"He gave me his number."
"Yeah, that usually means to call or text him."
"I don't know what to say," Kurt bit his lip, nervously.
"'Hello' or 'hi' or 'heyy' are always good ways to start a conversation," Santana rolled her eyes.
"I just got his number last night, isn't there some kind of rule about how long you wait to call someone back?" Kurt was making up excuses and he knew it, but he just couldn't figure out how to go about talking to Blaine.
"The only people that adhere to those rules are idiots that don't want a meaningful relationship with anyone in their lives, which definitely is not you."
"So I should text him?"
"Yes!"
"I'll just wait 'til later," Kurt shrugged, turning to leave the room. Santana jumped up and slipped his phone out of his pocket before he had time to react. "Santana! What are you doing? Give it back."
Kurt started towards Santana, who quickly moved out of his reach. Santana quickly found Blaine's name and typed a quick message: Hey, this is Chris from last night, I hope you made it home before you turned into a pumpkin.
"What are you sending him? Give it back!"
Santana tossed Kurt's phone onto the bed after pressing send, which Kurt promptly dove for. "You'll thank me later."
"I would've texted him later," Kurt argued. "You didn't need to do that."
"You would've talked yourself out of it long enough to have Blaine thinking you threw his phone number away."
"Would not!"
Kurt's phone bleeped in his hand with an incoming text message.
"Is it Blaine?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Yes," Kurt replied, turning to leave the room with a grin on his face, staring at his phone.
"Your welcome!" she called after him.

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Blaine was in his room doing homework when his phone rang informing him of a new text message. He had convinced himself to not expect Chris to call or text for a day or two, so his face split into an enormous grin when it was from an unknown number. Hey, this is Chris from last night, I hope you made it home before you turned into a pumpkin.
Blaine thought a moment before responding. I did not turn into a pumpkin, but unfortunately Wes's car did.
He tried to return to his history paper he had been working on, but didn't find the War of 1812 half as interesting as he had before receiving the text. He tapped his pencil nervously for a few moments before his phone rang.
Did you lose a glass slipper as well?
Why? Did you happen to find one?
I suppose the princess might've, she seemed to like you.
She also was fully aware of my being 100% gay, which seemed to be a bit of a disappointment to her.
Ah. Yes. Well, not all of us were so disappointed with that. ;)
You didn't meet any other dashing young men last night that caught your attention, then?
Are you asking if I saw the prince?
Is the prince dashing?
I wouldn't call him such.
Then no.
Have you seen the new Spider Man movie?
Blaine quickly texted Wes.
I think Chris might be about to ask me out.
Ok. Why are you telling me?
How am I supposed to go out on a date when my parents won't let me leave the house?
Sneak out? Isn't the family going to be gone all evening Friday?
I think so. I'm not going to let him pick me up, though. Can you give me a ride so I can just meet him somewhere?
It's a good thing you're my best friend.
I take that as a yes?
Correct.

No, I haven't, but I've been wanting to.
In that case, would you let me take you next weekend?
Is this you asking me out on a date?
Only if you say yes.
Food is included.
Well, if food is included, then I just can't say no, now can I? ;)
Friday?
Yes, I'll have to meet you somewhere, though.
Why can't I pick you up?
Can't have my parents catching me. Wes'll give me a ride to the mall and we can meet up there?
Alright :)
Blaine couldn't believe it. He was going on his first date on Friday.

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Kurt and Blaine texted throughout the week, talking about their days and how they were both looking forward to Friday. However when Friday came, they could both be found running around their rooms, throwing clothes every which way, freaking out. Blaine was on the phone with Wes, who knew nothing about fashion, and Kurt was talking to his sister, who was enjoying teasing him.

"Should I be trying to blend in?" Kurt asked, holding up a pair of dark skinny jeans and a gray t-shirt.
"Why would you want to blend in?" Santana asked from her place, sitting in the middle of his king-size bed.
"I don't want someone realizing I'm the prince, obviously," he replied. "I haven't even told Blaine yet, and I don't think I'm going to tonight."
"Why not?"
"It's our first date. I don't want to be dumped on the first date."
"He wouldn't dump you."
"You don't know that. I lied to him. He may take that as a horrible offense, no matter what my intentions."
"Okay, yeah, I guess I could understand that. You'll tell him soon, though?"
"Definitely. Maybe next date. Depending on how well tonight goes, of course."
"Already planning on a second date?"
"Maybe," Kurt blushed.

"Are you on your way over here yet?" Blaine asked Wes on the phone.
"No, your date isn't for another couple hours, I'm not coming to get you 'til then."
"What am I going to do if my parents find out?"
"They aren't going to find out."
"But what if they do?" Blaine was pacing around his room, throwing clothes onto his bed, trying to decide what to wear.
"We'll deal with that when it happens. You're eighteen, they can't entirely control your life anymore."
"I think Dr. Brown is suspicious."
"Your therapist?"
"Yeah, he seemed to think I was happier than usual this week and I was coming up with lame excuses as to why. I hope he doesn't saying anything to my dad."
"They don't even know you went to the ball, how would they figure out that you have a soon-to-be boyfriend?"
Blaine blushed. "He's not my boyfriend."
"Not yet."
"I don't want to assume anything."
"You've been texting all week and you get a ridiculous smile on your face every time you get a new one, I can imagine he's having the same reaction. You're smitten. I'm sure he is, too."
"You think?"
"Yeah, I definitely do. Now, go get ready and do some of your homework to kill some time."
"I'm already finished with all my homework and David's and Adam's and I already did all the chores they told me."
"They still haven't figured out how long it really takes you to do anything, have they?"
"I've gotten pretty quick at stuff. Faster than I used to be."
"That's good, you deserve a little free time. I'll see you in a couple hours. Go read a book or something."

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"I'll be back at eleven to get you, unless you text me otherwise," Wes told him, as he got out of the car. "Have fun!"
"Thanks, Wes," Blaine replied, pushing the car door shut. "See you."
Wes drove away with a wave and Blaine shuffled over to entrance to the mall. Chris was supposed to meet him there, but he wasn't sure if they were eating here or going somewhere else for their date. He didn't have to wonder long before a silver Nissan Coupe pulled up to the sidewalk and Chris got out of the driver's side. He left the car running and came over to Blaine.
"Hey," he smiled, giving Blaine a quick hug before leading him back towards the car. "How are you?"
"I'm good," Blaine grinned back as Chris opened the passenger-side door for him to get in. Chris pushed the door shut after Blaine had gotten in and hurried around to the other side.
"Where're we going?" Blaine asked as Chris settled into the car and shut the door.
"Please don't judge me on the cheesiness of this date," Chris asked, shifting the car into drive and pulling away from the curb.
"Dinner and a movie?" Blaine grinned.
"Nope, that was sort of the original plan but my sister says that is not the thing to do for a first date."
"It's a classic, though."
"I know. But she gave me some ideas and so we're going to go mini-golfing since it's nice out, if that's alright with you."
"Sounds fun. I haven't been to mini-golf in ages."
"Are you any good?" Chris asked.
"Not really, no," Blaine laughed.

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"No, I want the pink ball," Blaine pointed to the neon pink ball on the rack behind the man that was helping them. He grabbed the ball Blaine was pointing at and handed it to him with a smile, looking at Kurt questioningly.
"Uh, I guess I'll take the bright blue one," Kurt told him, picking a color at random.
"Alright, here's your score sheet, you go right through that door and you can play the red course or the blue course. The blue course is the easier one," the man told them, handing Kurt his ball and pointing towards a door.
"Thank you," Kurt and Blaine both said as they made their way to the door.
"I'm voting for the blue course, because I really am not very good at this," Blaine said as they made their way over to the course.
"That's fine with me. You want to go first?"
"No, I want to see if you're any good at this before I show my complete ineptitude," Blaine laughed.
"Alright, I'm not that good either. This should be interesting."

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"How did you miss that?"
"What? I don't know, how did you miss the two-inch shot on the last hole?"
"I told you, I hit it too hard. You didn't even hit anywhere near the hole."
"Whatever," Blaine shoved Kurt playfully. "I told you I was bad at this."
"I figured you were downplaying your skill, I didn't think you could actually be this bad at it," Kurt shoved him back.

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"Are you up for a walk around the park?" Chris asked, as they walked towards his car after dinner.
"Sure, we've still got," Blaine looked at his phone. "Another hour to kill."
"It's just so nice outside, I didn't want to waste it."
"How late is your curfew?" Blaine asked a few moments later as Chris held the car door for him.
"I don't think I was strictly given one, but I'm assuming it's midnight."
"Or your car will turn into a pumpkin?" Blaine smiled.
"Yep, and the fairy godmother who gave me this would definitely not feel bad about taking it back," Chris replied as he got into the car and put his seatbelt on.
"Your parents don't sound very strict," Blaine commented.
"It's just my dad. My mom passed away when I was little. But yeah, he can be strict, but he trusts me and my sister quite a lot, so he doesn't really give us a whole bunch of rules."
"Lucky, he sounds like a good dad."
"He's the best," Chris said, truthfully.
"And he's totally okay with you being gay?"
"Yeah, he didn't even question it, said he'd always knew, gave me a hug and that was the end of it."
"I'm jealous, I have to admit."
"I know your parents aren't supportive, but how exactly did they react when you told them?"
"Well, I told my dad when I was thirteen and he told me I was an abomination and started sending me to therapy the next day where they tell me that there's something wrong with me, but they can fix me if I'll let them."
"That's horrible," Chris said, reaching over to grab Blaine's hand as they pulled out of the parking lot.
"I never really told anybody other than Wes after that, but it seems like everyone at school knows, I think my stepbrothers spread the word."
"There aren't any other gay kids at your school?"
"Not that I know of, at least no one that's out of the closet."

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"Who was your first crush?"
"When I was fourteen, there was this guy, Finn, that was about four years older than me that I had a major crush on. I thought I was totally in love with him. He, of course, was totally straight. How about you?"
"I remember around the time I came out to my dad, there was this boy named Sam, who I still swear has to be bi, at least. He was a year older and I met him at school in choir. He had a gorgeous voice, too, but he claims to be straight."
"Too bad."
"Have you ever had a boyfriend before?" Blaine asked, shyly looking at the ground as they continued walking around the trail.
"No, I haven't. My dad kind of wanted me to wait 'til I was older to start dating," Kurt blushed. "So here I am."
"I'm glad. No crazy ex-boyfriends that can get in our way," Blaine smiled.

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"I had a really great time," Blaine told him as they pulled up to the curb behind Wes's car.
"I'm glad, me, too."
They sat there in silence for a moment, just as Blaine was about to go ahead and get out of the car, Chris spoke.
"Blaine?"
"Yeah?" Blaine looked over at him. Chris quickly leaned in and kissed him gently on the mouth.
"I hope we can do this again?" he asked as he leaned back.
"Definitely," Blaine replied with a goofy grin on his face. "Text me."
"I'll talk to you later," Chris bit his lip, nervously, as a smile spread over his face.
Blaine got out of the car and walked over to get into Blaine's with the goofy grin plastered across his face.
"How did it go?" Wes asked. "I don't even need to ask, that goofy grin tells me all I need to know."