Generic Disclaimer: Glee nor Klaine is mine. If you recognize it, it probably isn't mine.

A/N: An actual Klaine date! :D I think I did okay for this, I've never really done anything like this before, so please tell me what you think! I appreciate constructive criticism.

To say Kurt was overwhelmed would be an understatement. The understatement of the year, in fact. He knew that Blaine's adoptive family was famous, and that Blaine didn't have their last name, but Blaine had never told him just who his adoptive parents were. And being swarmed with photographers, journalists, and reporters did nothing to quell that curiosity.

Blaine, taking Kurt's hand gently, led him into the restaurant (which was apparently used to things like these, since there were two very big and very ripped men standing at the doorway that stoppered any urge the paparazzi had to follow them into the restaurant) and to a reserved table in back, away from the windows and most of the people.

After they were seated and Blaine had ordered water for them both (in Italian, might he add), Kurt sat back and looked at Blaine. Blaine simply scanned the menu, though Kurt was positive that he knew the place well enough that he didn't have to. Blaine glanced up and smiled softly, and Kurt could swear he saw a faint blush on the motorcyclist's cheeks.

"What?" The musician asked, raising a perfectly triangular eyebrow at Kurt. "Never heard anyone speak Italian before?"

"More like, never been swarmed with paparazzi on a first date before." Kurt supplied, raising one of his own eyebrows at the definite blush on the other boy.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I tried to keep it low-profile, but I think they're like psychic or something, because they always seem to know where I'm gonna be. Like the other day, I dropped by Tiffany's to find a decent birthday gift for Ma, and there they were! Like...like vultures or something! It's creepy!" Blaine said. Kurt's heart almost stopped at the casual way Blaine had "dropped by" Tiffany's, but he let it slide in favor of another topic. Before he could start talking, though, Blaine was talking again. "I am sorry, though. I wish they'd leave us alone for a while."

"Us?" Kurt asked, genuinely intrigued. Blaine nodded, finally putting the menu down in order to talk with his hands like he usually did. Kurt assumed it was a musician thing.

"Me, my sister, and my brothers. I have a younger brother, an older sister, and an older brother, in that order. All of which are my parents biological children, in case you were wondering. They've all welcomed me, though. Actually, Theodore didn't have much of a choice. He was born a few months after I was adopted. But Abraham and Elizabeth were wonderful about it, thrilled, really. And, Ma and Pa are always the greatest. They're actually funding this little outing of ours." He smiled, the first real and true smile Kurt had seen since they had arrived.

"You really love your family, don't you?" Kurt asked, hiding a smile of his own. Blaine nodded, still smiling. "Well, why don't you tell me more about them?"

"There's not really much to tell. Elizabeth, the eldest, is 24. She's studying law at Yale, and is currently top of her class for the fifth consecutive year. Abraham is 21, last year of studying medicine to become a veterinarian. He's already got multiple job offers for when he graduates, and after a few years he plans to start his own business. Theodore is 16, and is already planning on becoming a psychologist and is in the first steps of writing a book about teenage psychology. He's a genius, he really is. Abe and Theo were named after Lincoln and Roosevelt, respectively, and Elizabeth after Queen Elizabeth I of England." Blaine smiled bitterly then, as if part of some sad inside joke. "All growing up to become major names in their respective fields, and then there's little old Blaine."

"So why don't you tell me about 'little old Blaine?'" Kurt asked softly as complementary garlic bread arrived via waitress. "I'd love to hear about him."

"So would everyone else." Blaine said, gesturing towards the paparazzi-filled windows (honestly, Kurt didn't understand why they did that; the windows were tinted so much there was no possible way that they could see inside the restaurant). "Well, unlike his siblings, little old Blaine doesn't aspire to be a big shot. Blaine just wants to sit back and become a musician that conveniently has a Masters in Economics." Kurt smiled, and Blaine did the same.

"Sounds like something Mom and Dad wouldn't be happy about."

"Oh no, they're completely supportive. Theo, Abe, and Liz are doing all that stuff because they want to. I don't get it, but Ma and Pa haven't pressured them into any of it. Actually, Ma and Pa don't really pressure us to do anything. They've always told us to go for it, do what we love. They just happened to dream bigger than I did." Blaine grinned. Kurt returned the smile, looking down at the menu to hide it.

"Any other interesting things I should know about 'little old Blaine'?" Kurt asked, grinning at his classmate.

"I have 4.7 GPA." Kurt's jaw dropped as the boy across from him chuckled at him. "No, I'm not making it up. I legitimately have a 4.7 GPA. It's because of the way I was raised. We're taught to study as much as possible so we can have a good future, and I've put it to use even in reform school. And let's be completely honest, the classes there aren't the toughest in the world." Kurt smiled, nodding slightly. Around then the food came, without Kurt having realized they had ordered. "I took the liberty of ordering before we got here. I hope it's okay. I know you're very careful about what you put into your body." Kurt looked down at the extremely low calorie, low cholesterol, low everything meal in front of him.

"It's...perfect, actually." Kurt said, smiling. He had to admit, he was surprised that Blaine had any idea of what he put into his body.

They ate in relative silence, making small talk here and there. Kurt noticed once or twice that Blaine would dance to the music that was playing before seemingly catching himself and stopping. It made the countertenor smile to see the motorcyclist's fun side.

"This has been a surprisingly good date." Kurt said as the dishes were cleared away. Blaine cocked an eyebrow, making Kurt flush. "Well, as first dates go, I mean, it went really well."

"I still can't believe a guy that's as gorgeous as you are is only on his very first date." Blaine commented, picking up the check before Kurt could even try. "It's fascinating, really. I don't understand how that's even remotely possible."

"I'm the only out gay guy in Lima."

"Does that mean there's a gay guy that's not out in Lima?"

"There are probably a few, yes. I refuse to believe I am the only homosexual male in the entire city of Lima, Ohio."

"You're probably right. It's highly unlikely."

They were silent once more as they waited for the check to return with Blaine's change (Kurt hadn't missed the hundred-dollar bill Blaine had slipped in) and it was only when they were back in the car and on the way to Kurt's house that Blaine spoke again.

"So, since this wasn't an absolute disaster, is it alright if I ask you out again?" The dark-haired musician asked, smiling. Kurt nodded, smirking slightly at the other boy.

"That would be perfectly fine with me."