Chapter 6

Blaine felt like a complete and total tool. Here he was, sitting in a booth, by himself, at Breadstix, waiting for his date. His date. This was ridiculous. Blaine Anderson doesn't have dates. Blaine Anderson has one night stands. And Blaine Anderson doesn't have boyfriends. Blaine Anderson has booty calls. It was as simple as that. Boyfriend? Blaine thought. Is that what Kurt is? Is he my boyfriend? …but what if he doesn't even want to be my boyfriend? Blaine shook his head, trying to shoo away all these confusing thoughts he was having. Who cares if Kurt wanted to be his boyfriend or not? I care…No! Shut up! No you don't! Blaine dropped his head into his hands. He was beginning to feel like this entire date was a terrible idea. At least, he thought that until he looked up and saw the man who stood before him.

Kurt was wearing white skinny jeans that were impossibly tight; a pair of gray boots that matched his gray dress up shirt that's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows; a pair of white suspenders; and a light purple bowtie. His hair was perfectly coiffed and his eyes were glimmering in the dim light of the restaurant. In short, he looked stunning.

"Are you just gonna stare at me all night with your mouth hanging open like that, or are you going to invite me to sit down?"

Blaine was snapped out of his reverie by Kurt's question. Why would I have to invite him to sit down? Who the fuck else does he think I'm waiting for? God, Blaine was so painfully new to this.

He nodded his head in the direction of the seat across from him, and Kurt took that as the invitation he was looking for. They had a nice time. They made small talk, Blaine told Kurt about how he used to go to Dalton, got kicked out, and then transferred here. Kurt rambled on and on about glee club and sectionals and regionals and possibly nationals, and every time he looked up at Blaine, he half-expected him to be asleep or zoning out completely; but he was always listening. He might have made a wise crack here and there, teasing Kurt about glee, but he listened to everything Kurt had to say. Almost as if, even if he didn't care about it, if Kurt was saying it, then it mattered to him.

The end of their date arrived with the check on the table. Kurt made to fetch his wallet out of the satchel he had brought with him, but Blaine picked up the check and stopped him.

"I got this one, princess, don't you worry," he said with a smile and a wink that Kurt assumed was supposed to be charming and chivalrous. At least, in Blaine's mind. But it didn't quite transfer over that way to Kurt.

"Stop doing that." Kurt retorted. Blaine didn't look up from the receipt he was signing for his credit card as he slightly raised his eyebrows and questioned, "Doing what?"

"Making me out to be the girl in this relationship."

Blaine looked up as he handed the waitress the check and gave Kurt a confused look. What exactly had he done wrong here? He picked up the check, didn't girls dig that—oh.

"Just because I'm more effeminate that you does not mean I'm a girl! I'm a guy, too, Blaine, and I'm not some fragile little thing that you always make me out to be when you call me 'princess' or 'cupcake.'"

"I just figured the man in the relationship would be more aptly filled by me—Kurt, wait!"

As Blaine had begun to say that, Kurt had gotten up from the table and stormed off in a huff. Blaine chased after him and finally caught up to him in the parking lot as he was attempting to unlock the door to his Navigator.

"Kurt, wait, I didn't mean it like that!"

"Oh yeah? Then how did you mean it, Blaine? I'm not manly enough for you, I get it."

"No, that's not how I feel at all!" Blaine cried back desperately to Kurt. "I just…I don't know, I say shit sometimes and it doesn't come out the way I want it to. I don't know how to say things all…nice and whatever, like you do. I'm not used to this Kurt, you need to give me a chance."

Kurt could see that Blaine was being sincere, so he slightly let down his angry bitch shield as he turned to face the boy so that he could continue what Kurt was sure would be an oh-so-enlightening explanation.

"I just…I care about you, Kurt. And that's hard for me to say and tell you. It's easier for me to show you, by doing things like picking up the check, or opening the door for you, and stuff like that. I don't know…I just want to take care of you, but I don't really know—"

Blaine's words were cut off by another mouth on his. Kurt had walked away from his Navigator, grabbed Blaine's face, and crashing their lips together. Blaine was surprised at first, but then he melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the slender boy. This was the first time Blaine had ever felt a kiss that had emotion in it. The first time Kurt had kissed him. Every other time had been rushed and desperate and initiated by Blaine. But this time, Kurt kissed Blaine. And in that moment, and his wrapped his arms even more tightly around the younger boy and spun him around as they continued their embrace, Blaine Anderson was 100% sure of one thing:

He was in love with Kurt Hummel.