The next day Kurt took Blaine out for an early dinner at his favorite restaurant down the street from the apartment. They were just eating dessert when Blaine got a text from Rachel.

Hey. I screwed up. Just got out of rehearsal and got talked into going for drinks with the cast uptown. By the time I get back it'll be dark.

Blaine furrowed his brow, not understanding. He texted back.

Sounds fun. What's the issue?

"Who's texting?" Kurt asked.

"Rachel. Says she's getting drinks with the cast."

"Excellent. You oughta tell her to stay out late. I could use some more time to ravage you later…" Kurt teased. That extra glass of wine he'd ordered was lowering his inhibitions pretty fast tonight.

"Shhh…." Blaine hushed, chuckling and looking around the restaurant. His phone dinged again.

I meant to empty out the trash before I left for rehearsal. Kurt doesn't like us doing it after dark remember? Cover for me?

Blaine bit his lip and stole a glance at Kurt. He texted back.

K. Be safe.

Blaine slid his phone back into his pocket. "I guess… we got lucky tonight..."

Kurt rubbed his fingers against Blaine's knee under the table. "Someone's been getting lucky a lot of nights so far."

Blaine blushed hard and squirmed a moment. "Kur-urt," he hissed, admonishing.

"What?"

Blaine couldn't help but smile. It wasn't often Kurt was this forward, especially in a public place. "You're drunk."

"Am not. Much."

Blaine shook his head. "Well I guess you do have a point that we have been making up for lost time. Probably good we're fitting in a romantic dinner here and there or I'd think you were only interested in me for my body."

Kurt nodded fondly in amusement, enjoying his buzz. "Yes. I've been waiting to have date nights in the city with you since the Glee Club came here on my first trip to New York."

Blaine looked around, noting the mix of patrons in the restaurant. "It's just… amazing to be in a place where we can be "out" like this. I mean, completely out. It's different from going on a date to Breadstix and wondering if someone's disapproving in the next booth."

"I was honestly so excited all day to take you here—couldn't wait for my shift at the diner to end."

"Aw," Blaine said, touched. "That's sweet."

"You've been making me breakfast in bed every morning this week, it was time I treated my fiancé." Kurt said, eating the last of his dessert and playing footsie under the table as the waitress dropped off the check.

Blaine fidgeted, enjoying the attention but also thinking about the situation with Rachel. He wasn't sure how Kurt would feel about him doing Rachel's chores after he'd spent so much time putting that spreadsheet together. They had had Chinese food last night and thrown away the last bit they hadn't been hungry for. Kurt, tipsy and distracted, might not even check the trash tonight, he figured, but if it started to smell by morning he'd probably notice.

"Uh…. Hey I have to remember to Skype my mom soon, but…since you're… treating me tonight and all… I was thinking… maybe you should pick something up for us." Blaine ventured shyly.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, curious. "Something?"

"You could maybe take a little trip down to that shop on Grand we passed the other day. And buy something."

"The shop on-? Oh. That shop."

Blaine nodded. "The one you need an ID to get through the door."

"Heh. You've been playing bashful schoolboy half the night here and now you're demanding presents from that place?"

Blaine smiled. "Not demanding. Just. I did notice we were going through our… supplies… pretty quick… and I happened to see in the window there—"

"You're blushing!" Kurt teased, leaning in further.

Blaine shrunk a little, aware of the other patrons in the restaurant. He whispered. "If you… really wanted to… treat me. I'm just saying—"

"Yes?"
Blaine leaned in confidentially. "I've never been in one of those stores before,

but I noticed some massage oils and things in the window I've always sorta been curious about."

"Really?"

Blaine nodded, feeling a little embarrassed and silly.

"Well we should go right now then!"

"N-no." Blaine sputtered. "I m-meant y-you should just go."

"What? What's the fun in that?"

"I c-can't go in there."

Kurt blinked. "You're too shy to go in the store? You've been buying lube for us since high school. Since when are you the one who gets embarrassed about this stuff?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "No. I'm not- I think it's been awhile since either one of us has been that shy about sex," he countered. "And… I'll definitely go with you next time."

Kurt looked at Blaine funny, "You want me to buy something by myself?" he muttered, trying to understand.

Blaine swallowed, unsure. "Yeah. Like something you think we'd like. Together." He looked away. "I—w-want to know you're there and then you s-surprise me with it. After."

Kurt's jaw dropped. "That does sound kinda hot when you put it that way."

"Romantic," Blaine mockingly corrected. Then he broke into an impish grin. "Pick out something special," he winked.

Kurt chuckled. "You're adorable," he commented, getting up and kissing him quickly before taking out his credit card, suddenly rather eager to get going. "Get out of here, say hi to your mom from me."

"Heh. Gonna be difficult not to be distracted talking to her while you're out."

"Good luck with that. I might just have to make you wait a little longer if I end up asking lots of questions."

Blaine grimaced. "You would."

Kurt smiled. "See you in a bit."

Blaine bit his lip watching Kurt talking to the waitress. He guessed Rachel owed him one for covering for her tonight, but it looks like he was likely to get a pretty good deal out of it.