A/N: I'm back with a prompt from Wickelious a.k.a my lover Reem. She asked for speed dating Klaine and my mind came up with this after several failed attempts. Hope you like it!

Chapter Four – Ding!

Kurt decided right in this very moment, right as he sat in a seat across from a man talking about his foot fetish, that he hated his roommate. He hated him more than he hated pleather boots and the smell of burnt popcorn, or when someone told him to 'calm down'. More than he hated people who thought it was a good idea to wear polka dots with stripes. And to be perfectly honest, he'd never forgive him for this.

So he and Sam lived together in a cozy apartment on the lower east side. Sam went to NYU to study film and he went to NYADA for the arts, and they were habituating together happily. Until now.

Sam recommending this 'gay speed dating mixer thing' as he so eloquently put it, to Kurt one evening when they both got in from classes may've seemed like a good idea at the time. He said that it was a good idea for them to both get out and meet people, since they usually were trapped inside studying. So Sam took initiative and went to a speed dating gathering a couple nights prior at the same place. According to him, there were tons of hot chicks and he had a great time; gotten a few numbers. The proceeds went to charity and it was all in the name of fun.

Unfortunately, Kurt didn't have the same luck.

In fact, his experience was the exact opposite. There weren't any of the moments Sam had described with flirty teasing, or intellectual conversation. To be perfectly honest, Kurt was scared out of his freaking mind and the event was only fifteen minutes in, meaning he'd spent time talking to five different guys. On the cards they'd given him to take notes on the people he'd spoken with, Kurt had written the following.

Mark: Unibrow, Hitler mustache = No.

Ted: Refers to himself in third person = No

James: Mentioned his mother seven times in three minutes. Momma's boy = Huge no.

Greg: Strong garlic scent radiating from his lips = Hell to the no.

And now, as this guy who he was with, who introduced himself as 'The Doctor' scooted back in his chair to peek under the table and see Kurt's feet, Kurt took the opportunity to scribble down few notes on him.

The Doctor: Extremely weird foot fetish and potential Riker's Island inmate. = Hell to the NO.

The host sounded the bell after three minutes and Kurt wasted no time jumping to his feet and moving to the next seat. He wasn't sure why he was in a rush though. The new guy he was met with was missing at least three teeth and this was definitely not his night.

How was this possible? Kurt was in New York City for goodness sake. There had to be some attractive gay males that weren't psychopaths in the vicinity. He deserved that much. And maybe toothless Harry was a sweetheart, but there was no way Kurt believed that was the best this shindig had to offer.

That's why after another four failed attempts of mingling with a guy who had a slideshow of sloths on his cell phone (a slideshow he eagerly shared with Kurt), a guy who seemed decent until he answered the phone and promised his wife that he'd be in soon, a guy who awkwardly mumbled at the table for three minutes, and another who didn't seem to want to let Kurt get a word in at all, Kurt thought he could finally breathe when the bell rang and he sat in a seat across from a normal, rather beautiful young man.

"Hello," he practically sang; his smile dazzling and eyes a gorgeous honey color. "My name is Blaine. What's yours?"

Kurt let a charming smile of his own spread across his lips as he replied. "I'm Kurt. It's a pleasure."

Blaine gave a coy smile in response, immediately falling in love with the pitch of Kurt's voice. It was smooth and angelic, just like the boy's creamy skin. And his eyes were a beautiful cyan color that Blaine found himself adoring.

"The same," he answered, nervously placing his hands on the table between them. "So, erm… how are you enjoying the whole speed dating experience?"

Kurt sighed, looking down at the notes in his hands. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Kurt hadn't realized how that sounded until he noticed the blush on Blaine's face, and it took all the strength he had not to engage in a face palm of epic proportions. Luckily, Blaine cut in to spare him any further embarrassment.

"Sure," he said with a grin, exchanging his notes with Kurt. They both glanced over each other's and laughed, Kurt shaking his head at the quirkiness of what Blaine wrote.

Too tall

Owns too many cats

Smells like oatmeal

Too tall

57 years old

"You've seemed to have a better night that I have so far," Kurt said with a smile, shaking his head at the 'too tall' notes and wondering if he'd fit that description.

Blaine began full out laughing, "The Doctor? Are these people for real?"

"I'm afraid so," Kurt smiled with a nod, accepting his cards back and returning Blaine's in exchange. They glanced at one another for a moment before blushing and turning away. Kurt had to smile to himself, because maybe getting out of the house like Sam had recommended, and meeting a handful of creepy individuals was worth it, just to talk to this guy. Blaine seemed nice enough, although it'd only been less than a minute, but at least he wasn't trying to sneak peeks at Kurt's feet.

"So," Blaine cut into the silence with a nervous voice, "we only have a couple minutes. Tell me a little about yourself."

Kurt straightened himself up in the chair. Another bonus point for this guy, because he was even going to let Kurt speak. How about that?

"Well, I'm 21 and moved to New York from Ohio a few years back to go to school. I lived in a little ignorant place called Lima, so getting to the big city with open minded, intelligent people had always been a dream of mine."

"Wow. What are the odds? I'm from Ohio too! Westerville, though, less than an half an hour from Columbus."

"Really?" Kurt smiled. "Lima's about two hours from there. So what brought you to NYC?"

"School as well," Blaine replied, visibly more comfortable. "I always knew I wanted to come here either way."

Kurt nodded being able to understand completely. It was the same thing for him. New York was always apart of his destiny. "Where do you go?"

"Julliard. My major is strings, but I play piano and percussions, in addition to violin."

Blaine smiled proudly at the impressed look on Kurt's face. "That's amazing," the blue-eyed man responded. "I actually go to NYADA for theater and have been enjoying every second of it."

Kurt arched an eyebrow when Blaine's face changed from friendly and intrigued to a sarcastic smirk. Blaine picked his pen up and started scribbling something down on his note card, eliciting a confused look from Kurt.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing," he smiled, "it's just that NYADA is to Julliard what canned tuna is to caviar. I'm sure you could've done better."

Kurt's face changed completely. He looked angry almost, the scowl on his face one that looked as if it could throw daggers. If looks could kill. Blaine just shrugged, not taking back his comment, no matter how intimidated he felt by the look on the other man's face.

"Canned tuna? NYADA is one of the top three performing arts schools in the country! Number one on the east coast! How could you say something like that?"

Blaine scoffed and Kurt just felt himself getting even more riled up.

"I'm just saying, number one or not, it's no Julliard."

Kurt stared at him for a few more seconds before rolling his eyes away and grabbing his own pen.

Blaine: Top class asshole = Never

The bell rang again and Kurt stood up to move to his left, not even chancing a glance back at the curly haired man. Blaine bit his lip as he watched him move and sit next to the guy beside him, a man he heard telling everyone he was in law school. Law school or not, Blaine's douche radar was off the charts.

He'd been looking at Kurt sit down and introduce himself to the potential lawyer for so long, watching how the stress lines he had given him seemed to disappear as Kurt began to smile again and share small talk with him, that he hadn't even noticed he was completely ignoring the guy opposite him.

The blonde cleared his throat a few times, catching Blaine's attention.

"I'm sorry but we're supposed to be on a date," he smiled. Blaine did as well, shaking his head lightly to bring himself back to the real world.

"I-I'm sorry," he laughed. "Erm, Blaine." he extended his hand, "it's a pleasure."

"Ronald," he smiled back, accepting Blaine's hand shake. "I'd figure we'd just blow the last two minutes since it seems you've already found who you were looking for tonight." Ronald motioned with his head to his left, where Blaine glanced to see Kurt and law school guy laughing it up.

"Well, I kind of messed that up." Blaine admitted with a sad smile. "Tell me about yourself."

Kurt ended up enjoying his three minutes with Caleb, the potential lawyer, and even ended up writing 'Possibly' down on his card. They talked about fashion, which Kurt approved of, and how they both had ridiculous brothers who specialized in cleaning out the refrigerators, pantries, and other storage places for food. And when Kurt said he went to NYADA, Caleb complimented him on being talented enough to get into such an elite school.

He seemed like a real winner.

The rest of the evening went in a blur. Kurt ended up dealing with a few more guys that made him concerned about the future of humanity, and no matter where he was, he'd glance up and catch eyes with that asshole Blaine. It was such a shame that he was a jerk because he was gorgeous, but life went on. And when he stepped outside the building and saw Caleb there waiting for him, it made every experience he dealt with that evening a little more tolerable.

They exchanged numbers, promising to go on an actual date where time wasn't a factor, and before Kurt knew it he was happily walking towards his and Sam's cozy apartment.

He told his roommate that Sam was nineteen horrible dates away from being exiled out of their flat in Greenwich Village, but lucky for him, Caleb saved the day. Sam laughed at all the horror stories Kurt told him as they sat on the couch, the Star Wars episode of Family Guy on the television. He told him about the sloth guy and foot fetish guy and seventeen face piercings guy, before saying how disappointed he was when Blaine turned out to be a pompous asshole. But when he said that Caleb showed promise, Sam smiled and said he was happy for him. With the summer beginning, maybe they'd both be able to enjoy themselves; to live a little.

….

Kurt's first date with Caleb a week later went well. They spoke, got to know each other a little better, shared crazy family stories and even better, awkward high school stories. Kurt puking all over Ms. Pillsbury seemed to be a real winner. Dinner was pretty good, and Caleb appeared to be a true gentleman. He was a couple years older than Kurt and had well groomed brown hair that was always perfectly kept, and beautiful brown eyes that shined whenever he spoke about dorky things that Kurt had no interest in. But his passion kept Kurt interested, and they seemed to have so much in common.

Another date to a science museum a few days later had Kurt happy again. They strolled around hand in hand, and at one point Caleb even put his arm around him. Sadly to say though, with each minute that passed, things began to get boring. They started running out of things to talk about, and Kurt could honestly admit he had no interest in law. So when Caleb began to share what he learned in class that semester, Kurt found it hard to participate in conversation, and even understand most of it.

They stopped for a coffee and walked through Central Park afterwards, and Kurt smiled before they parted ways. He told Caleb that he'd call when he got in, and the older man responded that he'd like that. After a few seconds of awkward staring at each other, Kurt realized that Caleb was leaning in for a kiss. He closed his eyes and leant in to meet him half way, because maybe this would change things. Maybe a kiss would give him goose bumps and make him see fireworks and everything he imagined it to be, and they'd be able to get past their awkward stages of not knowing what to say with time. Here it was… they were kissing—Kurt's lips were pressed against Caleb's and… and…

He felt absolutely nothing.

It must've gone both ways because when they pulled away, the man had a blank look on his face.

"Hmm…" Kurt hummed, forcing a smile onto his lips a second later. "Well, I had fun," he half lied.

"Yeah, um, me too," Caleb answered, smiling widely. "So I'll hear from you?"

Kurt nodded softly with a smile. They both took a few steps back, waving before turning off in opposite directions.

Kurt sighed before taking a sip of his nonfat mocha. He walked the path through Central Park on the warm June evening, smiling at a lovely elderly couple seated on the bench. A mother and daughter rollerbladed past him as he strolled, and out of the corner of his eyes he could see a group of pigeons fighting to the death over a cheese doodle. New York had so much going on at once, but he loved every last second.

Maybe focusing ahead of him would have been a brighter idea, because suddenly out of the blue, the sound of barking shook him from his thoughts as a Jack Russell terrier rushed up to him and practically leapt into his hands, knocking his coffee cup onto the ground eliciting the splattering all over the pavement.

Kurt stumbled back a little, steadying himself before taking he could take an embarrassing crash to the ground. The dog, like most terriers, was an excited little guy; speedy wagging tail, jumping feet into the air, way too excited for this oddly regular Tuesday.

A few passerby's looked at Kurt with disdain, some even mumbling 'control your dog' before continuing down the park. Kurt rolled his eyes as he looked around for who might be the owner instead of abandoning the pup where he was. Besides, he was 100% sure the dog would follow him if he tried to walk off anyway (if the way the puppy looked up at him with it's tongue hanging out, wide eyes and a rapidly moving tail was any indication of that).

It wasn't too long before someone was running up to them, and Kurt was transfixed on the form. He was slightly shorter, probably about the same age as Kurt, with dark curly locks controlled well with a layer of gel, honey brown eyes and distinct features. He was dressed in workout gear—an athletic tank top that's green color highlighted the little green in his eyes perfectly, and dark grey stretch shorts that hugged his thighs magnificently well. Although he was completely out of breath, the man gave a thankful smile as he attached the long red leash to the dog's collar and held onto him firmly.

It was that fucking jerk Blaine.

Why did he have to be so hot?

"Thank you so much," he breathed out with a dazzling smile. "I'm sorry; I don't even know how he got away from me." Kurt just sort of stood there watching, realizing Blaine hadn't looked up and noticed it was him yet—still concerned with making sure the dog wouldn't run off again. He was about to take off when it happened—Blaine finally caught his eyes and the recognition set in, a thankful smile turning into a look of intrigue.

"Kurt…"

Kurt gulped at his gorgeous face and shook his head no, trying to convey it wasn't a problem. "It's fine," he mumbled, making stride to walk away. Blaine realized he was trying to leave again and stopped him.

"Hi… how's it going?" he asked nervously. It was quite evident to Kurt that he had no idea what to say, but he just wanted to say something. Maybe he wanted to go on and on about how prestige Julliard is and how caca NYADA is. Either way, Kurt wanted no part in it.

"It's great, thanks. I gotta run."

Blaine's smile fell a little as he dropped his gaze from Kurt, who was shooting him down, to the spilled coffee on the ground.

"I'm guessing Houdini knocked that out of your hands?" he asked humbly, almost embarrassed. Kurt took a deep breath. Getting away was proving to be harder than he thought it would be.

"Yes Houdini did," he answered shortly, "but it was innocent. My best friend had a Jack Russell. I know how they like to play." he finished off with a small smile, hoping that Blaine would dismiss him and go back to the lavish life of a Julliard student. The dog barked as if to confirm what Kurt had said, and Blaine began to reply.

"Well I'm lucky he decided to play with you. I'm only dog sitting for a neighbor and it's proving to be a bit more than I can handle. Another New Yorker might not have been so nice."

Kurt smiled, nodding his understanding as the curly haired man motioned to a coffee shop conveniently just outside the park. "Can I take you inside and buy another?"

Kurt considered it. A coffee was the least this asshole could do after being such an asshole. And what were a few minutes of having to spend time in the company of an asshole this gorgeous? Looking at Blaine's body wasn't the worst thing in the world. He caught himself when he realized Blaine had caught him checking him out.

"Is that a yes?"

"Sure," Kurt blushed as he answered. "Then I have to get home."

Blaine nodded, leading Houdini out of the park with Kurt trailing not too far behind. They made it to the uncharacteristically quiet New York City street and looked both ways before crossing.

"So," Blaine began what seemed to be nervously, "do you walk through Central Park a lot? You seem to be dressed rather nicely to be going on a stroll."

Kurt smiled to himself. This was one of his better outfits; white Gucci dress shirts and Gucci belt, Dior jeans and shin high Phillip Lim boots he splurged on for himself on his birthday. And no, he wouldn't exactly walk around just to walk around in this. He wouldn't really just walk around ever though.

"I was on my way home from a date, actually," Kurt answered, smiling down at Houdini when the puppy started vying for his attention.

Blaine nodded, facing forward as he answered. "Oh."

It was quiet as the curly haired man tied the dog he was caring for up outside the café. Kurt waited patiently, finding Houdini's whimpers absolutely adorable, and praying that he wasn't an actual Houdini because he'd probably be gone by the time they got back outside.

They entered the café, Blaine holding the door for Kurt open with a smile, and Kurt walking in being sure to ignore him. He wasn't going to be won over so easily, if at all.

The line was long for a Tuesday evening, but both quietly waited patiently. Kurt looked up at the menu and thought to himself about trying the almond chocolate biscotti, until Blaine's voice was rang into his ear, a lot closer than he needed to be.

"So was your date with the law school guy?"

Kurt turned back slightly and nodded. "Yeah. We've gone on a couple dates. He seems nice."

Blaine licked his lips, and Kurt pretended not to stare. "What's his name?"

"Caleb."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Blaine glanced back to check and see if Houdini was still there and behaving, and relaxed once he saw the dog staring into the window of the café longingly.

"So did you meet anyone interesting there?" Kurt asked as they took another couple steps forward. Blaine glanced over to him and shrugged.

"Just you. But I messed that up pretty well."

Kurt looked at him to see if he was serious, and Blaine's hazel eyes glittered with sincerity.

"There was this guy, Ronald," Blaine continued, reaching into his pocket after a text message sounded to put the phone on vibrate, "and he was nice. He told me I should apologize to you and stop being an idiot, because it was clear that I liked you. But you were already smiling and laughing with the lawyer guy… Caleb, and I-I… I thought it was best to let you be happy."

Kurt seemed to be frozen as Blaine took a step up to the counter to order.

"Hello, yes," he smiled at the employee, "Um, may I have a medium drip and—" he turned back to Kurt, "what would you like?"

Kurt snapped out of it and took a step forward, trying to be as sociable as possible, "I'm sorry. A nonfat mocha, please."

Blaine smiled from him back to the employee, "And a couple of the almond chocolate biscotti," he added before turning back to Kurt. "That sounds good right?"

Kurt smiled, genuinely, and nodded at Blaine. "Yeah."

Blaine paid, grabbing their things and walking over to a window seat in front of Houdini, where the dog proceeded to watch them like his life depended on it.

"So I guess now would be a great time to apologize, since we're here," Blaine said coyly, taking a sip of his coffee. "I erm…" when he trailed off, Kurt looked up at him with a smile. "I'm stupid and competitive, and did I mention stupid?"

Kurt laughed, accepting the dessert from Blaine. "You did. All is forgiven. We all have our moments of stupidity right?"

"Right," Blaine smiled, locking eyes with the blue ones across from him. Kurt blushed softly and looked away.

"I should say, NYADA is a great school, I know. They rejected my best friend and he was amazing, so we spent the summer after graduation sending them emails about how much they sucked. So a little of that resentment was mixed in there, along with my stupidity." he laughed, "But mostly I was stupid."

Kurt swallowed his coffee with a smile. "I can understand that."

It was quiet again. Houdini licked his lips at the piece of biscotti Kurt placed to his lips, and Blaine shifted in his seat as he watched Kurt lick his lips after swallowing slowly. Needless to say, it had been a while since he had seen someone this beautiful, if ever, and even watching him eat was a turn on. Thank god Kurt didn't have a note card because that would go down on the list.

"So what are your summer plans?" Kurt asked, making small conversation. "Going back to Westerville?"

"I doubt it," Blaine answered, shaking his head. "I'll probably just sit around, waiting for you to break up with Caleb so that I can show you I'm nothing like the ass you met a couple weeks ago."

Kurt looked up at him through his long lashes.

"And play a few gigs around the city. Write some songs. Make a living," he smiled.

"I'm not with Caleb, we just… went on a couple dates. And we kissed but…"

"Nothing?" Blaine asked hopefully.

"Exactly." Kurt answered, smiling at the relieved look on the other man's face.

"So," Blaine pulled out his cell phone and held it tightly in his hand, "maybe we can exchange numbers and keep in contact. Just in case you ever want to see me?"

Blaine smiled when Kurt reached into his pocket and pulled out his. "I'd like that," he said with an endearing smile.

They finished their things and left the café, Kurt motioning in the direction of which he and Sam lived. "I'm this way," he said with a soft smile. "4th and Houston Street."

Blaine nodded, untying the happy dog and holding the leash tightly. "Can Houdini and I walk you there?"

Kurt smiled as he nodded. "I'd like that," he said once more.

They didn't speak much on the walk, only exchanging flirty glances, their hands brushing together every so often, and Blaine telling Kurt he really like his eyes. When they reached the corner of Kurt's building, they smiled softly at one another.

"Well, I hope to hear from you," Blaine told him honestly. Kurt nodded.

"I'm sure you will. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Kurt smiled, and before he could turn around, Blaine moved forward and captured his lips in a kiss that was everything he hoped for—everything it wasn't with Caleb. He felt the goose bumps and his hair stand up, the fireworks and butterflies, and everything else he thought to be a cliché. Relaxing, he breathed into it and kissed back, his hand playing in the loose curls at the nape of Blaine's neck.

Houdini standing up and placing his paws on Kurt's thighs made the blue eyed man pull away with a grin as he smiled down at the dog. Blaine smiled too, but his focus was on Kurt.

"Wow."

Kurt looked up at him and giggled a little. "Touché."

They stood there a few more seconds smiling before Kurt was finally backing away, waving bashfully at the man he all but hated an hour ago. "So, I'll call you?"

Blaine nodded, waving back. "Please."

"Alright," Kurt smiled, not wanting to turn around and go away, but eventually doing so. Blaine smiled as he walked away, realizing he was still waving. He dropped his hand and licked his lips, smiling at the taste of cherries and coffee that remained there. The taste of Kurt.

Houdini barked a couple times, garnering the attention of the curly haired man.

"Yeah, yeah." Blaine said, patting him on the head. "Let's get you home."

A/N: And here is another one of these I'd love to turn into a fic. Thanks a lot Reem! :-p

Well. Tonight is the finale. I'd like it if you all gave me prompts and kept me busy over the summer. Oh! And please let me know what you thought of this please!

Next up is a dating show prompt from I hate mosquitos :)