“Which tie?” Kurt asked as Annie stepped off the last stair and into his room. He was in his best suit, the one he had worn to have breakfast at Tiffany’s with Rachel, and seated in front of his vanity holding the two ties Blaine had given him the night before alternatingly up to his neck.

“You texted me that you had an emergency and then ask me about ties?” Annie scolded, leaning against the doorframe. Really she had known it was something of this form, considering the time, but she wasn’t going to let Kurt get away with it that easily.

“It is an emergency! It’s seven-thirty and I still have to do my hair!” Kurt said, and Annie rolled her eyes.

“It takes you all of ten minutes to do your hair at your most picky.” Annie said, with all the knowledge of someone who had been around Kurt for three days.

“And if I mess up I have to do it over again! And then there’s my full check, and last minute lotions and cologne…”

“The long tie, princess.” She said, walking over to the bed as Kurt scowled at her through his reflection. “The bow tie is a little too formal and too much up here,” she gestured to her collarbone, “for that suit since the waist is so narrow.”

“I guess you’re right.” He said, putting the tie down and dabbing his fingers in gel, working it up through his hair.

“Aren’t you going to put it on?” Annie asked, laying down on the bed and picking up a copy of Elle he had on the bedside pillow.

“I don’t want to get hairspray on it.” Kurt said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Right. Well, Rachel is picking me up for our lady dinner at 8:15. I scheduled it so we wouldn’t intrude on the skipping that will inevitably be part of you two leaving.” She said, flipping through the magazine and settling on an editorial.

“Blaine and I don’t skip, Annie.” Kurt said exasperatedly. Annie looked up, raising her eyebrows. “We may bounce on occasion,” he admitted, “but we don’t skip.”

“Of course.” Annie said drily, flipping a page.

“I just hope Rachel isn’t interfering too much with him getting ready. He has a hard enough time dressing himself out of uniform without her interference.

“Have you ever considered giving her a makeover?” Annie asked, looking up again. Kurt grimaced and looked down.

“Before we were really friends I gave her one so Finn wouldn’t like her. She looked great, but she went back to the way she was when she realized it wasn’t really what he was after.”

“What, you’re saying he won’t date her unless she looks like she stole her clothes from Molly the American Girl doll?” Annie asked, her face showing disgust.

“No,” Kurt said, “it’s just he’s really… simple. I glammed her up past all recognition.”

“You are such a bitch, you know that?” Annie said, laughing. “But, really, I want to make her over this summer. Get her set to catch a better fish once she’s in New York.”

“Don’t you mean a bigger fish?” Kurt asked, standing up and bending over as he sprayed his hair into place.

“What’s the difference?” Annie asked with a smirk. “Come on, you know you want to.”

“If Rachel will let me, I’m all in.” Kurt said, standing back up and examining his hair in the mirror, pulling a few strands back into form.

“Do you freak out like this every time you and Blaine go out?” Annie asked, sitting up and abandoning the magazine.

“Well, we don’t really go on many dates.” Kurt admitted. “Not like real dates, at least. Yeah, we get coffee a ton and go to the park and stuff, but Breadstix hardly counts as a date and there isn’t much else to do but the movies, and who cares how I look at the movies, since we’re in the dark.”

“Yeah, Breadstix definitely doesn’t count as a date.” Annie affirmed. “That’s where we’re going tonight. I swear, I’m breaking this habit of your all’s even if I have to force the food down your throats.”

“And the hick comes out.” Kurt muttered loud enough for her to hear as he spotted some lotion across his face, rubbing it in circles. Annie threw the magazine at him in retaliation, and it bounced off his back in a flutter of glossy pages.

“It’s southern Illinois, Kurt. It’s not exactly Arkansas.”

“Stop denying your down-home ways.” Kurt said slyly, puffing cologne at his neck.

“Your friends don’t think I’m a hick, do they?” Annie pouted, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

“No.” He said, puffing a few more sprays along his chest. “You’re related to me.” He finished with a satisfied smile. He picked the tie back up from his vanity and tied it, putting it in place. “There, check me over.” He said, standing up.

“Hmm… looks good.” Annie said, standing up and brushing at Kurt’s suit with the palm of her hand.

“This fabric is to die for.” She muttered, and Kurt beamed.

“Blaine hasn’t seen this yet. I’ve only worn it in New York when Rachel and I had breakfast at Tiffany’s.”

“Aw, this is a good suit for that.” Annie said, nodding.

“I wore different shoes.” Kurt said, sticking out his shiny black shod foot. “What time is it?” Kurt asked suddenly. Annie pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“Five ‘til.” Kurt took a deep breath, bouncing on his toes.

“Okay. I’m going to sit upstairs.” Kurt said, grabbing his phone and wallet off the vanity and putting them in his pockets before walking upstairs, Annie following close behind. They had barely reached the top of the stairs when the doorbell rang.

“Damn his punctuality.” Kurt muttered, gulping and walking to the door.

“Knock him dead.” Annie whispered, lightly pushing him to start walking to the door.

Kurt opened the door quickly, exhaling a held breath as he looked at his boyfriend standing in front of him. They had seen each other just a few hours ago at Rachel’s house, but there had been an electricity between them all day that they hadn’t acted on, one that tied Kurt’s stomach in knots and made him want to pounce on his boyfriend, hold him tight and never let him go. Blaine had teased him by not allowing him even a kiss when Kurt and Annie arrived at Rachel’s, saying that he was making Kurt wait for their date. All through the meeting their only contact was Blaine’s ankle draped over Kurt’s as they sat side by side.

It was officially their date, and Kurt had only enough time to take in a quick glance of his boyfriend in a very nice black suit holding what looked like a flower before noticing his hazel eyes grow soft and suddenly closer as he stepped up into the doorway in front of Kurt.

“You look unbelievable.” He whispered as he leaned in and kissed Kurt, his arms wrapping around Kurt’s waist and drawing him to him. Kurt gasped and Blaine opened his mouth as well, allowing Kurt’s tongue to slide into his mouth.

After a few moments they broke apart, their eyes fluttering open as they smiled warmly at each other.

“Hello to you, too.” Kurt whispered, his hands still cinched on Blaine’s waist.

“Here.” Blaine said, pulling his right hand from behind Kurt and holding up a single red rose. Kurt smiled, taking it in his fingers between the thorns, bringing it up to his nose and smelling it.

“Thank you,” Kurt murmured, spinning the rose around. He stepped back out of Blaine’s arms and walked back to the living room doorway.

“Annie, can you put this in a vase for me?” He asked, twirling the rose again. Annie’s jaw dropped jealously as she stood up and walked over to the foyer, taking the rose from him and looking over to Blaine.

“Tell me you have a straight twin brother.” Blaine grinned at her words, shrugging.

“I don’t, but I do have twelve twin Warblers.” He reasoned.

“What?” She asked incredulously.

“His choir.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes. “The Blaine Warblers. He's the only one who ever gets to sing lead.”

“It’s just called the Warblers,” Blaine clarified, “and I seem to remember a certain new kid getting a crack at a couple of duets.” Blaine said, raising his eyebrows.

“That’s because he was dating the lead singer.” Kurt said, winking at Annie.

“Not the first time.” Blaine protested.

“Well the lead singer was under the mistaken opinion that the new kid could be sexy.” Kurt said, crossing his arms.

“Not mistaken, the new kid just needed a little bit of convincing.” Blaine said slowly, and Kurt’s eyes dropped as he blushed, biting his lips from the inside.

“Okay, really, if you two want to talk dirty to each other, do it on the road.” Annie commanded, gesturing toward the door.

“What was that?” Came a deeper voice than all concerned, and the three turned, faces white with panic, to see Burt walking in through the kitchen. Annie quickly clapped her hands over her mouth. “I was considering extending Kurt’s curfew to midnight, but now I’m not so sure…” Burt’s lip twitched toward a smile as he saw Kurt perk up at the idea of being allowed out an extra hour.

“Oh my gosh, Uncle Burt, I was just kidding.” Annie said, and Burt allowed himself to chuckle.

“Go on. Midnight. Not a second later, or Blaine you won’t see him for a month.” Burt said, pointing at Kurt.

“Absolutely, Sir.” Blaine said, reopening the door and backing out.

“Thanks, Dad!” Kurt said excitedly, and the two quickly made for the car.

“Okay, really, is there something on my face?” Kurt asked teasingly at the fifth stop sign they hit. Every time Blaine stopped the car he looked at Kurt more than the road, his eyes scanning from Kurt’s face down his body and back.

If that were where I was looking… Blaine thought, but sighed.

“You just look really, really good.” Blaine said.

“Keep saying that and I’ll drag you shopping for one of your own.” Kurt teased.

“I have plenty of suits.” Blaine said, his eyes back on the road as he drove.

“But you don’t see me gawking when you wear them.”

“I do, too… just not as much.” Blaine said, his lips lifting in a knowing smile. “I don’t get to see you in suits nearly as much as you see me in them, and I’m realizing how much of a shame that is."

“So this is more of a hit than my prom ensemble?” Kurt asked snarkily.

“By far. And before you say anything, you stand out just as much in this if not more.”

“You really like this suit.”

“I really like you, and this suit is just… you.” Blaine said. Kurt smiled at him, and when they reached another stop sign he reached over and caught Blaine’s chin in his hand, pulling him over for a soft kiss.

“You’re making it a lot harder to drive to Della Sorella.” Blaine said, beginning to drive again, blinking rapidly.

“You were stopped.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

“I mean drive to the restaurant instead of just skipping it and taking you off to go make out.” Blaine said, clenching the steering wheel to the point where Kurt could see the whites of his knuckles.

“What type of cheap date do you think I am?” Kurt teased, and Blaine smiled.

“Sometime I’m going to actually go rogue on you and you’re going to love it.”

“As long as you don’t start calling yourself a maverick…” Kurt said with a smile. Blaine grinned.

“Don’t worry. I actually know my American history.”

“You have to keep rubbing it in about that test score, don’t you?” Kurt said, his face scrunched.

“You were so sure you had beaten me.” Blaine said smugly.

“You acted like the world had ended, and I had only missed two points. Of course I thought so.”

“Yeah, the one I missed was really easy, and…”

“There. That’s the restaurant. So you can stop relishing over a test you beat me by one point on.”

“Well the dinner date you had to take me on because of it was particularly memorable.” Blaine commented with a smirk. Kurt blushed. They had managed to be the first two seated in the room they were in at the restaurant, and had been making out when David, Wes and Nick walked in to be seated. Obviously they still hadn’t heard that last of that.

“Let’s just focus on this one, shall we?” Kurt said, smiling through his exasperated tone.

“Way ahead of you.” Blaine said, pulling Kurt’s hand up to kiss as he put the car in park. “Don’t you dare touch that door.” He added as Kurt unbuckled his seat belt. Blaine came around and opened the door for Kurt, and when his boyfriend was standing in front of him he cupped Kurt’s face in his hand and kissed him gently.

“I love you, Mr. Competitive.” Blaine whispered before taking Kurt’s hand and walking them to the door. According to the clock on the wall it was only 8:20, but Blaine walked right up to the hostess.

“8:30 reservation under Anderson.” Blaine said, smiling at the young Italian woman behind the podium. She nodded, her eyes averting their linked hands as she checked the book.

“Your table’s already open, so we can seat you now.” The hostess said, leading them through the restaurant. Kurt took in the sight of the greenery-real plants, all over the place- and small fountains trickling across the sprawling booths. They were led to one about where Kurt assumed the middle-point of the building was, their booth, like all of them, boxed in by trellises of ivy and flowers.

“Your waiter is named Samuele, and he will be here straight away.” The girl said, leaving them alone.

“This place is beautiful.” Kurt said, turning to Blaine. The booth was small and circular, seeming to draw them together. Blaine only nodded and reached over, brushing his fingers across Kurt’s temple.

The waiter arrived. Kurt could tell that he, like the hostess, was obviously Italian. Kurt could also see that he was the type of person who tried his hardest to fit the quintessential gay stereotype.

“Good evening, gentlemen, welcome to Della Sorella. Mi chiamo Samuele.” The waiter said, brandishing menus while scooping his voice in tones that Kurt and Mercedes had mockingly dubbed the “gay mating call.” His eyes scanned down both boys, staying longer on Kurt. Kurt fidgeted uncomfortably, looking up to see Blaine’s lips pursed. “Would either of you like anything to drink other than water?” He asked, his eyes flittering back to Kurt, who put his palms down flat on the table in his discomfort.

“Prendiamo due biccieri di succo d’uva.” Blaine said forcefully, taking both Kurt and Samuele by surprise.

“Si, signor.” He went on to mention a few specials before leaving the tiny booth again.

“You speak Italian.” Kurt said, looking up. Blaine nodded, fidgeting with his empty water glass.

“Italian nanny, remember? I ordered us grape juice, I hope that’s alright.” He said with a forced smile, obviously distracted. Kurt sighed, reaching over and putting both of his hands out on the table for Blaine to take.

“I guess I can forgive you for being so bad at French now.” Kurt said, and Blaine looked up with a resigned smile and laced his fingers with Kurt’s, their palms flush against each other.

“You loved helping me practice, though.” Blaine said, batting his eyelashes a bit. Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling.

“Yeah, but after we started dating, the only French you wanted to practice was kissing.” Kurt said, squeezing Blaine’s hand a little tighter.

“Practice makes perfect,” Blaine nearly whispered, squeezing back and crooking an index finger to run along Kurt’s fingers laced through his. Samuele returned to their little box with a tray of two glasses and two pitchers, pouring water into the cups already on the table and grape juice into the two he just brought.

“Do you need more time to look at the menu?” He asked, noticing that both menus were exactly where the boys had set them after he handed them to them. Once again his eyes stayed on Kurt long enough for Blaine’s grip to tighten.

“Per piacere.” Blaine said, and Kurt could hear the annoyance through the cool mask to his voice.

“Scusi. Torner� in pochi minuti.” Samuele said, nodding and turning back out of the booth.

“You don’t like him,” Kurt said, taking his right hand from Blaine’s and reaching up, cupping the older boy’s temple and stroking his forehead with his thumb. Kurt could feel the tension in his boyfriend’s temple release and Blaine smiled weakly.

“I don’t like the way he’s looking at you… it reminds me of… bad things from the past.” He finished weakly, deciding not to let the word ‘Karofsky’ interfere with their date. Kurt sighed, dropping his hand back down into Blaine’s and squeezing tight.

“Well there’s nothing he can do, because I’m here on a date with my wonderful boyfriend.” Kurt said, making Blaine smile.

“We should probably look at these menus before Samuele comes back,” Blaine said, mocking the waiter’s tone of voice. Kurt giggled, taking one hand from Blaine’s to hold up the menu before turning it sharply down again.

“It’s in Italian.” He said, looking at Blaine.

“You can’t read it?” Blaine asked, surprised. Kurt shook his head, surprised at how different French and Italian were to be in the same group of languages. He recognized a few cooking words and a few cognates, but the menu was largely unreadable.

“Come here.” Blaine said, reaching out his arm sideways and Kurt scooted around the circular booth, resting against Blaine’s side with his neck on his shoulder, smiling at the feel of Blaine’s suit beneath his cheek.Blaine began to read the menu, first reading the title in Italian and then translating both it and the description for Kurt. Kurt nodded as he began to familiarize himself with the terms, so that when they popped up again he knew what some of the title items were.

“I’ll have that.” Kurt said after Blaine read off an item with about six different vegetables.

“The fiori primavera?” Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded.

“Flori primaventa…” Kurt tried to repeat, making Blaine laugh.

“F-ie-or-ie pr-ee-ma-veh-ra.” Blaine enunciated. “It means flower spring. My guess is the pasta will be shaped like flowers.”

“Ooh!” Kurt said. Fiora… fioreh...” he tried, knowing he wasn’t getting it quite right.

“Fi-or-i.” Blaine said, flipping the R in the middle in a way that caught Kurt’s breath.

“Fiori.” He repeated, a little less impressively. He worked on ‘primavera’ until he had it similarly under control.

“Very good.” Blaine said, moving out from under Kurt’s head and leaning over to reward him with a kiss. Kurt smiled and scooted back toward where he had been sitting before Blaine’s assistance, but Blaine smiled when he saw that Kurt didn’t make it quite as far away.

“Are we ready to order?” Samuele asked, entering the booth a few minutes later.

“I’ll have the fiori primavera.” Kurt said, easing into the Italian. The waiter grinned and nodded.

“It’s absolutely wonderful, a great choice. Very delicate.” He said, allowing his hands to graze over Kurt’s as he took the menu. Kurt pulled his hands away quickly, looking down and biting the tip his tongue with his side teeth in the way he always did when his personal space was invaded by those unwelcome.

“E per il linguista?” The water asked, turning to Blaine. It was enough of a French cognate that Kurt knew the waiter was referring to Blaine as the “linguist,” and he couldn’t believe the audacity.

“Prender� i cannelloni.” Blaine said with a sickly smile, almost flipping his menu into the waiter’s hand.

“Si, signori. Amelia will be along shortly with bread for the two of you.” Samuele said, leaving them alone again. Blaine sighed, and Kurt reached over and took his hand. Blaine smiled, tapping his fingers against the base of Kurt’s palm.

“Well, we know which one of us made the better catch.” Blaine said with a little smile. Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Did you miss how annoying he is? He probably only likes me for my suit.”

“I only like you for what’s under your suit…” Blaine teased.

“Liar.”

“Definitely.” Blaine said, a little softer, tightening his hold on Kurt’s hand. “And since I don’t just like you for what’s under your suit, I have another present for you.” Kurt could see a bit of excitement in Blaine’s eyes and blinked, trying not to get excited himself.

“You don’t.” He said, thinking of all the presents Blaine had already given him.

“I do.”

“But, you don’t.” Kurt said, glancing around to make sure that he was correct in his assessment that Blaine hadn’t brought in any box-like item. Blaine took his hand from Kurt’s and started unbuttoning his sleeve.

“I inherited this bracelet from my great-grandfather.” Blaine said, shaking a gold bracelet out over his wrist. “It’s not really my thing, so I don’t wear it very much. I know most of your stuff is silver, but maybe sometimes you could wear it for me?” Blaine asked, unclasping the bracelet before putting his hand out for Kurt’s wrist. Unbelievingly, Kurt stretched out his wrist and allowed Blaine to clasp it around his wrist, the metal still warm from Blaine’s arm. Kurt brought it up his face to look at, and saw that it had a flat gold plate on the top of the bracelet and then the rest was a rope of gold links around to the back, where the clasp was definitely marked as Tiffany’s.

“Why are you trusting me with this?” Kurt asked, the breath marked out of him as he almost hyperventilated. Blaine laughed.

“Out of the two of us, who here is more trustworthy with jewelry?” Blaine asked, smiling warmly as Kurt admired the bracelet at a few more angles before looking up back up at Blaine.

“You’re too good to me.” Kurt murmured, putting his hands down in his lap, his other hand still on the bracelet.

“You need to stop saying that because I couldn’t be.” Blaine said, making Kurt smile more before he leaned around the table, putting his knee on the booth seat to propel him over to press his lips against Blaine’s.

“I love you so much.” Blaine whispered against his lips after Kurt withdrew them from his.

“I love you, too. Now stop giving me things.” Kurt said, watching as Blaine’s eyes twinkled in the light, so close to his own.

Kurt was just sitting down, once again slightly closer to Blaine than he had been before, when an Italian girl around their age walked into the booth, bringing them bread and olive oil with herbs.

“So,” Blaine started once the girl left, “how many outfits have you planned to go with the bracelet?” He asked, taking a sip of his juice and smiling. Kurt blushed and smiled up at him.

“Four, and I’m one accessory away from five.” Kurt said, reaching for a piece of bread. Blaine laughed.

“You move fast.”

“Well most of my outfits are relatively jewelry-neutral. So it’s just the loss of whatever I wear it with, and a replacement for the second accessory. I have a gold cord necklace that will work well with most of it… but that’s scarf exclusive…” Kurt said, making Blaine smile even more.

“When I’m a politician you’re going to get to pick out all my clothes for TV.” Blaine said, picking up a piece of bread and dipping it in the olive oil.

“You’re going to be a politician?” Kurt asked, looking up from the bracelet. He felt dumb asking; Blaine’s aspirations seemed like something he should know about the other boy. But Kurt realized that it was something that Blaine never brought up.

“I’ve thought about it a lot lately and decided it’s what I want to do.” Blaine said with a little shrug. “And now that I know it’s what I want, I’m really set on it.”

“Why politics?” Kurt asked curiously. Now that this side of Blaine was opened up to him he wanted to know everything.

“I want to change things, Kurt.” Blaine said quietly, picking at his bread. “Not just for us, but for everyone who needs it.” He looked up to Kurt for a reaction, and his face relaxed into an easy smile at the admiring look in his boyfriend’s eyes.

“You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met.” Kurt said quietly, taking Blaine’s hands.

“I haven’t done anything yet.” Blaine said, blushing and looking down.

“But you will.” Kurt said, the honest confidence in his voice bolstering Blaine and bringing a smile to his still-blushing face. “It’s perfect for you.”

“You think so?” Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded, smiling.

“I know so.”

“Get over here.” Blaine commanded, already scooting into the side of the booth himself. Kurt grinned and followed directions, slipping his arms around Blaine’s waist as he wrapped his around Kurt’s neck, pulling him into a full kiss. Kurt slid his tongue into Blaine’s mouth and silently offered his thanks up to the restaurant designer for the trellised-in booths and the ivy shielding them from actually being guilty of PDA.

The boys didn’t even bother to go back to their original spots when they were done kissing. Instead they leaned against each other, holding each other delicately, their heads meeting at the temple as they spoke quietly. Only when their food arrived did they sit back up, and Samuele the waiter only gave them a glance before deciding to just deliver their food and exit quickly.

“Looks like someone finally got the point.” Blaine said with a little grin, making Kurt smile as he began to eat.

“This is delicious!” Kurt said after swallowing his first bite, waving his hands a little bit. Blaine chuckled, reaching over and sticking his fork into Kurt’s food and trying for himself.

“That is really good.” Blaine agreed, moving to take a bite of his own pasta. “This, too. Here, take a bite.” He said, putting some on his fork and holding it up for Kurt. Kurt blushed a little bit as he leaned over and took the bite from Blaine’s fork.

“Mmm, it’s good!” Kurt said, marinara sauce smudged on his lip, making Blaine snicker. “What?” Kurt asked, but Blaine merely leaned over and kissed it off, his lips tugging at Kurt’s upper lip as it pulled the marinara away.

“You had some sauce on your face.” Blaine explained with a devious grin, taking a sip of his grape juice.

The two ate in quiet conversation, followed by sharing a slice of tiramisu that Blaine ordered from Samuele while oh so casually mentioning that it was his boyfriend’s birthday, obviously enjoying the waiter’s lack of comfort when he realized it would be Blaine paying the bill. When they left, Blaine calculated to make sure the tip was exactly fifteen percent.

“I don’t want to be rude. Hopefully he gets the point never to flirt with someone’s date.” Blaine said, flourishing off his signature.

“At least not yours.” Kurt said, and Blaine grinned.

“Definitely not mine.” Blaine said, taking his hand as they left the restaurant and got into Blaine’s car, Blaine opening the door for his boyfriend before getting in and beginning to drive to the botanical gardens.

“I have a dumb question,” Kurt said, turning to Blaine as the older boy drove.

“Okay.”

“Why are we going to the botanical garden at… ten-thirty in the evening?” Kurt asked.

“Because your father gave you an extra hour on your curfew, so I didn’t rush you to be done eating by ten.” Blaine said with a little grin.

“Blaine, flowers bloom in the daytime.” Kurt said a little more explicitly.

“And night flowers bloom in the nighttime, and the garden has a really nice night flower tour.” Blaine said. “It’s just… not showing tonight.”

“But they’re open?” Kurt asked, and Blaine nodded.

“There probably won’t be very many people there, I hope you don’t mind.” He said deviously, knowing Kurt wouldn’t.

“I don’t even know what to say to you.” Kurt said, a grin spreading across his face. “Have you ever been here before?” He asked as they pulled into the parking lot, and smiled more when the other boy shook his head. Glancing around, Blaine gave a triumphal smile to see that there were only four other cars in the parking lot, and some of them had to be for employees.

“You just showed me those pictures of you and Rachel here on a field trip here and said how much you love it, so I thought it would be a fun little adventure.”

“At night.” Kurt said with a grin as Blaine parked the car and turned to Kurt.

“Had to think of something to do after dinner.” Blaine said with a smile, pulling some things out of the little storage area on the door and putting them in his pockets before getting out of the car and walking around, opening the door for Kurt.

When the younger boy stepped out of the car Blaine stepped in and closed the distance between them, pressing Kurt against the car right under his shoulder blades, kissing him hard. Kurt moaned, gripping Blaine’s shoulders and arching away from the car, into Blaine. Blaine quickly wrapped his arms around Kurt’s back, bracing him and holding the younger boy against himself as he moaned in return.

“What was that for?” Kurt asked, his eyes still closed as Blaine’s mouth left his. He gasped when he felt Blaine’s lips reconnect to him at his neck, pressing firmly.

“What isn’t it for?” Blaine teased, opening his mouth a little bit and flicking his tongue against Kurt’s skin inside his mouth, making the younger boy squirm.

“Blaine…” Kurt whimpered, fidgeting with a little foot stomp.

“Yes?” Blaine asked, drawing back from Kurt’s neck and putting his face back to directly in front of Kurt’s and giving his best puppy eyes. Kurt made a low noise in the back of his throat and basically pounced on Blaine, trying to press his lips against the older boy’s but being thwarted by the fact that the older boy had begun laughing.

“What?” Kurt asked, confused as Blaine nearly entered hysterics.

“You… like… growled.” Blaine said, still laughing. When Blaine saw Kurt’s mortified face he slipped his arms back around Kurt’s waist, attempting to quell his laughter.

“It was adorable.” Blaine elaborated. “It was like this kitten coming at me…” he said, bringing up one of his hands and making claws with his fingers. Kurt laughed a little, still blushing. “Actually I kind of liked it.” Blaine said in a lower voice, “I wonder if I could get you to do it again.”

“Stop, it’s embarrassing.” Kurt said, looking down. Blaine tapped a finger under Kurt’s chin, raising it to look up at him.

“I just told you, I like it.” Blaine said, pressing his lips against Kurt’s again and pressing himself against him to make his point. Kurt gasped, and Blaine took the opportunity to slide his tongue into Kurt’s mouth, kissing him until Kurt’s tension subsided, and then doing his best to replace it with a new type of tension.

“You weren’t kidding.” Kurt whispered, and Blaine shook his head with a grin.

“Come on, we should go, you know, see the gardens.” Blaine said, taking Kurt’s hand and leading him to the building. He pulled two tickets and handed them to the attendant before leading Kurt through the building and back out into the warm summer night.

The moon was thin, but provided enough light for the boys to see the night flowers and the path. They walked hand in hand, Blaine’s thumb turning small circles against Kurt’s palm that were driving the younger boy crazy. Kurt tried to focus on the pretty white and purple night blooming flowers, but found himself rushing them along to the end of the night path.

“Come this way.” Kurt said with a grin, tugging Blaine’s hand. The older boy’s eyebrow’s shot up and he followed eagerly as Kurt pulled him along a cobblestone path, through areas that Blaine could tell were beautiful by day and around to where there was a little lake inside the botanical gardens. Kurt started them up another path Blaine wouldn’t have noticed, climbing a hill and going back down around to a pretty wooden dock floating on the edge of the water.

“This is really gorgeous.” Blaine murmured, looking out over the moonlit lake. Kurt nodded in agreement, laying his head on Blaine’s shoulder as the other boy ran his thumb around the back of Kurt’s suit comfortably. After a long moment Blaine turned his face to Kurt’s, his heart pounding at the way the moonlight made Kurt’s pale skin glow and his hair shine. Blaine turned and took Kurt around his waist, one of his hands finding Kurt’s and beginning to rock them back and forth a little bit.

“One dance with you,” Blaine sang quietly, loving the soft smile on Kurt’s face. “In the moonlight. On this magic night.” He kissed Kurt softly, and they stopped dancing. Kurt clasped his hands behind Blaine’s neck, pulling himself in closer to the kiss as Blaine locked his arms around Kurt’s waist, pulling the younger boy up against him. The kiss quickly grew heated and Kurt squirmed up against Blaine, rocking into him and showing Blaine just how turned on Kurt was. Blaine backed them up to where the back of Kurt’s legs were against a wooden bench. Smiling to himself, Blaine reached around and stroked Kurt through his suit pants, making him buck into Blaine more. He did it again and Kurt began to whimper.

“Blaine…” Kurt gasped the third time Blaine ran his flat palm down Kurt, and the older boy smiled more.

“What is it, Baby?” He asked, doing it again and making Kurt toss his head around.

“Sounds like you need some help,” Blaine said, opening his eyes to glance around. He doubted anyone would be on this side of the lake, and where they were was hidden from the other side if anyone happened to be there. Considering the money the nighttime tickets had taken him, Blaine doubted anyone was. He flicked the buttons of Kurt’s pants open, sliding his hand in and grasping Kurt around the balls, his thumb flicking at Kurt’s base.

“Fuck, Blaine…” Kurt whimpered, and Blaine obediently slid the zipper down on Kurt’s pants and pulled them down along with Kurt’s underwear as he sunk to his knees. Kurt’s eyes shot open and looked down at him, and Blaine found himself in the perfect position to see Kurt swelling even more. The younger boy gulped and spread his feet out a little more, bracing himself and letting his eyes drift shut at the feeling of Blaine’s heavy breath on him.

“You better be planning on watching this.” Blaine murmured, growing harder at the sight of Kurt’s dick visibly twitching at his words. Kurt took a deep breath and looked down just as Blaine leaned forward and slid his mouth around him, going almost as far as he could.

Kurt moaned loudly, his fists clenched at his sides to keep from bucking into his boyfriend’s mouth. Blaine slid his head back to where only the head of Kurt’s penis was in his mouth and licked his tongue through the slit, this time making Kurt buck up and slightly push back into Blaine’s mouth. Blaine moaned around Kurt, the vibration so much that Kurt found his hands in Blaine’s curls, tugging sharply and making the older boy moan again as he slid his mouth back down around Kurt, and sucking sharply once he was as far as he dared go.

The two carried on in this way for several minutes before Blaine took his mouth off of Kurt, making him whimper in protest before Blaine licked his way up the bottom of Kurt’s penis from the base and enveloped Kurt fully again in one swift movement, making Kurt cry out in the ragged way that made Blaine know Kurt was close. He continued to suck hard on Kurt as he reached into his pocket and drew out tissues, and held them in one hand as the other reached up and began to pump Kurt in time with his mouth.

“Blaine!” Kurt cried out loudly, his fingers crooking in Blaine’s hair and attempting to pull his boyfriend away from him. Blaine looked up at Kurt with twinkling dark eyes, his mouth still moving around Kurt. The younger boy tossed his head back, repeating his boyfriend’s name several times until he came, shooting into Blaine’s mouth. Blaine let him finish before taking the tissues and using them to catch anything he missed as he closed his mouth around what Kurt had squirted, swallowing it in one sticky gulp as the younger boy sunk down onto the bench, his breathing hard.

Still on his knees, Blaine adjusted Kurt back into his clothing and zipped him up. Kurt’s eyes fluttered open and he leaned forward and kissed Blaine, groaning at the taste of himself on Blaine’s mouth.

“Oh my God, Darling…” Kurt murmured. Blaine grinned.

“How was that?” Blaine asked with a smile, rubbing his thumb along Kurt’s temple.

“I don’t have adjectives, I just have kisses.” Kurt murmured, leaning back in and making his point. Putting his hands on Blaine’s sides, he drew back.

“Let me get you.”

“Nope.” Blaine said, drawing back. “It’s your birthday.” Kurt frowned at him and reached down, gasping at how much Blaine was straining against his pants.

“Blaine, you’re about to come right now.” Kurt scolded, and Blaine’s eyes rolled back at just the slight touch. “At least let me rub you off.”

“Here.” Blaine conceded, pulling a little bottle of lotion out of his pocket and handing it to Kurt. The younger boy unzipped Blaine’s suit pants and freed him before putting some of the lotion on his hand and grasping Blaine in it, making the older boy give a sort of double moan as Kurt began to fist him. Kurt leaned in and kissed him, Blaine’s lips breaking away from time-to-time to cry out. Kurt picked up his pace and soon Blaine came, squirting out onto the ground under the bench and collapsing back on his feet. Kurt took the tissues from the ground and wiped up the bit still on Blaine as the older boy drew his composure, and Kurt helped him to stand, fastening him up and kissing him.

“I love you.” Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine again.

“I love you, too.” Blaine said, kissing Kurt strongly. “How much time do we have?” He asked. Kurt pulled his phone from his pants pocket, sliding it open and looking at the time.

“It’s eleven-twenty. We’ll have to leave here a quarter ‘til, so that gives us just over fifteen minutes.” Kurt said, and Blaine nodded.

“Good.” He said, pulling Kurt over to the bench and sitting down to watch the moon on the lake and hold each other as best they could.