A/N: Hi, I'm back with a new story! I hope you didn't miss me too much? Hehe. This one is something I've been working really hard on for the past few months and I hope you will like this. I won't be able to upload chapters as often on this one since this will be much longer than the previous story. So be patient, alright?

Chapter 1: Reflections & red lipstick.

Kurt Hummel stood infront of his mirror, eyeing his reflection. His heart was beating in an unhealthy pace underneath his white button up and black blazer. His face looked paler than usual and his blue eyes reflected fear. His mouth was in a tight line and his defined jaw line was tense as he bit his teeth together to keep them from thrembling. The only thing that looked put together on him was his perfectly coiffed hair.

Truth to be told, he was nervous. He was so nervous he thought he might throw up. Because today was the day he was supposed to meet up with the girl he was forced to marry.

The girl his dad had picked out for him, the girl who he had described as beautiful, intelligent and funny. The girl he was supposed to fall in love and create a family with some day.

The thought made him sick.

Being intimate with a girl made him shiver and not in a good way. He had a secret, a secret that he had only told one person in this world: his mother. But she passed away and brought the secret with her in her grave. His dad never found out and he wasn't planning on letting him either.

"Are you ready?" His dad appeared in the doorway behind him.

"Y-Yeah." Kurt's voice cracked.

"Hey, don't be nervous. I told you she's wonderful, you're gonna love her." He said with a proud smile across his face.

"I guess I just… I want to make a good impression on her, you know, so she likes m-me back." He lied and tried a smile but failed.

"She'll love you." His dad said with no hesitation. "You're my son. You're handsome, wonderful and kind."

Kurt smiled a little. "Thanks dad."

"It's just the truth. Be down in a few minutes, she will be here soon."

"Yeah, okay." Kurt sighed as his dad walked out.

He gave himself one last glance in the mirror before following his dad down the stairs. Even though he only got down a few seconds later, he got greeted by a girl. She had brown, beautiful hair, chocolate orbs and she was pretty short. She was thin and she wore a mini dress and high heels. She really was beautiful.

"Oh, Kurt, meet Rachel Berry." His dad said and made a gesture for them to turn towards eachother.

Kurt swallowed down the lump in his throat and put on his best fake smile.

"Hello, Rachel Berry, I'm Kurt Hummel."

"Nice to meet you, Kurt." She said and flashed him a smile.

"Likewise." They fell into an rather awkward silence since none of them knew what to say. What do you say to a person that you've never met before, but you're about to marry?

"Well, why don't you two go out to dinner. I'm gonna go meet with 's family. See you later, Kurt." Kurt's dad said and then turned to Rachel.

"It was lovely meeting you again." He said, Rachel smiled in return and then he left.

"So, what should we eat?" She asked after another few minutes of awkward silence, turning to face him.

"Uh, how about pizza?" Kurt mumbled under his breath.

"Pizza? You don't look like a guy who would like pizza."

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked in confusion.

"Well," she said and made a gesture at his body. "You are really thin and you have great skin. Pizza doesn't really give you that."

"Well, I-"

"You're one of those who's obsessed with their skin, aren't you?"

"What? No, I'm not." He said and crossed his arms over his chest in defense.

"So you're telling me you don't have any crazy skin care routines?" She asked in disbelief.

"Well I… why does it matter anyway?" He groaned.

"I knew it! But it's alright, so do I. See, we're already soulmates!" She giggled excitely and smiled way too big.

"Yay," He mumbled flatly.

"So, how about a salad?" She offered.

"Sounds great." He sighed and linked their arms together. Because that's what couples do, right? Though Kurt wouldn't consider them a couple, not yet.

They walked down the street together until they reached Breadstix, the perfect first date restaurant that most teenagers in Lima, Ohio went to. Most of them free to date whoever they wanted. But Kurt was from a royal family, which meant he couldn't. It's not like Kurt is gonna be a prince or king someday, it's far back in the family but they need to keep living by the rules that once were created.

Kurt opened the door for Rachel. She smiled in return and then found them a table in the middle of the place. Kurt dragged the chair out for her and then scooted it back in before taking his own seat, like the gentleman he is.

Since they already knew their orders - salad - they called the waitress over immediately, once she had taken their orders she disappeared to tell the chefs. Kurt sighed and took in the room, it was pretty dark but it was nice. The wooden floor, chairs and tables made it feel like he lived in the 1800s. He inhaled the sweet scent of food and closed his eyes, good god how he wanted a pizza right now.

"Are you okay?" He opened his eyes to see a concerned Rachel frown at him from where she was sitting across from him.

"What? Yeah, totally." He said with a strained smile.

"Great. So, I bet you want to know all about me now, right?" She said with a too wide smile.

"If I want to- yeah, of course I do." He interrupted himself and gave her another strained smile. "Tell me all about you."

"Well," She cleared her throat and leaned forward. "I'm a very talented singer. I used to be the star of the showchoir at my old school."

"Wow, really?"

"Yeah, I have won more competitions than I can count." She said with a proud smile.

The conversation continued about her. She literally told him everything about herself, even the little things no one cares about and she wasn't shy with speaking good about herself. She continued all through their dinner and Kurt tried to keep up and say small Ah's, Oh's and Really's at appropriate moments.

When they finished eating Kurt's ears were bleeding and all he wanted to do was go home and clear his head. He was sure Rachel's voice were gonna be stuck like a bad song.

"When we have our next date maybe I can get to know some things about you?" She offered when they stood by his house again.

"Yeah, absolutely." He said, trying not to show that the idea of another date with her made him want to vomit.

"I just have one more question for you." She said and bit her lip.

"And that is?"

"Do you think it's okay to kiss on the first date?"

"Uh, I guess it depends. If you're with someone you really like and it feels right then- mmpphhfff!"

He got interrupted by her grabbing his face with both her hands and crashing their lips together. She tasted like lipstick and she smelled incredibly sweet, like candy. She moved slowly against his lips and he felt her tongue lick his bottom lip, asking for entrence. When he didn't open his mouth she pulled away and looked at him with dark eyes.

"Woah." She said breathlessly and then smiled a little.

"Yeah…" Kurt mumbled, trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

"See you next time, Kurt." She said with a smile and then she turned on her heel and walked away.

Kurt remained there, unable to move. He did not expect that to happen.

After a while he shaked his head in pure confusion and then walked inside, he ran up the stairs to his room, not willing to give his dad any details. He looked himself in the mirror, his face was covered in her lipstick. He tried desperately to wipe it off with his sleeve, but it was stuck like glue.

He felt tears well up in his eyes as he threw himself on his bed. This went worse than he thought it would, he really didn't like Rachel. She was anything but his type and the kiss was awful, he didn't feel anything. No sparks. Nothing.

This was the woman he was gonna spend the rest of his life with, he had no choice, no other options. He felt like throwing up for what felt like the 1000th time tonight.

And he could never tell his dad about this, telling him that Rachel was anything but perfect. He couldn't do that to him, his dad was so sure and so proud of himself.

And worse, he could never let anyone know about his secret. The secret that he kept pushing far back in his mind, but something that was always there.

A tear escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek. His body started thrembling as he sobbed. Why? Why couldn't he just be normal. Just like Finn, his older step brother, or just like Sam, Artie or even Puck. His old friends from school, they weren't like him, they didn't feel what he felt and another thing, they were free to date whoever they wanted.

He couldn't tell Rachel either, never. He could never let her know that he didn't like her, that he could never have feelings for her. He had to fake loving her, fake laughing everyday and fake happiness. He had to fake his entire life. Starting today, starting right now.

"You never told me how the date went yesterday." His dad mentioned the next morning. Kurt looked up from his cereal and frowned.

"It was alright." He mumbled.

"Alright? Well, do you like her?" His dad asked and swallowed down the last piece of his sandwich.

"Yeah, I do." Kurt lied after a long pause. "She seems like a really lovely girl and we've got lots of things in common. She likes to sing, like I do."

"Oh, that sounds interesting. Maybe the two of you could do a duet together sometime? To see how well your voices go together."

"Yeah, sure. Why not."

"I'm happy you like her, bud. Cause I set you up for another date. The wedding is supposed to happen in three months so we want you two to be as close and comfortable with eachother as possible."

Kurt felt like screaming. Three months?!

"A-Already? So soon?" He asked, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

"Yeah, you're twenty-two, Kurt."

"I know how old I am, dad." He snapped.

"Woah, what's with the attitude?"

"Nothing. I just… I'm trying to get used to the idea of marriage, that's all."

"Look son, I know it's difficult now." His dad said and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze as he stood up to leave his plate. "But you'll get used to it soon. How about you go down to the flower shop and buy her some flowers. You're going on a nice picnic later, Rachel suggested it."

"Sounds great."

As his dad had asked him Kurt got ready and went down to the flower shop. He had never been there before, maybe because he hadn't ever had anyone to buy flowers to. It was always his dad who bought the flowers for his mom's grave.

The flower shop was cute, it was small and completely made out of glass. The windows were covered in flowers so you could barely see through them. The place was in a corner, next to a coffee shop called The Lima Bean.

Kurt opened the door and walked inside, a strong smell hit him. It was so sweet yet so fresh, it made him dizzy. It was flowers in every shape and color everywhere. The shop was currently empty besides a young man who stood behind the desk, he was looking down at a magazine, obviously every interested in what he was reading. The man had way too much gel in his dark, curly hair, but somehow it suited him. His body seemed lean and you could see his toned chest through the thin t-shirt he was wearing.

Once he heard the door close behind Kurt the man looked up. He was Kurt's age, he had a strong jaw line and full, pink lips. His eyebrows reminded Kurt of triangels and his eyes were hazel, almost shining golden, even from afar. And oh god, he was handsome.

His face broke into a smile as he nodded at Kurt who waved awkwardly.

"Can I help you with anything?" The man asked.

"What? Yeah! Yeah, I'm looking for some flowers…" Kurt said once he came back to reality.

The man laughed. "Yeah, obviously." He made a gesture around the flower filled shop. "Any special kind?"

"Um, not really. Just some pretty ones." Kurt felt lame, he had no idea what he was doing.

"Alright. Maybe I can help." The man said and walked around the desk, Kurt noticed how well those black jeans fitted his legs and… other things. He struggled to keep his eyes away from there. Once the man got closer to him Kurt noticed that he was a bit shorter than himself, at least a few inches.

"What are they for? Anyone special?" He winked and Kurt blushed.

"Yeah… they are for my girlfriend. I was um, I was planning on proposing today." The words tasted funny on his tongue.

"Oh, how romantic!" The man said and his eyes started sparkle. "Then you should definitely give her some red roses, red is the color of love."

"Yeah, that sounds good." Kurt said and couldn't help but to smile at the man's excitement.

"Alright, how many did you have in mind?" He asked and pointed at the red roses which were next to them. They were really beautiful and smelled absolutely wonderful, even from here.

"I don't know, but I want it to be a pretty big bouquet…" Kurt mumbled and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at the flowers.

"Alright." The man started picking out the best ones to create a rather huge bouquet. Kurt didn't really pay attention to which flowers he chose, he was too busy looking at the man's arms work, how his muscles flexed… It was addicting.

"… enough?" Kurt snapped out of his thoughts and looked up, the man looked at him with a smirk across his face, as if he knew exactly what he had been doing. Kurt swallowed.

"What?"

"I asked if you think this was enough?" The man repeated and tried to hide his grin.

Kurt stared at the bouquet, holy shit, it was big.

"Yeah, that looks… enough." Kurt said and blushed.

"Okay, wonderful." The man walked over to the desk to wrap the flowers. Kurt followed like a lost dog, trying to keep his eyes off the man's ass.

"So… have you been working here a long time?" Kurt asked.

"Nah, just a few months. My uncle owns this place but he's getting old and tired, so I cover for him most of the time." He said without looking up from what he was doing.

"Oh, okay."

"Why are you asking?"

"No reason." Kurt twisted awkwardly. The man held back another grin as he held up the nice bouquet of flowers in the air once it was wrapped.

"There." He said. Kurt accepted the flowers and fumbled with his wallet.

"Thank you, how much-"

"On the house." The man interrupted. Kurt looked up from his hands.

"What? But there are like millions of flowers here, I can't let you-"

"It's fine. You're gonna propose and I'm a hopeless romantic, so I want to give you the flowers for free."

Kurt blushed for some unknown reason and smiled. "Thank you..?"

"Blaine, my name's Blaine." The man said and returned the smile.

"Blaine." Oh, the name suited him perfectly. "Thank you, Blaine."

"No problems." Blaine winked again and Kurt blushed once more before he left the shop.

Once he got home he hung up his coat and walked into the livingroom. His dad looked up from the TV and his eyes widen at the huge bouquet Kurt held in his hand.

"Woah son, you're really crazy about her?" He stated, but it sounded more like a question.

"Yeah." Kurt felt much better after the conversation with Blaine, he felt light hearted and just… better. Maybe the picnic wasn't gonna be too bad.

"So, you're planning on proposing today, then?"

"Yes, yeah… something like that."

"Alright." His dad smiled. "I'm so proud of you, kiddo. You've grown up to such a handsome young man and you're gonna be a wonderful husband and a dad, when the day comes."

"Thanks, dad." Kurt smiled and have him a hug. "What time is the picnic?"

"Rachel said she wanted to have it around lunch, so I suppose in an hour." His dad looked down at his watch.

"Then I better go get a shower." Kurt mumbled and walked up the stairs.

TBC

A/N: Let me know what you thought about this first chapter! :D Review, review, review!