"The party was fun?" Santana asks, walking a little faster to reach Blaine in the almost empty corridor. 

He paused, taking a look at the last students rushed, who run quickly to the last class, which are probably overdue. 

"Why?" 

"I don't know. I guess it's because you left early. With someone." 

"I just went to take him home." 

"Don't lie to me." She asked, almost innocently. 

"I'm not lying." Blaine turned to walk fast, leaving her behind. 

It's true, he doesn't know lie. 

"Why are you still here?" He mumbled, staring at her, who was still following him, persistently. 

"Because we have practice on Glee now. And because you'll have to tell me what really happened." 

"No. I still have to warn that I'll miss the football today. Again. "

xxxXXXXxxx

"You're late." She accused. 

"You know how long it takes to give a convincing excuse for don't participating in training?" Blaine complained, his voice as low as possible, avoid letting someone else listen. 

"I told you." Santana throws the jacket to Quinn, in the other chair, and turns to him again. "You hate football" 

"Shut up." 

Only three seats further, Kurt looks at him from the corner of the eye. Blaine realizes. 

Blaine moves his chair, dragging it back. A little more to the side. Perfect. 

"Can I take you home again?" He leans a little to ask in a whisper to Kurt. 

"No." He answered without even turning around. 

"You liked it." 

This time he doesn't answer. His thinking back to last night, and what he did after Blaine go home. Well, it's better don't say nothing. 

"Come on, I can stay a little more this time." He suggests. 

Kurt curses himself for flushing that begins to achieve his face disobediently.

Kurt takes the first sweater on the bed. The voice of some less-know singer takes life unexpectedly on the radio. He looks at the open closet, and finish to arranges it, but his thinking isn't as focused on the task. 

"Kurt." Burt opens the door, after knocking twice, without being heard. "Telephone." 

He picks up the phone and watches his father leave, closing the door again, 

"Hello?" 

"You should have let me take you home," Blaine says on the other side of the line, sitting on the bed. 

"How did you get my number?" 

"I always get what I want." 

"And what do you want?" 

"You" He smiles, and without waiting for a answer, he continues to talk. "Where?" 

"Where what?" 

Blaine rolls his eyes, even knowing that Kurt can't see him. "Where we'll have our date? Tonight." He explains. 

Kurt laughed, closing the closet door and sitting in bed. 

"We won't have a date, Blaine." 

"Oh honey, yes, we'll." 

"Give me a reason to go." 

"Please?"

Some people walk down the street without so much hurry as in the morning. On the first floor of the restaurant, the waiters pass quickly from one table to another, taking orders at a pace almost synchronized. The second floor is quiet. It's not empty, contrariwise. But the waiters are quietly standing next to the counter, waiting to be called. Most tables are already served, and if you make silence for a few seconds, you can easily hear the conversation of the couples closer together. 

And who is in the balcony has a privileged view. It's really beautiful.

"This must be one of the best places here." Blaine says, pulling a chair to Kurt sit down. 

He sits in another chair, facing him, with a smile. 

"You like?" He asks happily. 

"It's beautiful." Kurt smiles. But something still worries him. "Can I ask you a question?" 

Blaine remembers the very last time he heard that question. At the end of the day he ended up taking him home and kissing him. 

"Yeap" 

"This is a date?" 

The question isn't as difficult as he thought it would be. 

"I think so. I asked you for a date. 'Cause i want it." 

Kurt nods. The brown eyes are analysand him, apprehensive and sweet at the same time. Apprehensive? 

Blaine let ou a little sigh, resting his chin on his hand. When did the last time he felt so good? Maybe last night, when he taked him home and was pleasantly surprised to get a moment alone with him. A moment very well spent, indeed. He notes Kurt, enjoying every detail. So pretty.

"You're beautiful." He lets out, and immediately repents. He really said that? His confidence isn't the same as  two seconds ago. 

"Thanks." 

No looks of anger. No hints like "you wouldn't say it with people around.".

Oh, yeah. They're in a date. He can say that. 

"Do you already wants to order?" He asks with a smile.

"Where are we going?" Kurt asks. Blaine's hand is entwined in his own, leading him to somewhere, which it's probably not so far, considering that his car is parked in front of his house. 

"It's just the back of my house. But I like to stay there. In the summer, I can just be sitting, without thinking in something useful or just, doing nothing. " 

Kurt didn't venture himself to ask if anybody is home. Blaine doesn't seem worried about it.

And he's right. The place is really beautiful. And in a few minutes, they are sitting on the grass, talking about everything and nothing. 

"See? It's not so hard to accept going out with me." Blaine mumbles, approaching a little more. 

"It's not so hard don't be annoying, is it?" Kurt replies, but he doesn't moves away 

"Why do you always have to counter me?" He smiles, and leans his face in Kurt's neck, starting to kiss him softly. 

"But I'm not." He raises his head back, lying down on the grass. 

Blaine also lie down, pulling him even more close, while kissing.