Kurt came outside about five minutes later, basically taking the breath right out of Blaine's lungs. He had on skinny jeans that looked like they were painted onto his body, they were so freaking tight. He had a black Henley on top that clung to his chest in far too teasing of a manner and a thin, stylish scarf draped around his neck. If Blaine's brain hadn't just short-circuited, he would have spoken up first, but his brain was too occupied trying to rewire itself to open his mouth.

"Hey Blaine," Kurt smiled, his eyes raking over Blaine's body, and oh-dear-God did he look absolutely gorgeous.

Blaine felt his cheeks flare as Kurt's gaze ran down his body, "Hi Kurt, how are you?" he asked, hoping he didn't look as flustered as he felt on the inside.

"Very good, and yourself?" he answered, still drinking Blaine in with his eyes.

"I'm quite well," Blaine said in a proper, joking voice, earning himself a laugh out of Kurt, "Shall we be going?"

"I dare say we shall," Kurt responded, finding that ‘Dapper-Blaine' was actually one of his favorite sides to Blaine's personality.

They walked alongside each other, Blaine partially leading the way because he had picked out where they would be eating. Every few steps or so, their hands would brush, and both boys would ignore the spark of electricity that would run through their fingertips and forget that it ever happened. But Blaine wanted nothing more than to take Kurt's hand in his and tangle their fingers together, but he didn't give in, not confident enough in himself to do so. Every time their fingers so much as touched, his heart did a flip and his heart rate increased to an almost unhealthy speed.

They got to the restaurant, named something that neither of them could even attempt to pronounce, where Kurt discovered that it had probably cost Blaine a ton of money to get them into. Blaine called earlier, reserving a table for two for a "Mr. Anderson" and they were taken to their table.

Once they were seated and given menus, Kurt spoke first, "Blaine..." he said, his voice trailing off at the end.

"Yeah?" Blaine responded, not picking his head up from where he was looking in the menu.

"How expensive is this restaurant?" he wondered rather bluntly.

But Blaine didn't even seem fazed by this, he just shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing, "I dunno, don't worry about it."

"C'mon, I'm being serious, was it expensive?" he pushed again.

"Not really, just a couple hundred dollars," Blaine said just as nonchalantly as before.

Kurt stopped everything he was doing and stared wide-eyed, straight at Blaine, "I'm sorry, forgive me if I heard you wrong, but did you just say ‘a couple hundred dollars' or did I just imagine you saying that?"

Blaine laughed to himself, looking up into Kurt's ocean blue eyes, "I also said ‘don't worry about it,' if I'm not mistaken," he joked, finding himself thoroughly amused with Kurt's reaction.

"But...but...but...how?" Kurt sputtered.

"Do you remember when I told you that I had been to Paris a few times before this trip," he asked, Kurt nodded, "Well, let's just say that my father makes a lot of money," he sighed.

Kurt noticed the look in Blaine's eyes, there was a story behind that look, but it wasn't the appropriate time or place to push the subject, so he decided to drop it, saying, "Oh, well, that's nice. Have you ever been here before?"

Blaine's eyes softened back up at the subject change, shooting Kurt a grateful look, "Yeah, I came here the last time my family went to Paris," his eyes scanned up and down his menu again, "Do you like seafood? Cause if you do, I remember that they have the greatest..."

Kurt just smiled and listened to Blaine talk, glad that he was back to his usual perky, happy, adorable self. They chatted for a while before and as they ate, Blaine giving Kurt some recommendations occasionally, which Kurt took all of, and was extremely thankful that he did. On the other hand, Blaine had a mind that wouldn't turn off. Every now and then, his eyes would drop down and sneak a peek at Kurt's lips, which was such a bad idea. Every time he did, his heart would start beating faster and his brain would blank out, and then he would bring his gaze back up quickly, terrified of Kurt catching him, desperately trying to hide his blush.

Eventually they finished eating and got the check, where Blaine had insisted on paying because Kurt was the one who had bought them their coffee this morning. Although, Kurt did argue with Blaine about it, he wouldn't give in though, so he had no choice but to let Blaine pay. Blaine gave a wide, triumphant smile when he ‘won' their little argument, Kurt smacked him on the arm playfully, they just ended up laughing at their banter. Once they got outside, they realized that neither of them wanted to leave yet, so Kurt came up with an idea.

"Do you, um, do you want to just walk around for a while?" he asked, trying not to let his nerves get the best of him.

Blaine's smile gave him reassurance, "Yeah, that would be cool."

"Most definitely," Kurt agreed, making Blaine laugh.

 The same thing happened this time that had happened the last time, their hands kept brushing as they walked. Except this time, Kurt gathered up all of his courage, worried his lip between his teeth, and grabbed Blaine's hand, intertwining their fingers. Blaine had stopped talking momentarily, dropping his gaze down to their hands, then up into Kurt's shimmering eyes, giving him a small smile, before continuing his thought from a few seconds ago, once the initial shock wore off. Kurt let out a nervous breath that he had been holding in since he took Blaine's hand in his. And gosh, if their hands didn't fit together perfectly. It was like Blaine's hand was made to be clasped in his, the pure thought alone sent shivers up Kurt's spine. There simply weren't any words in any language that would ever be able to describe how this felt, just an overwhelming sense of ‘this is right where I should be,' walking lazily along on a lovely summer night with Blaine by his side.

They walked for a while, trying to prolong their time together. Blaine found them a bench to sit on because, truth be told, his legs were super tired. They settled on the bench, hands still tangled together, when Kurt had a spell of curiosity wash over him.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend before?" he wondered, hoping that he wasn't overstepping or anything.

Blaine paused for a second before nodding hesitantly, "Yeah, this past year I had a boyfriend named Tyler, but it wasn't anything serious." It was nothing like this is. Nothing like I feel when I'm with you. Nothing like how I feel right now. He was nothing like you are. You are so much more than he will ever be, he added mentally, "What about you?"

Kurt slowly shook his head, "No, but living in Ohio, not too many choices, are there?" he laughed humorlessly.

"No, I totally get that. Well, I went to an all-boys school, so I'd say that helped my chances out a lot," Blaine joked.

"Very true," Kurt laughed, this time genuinely, "I guess I just never had anybody like me like that," he shrugged.

"I can't imagine why," Blaine said before he could stop himself.

Kurt was taken aback by this, if one could imagine that, "What do you mean?" he wondered.

Blaine thought for a second, trying to figure out how he wanted to put this, he took a steady breath, "What I mean, is that I can't imagine how you wouldn't have someone who liked you like that."

"Why?" Kurt asked, his heart racing, not entirely able to believe his ears at what Blaine was saying.

"Because you're amazing," Blaine said bluntly.

Kurt shook his head, "You can't possibly think that."

"Why can't I?"

"Because you haven't known me for all that long," Kurt reminded him.

"But that doesn't mean that I don't know enough," Blaine countered, Kurt sending him a questioning glance, "Kurt, I don't have to have known you forever to think that you're amazing."

"Do you really think that?" Kurt felt a faint flush crawling up his neck.

"Absolutely," Blaine answered immediately, "I would never lie to you."

"Thank you," Kurt said, his voice a little shaky, staring into Blaine's golden eyes as if they were a life boat and he could sink at any moment.

"Any time," Blaine smiled gently, rubbing his thumb across Kurt's knuckles, "It's weird though, because I know that we've only known each other for like a week, but sometimes I really do feel like I've known you my whole life," he said, his eyes trailing down and then quickly back up Kurt's face.

"So do I," Kurt agreed, taking note in the way Blaine's eyes averted themselves, "but I like that a lot though, how easy it is to be with you."

"Me too," Blaine's eyes betrayed him once more. They flickered down to Kurt's lips again. Blaine could feel his self-control slipping right out of his grasp, he slid himself closer on the bench so that their thighs were brushing together. Blaine reached his free hand out and cupped Kurt's cheek, threading his fingertips in Kurt's oh-so-soft hair, running his thumb across the Porcelain skin of Kurt's defined cheekbone.

Kurt felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest, "Blaine," he whispered, now suddenly super aware of how close their faces were, he could almost taste Blaine's sweet breath on his tongue.

"Yeah?" he asked, looking at Kurt through his thick eyelashes.

"Kiss me," he said simply. Blaine slowly inched forward until finally, their lips touched.

And if you had asked them, fireworks wouldn't even begin to describe it. This wasn't something a movie could put into words, it was like every beautiful feeling in this world rolled up into one. Kurt felt like he was melting into their kiss. Because, Jesus Christ, Blaine's lips were so smooth and soft and wonderful. And in this moment, there was only one person that mattered, and that person was Blaine. Kurt could stay here forever and never have a problem, like if all of a sudden the entire world faded away, he wouldn't even have the right mind to care, because Blaine's lips were on his, and nothing else could ever compare to that.

They both pulled away slowly, Kurt resting his forehead against Blaine's, "Wow," Blaine whispered, "that was..." his voice trailed off.

"Perfect," Kurt breathed, finishing off his sentence, "absolutely perfect."

"God yes," Blaine agreed, "Kurt...I..."

"Yes Blaine?"

"Please be my boyfriend," he said breathlessly.

Kurt looked at him, baffled for a second, before giggling, "Yes," he said, barely able to contain his smile.

Blaine broke out into one of his adorable smiles as Kurt planted another kiss to his lips, just because he could. It was simple and short, but still as mind-blowing as the last one had been.

"Shall I walk you back home?" Blaine asked him once they pulled back away, Kurt nodded to him.

Kurt's hotel turned out to be right around the corner from where they were because of how long and far they had walked. Kurt turned and faced him once they reached the door.

"I had an amazing time tonight Blaine," he said.

"So did I," Blaine agreed.

"And I expect to see you at the café promptly at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning," Kurt joked, trying to keep a straight face but failing.

Blaine laughed openly, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, drawing him into a tight hug, Kurt's arms ending up around his shoulders. He pulled away a few seconds later, kissing him sweetly one more time before Kurt had to go.

"Goodnight Kurt," he whispered onto his lips.

"Goodnight Blaine," Kurt whispered back, before turning around and going in through the door.

This had officially turned out to be the best day of Blaine Anderson's life.