(A/N: So I was writing another Klaine fanfic earlier where Blaine mentioned his and Kurt's first date and it kind of inspired this. So yeah. Klaine. Yay.)
Kurt pulled away from the kiss, smiling. "Wow... So does this make us...?"
"Boyfriends? I say it does." Blaine said, pecking Kurt's lips again.
"What are you doing after this?" Kurt asked, taking a hold of Blaine's hands.
"Nothing much." Blaine said with a shrug.
"Well... They're having a showing of Moulin Rogue tonight, if you wanna go see that." Kurt suggested. He started walking, not letting go of Blaine's hand.
"Sounds good to me." Blaine said.
They got out to the parking lot, to Kurt's car. He opened the door for Blaine before sliding into the driver's seat.
"I'm paying." Blaine said firmly.
"No. I asked you on this date, so I'm paying." Kurt insisted.
"Well I'm Blaine Anderson, so I'm paying." Blaine said.
"Fine, whatever." Kurt said with an eye roll and a small chuckle.
They got to the theater, and Blaine paid for their tickets.
"You know that this means I'm paying for dinner." Kurt said when they sat down in the theater.
"Whatever makes you happy." Blaine slid an arm around Kurt's shoulders.
They stayed silent throughout the movie, the only exception being the Come What May scene.
Kurt leaned over so his mouth was next to Blaine's ear. "This is my dream wedding song." He whispered.
A pleasant chill ran down Blaine's spine, and he moved so his face was near Kurt's. He sang softly, "Come what may, I'll love you 'til my dying day..."
After the movie, Kurt and Blaine headed to Breadstix, both of them smiling and unable to keep their eyes off each other.
"Table for two, please." Kurt said to the host. He led them to a table close to the back.
They ordered their food, and it came quickly.
"Blaine..." Kurt said, with a disgusted look on his face.
"What?" Blaine asked, feeling self-conscious.
"You... You may not want to keep eating..." Kurt handed Blaine a napkin.
Blaine wiped his face, and felt a very thin string in his mouth. The pulled it out and looked at it to see a long hair.
"Oh god..." Blaine jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Kurt followed after him, sighing.
After about a half-hour of Blaine kneeling down in front of a toilet and Kurt sitting outside of the stall waiting, both boys were in the mutual agreement of going home.
"Sorry that went so badly." Blaine said as he stopped in front of Kurt's house.
"No, no. It was perfect, Blaine." Kurt said, speaking honestly.
"I spent half the night puking." Blaine joked.
"So? We got a free meal out of it." Kurt said with a chuckle.
"Well... It's time for me to kiss you good-night." Blaine leaned in close to Kurt. Kurt started to lean in, too, but then pulled back.
"Not tonight, Blainey." Kurt said, patting Blaine's shoulder.
"Why not?"
"You smell like vomit, no offense."
"Oh. Well, how about this? I promise that I'll make this up to you eventually." Blaine said. He got out of the car and walked Kurt to the door.
"So... Blaine... I'm thinking that maybe Moulin Rogue could be our movie, and Come What May can be our song. I know it's all tacky and couple-y but..." Kurt said shyly.
"That sounds amazing!" Blaine gave Kurt a tight hug. "Good night."
"Good night, Blaine."