling yet again. As the two left the building and headed towards the parking lot he moved a hand from his pocket, finding Kurt’s easily nearby as they made there way towards his car. “Are you excited? I know you’ve seen Wicked nearly a dozen times,” he chuckled, intertwining their fingers together happily. When they reached his Jeep Wrangler Blaine opened the passenger side door for Kurt, letting his hand slip away from his momentarily until he was in the seat and closed it behind him. Whistling a little to some random Maroon 5 song he had been listening to earlier the musician climbed into the driver’s seat and searched his pocket for his car keys, finding them deep in his pants pocket as he pulled them out and turned on the ignition. Blaine leaned back in his seat, knowing that it was cold enough for his car to need a moment to warm up before they could actually drive away…so he turned to Kurt with another smile, “It may take a minute or two”.

It would be a complete lie if Kurt said he hadn’t tried pinching himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream. The night that Blaine had walked him back to his dorm, after a fairly emotional rollercoaster of a night to say the least, Kurt had even asked his roommate, Puck, to nip him. Of course this had resulted into Kurt yelping and then shouting at the mowhawk wearer, but it made things a little more real. He wasn’t dreaming, although when Blaine said certain things it was incredibly hard not to think it. In fact he was beginning to think that in all reality Blaine could do absolutely no wrong. Even when he was forward, he was so unbelievably right and just doing what Kurt didn’t have the guts to do. His words never failed to make Kurt practically transform from his porcelain white skin to deep scarlet in a matter of seconds as he was currently listening to the words, ‘I remember everything you say’. It seemed like an incredibly stupid thing to get caught up on, but it reminded Kurt just how much Blaine did actually listen. There wasn’t a moment when they were talking when Kurt felt like he had to fight for Blaine’s attention, because he was just that - attentive, responsive, genuinely interested in all of the stupidity which flowed out of Kurt’s mouth. That for one thing was enough for Kurt to give the musician a billion points more than anyone else, because no one else listened; really, really listened. In fact, right now, Kurt was cursing his lack of ability to speak. And Kurt Hummel was never, ever, speechless.

He cleared his throat semi-loudly with the shrug of his eyebrows and the purse of his lips. “I told you, grey is your color and the tie is the perfect shade to compliment your eyes with everything else. And can I compliment you on the shoes too?” The actor glanced down at Blaine’s feet with a gentle smile. He definitely dressed well. Why he was having doubts about the man’s fashion sense on their first meeting he honestly didn’t know because this was someone who knew how to dress impeccably. Or maybe it was the fact it was so formal, so gentlemanly that it just suited Blaine and his old Hollywood-esque personality and style. Either way he did look incredibly good and Kurt would have quite gladly have continued to compliment him, to tell him just how mesmerizing his eyes truly were with their liquid gold appearance and the slight hint of a sage green thrown in there, their wideness and the framing by his eyelashes which would make any girl jealous even if she was wearing false ones. “You have amazing music taste, can I just point out? Fleetwood Mac is probably one of my all time favorites and Rod Stewart is a legend, although my musical heart still belongs to Lady GaGa.” The actor gave a gentle chuckle, sighing into the evening air and its magical powers of cooling his burning cheeks.

It was a somewhat look of disbelief which crossed over Kurt’s features as he glanced back at Blaine. Half of him wanted to scream ‘duh, can you not see me, I’m acting like I’ve pretty much had 10 cups of coffee already; that’s why I’m all jittery’ and part of him wanted to say that no, he wasn’t excited. He was nervous, apprehensive, curious, entertained, happy, concerned and guarded all wrapped into one so much that he had no idea what he was feeling exactly. Yet instead he threw on a gentle grin to his face and nodded slowly. “Of course I’m excited.” It was that feeling of their palms pressed together and their fingers laced which made up his mind for him. Yes, he was excited to spend time with Blaine, for this I refuse to actually call it a date date, to see the way the musician’s eyes looked when he was taking in the magic of Broadway theatre in one of the best shows Kurt had admittedly ever seen and still managed to entertain him and heaven forbid make him cry every single time. That was one thing he’d have to be careful of. He didn’t want to cry in front of Blaine any more than he already had. It wasn’t that he was afraid of what he looked like or that he might seem vulnerable, but because e didn’t want to wipe the somewhat permanent smile off his face. He was completely gracious that Blaine had subconsciously drifted and held onto his hand which wasn’t still sore from being crushed at the bar, although he knew fine well he would have coped with the pain just for that intimate contact between them. It was easy falling into that sort of pattern as he straightened himself out in the car, pulling the belt over and across his body into the lock whilst smiling graciously at Blaine for being the complete gentleman he was. Kurt looked out of the windows of the jeep, secretly impressed with the car and letting his mechanical brain work over the machine. “Doesn’t work too well in the cold?” Kurt asked promptly, half tempted to get out and take a curious peek under the hood but shook the thought of and relaxed into the seat. “How long before you recon it’ll snow? I swear it’s getting colder each day!”