The following day Kurt arrived early for their class, History of Popular Music. He hadn't heard from Blaine since their fight. Kurt was starting to think the coffee shop was cursed since they tended to squabble in there a lot. He sulked in his desk doodling circles in the corner of his open notebook. The classroom was more intimate than the lecture hall where they had biology. There was no tiered seating, just basic desks. Like high school there were carvings on some of the wood tops. Kurt always wondered how one managed to etch in their initials to the desk. Did they use scissors or an actual knife? More too the point how did no one notice this, like the professor.

Pondering what the initials JR stood for, Kurt didn't notice Blaine coming in and occupying the empty seat in front of him. Kurt glanced up and saw Blaine turned in the seat. He was smiling at Kurt.

"Having fun?" Blaine asked nodding to the tiny circles and swirls on the notebook.

Kurt redirected his eyes to his paper, "I know it's not a portrait or still life, but if you squint or just shut your eyes you can imagine it as a goat." His voice was almost monotone.

Blaine reached into his bag and pulled out his notebook. His brow furrowed, "What's the matter with you?"

Kurt glanced up and gave Blaine a look of disapproval before going back to his doodles. "The fact that you have to ask that speaks volumes."

Blaine sat there his arm on the back of the chair, his eyes stayed on Kurt's hand and followed each line he drew. "Are you talking about yesterday with Sebastian?"

"We have a winner." Kurt retorted.

"Kurt."

Kurt set his pencil down and looked up at Blaine, "Look, I'm not trying to be controlling but I would have liked to have known that you were taking a class with your ex."

Blaine went to put his hand on Kurt's but Kurt withdrew. This action caused Blaine to hesitate and falter in his words. Kurt folded his hands in his lap where Blaine couldn't get them.

"Nothing is going to happen between us. I love you, I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that." Blaine said. He followed suit and put his hands in his lap. Kurt watched him, regarding what Blaine had to say.

"I'm still a little hurt at you storming away yesterday though. I wasn't trying to pick a fight Blaine, contrary to what I can only assume is popular belief I don't like fighting with you. I don't like not talking with you. It's the worst part of my day, the moments when I don't get to hear your voice." Kurt glanced around well aware that the seats to his left, right and behind him had now taken by other students.

Blaine frowned, "I was angry, and I didn't mean-"

The professor, a tall man with thinning hair and thin rimmed glasses, cleared his throat and clapped his hands together to get the classes attention. Everything about this man was thin, from his figure to his fine striped shirt. Blaine flashed Kurt a smile and turned to face forward. Staring at the back of Blaine's head the entire class wasn't bad, though it was a tiny bit distracting. It should have been illegal for Blaine to not wear a scarf, or choose this day to not wear a collared shirt. His neck was strangely…Kurt blushed from the thoughts. He directed his gaze downward only half paying attention to the professor go over the schedule dates for the three-papered assignments.

"Sounds like this class will be interesting." Blaine exclaimed as they headed toward the union. His gloved hand slid into Kurt's and he didn't pull back this time. He was over most of his anger at Blaine. It was impossible to stay mad at him.

"Y-yeah, really does." Kurt was still dwelling on some of the improper thoughts he had flit through his head during class.

Blaine tilted his head sensing something was slightly a miss. He didn't question it though. Instead he turned serious and held Kurt's hand tighter. Kurt wished they hadn't been fabric separating their skin, he wanted to feel the entirety of that hand squeeze.

"Kurt, I'm sorry I yelled yesterday-"

"I know you are." Kurt cut him off. "And maybe I should have been a little nicer to Sebastian."

This was a hard sentence to get across his tongue. Kurt pulled in the corner of his mouth where a tiny nearly invisible scar remained. Blaine pulled Kurt closer as they walked. Kurt giggled a little at the surprising tug on his arm. His feet tripped a little over some of the raised cracks in the pavement. Blaine caught him and steadied him and proceeded to laugh. They carried on this way to the union and got in line for their usual coffee. They went quiet.

"Do you ever think we drink too much coffee?" Kurt asked. The line today seemed never ending.

"Too much coffee? I have never heard of such an idea." Blaine used a weird stuck up British accent. Kurt smiled.

"I'm being serious. Don't you want to try something new? A new tradition to spice things up and keep it interesting?"

"Well, I guess that would be fun. But what do you have in mind?" asked Blaine with curious smirk.

Kurt linked arms with Blaine. He pushed his lips outward and scrunched them to the side, thinking. He really didn't have anything in mind that moment it was just an idea that crossed his mind. "There are other places to eat on campus. There is a really neat 50's diner just off campus. We never just have lunch."

Blaine grinned at Kurt, his eyes even lighting up. "That sounds great. But Kurt, we're already in line here and getting closer to the counter. We can't just bail." He was joking of course.

Kurt with his arm linked with Blaine's slingshot him around in the opposite direction. "Live a little Blaine. I'm sure the barista's won't miss us for one day."

As Kurt began dragging him out of the union Blaine trying to keep up and not stumble over his own feet, Blaine turned into a seven year old again. The whine in his voice was adorable, "Kurt, the sugar cookie. What about the sugar cookie?"

"You're going to become diabetic Blaine, all that sugar is not good for you." Kurt said in his best motherly tone.

Blaine giggled, "Yes, Mom."

Just before they left the union Blaine pulled Kurt to a sudden abrupt stop. Kurt turned to scold Blaine for putting a halt on their new plans. They passed by one of the bulletin boards. Something had caught Blaine's eyes. He let go of Kurt and went over. Impatient Kurt placed a hand on his hip.

"Hey, look at this." Blaine tore down one of the flyers and brought it back to Kurt.

"Blaine I don't think you're supposed to take that down." Kurt said.

Blaine rolled his eyes and held the flyer up to Kurt's line of sight for him to read. Kurt sighed and read the words on the flyer out loud.

"'True Love, Valentine's Day benefit dance. Brought to you by the ladies of the Kappa Delta sorority.' They still do dances in college?"

"I think it's cute. I remember seeing this flyer at the end of last semester. Would it be something you'd want to do? I mean I don't know if you have something planned." Blaine was clearly excited, he pulled the flyer away and was reading it over. The pink and red hearts popping off the black background with white lettering. Kurt couldn't help but smile at Blaine.

"You think I was making plans for Valentine's Day?" He asked.

Blaine glanced up and gave a goofy smile. "I don't know, I mean I had an idea. But I figured this could be a part of our Valentine's Day. It's like a month away so we've got time to think about it."

Kurt once again linked his arm with Blaine; "I would love to go to a dance with you."

In smiling Blaine made a bit of a half laugh on exhaling. He beamed at his boyfriend with pride. "Alright then. It's a date."

The diner was how Kurt pictured it from the outside. The waiters and waitresses wore proper 50's restaurant wear, and the appropriate music played through the speakers. Blaine pointed out a jukebox as they were shown their seats a small booth with electric blue seats. They opened their oversized menus and went down the list of greasy diner foods. A young man, probably attending their school who worked here on his time between classes, came over and took their drink orders. Both of them got a Diet Coke. Kurt wondered if Blaine would go through withdraw from not having coffee that day.

Eventually Blaine set his menu down knowing his order, Kurt was still deciding. Blaine reached over and snatched the menu from Kurt; he stuck his tongue out like a child. Kurt reached for it and eventually fell back in his seat. He went for the discarded one beside Blaine, but Blaine was quick. He cut Kurt off by placing the menu he held between Kurt's hand and the other menu. Blaine chuckled at the annoyed expression on Kurt's face.

He moved the menu around to act like a dividing curtain. He lifted from the seat and leaned on the table across to Kurt, his lips looking very inviting as they were intended to be. Kurt smiled and leaned on the table across to Blaine. Behind the menu they kissed like some scene in a cartoon. As they kissed, Kurt rubbed his thumb around the silver ring on his index finger. They only broke apart when their drinks were set down on the opposite side of the menu.

"Are you guys ready to order yet?" The waiter didn't seemed too pleased with their PDA. Whether it was the act itself or if it was having to deal with their sexuality Kurt did not care, he hated the harsh tone in the waiter's voice. He glared at the waiter.

Blaine looked on with more kindness.

"Yeah, we're just going to split some fries and a chocolate shake." Blaine closed the menu and handed it back to the not so nice waiter.

"Fries and a chocolate shake?" Kurt asked arching his brow.

Blaine shrugged and pulled his drink closer, "I figured it was the most 50's food item I could get. Why not go for cliché and fun?"

Kurt nodded, impressed. He put his hands on the table palms up waiting for Blaine to take them.

"I'm starting to like this tradition." Blaine said, "Menu kissing, fries and shakes…"

"Yes. The next thing you know, you'll be asking me to go to the sock hop. Wait, you already did I suppose the Valentine's Day dance falls under that."

Blaine laughed, "And I already have you pinned." His finger grazed over the ring. Kurt pursed his lips.

"More ways than one." He mumbled.

Blaine's ears turned pink. Kurt was a little proud of himself for getting Blaine to flush. Usually it was Kurt who was the one that blushed frequently. Blaine rubbed his fingers on the back of Kurt's hand.

Kurt took a deep breath, "I think we're secretly living our life in the 50's. All signs point to it. Well, except this wouldn't happen in public."

"Progress." Blaine said. "I love you."

He said it in a deep meaningful way but it came out almost as a sigh.

"I love you too."

When their shake and fries came out, Blaine set the extra glass aside and stuck in two straws into the thick shake. He set them on opposite sides of the glass and pushed it to the center of the table. Kurt, elbows on the table, leaned in as Blaine did they shared the thick shake.

"You realize the only thing left is to share a plate of spaghetti." Kurt joked.

Blaine pouted and stuck out his bottom lip. "You spoiled the surprise I had for Valentine's Day."

Kurt scooped up some ice cream onto a fry. He rolled his eyes and popped it into his mouth.

"Kurt, why did you want to come here?" Blaine asked.

"To change things up." Kurt replied automatically. It didn't sound convincing in the slightest. Blaine cleaned the grease from his fingers.

"Kurt."

That tone and his name combined always worked on Kurt. The real reason was bound to make Blaine upset, so Kurt hesitated in his answer. The guilt showed on Kurt's face and in his voice.

"I knew that if we came here, we wouldn't run into Sebastian." Kurt said in almost a whisper.

"This is about Sebastian?"

Kurt waved his hand, "He's always in the union when we're together. It's like he lives there."

Blaine sighed, "He lives on campus Kurt, just like we do. In a way he does kind of live there."

"That's not the point."

"Then what is?" Blaine sounded irritated.

Kurt shifted in the booth seat, "I don't know Blaine. I just don't like him and it's not because I'm jealous, he just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Literally, he left the bad taste of blood in my mouth in case you forgot."

"Kurt, I haven't forgotten. I hate what Sebastian did to you."

Kurt rolled his eyes skeptically and crossed his arms.

Blaine reached across the table this time his palms up for Kurt to take. "Give me your hands." he instructed. Kurt stared at him not moving. "Just do it."

Kurt reluctantly put his hands in Blaine's. He waited for Blaine to do something but they just sat there for a minute in silence. Kurt stared expectantly. Blaine took Kurt's fingers and place them on his wrist. It took Kurt a moment to realize what Blaine was trying to do. His pulse.

"You feel that? How my pulse is racing? That only happens when I'm around you, and every time I touch you Kurt." Blaine said keeping his voice low.

Kurt slowly smiled and ran his fingers down from Blaine's wrist to his palm and then to his fingertips.

"You don't need to convince me that you love me. I know you do, and you know how crazy I am about you. I just am not a fan when it comes to Sebastian. Can you at least respect that I personally don't want to be around him?" Kurt's own heart rate had accelerated when he felt Blaine's blood pumping. Blaine nodded after considering for a few seconds. Kurt could tell that Blaine wasn't too happy about it.

"I understand."

They were quiet. Kurt took a fry and dipped it into the shake and presented it to Blaine. Instead of taking it from Kurt, Blaine leaned over and took a bite smiling. Kurt ate the other half and grinned back.

"Then this new tradition was a success?" Kurt asked.

"Total success."