Kurt was rummaging through his closet franticly. It was already almost five-thirty and he refused to be late for his date. Clothed in boxers only and throwing clothes onto his bed. Eventually, he called upstairs, "Finn!"
Finn came down the half-way down the stairs and stopped. Of course he blushed at Kurt's current…covering, "What?"
"Can you help me?"
"You want me…to help you…pick out an outfit?" This was Kurt he was talking to. The guy put together five outfits before going to school in the morning.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I don't know what to wear."
"Clearly," Finn went the rest of the way down, "Where are you going?"
"On a date." Kurt wasn't looking at his step-brother.
"…Are you getting back together with Blaine?" Finn started looking through the piles on Kurt's bed.
"No, we're just friends."
"Who then?"
"I…can't tell you." Kurt turned around and placed his hands on his hips.
"I'm not sure how much help I'll be then. If I don't know the guy…"
Kurt sighed, "Swear you wont tell anybody!"
"I swear." Kurt looked unbelieving, and held out one hand pinky extended. Finn sighed and linked their pinkies, "I wont tell."
"Karofsky."
"You're what?" Finn stared at him like Kurt had just grown a second head.
"I'm going on a date with Dave Karofsky."
Finn held out a pair of gray skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, gray tie, and a black sweater, "Here. You probably want to gel your hair and add a belt."
"You're a genius; I should really give you more credit sometimes." Kurt hugged his brother tightly.
"Just…if shit happens with Karofsky, tell me and…I'll deal with it." Finn looked honestly concerned.
"I don't need you fighting my battles, Finn."
"What if I want to?"
Kurt sighed and looked at his watch, "Whatever, just get out so I can finish getting ready." Finn looked at him with on obvious 'I'm not leaving until you promise', "Fine, I'll tell you all about it when I get home."
"Okay." Finn left again.
Half an hour later, Kurt was walking into Breadsticks. Five minutes late, by the way. He glanced around, and saw Karofsky sitting in the back corner. AKA, in the shadows. Kurt sighed and walked over there and slid into the booth across from his date, "Sorry, I'm late. I was having a fight with my clothes."
"You look perfect no matter what you wear, Kurt." Karofsky was wearing regular blue jeans, a green cotton t-shirt and black leather jacket.
"You look good yourself." Kurt smiled.
"Thanks." They fell into awkward silence until the waiter come to take their order.
After the guy left with a knowing smile at the two, Karofsky spoke, "So…how'd the other Gleeks react to your song today?"
"They didn't really say anything beyond that it was good. I think they kind of got the idea it was for you, but they didn't ask about it." Kurt knew that that would settle any worries that Karofsky was getting found out about it.
"Good. Um…what did you tell your dad about this?" It was clear that Karofsky was nervous.
'Poor guy,' Kurt thought, 'He's probably wanted this for a while and now thought that he was blowing it.'
"I just told dad that I was going out. Him and Finn were watching some basketball game so I don't know if he even heard me."
"Probably the Buckeyes vs. the Magic from Florida. My dad was watching it too." Karofsky smiled at the topic he could talk about.
"Maybe you can explain Basketball to me. I've been trying to get dad or Finn to but they wont, and I want to be able to have something to talk to them about even if I'm not really into the game."
Karofsky spent the rest of the time until their food came trying to tell Kurt the rules of Basketball but the other wasn't getting it, "Maybe you should just stay away from that sport. You could talk to them about Football. Being on the team must have taught you something about it."
"Like the fact that you run around with ball, trying to get it threw two sticks and when you do, you slap your teammates' butts. This is the American sport and it reeks of homosexual-ness, if you really think about it."
Karofsky got this look on his face like he was really thinking about it before he started to laugh, "You actually have a point there."
"I know about soccer and baseball." Kurt looked proud of himself for knowing that much.
"Why don't you talk to them about that?"
"They don't watch those…"
"Ah," They ate in silence for a few minutes.
"Thanks for trying." Kurt finally said.
"You're welcome."
Silence, again. Kurt was getting tired of it and decided to hurry up eating. Karofsky seemed to have to same idea and soon they were both done with their food.
When Kurt reached for his wallet, Karofsky stopped him, "No, I asked you out; I'm paying."
"Karofsky, you don't have to…"
"I want to." Karofsky put down a credit card and the waiter took it.
"Thanks…" Kurt said weakly.
"I asked you out; it's only right for me to pay."
Kurt smiled and looked down. Soon they were walking out into the parking lot.
"Sorry, this wasn't exactly-" Karofsky was cut off by Kurt gently pulling a finger against his lips.
"Don't worry about it."
Karofsky nodded. He was blushing at the fact the Kurt's finger was still pressed against his lips. But, suddenly, it wasn't there anymore and something else was there instead. Something soft and sweet. Kurt was kissing him.
Quickly, the kiss got deeper and with lots of tongue. Kurt's hands were rubbing along Karofsky's arms. Karofsky started by running his hands over Kurt's chest, then under his shirt.
After they broke apart, Karofsky started to kiss gently at Kurt's neck. Kurt was making soft, happy noises that gave Karofsky the courage to run his hands down toward Kurt's pants.
However, Kurt stopped him, "Sorry, Dave, I don't put out on the first date."
Kurt pulled back and started to walk away.
"Wait…does that mean that there's a potential second date?" Karofsky called after the retreating back.
"Potentially!"
