Blaine stood in front of the mirror and pulled on the edge of his cardigan nervously. He was wearing light grey pants, a white button down shirt, a light blue bowtie and a dark grey cardigan on top. His hair had less gel in it that usual, so a few stray curls were springing up here and there; the way he knew Kurt preferred it. Blaine really hoped Kurt liked his outfit; he also knew how much Kurt cared about fashion.

Blaine sighed and then swore loudly when a pillow flew through the open bathroom door and smacked him on the back of the head.

"STOP SIGHING!" Wes shouted.

Blaine quickly walked out of the bathroom and glared at his friend.

"Yeah Blaine, you're going on a date, not going to a funeral." David said.

"But I'm so nervous." Blaine replied, wringing his hands.

"Why? You've gone to dinner with Kurt before." Wes said.

"Yes, but this is a date." Blaine replied, crossing his arms.

"Look, Blaine, as cheesy as it sounds, just be yourself. Kurt's already convinced you can walk on water or something, he practically worships you." David said.

Blaine just nodded his head, but he didn't look convinced.

"And whatever you do, don't ask if you're gonna get lucky tonight. Girls don't like that, and I don't think Kurt will either. Also, it's 7:01, you should probably get going." Wes said cheerily.

Blaine just glared at Wes again before grabbing his wallet and keys and striding out the door.


Kurt stared at his reflection and check out his outfit for the fifth time that night. He decided to just go for something simple, so he chose black skinny jeans and a cream sweater with thin black stripes across the stomach that hung off his shoulders slightly. He smiled at his perfectly coiffed hair that took almost an hour to style.

I hope Blaine is as nervous as I am.

Kurt checked the clock on his vanity again; it was 7:30. As soon as he looked back at the mirror, the doorbell rang.

Kurt mentally added 'very punctual' to his list of reasons why Blaine Anderson is amazing.

He raced down the stairs and swung the front door open.

"Hey Blaine…" Kurt started to say, but the words died on his lips, and all thoughts were instantly replaced with oh my god he's wearing a bow tie and his hair looks so gorgeous.

Kurt dragged his eyes away from the shorter boy and blushed slightly to realize that Blaine had been looking at him in the same way. Blaine quickly regained control when it was made obvious his staring was no longer going unnoticed. He smiled charmingly at Kurt.

"Hey. You ready to go?"

Kurt nodded and grinned as Blaine took his hand and led them towards his car.


On the way to BreadStix the two boys chatted and sang along to songs together. Blaine blushed when he turned on his iPod and the last song he was listening to was "Teenage Dream."

When they arrived at the restaurant, Blaine opened the car door for Kurt and helped him out. They then walked in and sat down across from each other at their reserved table in the corner.

They talked non-stop while they waited for their food. They discussed things like fashion, current affairs, celebrities, politics and even sport, much to Blaine's surprise. But then again, Kurt could find anything interesting if it was Blaine who was speaking. He even told Blaine about the two weeks he spent as kicker on the football team at McKinley.

Blaine was laughing at the fact that he got the entire football team to dance to "Single Ladies" when Kurt suddenly lent in a bit closer with an intense look in his eyes.

"Don't look now, but… you do know that there is about eight Warblers here spying on us, right?" Kurt said in a hushed tone.

Blaine just groaned and placed his head in his hands.

"Why Wes, why?" he grumbled through his fingers.

"How do you know it was Wes's idea?" Kurt asked.

Blaine just gave Kurt a look that said, "Have you ever met Wes?"

Kurt nodded understandingly, "I see your point."

Blaine ran his hand through his curls in frustration.

"I'm seriously going to kill them."

"No no, don't kill them, that will get you arrested. What we need to do something... a bit subtler than that. Because unlike Wes and the Warblers, we can pull that off."

Blaine looked at Kurt curiously with his head tilted to the side.

"What did you have in mind?"

"I have a plan. But it will involve breaking into Wes's car. Are you okay with that?" Kurt asked, whispering again.

"Perfectly okay. But wait… how do you know how to break into a car?" Blaine asked, frowning.

Kurt shrugged, "Puck taught me a thing or two. But we'll do it as we leave. Until then, we have to act normal. They can't know that we know they're watching us."


"Do you think they've seen us?" Nick asked nervously, glancing at the couple two tables away.

"Definitely not." Wes replied immediately.

Jeff just rolled his eyes.

"Wes, you've been openly staring at them for the last hour."

"Shut it, Jeff! And no I haven't! I'm being sneaky."

"Looking at them though a menu with eye holes cut out is not sneaky."

"That's it, I'm tired of you constantly being disrespectful. I ban you from auditioning for solos for a month!"

"What! Disrespectful? We're not even in a Warbler meeting! That's so unfair!"

"Keep it down!" David hissed frantically.

Jeff shot a desperate look at David and mouthed "Do something!"

"Don't worry, he can't actually ban people from auditioning." David mouthed back.

Wes, who was completely unaware of the silent exchange, was currently speaking into a walkie-talkie.

"Table 1 to table 2, come in table 2. Seen anything interesting?"

"Nah, they've just been talking. But they look so adorable together…" a crackly voice replied. The voice belonged to Alex, a sophomore, who was sitting a few tables away with William, James and Patrick.

"Focus, soldier! This is an important mission! We have to help Blaine; this is no time to get gooey." Wes said sternly.

"Explain to me again how spying on them is helping?" Jeff asked.

"It's very simple. If anything goes wrong, we can leap in and rescue them." Wes replied breezily.

"Are you sure we're not here just because you're incredibly nosey?" Nick asked sweetly.

"Shut up, Nick! No auditions for you either!"

Nick sent a questioning look towards David, who just shook his head.

Suddenly, the two boys two tables away stood up.

"Ooh! They're leaving!" Wes said excitedly.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke frantically into the receiver.

"The love birds are leaving the nest! The love birds are leaving the nest!"

Wes stood up to follow the pair, but Jeff grabbed his blazer and pulled him back into his seat.

"We have to wait at least fifteen minutes before leaving otherwise they might see us. It will be too obvious if we leave at the same time as them." Jeff quickly said when Wes shot him a death glare.

"But-"

"Wes, do as he says. He's right this time." David quickly interrupted.

Wes just folded his arms across his chest and huffed.


Blaine turned off the ignition and jumped out of the car. He quickly walked around and opened Kurt's door.

"Always such a gentleman." Kurt said playfully, climbing out of the car.

Blaine just grinned and grabbed Kurt's hand. The two walked in silence to the front door.

"I had a really great time tonight. Even with Wes and the Warblers' interference. Getting revenge was actually pretty fun."

"I can't wait to find out how they reacted!" Kurt said, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

Silence fell over the pair again as the reached the porch of Kurt's home. Blaine glanced around a bit before he tentatively took a step closer to Kurt and carefully studied his expression. Kurt returned the level gaze, but for a split second, his eyes glanced down at Blaine's lips. As far as signals go, that's a fairly clear one. Blaine leant up and closed the space between their lips.

Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine's neck as he melted into the kiss. The kiss started out chaste and sweet, but when Blaine tugged Kurt closer by his hips, it quickly turned more passionate and intense. They were all tongues and lips and hands for a few minutes, and when they finally came up for air, they just smiled at each other dreamily. They stood in silence for a few minutes before the sound of footsteps inside the house snapped them out of their haze.

"Bye Kurt." Blaine said breathlessly.

"Bye Blaine." Kurt replied, trying to get his heart to return to a normal pace.

Kurt leaned down and kissed Blaine on the cheek before hurrying into his house to hide his red cheeks.

Blaine hummed happily to himself as he climbed into his car and started his drive home. As far as first kisses go, that was pretty incredible.


Blaine was walking towards the dining room for breakfast the next day when he rounded the corner and came face to face with Wes and David.

"YOU!" Wes yelled, extending his arm and pointing towards Blaine's face, "YOU PUT PERFUME IN MY CAR! YOU PUT LADIES PERFUME IN MY CAR. NOW MY CAR SMELLS LIKE A 40 YEAR OLD WOMAN DRIVES TO WORK EACH DAY!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Wesley." Blaine replied, smiling sweetly.

"Don't play dumb! I know you and Kurt did it! There's no way you know how to break into a car! I don't like the young man Kurt is turning you into!"

Blaine just laughed and continued to stroll down the corridor.

Wes turned to David, fuming.

"David, send out a text to all the Warblers. We have to intervene-"

"No."

"But, they put-"

"Perfume in your car. I know. But honestly, that was pretty hilarious and you did kind of deserve it. But you need to leave Kurt and Blaine alone now."

Wes just grumbled and crossed his arms. David sighed heavily.

"Come on, let's go get some pancakes before Nick and Jeff beat us to them."

Wes instantly brightened.

"There is no way I'm losing to those hooligans again!"


A/N So, that ends this little multi chapter fic! I hope you all enjoyed it.

Also, Wes and Jeff don't hate each other. They are just rivals for some reason.

Maybe one day I'll write why.