The crisp Ohio summer air brushed against Blaine's cheek. For middle of June it was slightly chilly, he even had to wear a sweater on his date with Mandy. Mandy Prescott, to be exact, James Prescott's beautiful daughter, the newest girl his mom and dad set him up on a date with. Blaine was getting tired of blind dates with girls he had no interest in. He was certain that his date with Mandy was going be just the same as his date with Sarah, Hannah, Lucy or any of the other girls. They'd run out of things to talk about before their greasy burgers and fries were served by the same waitress, who winked at Blaine every time. There was something about the girls his parents set him up with that made him roll his eyes and his skin crawl. All of them came from well off families and all of them had the IQ of a block of wood.
Okay, so maybe Blaine was being a little hard on them. It wasn't their fault that for some strange reason he didn't find them as attractive as he knew he should have. Whenever he would kiss them on the lips after a date or even when he made out with Rachel Berry behind the malt shop, he never felt any of the things that his friends had said they felt. No butterflies, no lightheadedness, not even urges to keep kissing them. Blaine started to think that there was something wrong with him, but he could never tell his parents how he felt. He couldn't tell anyone for that matter. It was probably nothing, and certainly he couldn't be the only one.
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson wanted their son to go to some college and become a doctor or a lawyer after he graduated high school, despite Blaine's constant protests. It was inevitable that he was going to end up the man his parents wanted him to be, a husband with several kids and working a steady job. Most of his friends would kill to have that life, but for Blaine it sounded like prison and hell rolled in one. Blaine dreamed of leaving Lima for bigger things and better places. New York City beckoned him with its endless possibilities and other dreamers like him. There, Blaine could pursue a career in music and live however he wanted to. He could be free. This was only a dream though. His dad would literally kill him for just thinking about that.
Stepping out of his dad's Ford Sedan Coupe, Blaine walked up to Mandy's door and knocked. He looked at his watch and cussed at himself for being late. Mandy opened the door with a smile, obviously not disappointed at him for being fifteen minutes late for their date. She called a goodbye to someone inside and stepped out the door. She walked with him to his car and he went around opening the passenger door for.
"Thanks, Blaine," she replied as she sat inside. Blaine climbed into the driver's seat and started the car up. He flashed her one of his perfected fake smiles that even he started to believe was real, as they drove off to his favorite malt shop, Benjamin's. The car ride was silent except for the sound of the radio in the background, which was playing some sort of news bulletin that he didn't pay any attention to. Blaine didn't want to use up all his small talk before their date even started.
Benjamin's was pretty packed like it usually was on Friday night. It was the only place that you could go for a burger and good music without leaving the town. Blaine grabbed a booth towards the back where they could sit and talk awkwardly and sip their chocolate shakes for awhile. Mandy sat across from him and smiled at him again, but Blaine just looked down at his menu. He wondered how long the date would last before he was home and alone in his room playing his guitar.
It wasn't long before their waiter came around to take their order. He wasn't expecting a man to serve them; usually the same girl came and took his order every night he had a date. Blaine saw him out of the corner of his eye and something about him made him look up in a hurry. There standing in front of them was a handsome, skinny man with the most radiant eyes and a smile that seemed like the most genuine that he had ever seen. Blaine swallowed hard before he attempted to speak, but before he could say anything the boy looked over at him and spoke, "Hi there! I'm Kurt, I'm new here and I'll be your waiter today." There was something beautiful about his voice that Blaine had never heard before. A part within him just wanted to sit there all day and just listen to him talk to him about anything. He watched as he brushed a loose strand of hair from his forehead, his hair looked so soft and Blaine had the sudden urge to want to touch it for some reason.
"I'm Blaine Anderson and uh this is… Mandy Prescott," he motioned to his date that for a moment he forgot was here. She gave him a strange look that he didn't recognize when he introduced her. Kurt gave her a slight wave, before reaching for a notepad in his apron and asked what they would like. As Blaine always did, he ordered them two milkshakes, two burgers and two orders of fries. Kurt gave them one last smile before walking away to give the cook their orders.
As he walked away, Blaine's eyes couldn't help but glance over at how the pants Kurt was wearing hugged his ass tightly, which was perfectly round ass he might add. Blaine's cheeks flushed and he tried to shake the thought from his head. He had no idea why he was thinking about a man's ass, but it wasn't the first time. There was the lifeguard at the pool last summer, but Blaine had just thought it was hallucinations brought on by the heat. Of course there were few guys at school that he thought were cute, but that was nothing… wasn't it? Mandy was still looking at him strangely and just raised an eyebrow at her. She sighed and shook her head, "You realize that guy is a total fruit, right?" Blaine just stared at her as if she was speaking another language. "I mean that he likes guys. I heard that if you're not careful, he'll grab your butt. You better watch out." Blaine laughed at her statement until he realized she was serious. He had never met someone that was… well gay.