Forty minutes later, Blaine opened the oven and pulled out the garlic bread, placing it into a basket and covering it with a kitchen towel. He wasnt much of a cook, but he could make a mean spaghetti sauce. Hed wanted to make lasagna, but had to settle for angel hair, as it was the only pasta in the kitchen. The pasta was cooked, spaghetti sauce simmering, garlic bread done, and brownies in the oven.

Blaine had even found some candles and set the table, trying to make it a little romantic. He took out his headphones and placed his ipod in their speaker, putting on soft music, and stepped back to admire his work for a moment before heading into the bedroom to get Kurt.

He pushed the door open, (it had been cracked slightly), and knocked on the doorframe so as not to scare him. Kurt looked over his shoulder at Blaine and smiled.

"Ready?" Kurt asked.

"Yes," he replied, walking toward Kurt and offering his arm. "Your dinner awaits."

"Oooh, a handsome escort and a homemade dinner? How did I get so lucky?" He teased.

"Im the lucky one," Blaine said seriously. "And I plan on showing you that every day."

As they walked into the room, Kurt gasped at the scene in front of him. The table was set, and wait, where did he find a table cloth? There were even candles and soft music in the background. Kurt was in shock. Who was this boy, and how had he done all this in less than an hour?

Blaine led Kurt to the table and held out his chair for him. Kurt looked confused before taking a seat. Blaine disappeared for a moment, then was back with a bottle of wine, pouring them each a glass. He sat the wine bottle on the table and took both the plates with him back into the kitchen. When he returned, the plates were filled with pasta covered in a sauce that smelled so divine, Kurt was salivating before Blaine even sat the plate down.

"Hmmm. It smells so good, Blaine. I didnt even know you could cook."

"Well, I hope it tastes as good as it smells. As for the cooking, I can make a few dishes, but Im not an expert or anything." He reached for the basket, holding it out toward Kurt. "Garlic bread?"

"Wow, I didnt even know we had garlic bread. Thanks."

Blaine smiled shyly and looked down at his plate, before picking up his wine glass and holding it up slightly.

"Before we start, Id like to make a toast of sorts." He looked at Kurt, who picked up his glass, as well, and nodded. "I just want to say how grateful I am that youve agreed to give me another chance. I promise I wont screw this up. To another chance." Blaine moved his glass toward Kurts, waiting.

Kurt was so over-whelmed with everything that he could almost not breathe. It hadnt even been a day, and he already felt his feelings for Blaine become so strong it filled up his entire being. He wanted so badly to believe Blaine, but he was also so scared. His heart had been broken so many times by the very boy sitting in front of him, that he wasnt sure it could be put back together again.

Although, he could tell that Blaine was trying, and there was something different about him since last night. Kurt had never seen Blaine so raw, and it moved him. So much so, that he agreed to give Blaine another chance. One last chance.

Kurt leaned forward and lightly touched his glass to Blaines and whispered, "Another chance."

After taking a sip of wine, Blaine dug into his pasta, all the while watching Kurt to gage his reaction. When Kurt took his first bite, Blaine held his breath and waited. Kurt closed his eyes right away and moaned. Oh my God, that sound should be illegal, thought Blaine. Wait, was that a good moan or a bad moan? Oh man, hed put too much garlic in it. Shit.

"Oh. My. God. Blaine. This sauce is divine. Where did you learn how to make this?" He took another mouthful and closed his eyes again, savoring the taste.

Blaine was momentarily stunned. Kurt was enjoying his sauce. He did a little happy dance inside. He stopped eating in favor of watching Kurt eat. Every time he took a bite, hed moan. Did he not realize what his moans were doing to Blaine? Seriously, now all he could think about was using his arm in a very dramatic fashion, pushing off all the plates onto the floor, and taking Kurt right then and there.

There was silence, and he realized then that Kurt was staring at him with a confused look, and he remembered that Kurt had asked him a question. What was it? His mind was hazy, watching Kurts face as he ate. "Hmmm?" Was all he was able to get out.

Kurt stopped eating and put his fork down, his gaze piercing. "Blaine, are you listening?"

"Huh, oh yea. Sorry." Blaine looked down at his plate sheepishly. "What did you ask again?"

"Blaine, whats wrong?" Blaine looked up quickly when he heard Kurts timid voice. Kurt thought Blaine was having second thoughts. The boy had no idea.

Blaine looked up, catching Kurts eye and smiled softly. "Im sorry. I promise I was not ignoring you, nor am I thinking about leaving." He saw a flicker of relief in Kurts eyes, and continued. "Its just...well, you are really distracting."

Kurts mouth fell open and his eyes widened. "What?"

"Not...not in a bad way. Its just...ugh, how do I explain this without sounding like a freak?" Blaine sighed, the food almost forgotten on the table.

"Just tell me, please. It cant be worse than what Im imagining."

Blaine caught Kurts gaze again, his face showing vulnerability, and he saw Kurt relax a little. "Its the sounds you were making..."

"What sounds?" Kurt asked, completely confused.

"The moans. Oh God, Im sorry. Here I am, trying to be such a gentleman and do something sweet and you sit there moaning with every bite, and I..." He sighed, then took a deep breath before continuing. "I was imagining other ways I could make you moan like that. Ugh." He dropped his head then, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

Kurt was silent, and Blaine began to worry. Thats it. Hed screwed everything up. Now Kurt was going to kick him out and tell him to never come back. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The silence was killing him and he ventured a peek at Kurt through the space between his fingers. What he saw floored him. Kurt was staring straight ahead, eyes glazed over, lips parted, and a faint hint of pink on his cheeks. Was Kurt thinking about what Blaine had said? Was he imagining the same things?

Before either boy could say anything, Kurt settled his gaze on Blaine again, and Blaine was blown away by the look in Kurts eyes. They were bluer than hed ever seen them, and Blaine was sure it was desire he saw.

"Kurt..." he whispered, and was making a move to stand when the front door opened.

Rachel breezed in, unaware of the moment she had interrupted. She put her bag down and stopped, finally noticing the scene in front of her. She took in the candles, wine glasses and food and realized shed just walked in on a romantic dinner.

"Oh my. Im sorry guys, I didnt know you were..." she moved her hand in lieu of words.

The moment between the boys gone, Blaine was the first to recover, standing and offering Rachel a seat.

"Its fine, Rachel," he said. "I just made dinner. You are welcome to join us. Theres plenty." Always the gentlemen, but inside he was saying, please dont, please dont.

"Thats sweet, Blaine, thanks, but Ill just head back into my room and let you two eat." She was already headed down the hall before either boy could answer.

Blaine sat back down, his shoulder slumping. This was not working out like hed planned. Why did he have to mess everything up? As he was worrying about the mess hed made of dinner, the oven dinged, letting him know the brownies were finished. He got up without a word, avoiding Kurts gaze, and walked to the oven, extracting the brownies.

Once he placed them on the stove top, he jumped when he felt two arms encircle him from behind. Kurt rested his head on Blaines shoulder as Blaine hesitantly brought his hands up to entwine his finger with Kurts resting on his stomach.

"Thank you." He felt as much as heard Kurts whisper. "Dinner has been wonderful. Now, lets get back to it before it gets too cold, ok?"

Blaine nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Kurt stepped back from Blaine, removing his arms from his waist, but keeping their hands together, and walked them both back to the table.

They sat back down and began to eat, and after a few moments of awkward silence, the conversation started, and they talked and ate and enjoyed each others company. When they were finished, Blaine cleared the table, not allowing Kurt to help, and rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. He cut the brownies, now the perfect temperature, and got some ice cream out of the freezer, adding a scoop to the top of each brownie, before adding sprinkles.

When Blaine returned with their dessert, Kurt was smiling and teased, "Are you trying to make me fat?"

Blaine chuckled. "Nope, just trying to spoil you a little. Everyone deserves a treat every now and then." As he placed the brownie sundae in front of Kurt, he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on Kurts forehead. Kurt flushed, but said nothing. He could definitely get used to this side of Blaine.