Kurt could only grin in amusement when he opened his apartment door. Sebastian was posed, leaning against the doorframe, the very picture of studied nonchalance. His hair was slicked back, making his eyes look bigger, and he was dressed in loose white dress pants and a white cable knit sweater with navy trim along the V-neck.

Sebastian's green eyes swept down Kurt's clothing and he nodded in approval that Kurt was similarly dressed in all white clothing. "Come along, old boy. Chop, chop." He drawled, straightening up, his voice in posh tones.

Kurt could only smirk as he grabbed his coat and followed Sebastian out to the street. "Where are we heading?"

"You'll see soon enough, my good man. Mighty fine day for a stroll, wouldn't you say?" Sebastian's eyes had a teasing glint as he kept up the act.

Kurt hadn't really known what to expect from dating Sebastian this month. Sebastian had texted, suggesting they alternate making the date plans and offered to do the first one. His only request to Kurt was that he dress in all white. So here he was, in skinny white jeans, a white dress shirt, and for a dash of colour, he had pulled on a red trench coat and a multi-colored flowing scarf. When they got to their destination, he could easily remove the non-white items if necessary.

Walking through the park, Sebastian confidently led them to a flat grassy field with other people wearing white clothing mostly.

"Any guesses yet?" Sebastian glanced over to Kurt, his smirk firmly in place.

Kurt shook his head, hoping it wasn't anything too embarrassing or taking athletic skill. He was OK at dancing and theatre fencing, but he doubted they were here to do either of those things.

"We shall be playing croquet, old chum." Sebastian's posh voice was back, and he looked a bit smug.

Sure enough, an instructor was heading toward them, pulling a cart of equipment and within a few minutes they were whacking striped wooden balls through the metal hoops that decorated the lawn.

Sebastian was naturally good at it, and kept making Kurt crack up whenever he yelled out his old style exclamations, like "Huzzah!", when he succeeded in getting his ball to go through a metal hoop.

Sebastian's ball rolled to rest against Kurt's, and Kurt gave him a playful glare. "You did that on purpose!"

"Blimey, how could you think such a thing of me, old chum? Let me show you how to get out of this pickle." Sebastian walked across the grassy field, resting his hands on his long wooden mallet as he waited for Kurt to join him.

Kurt had shed his red coat and scarf when they had started playing, and walked towards Sebastian in only his slim fitting white shirt, tucked into his white skinny jeans. He could feel Sebastian's gaze on his body, and knew that look well. He deliberately let his hips sway a little more than normal with each step, smiling to himself when Sebastian licked his lips.

Kurt looked down. Sebastian's blue striped ball was nestled right against Kurt's with its bold pink stripe. "Hmmm... Your ball is right against mine, Sebastian. It seems a rather... intimate...thing to do in the middle of a croquet game." The situation was too ripe with metaphor to resist.

Sebastian smirked down at Kurt, and then stepped behind him. "Rest your foot on your ball."

Shifting to center himself on one foot, Kurt put his other foot on his ball. His breath caught when Sebastian stepped closer, his whole body flush against Kurt's.

Sebastian's hands covered Kurt's on the handle of the mallet. "Ok, now you are going to give your ball a good solid whack with your mallet. Make sure your foot is firm on your ball."

His hands guided Kurt's in the swing, and the mallet struck the side of Kurt's ball with a satisfying thump. Sebastian's ball went shooting away.

As they watched the ball rolling away, Kurt felt very conscious of Sebastian still standing behind him, his long strong arms around his body, his warm hands covering his own. It would be so easy to drop the mallet, and turn, grabbing Sebastian's face to kiss him. He could easily imagine Sebastian's hands reaching down to cup his ass, like he had the last time Kurt had worn these particular jeans.

But Sebastian stepped back, his touch leaving Kurt entirely. The mallet slipped from Kurt's grasp, falling to the soft grass. Stepping forward, Kurt bent over and grabbed the handle, before slowly straightening back up.

Sebastian may have asked for a month of no sex, but when Kurt sent a teasing glance over at his shoulder, Sebastian's return look was smoldering. Suddenly, this game of croquet was a lot more fun.

Kurt took lots of time with each of his shots, looking at them from all angles, often needing to bend over to really visualize them. He posed with the mallet between shots, using it like a cane.

By the time the game ended and Kurt was thanking the instructor, Sebastian had dropped the chipper old timey sayings and was dragging Kurt away from the park. His jaw was tight and he was walking fast, so Kurt almost had to scamper to keep up with his long strides.

After a couple blocks, Sebastian stopped abruptly, and turned to Kurt. The heat in his eyes had cooled, and he was looking more himself. "Kurt, that wasn't really fair back there. What you did."

Kurt's eyes opened wider in surprise at the comment. "What did I do?"

Sebastian sighed, running his hand through his hair, leaving it looking more natural. "You were teasing me, deliberately."

"And you weren't? Stepping up and pressing yourself against me like that?" Kurt was surprised he'd resisted grinding back against him. One of these days, they should go dancing. It would be so hot to grind against each other, in that position.

"Kurt!" Sebastian's voice broke him out of his sexy daydream. "Whatever you are thinking about, don't tell me." He grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him along as they walked down the street at a more normal pace. "Seeing the way your eyes were heating up just now, seeing you flaunt yourself in those fucking sexy jeans... Shit, Kurt. Stop, please. Have pity on me. I'm trying to behave and not haul you to the nearest place we can be alone and naked."

Kurt squeezed Sebastian's hand. "Ok, but you have to tone it down too. Showing me how to do that shot was a move straight out of every rom-com that involved golfing."

Sebastian smirked. "Maybe, but it still worked anyways. I could have backed you against a tree and had your legs wrapped around my waist in no time."

Groaning, Kurt pulled his hand away from Sebastian's. "I think the last month has proven that we are incredibly sexually compatible. We are both going to have to avoid our triggers if you want to give this month a real chance."

Sighing, Sebastian took Kurt's hand back. It was something new Sebastian was doing, and Kurt loved it. Funny how something as simple as holding hands in public seemed so ... couple-ly. It wasn't something you did with a hook-up. It was with someone you wanted to announce to the world at large that you were together.

"Negotiation time. You don't wear those jeans for the rest of the month." Sebastian glanced over at Kurt.

Kurt nodded. "OK, no touching in public besides holding hands."

Pulling out his phone, Sebastian checked something, and then tugged Kurt down another street. Kurt had thought they were just rambling, but it seemed he had a destination in mind. "No teasing me with mouth stuff. You know, slow licking of ice cream cones, stuff like that."

Kurt's eyes fell to Sebastian's full lips. He really wanted to kiss him right now. "Same here. And watch the innuendos."

Nodding, Sebastian smiled. "This will be hard to stick to, but I think we can do it. Here we are." He waved to a restaurant they had stopped in front of. The sign said "Hamilton's Soda Fountain and Luncheonette." The building was historic and the diner seemed from another time.

Kurt was chuckling as they entered and seated themselves at a table. Sebastian passed him a menu from where they were tucked behind the condiments. Flipping through it, Kurt was amazed that there were only a couple pages of food choices and the rest were all types of fancy non-alcoholic drinks.

"What's the difference between a Cattawaba Flip and a Boston Cooler?" Kurt glanced over at Sebastian, who had a bemused expression on his face as he flipped through the pages.

"I have no idea. But I think we should order at least three drinks each to try a bunch of them. I'm going to get a Crown Prince fizz, a Central Park phosphate, and a Peanut Butter & Jelly malt." He closed his menu and waved to the server.

Kurt shrugged and followed his lead, ordering three of the more unusual drinks. After ordering the drinks, Sebastian added orders of Tuna Melt and Fried Bologna sandwiches.

At Kurt's shocked expression, Sebastian just shrugged. "What other restaurant in Greenwich Village has those on their menu?"

It wasn't that busy in the restaurant, and their order came fast. The server had thoughtfully put stickers on the base of the stemmed soda glasses, so they could tell the Ruby Smash Lactart from the NY Egg Cream. She also had put two bendy straws in every glass.

Sebastian touched her arm lightly. "Would you take a picture of my boyfriend and me?"

Boyfriend? Sebastian had never called Kurt that before.

She nodded, and took the cell phone from him. Sebastian moved the glasses and leaned forward to sip on the malt. Kurt just gave him a smirk before leaning forward to sip from the other straw, gazing at Sebastian's laughing green eyes from across the glass. Sebastian reached over to hold Kurt's hand on the table. It was a bit hokey, but Kurt had already admitted to liking Sebastian's sappy side.

Everything was surprisingly tasty. Some drinks were more thick and creamy, others light and bubbly. The sandwiches somehow disappeared too.

The other surprising thing was how easy it was to talk, just talk.

"So, you were really right in there, rotating tires and changing oil?" Sebastian couldn't quite picture Kurt, with his smooth manicured hands, bent over to peer into the depths of a grimy engine. OK, he could picture him bent over in greasy coveralls. In fact, that image might play a starring role in his fantasies later tonight.

Kurt shrugged. "We couldn't afford babysitters, so I just hung around the shop when I wasn't in school. I'd work on homework in the office. Then I'd put on some coveralls and learn whatever they were doing. I got along well with the guys there."

Sebastian just shook his head, still not quite able to imagine it. "Do you still do that kind of stuff?"

"Not really. I don't have a car here or anything. Sometimes, I help out in the shop when I'm visiting." Kurt found it amusing that Sebastian was so curious about this. He knew it clashed against the high maintenance, fashionista image some people had of him.

Sebastian's hand squeezed Kurt's. "Next time, take pictures, or better yet, video, and send them to me."

Kurt just chuckled. "And how about you, Sebastian? Your dad is a lawyer and you want to be one. Did you hang around his office and learn from him?"

Taking a last sip of the egg cream, Sebastian shook his head. "Not really. I worked in his office, but not with him. Just with the various paralegals and junior lawyers. And my sister."

"Your older sister worked there too? Tell me about that." Kurt had been curious to learn more about her, ever since the study, but hadn't had an opportunity until now.

Sebastian's eyes warmed. "Bianca is six years older than me, and smart as a whip. She's in law also. Back then, I was only thirteen, fourteen, still felt awkward and was just figuring out I was gay. She was twenty and seemed to have her shit so together. Half the guys in the office were into her, and I'd watch how she flirted but kept them at a distance. And she always had time to answer my questions, help me with my work."

Kurt nodded. "Do you have any pictures of her on your phone?" Sebastian wasn't on Facebook, Kurt had checked back when they were only texting occasionally.

Scooting closer, Sebastian scrolled through his pictures and Kurt was surprised how many were of him. Studying in his apartment, cooking in the kitchen, selfies they had taken together. His own phone was just as bad. More than anything, he wanted to cuddle against Sebastian's side right now, and share a few kisses.

"Ah, here's a good one." Sebastian turned the phone towards Kurt. He was in the center of the picture, wearing a knitted cap and an unzipped ski jacket, looking relaxed and happy. He was smiling over at a woman pressed against his side, and she was smiling into the camera. She was similarly dressed, her long copper colored hair framing her pretty face.

Kurt nudged Sebastian with his shoulder. "And I thought you were the good-looking one in the family."

Scrolling a few pictures more, Sebastian stopped again. "And this is my little sister, Kate." He showed the picture of a teenaged brunette, with a challenging tilt to her chin. "She's a junior in high school. Poor thing is home alone with my parents."

"Are your parents fans of Shakespeare? Kate and Bianca? You are lucky they didn't name you Petruchio." Kurt had watched the classic Taming of the Shrew many, many times. He loved the snarky banter between Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor.

"Well, I'm named after a character from Twelfth Night." Sebastian shrugged.

Kurt looked into his green eyes, liking hearing Sebastian talking about his family so openly. "I thought you were named after a singing lobster."

Getting up from the table, Sebastian just gave Kurt a look before grabbing the check and heading over to the till.

As they walked back to Kurt's place in the mild fall night, Sebastian swung their joined hands and hummed 'Under the Sea'.

Best. Date. Ever.


"No, we mustn't!" Sebastian pushed against Kurt's chest as he tried leaning in for a goodnight kiss.

Cracking up really spoiled the mood. "Mustn't? Who are you, Laura Ingalls Wilder?" Kurt asked, leaning his head against Sebastian's shoulder.

Sebastian moved back, stepping away from Kurt. "Goodnight, Kurt. Thanks for coming out with me today." He was smiling broadly, and looked damn adorable. Kissable. If only he'd allow Kurt a little closer to deliver a kiss or two.

"Are you telling me I can't even kiss you goodnight in the hallway of my apartment building?" Kurt reached forward to take Sebastian's hand, and tugged him a little closer. "Have pity on me, please, Bas. One little kiss."

It was times like this that dating a taller man was to Kurt's advantage. He made his blue-grey eyes as big and beseeching as possible as he looked up into Sebastian's green laughing eyes. Licking his lips slowly, he tried not to smirk as he saw Sebastian's gaze following the motion.

After almost a month together, he knew when Sebastian was tempted, when his brain switched from snarky responses to ways to make Kurt moan, beg, and squirm in pleasure. He loved seeing Sebastian's eyes darkening with arousal, and knew his own eyes were heating up in response.

It didn't take much around Sebastian. Even just standing this close, Kurt had to hold back from nuzzling against his chest, loving the feel of being in his arms, inhaling his fresh, citrusy cologne and tipping his head up to take his earlobe between his teeth.

"Kurt, stop it." Sebastian's voice was low pitched, with the rough edge that made Kurt want to do anything but stop. Before today, it would take far less than all the triggers they'd had all evening to get them racing back to whoever's apartment was closer.

But Kurt stepped back, dropping his gaze. "I'm sorry. Thanks again for taking me out tonight."

Sebastian had asked for this month, and Kurt was going to be a gentleman and honour it. Honour their relationship. He was going to be nonsensical with lust by the end of the month, but he wouldn't push Sebastian. Just tease him a little.

Again, he had to refrain from smirking when he saw Sebastian take a half step towards him before stopping himself. It might be the only satisfaction he'd get tonight, the knowledge that it was just as hard for Sebastian as it was for Kurt. He could live with that.

Only twenty-nine days left to go.


Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N:

-Croquet in Central Park: The New York Croquet Club has been playing croquet for 48 years, running from May to October. They hold weekly free clinics for people who want to try it out.

-Hamilton's Soda Fountain and Luncheonette is housed in a historic building in Greenwich Village. It pays homage to New York of the 1940's. The beverage menu includes 6 types of Phosphates, 3 Lactarts, 6 Ice Cream Sodas, 3 Puffs, 3 Rickeys, 10 Milkshakes/Malts and the NY Egg Cream.