While Blaine was having his meltdown, Kurt and Mike were making the shortwalk from the Dalton Greens to Mike's car. The teens' hands, still resting on Kurt's waist, never untwined as they walked, moving together in a way that suggested they'd been together for awhile instead of just going on their first date. Once at the car Mike proved to be a gentleman by opening Kurt's door for him, something that made the countertenor blush lightly.
The ten minute drive was marked with surprisingly comfortable silence, broken only with directions from Kurt. Pulling up to the restaurant, Kurt got out of the car on his own though Mike did meet him half way around the car so as to be able to hold hands as they entered Michelangelo's.
Kurt watched nervously as Mike looked around and then beamed when Mike told him, "Great choice."
To hide his nervousness Kurt playfully preened. "Of course it is; I chose it."
Mike nudged him gently while making a face and Kurt giggled, losing his pretend air of superiority. He was glad that Mike liked the place and vowed to buy Wes an extra treat the next time the whole group went out for suggesting it. Wes had been right. It had just the right touch of masculinity for them yet a touch of romance that was needed for a first date.
They were shown to their reserved table where they quickly choose drinks and food - Alfredo with a salad for Kurt and chicken parmesan with a salad for Mike. Conversation during dinner flowed easily as they once again touched on every subject they wanted. From where their talents came from - "My parents met at a dance class" Mike said, remembering the story his mom used to tell him. "They danced semi-professionally when they were younger and then my grandfather told my dad what his profession would be and that was it." To their favorite childhood memory - "My mom had a beautiful voice," Kurt's voice was soft and steady as he spoke of the woman taken too early from him. "She would sing and dance around the house."
There was no dessert as Mike mentioned a yogurt shop they'd passed on their way to the restaurant and Kurt was quick to agree. When the check came, Kurt tried to pay and when that didn't work, tried to offer at least some money to help cover the bill.
"I asked you out Kurt it's only fair I pay," Mike responded simply as he took out some cash. He continued, "Next time, you can get dinner."
"I'll hold you to that," Kurt said, biting his lip in joy at the thought of 'next time'.
The check taken care of, the two boys stood and Kurt led the way back to the car where Mike once again held the door open for him. Kurt mused to himself that he could get used to being treated like a prince as he got in and buckled up.
The ride to their next destination was quick as Mike didn't need directions since he had looked them up with his phone before taking off from the restaurant parking lot.
"Bowling?" Kurt asked, eyeing the building dubiously.
"You like Wii bowling," Mike responded. "Same difference."
"Uh-huh," Kurt replied, now eyeing the other teen dubiously. He allowed himself to be led in by the hand, pleased that Mike didn't shy away from such gestures in public.
It didn't take the duo long before they had shoes and were directed to a lane. Both had been into one of the Lima bowling alleys before and while the one in Westerville was smaller it was infinitely better.
"Could you imagine something like this in Lima?" Mike asked, awed by the sheer 'newness' of everything.
"It's only been open for a few years," Kurt replied looking at the neon lights that were whirling overhead, "Besides Lima's is bigger."
"True," Mike smiled. He looked around for a final time and rubbed his hands together, "You put your shoes on, I'll get us a couple bowling balls."
Kurt looked at the shoes in his hand warily, "You want me to put these on?"
"What's wrong with them?" Mike asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.
Kurt gave him a look, "Do you want me to start with the fact that other people have worn them or the fact that they clash with my outfit?"
Mike chuckled and gave Kurt's hand a squeeze, "For me?"
"I can't believe you went there." Kurt protested even as he sat to put the shoes on.
Mike simply gave him an adoring look as he rushed to get the bowling balls. He quickly found one for himself but brought back a couple for Kurt to try since he wasn't sure what weight Kurt would like.
Once ready Kurt motioned for Mike to go first, "Go on, show me how it's done."
Mike smiled and lined up, knocking down five pins on his first try and getting a gutter ball on his second.
Seeing Kurt giggling Mike raised an eyebrow, "Let's see how you do then."
Kurt got up and lined up as he'd seen Mike do. He looked over his shoulder, "Like this?"
It was Mike's turn to blush lightly as he got up to help his date. Neither teen said much as Mike instructed him on how to hold and throw the bowling ball. And when Kurt managed a spare Mike simply gave him a big enough hug to lift him off his feet.
In fact it wasn't until they were half way through the game and Kurt was pretty much killing Mike in points that Mike turned to Kurt and simply stared.
"What?" Kurt asked, a sly grin on his face.
"You played me." Mike accused. "You played me!"
Kurt burst into laughter, sauntered up to bowl and turned around to face to his date, "You could at least tell me next time so I can bring my own shoes."
After their first game was finished Mike suggested a bet with the winner getting a kiss and loser buying dessert; Kurt readily agreed, hoping his face wasn't as red as Mike's jacket.
Half an hour later Mike gave the slightly younger teen a tender kiss and wrapped an arm around his waist and they walked to the car.
"What kind of yogurt would you like?" Mike asked, opening Kurt's door for him.
"Strawberry," Kurt answered with a grin, "with a twist of banana."
"Always go with chocolate," Mike disagreed with a shake of his head. "There's so much for me to teach you."
"Hm, like bowling," Kurt teased.
Mike poked him in the side in retaliation. It wasn't widely known that Kurt was ticklish but Mike had always been observant and Kurt's teasing smirk fell as he burst in laughter and brought his arm up to protect his side.
Like their walk and supper, dessert was spent with them talking - Mike admitted his favorite color was blue while Kurt admitted he had a weakness for Auntie Anne's pizza pretzels.
The two continued to talk, oblivious to the fact that the shop was getting ready to close until a worker came up to tell them. Both blushed lightly as they said their apologizes and left.
Again, Mike opened Kurt's door before getting in and driving him back to Dalton.
Kurt wanted to protest being walked to the doors of Dalton Academy but couldn't find it in himself to do so. He liked that Mike treated him so tenderly yet never forgot he was, in fact, a boy.
Besides, it gave them a few more minutes together and neither could protest that.
"I had fun," Mike said, his arm once again around Kurt's waist.
"So did I," Kurt agreed entwining their hands. "Thanks for taking me out."
Mike didn't reply to the thanks, choosing instead to pull the other teen into a kiss, pulling back and smiling. "I'll call you?"
"Yes," Kurt agreed. "I want to make sure you get home ok. And we can make plans for next time."
"Night," Mike kissed him on the cheek and pulled away, knowing he had to get home and Kurt needed to get inside for curfew.
"Night," Kurt called out, stepping into the Dalton dormitory. He watched Mike make his way back to his car, losing sight of him before he reached it, before he shut the door and made his way to the dorm room where he was staying.
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Kurt was surprised, yet grateful to find the dorm room empty when he got there. He knew Wes had a big exam coming up and had wanted to study. He was also glad to note that Blaine wasn't there; he wasn't ready for the Spanish inquisition he was sure to come.
For the moment he was simply glad to have the alone time to enjoy the date he'd been on - not that he didn't want to talk to his friends.
As he grabbed his night clothes from the small dresser Wes had made sure the staff had put in the room for him, he made a mental note to get with Blaine in the morning for a coffee run and to make sure he was ok.
As Kurt lost himself in the rhythm of his moisturizing routine he thought back to his date with Mike. He never would have expected that a simple walk that morning would have ended in a date. Then again he never would have guessed that Mike was anything but straight. He was glad he'd learned differently.
Finishing up with his moisturizing Kurt started to get his outfit for the next day ready when his phone rang, flashing Mike's number. He smiled broadly to himself and answered it.
"Do not tell me you're talking and driving," Kurt teased, laying down in bed.
"Hands free headset, thank you" Mike answered, a hint of laughter in his voice.
"I guess that's ok then," Kurt replied. "So how's the drive going? You almost home?"
"It's not a bad drive, though I can't believe you do this every day." Mike said. "There's not a whole lot to look at."
"Nothing but farmland." Kurt laughed. "Though every so often there's this really fat dog that's wobbling on the street."
"I won't ask." Mike took a small breath. "Did you have a good time tonight?"
"It was a great time." Kurt responded honestly. "Thank you. Did you?"
"Of course," Mike responded.
The two continued to talk and Kurt didn't even realize that Wes had entered the room, only to quickly leave, when he'd heard Kurt's infectious giggle.
They talked long after Mike had gotten home, despite Mike's promise to Tina to call her as soon as he'd gotten back.
They talked until both had fallen asleep on the phone, plans to go out the following weekend set.
THE END
