Blaine was a smart boy. Even at 14, he was the smartest in his class, was in Algebra II as a freshman, and had an A in Physics. So when he realized that he was, in fact, gay, he knew that he could not tell anyone. He knew that doing so would tarnish his reputation and his life would never be the same. Unfortunately, all of his friends had been on at least one date by the time they were 14, while Blaine had turned down every girl that had asked him out, so his friends were starting to get suspicious. So, in order to convince them that he did likes girls, he decided to take a girl out. Besides, it's not like anything bad could happen, right?

He knew that most guys fantasized about girls, and when they finally got up the nerve to ask them out, it was like a dream come true. For him, though, he didn't fantasize about girls. So for him to ask a girl out took a lot of planning, and research. It surprised him how much information could be found through Google. When he had analyzed every move that he would make, and planned his outfit accordingly, he decided to make the first move. For his "date", he picked Kinsley Robertson, a girl his age that he had known for most of his life.

On Monday, he saw her in Spanish, in which she sat behind him. When their teacher gave them an assignment, he turned around, and asked, "Kinsley, can you help me? I just can't seem to translate this." She, of course, had said yes, especially since, unknown to him, she had liked him since they were in seventh grade. He pointed to a sentence that said, "Te ves Hermosa hoy," and asked, "What does this mean? I understand You, look, and today…but what does Hermosa mean?" Kinsley looked at him and said, "Beautiful". "What?" he asked. "You look beautiful today," said Kinsley. Blaine looked at her and said, "Well, that's flattering, but I think that you look more beautiful than I ever could." She looked at him and blushed, and cast her eyes downward. She murmured a quiet thank you, and then smiled. Blaine then knew that he had nothing to worry about, that his plan would work without a doubt.

The next day, he saw her standing at her locker, putting some of her books in, and watched her check her hair in a mirror she had attached to the inside of the locker door. He didn't know why she always worried so much about her hair; her brown hair with the subtle blonde highlights was so gorgeous that if she ever dyed it, he would personally question her sanity. Despite his sexual preferences, he had to admit that she looked pretty today; her denim boot-cut jeans matched her blush-colored tank top perfectly, as did her matching ballet flats. He wondered absentmindedly if she had gotten dressed up for him; he felt a little twinge of guilt, but shrugged it off and walked towards her. When he reached her side, she looked up at him with a slight look of surprise in her eyes, and a smile on her lips. Blaine was pretty sure that he also saw a faint trace of red on her cheeks; did he really make her blush that easily? While he was contemplating this, she said, "Hi, Blaine." He looked her in the eyes, and replied, "Hey, Kinsley."

"How are you today?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm fine, how are you?"

"I'm…great actually," she said, and blushed.

"Well, that's always a good thing. So, listen, I was wondering…"

"Yes?"

"Are you busy on Friday?"

She blushed a deep red, looked up at him, and said, "No, I'm not…why?"

He really felt bad for this; he could tell that she really liked him. He could back out, but…

"Would you like to go out to dinner with me?" he asked.

"Of course," she breathed.

"Okay then. Well, here's my number. How about I call you tonight and we can figure out the details?"

She blushed again, and said, "That sounds good."

The bell rang then, and they said goodbye to each other. Blaine walked off to Algebra and thought, Wow, I have a date on Friday.