A/N: Blaine and Kurt's first date, bit longer chapter this time hope you guys enjoy! (Yeah it's not any longer sorry haha- ha-ha ha..)

Chapter 1

"Now, I've asked Derek to pick you up here at 8 okay? Remember this is a privilege because you've been good this week so don't take advantage of it ok Blaine?" The response Julie got was a grunt and sniff.

"Eight, Blaine. Don't break too many hearts," She muttered but the small boy was already out of the car and making his way toward the bowling alley a slight limp in his walk.

The curly haired boy stood at the entrance of the bowling alley his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket as he pulled it tight across his chest, the cold winter nights taking their toll.

Finally Blaine saw Kurt arrive and hop out of his car – a rather expensive looking car might he add. "Hey," the familiar high pitched voice called out from a few metres away.

Blaine smiled widely and greeted Kurt with a tight hug, "you look amazing," the shorter boy almost growled at Kurt causing a blush to appear across the boy's cheeks, contrasting heavily with his bright blue eyes.

"I thought you said you were good!" Kurt exclaimed with a giggle as Blaine's ball rolled into the gutter for the 4th time in a row.

"I usually am," Blaine insisted, taking a sit next to Kurt – who was sipping at his coke - and wrapping an arm around his waist before taking his drink from him when the taller boy went to take his turn.

"I must say I'm enjoying watching you bend over in those jeans," Blaine called out at Kurt over the music, knowing and loving that there would be a blush rising high on the taller boy's cheeks and he put it there.

"You need to stop making me blush, Jesus Christ it's already hot in here," Kurt complained whilst taking off his jacket and throwing it at Blaine who caught it with a laugh and subtly enjoyed the smell of the boy's cologne.

"Do you want anything?" Kurt asked as he saw Blaine staring longingly at his fries. They'd finished the game – Kurt had won – and the two boys were currently sat in McDonald's.

"No no I'm fine, do you have the time?" Blaine asked with a smile, lifting his eyes to watch Kurt.

"It is," Kurt began as he wiped his hands and reached for his phone, "1940." He finished and returned to eating, "Oh do you need a lift home?" Kurt asked with his mouth full.

"No," Blaine replied rather hastily, "I'm getting picked up at 8."

Kurt nodded in response and continued to eat, Blaine of course stole a few fries.

"So where was your bowling game at today Mr Anderson?" Kurt asked, after giving his left over chips to Blaine insisting that he didn't want anymore.

"Urghk - shut up," The curly haired boy said with a small grin, "just got a bad knee is all."

"I gathered from the limp." Kurt said with a shake of his head, "get into a fight?" He asked trying to sound casual.

"Nah, just hurt it, what about you, Mr. Pro?" Blaine replied as he stared pointedly at Kurt having scoffed down the fries in a heartbeat.

"I wasn't that good," Kurt said with a small laugh, "you were just bad," he quipped with a wink that caused Blaine to lift his fist up in a menacing manner but his face gave away that it was a joke.

"It's ten-to now what me to – uh walk you to your lift?" Kurt asked with a small smile after quickly checking his phone.

"It's fine." Blaine said shortly standing up and wiping his hands on his jeans which made Kurt give him a look of distaste.

"Really it's okay, I want to." Kurt said as he took Blaine's hand.

"But I don't want you to," the curly haired boy muttered with a frown taking his hand back from Kurt which caused latter boy to take a step back with a hurt look on his face.

The two boys stood in silence for a second, Kurt half expecting Blaine to start apologising like what always happened in movies and books but the other boy said nothing as he stared back at Kurt with a blank look.

"See you then," Kurt mumbled and started to make his way to his car.

Sitting in his car with red rimmed eyes and balled up tissues in his hand Kurt watched Blaine from across the car park as he entered a car with a middle aged man behind the wheel, he had a thick beard and looked very well built. The man began to shout at Blaine when he entered the car but seemed to soften up after a minute.

"I was only like 20 minutes late!" Blaine shouted.

"That's not the point Blaine, the point is-"

"I'm sorry, ok" Blaine's whispered his voice cracking as he dropped his head.

"Did something happen tonight?" Derek asked.

"I'm an idiot that's what happened, just fucking drive." Blaine growled, punching the dashboard an staring at the window.

"Blaine you can't just push everyone away for fuck's sake." Derek muttered, the younger boy tried not to look shocked but he'd never heard the elder of them swear before.

"I like this boy but I don't know how to show it, I just don't want him to know – you know..." Blaine trailed off gesturing between the two of them and Derek shook his head slightly.

"Just don't hurt him, please God just don't hurt him." Is all the older man said.

A/N: Yes, I named him Derek, yes you should be picturing Tyler Hoechlin, no I will not tell you his relation to Blaine

Hope you enjoyed!