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"Oh God, what am I going to wear? Why did he have to ask me out? We've never even really talked and he goes to another school and he's Rachel's older brother! What was I thinking. I should call him. Tell him this isn't a good idea. But… he is kind of hot. And he's the only other gay boy that I know! What can happen, right?"

Finn chose that moment to walk in, looking around the room for the person his step-brother was talking to. Not seeing anyone, Finn called out, "Hey Ku-Whoah! What happened in here?"

"What do you need Finn? I'm kinda busy!" Kurt's shout could be heard faintly from the walk in closet.

Finn dodged another shirt that Kurt had thrown and maneuvered closer to the closet, "Uh… Burt wanted to see you before you leave."

A loud sigh echoed throughout the room, "Tell him… Tell him I'll be down in a minute, okay?"

"Uhh, sure. What exactly are you doing?" Finn ducked, narrowly missing a boot to the head. "You're going kind of crazy."

"I have nothing to wear! And I have a date in…" Kurt paused, sticking his head out of the closet and glancing at his wall clock. "Twenty-five minutes! Out, out! Tell my dad I'll be down in a bit."

Finn rushed from the room, stumbling over the pile of clothes. Running up the stairs and into the living room, Finn spotted Burt in his chair, "He said he'll be up in a few."

"Ok, thanks Finn," Burt took a sip of his beer and nodded at the teen.

Kurt came rushing up the stairs a few minutes later, buttoning up his shirt, "Dad? What did you need?"

"Son, I know this is your first date, but I want you to know that if you ever need advice or.."

"Dad! No, no, no, no, no! We are not having this discussion," Kurt covered his ears with his hands and made his way to the front door. "I don't even know why he asked me out dad, but please, do not give me the talk."

Burt sighed, shaking his head, "Ok… just be careful bud."

The doorbell rang, interrupting Kurt's response. "That's him," Kurt rushed to the door, shouting, "I'll be back by eleven! Bye dad!"

"Someone knows how to clean up well," Kurt sucked in a breath, locking eyes with Blaine. The older teen was dressed in his normal attire, but there was something about seeing it outside of school that made Kurt's heart race. "Not exactly appropriate for a motorcycle, but it'll do."

Kurt paused, looking at Blaine, "You didn't say anything about a motorcycle."

"How else would we get to dinner?" Blaine continued walking down the path, waiting for Kurt by his bike. "Well…?"

"Is it safe?" Kurt gave the motorcycle a weary look, biting his lower lip.

"Of course." Blaine handed Kurt his spare helmet and got on the bike, "You ready?"

Kurt nodded, putting on the helmet and taking a deep breath. Getting on behind Blaine, Kurt leaned into Blaine and lightly placed his arms around Blaine's middle. Blaine shook his head, tugging Kurt's arms tighter around him, "Hold on sweetcheeks, it's going to be a fun ride."

Turning the bike on, Blaine sped away from the curb, chuckling when Kurt's arms tightened around him.

Klaine

"Oh my God. I'm walking home. There is no way you're getting me back on that thing!"

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," Blaine took Kurt's helmet out of his hand and placed back on the bike. Placing his hand on the terrified teens back, Blaine led Kurt to the entrance of Breadsticks.

"Yes, it was that bad. Not all of us are addicted to the thrill of danger."

Blaine sighed, knowing that Rachel had probably told Kurt all about his past. It wasn't something he was proud of, but he'd paid his dues and was honestly trying to be a better person.

"Look, I don't know what Rachel has told you, but I really like you Kurt." Blaine paused in the lobby, looking into Kurt's eyes and grabbing his hand, "I don't want to screw this up."

"Blaine…" The hostess chose that moment to interrupt and the two men broke their gaze, looking awkwardly around.

"Two?" The girl was young, probably still in college, and the look she gave Blaine made something curl inside of Kurt's stomach. With a sudden burst of courage, Kurt grasped Blaine's hand and nodded at the hostess. She glared at him, ripping two menus out of their holder and stomping off towards the tables.

Blaine sent Kurt and amused look, "It's ok, I'm not interested in her." Blaine winked and then started walking in the direction the hostess went. Kurt eyes widened in shock and he followed Blaine. "This boy is going to be the death of me."

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