The date took place the same day that evening. Blaine hadn't wanted to wait another week or even another day to take the young boy out on a date so he had suggested Kurt meet him at his hotel around dinner time and Kurt had agreed.

That is where Kurt found himself now. After having sent Quinn a quick text asking her to cover for him, and telling her that he would explain everything later, he had driven downtown and parked his car in the lot beside the hotel. His mind raced as he straightened his tie in the rear-view mirror. It had taken a couple of hours for Kurt to choose his outfit. Usually Kurt was able to throw together something dazzling quite quickly – his expertise and his flexible wardrobe allowed for that but tonight was different. Kurt wanted to look the best he ever had – after all, it would be his first ever date.

He exited the car, taking with him a small bouquet of yellow roses. He didn't want to over-do it so he hoped the bouquet wouldn't be too over the top but Kurt simply didn't want to show up empty handed. This was important. Blaine was important.

Lima didn't have fancy hotels, the town was too small for that but The Marriott Blaine was staying in was the best and biggest in town. Blaine had given him a key to his room so that he could simply walk in without causing too much of a scene – he had to be careful not to be seen by someone they knew so the quicker he could get in the better. Kurt slid the key into the elevator slot and pressed the six button. On the ride up he tried to calm his mind and take a couple of deep breaths. As he obsessively checked himself out in the mirrored elevator panels he thought about what Blaine could have possibly planned – the man was creative and sweet and somewhat unpredictable so it could be anything. He looked at his reflection. His hair was perfectly swept up into a high swoop. His skin was flawless and smooth. His indigo-coloured suit was exquisitely tailored to his body (he had made it himself) and his black shirt matched perfectly along with the silver and white polka-dotted silk tie.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. He stepped out and rounded the corner and down the hallway to the corner unit - Suite 608. He could have used the key but Kurt thought that would be too presumptuous so instead he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

When Blaine opened and appeared in the doorway Kurt physically took a step back. The overwhelming radiance coming from Blaine was entirely too much. The man was beautiful. He was dressed in a suit as well – it was simple but elegant. It was black, the pants tailored to show-off Blaine's bare ankles and designer shoes. His shirt was a cream colour and crisp against his chest and his rich green bowtie made his eyes shimmer beautifully. But what made Kurt's heart swell in his chest was the way Blaine was looking at him. His eyes were sincere but he also saw something else in them … something like hunger. His smile was genuine and so handsome Kurt thought he might fall over. When Kurt remembered how to speak he breathed out a, "hi," with a radiant smile of his own.

Blaine raked his eyes over Kurt's body. He had never seen anything … anyone … so gorgeous in his life. It was actually so intense that Blaine had to grip onto the door handle to keep from either falling over or from lunging at Kurt's perfectly pouty mouth – Blaine wasn't sure which. "Hey you," he breathed. "You look just ... stunning, Kurt." He knew he was being blatantly forward but Blaine really couldn't bring himself to care.

A blush rose over Kurt's cheeks and he lowered his gaze slightly at Blaine's compliment. "Thank you but I could say the same thing about you." He paused with a smirk. "And I will. You are stunning, Blaine. And these are for you." He held out the bouquet of roses.

Blaine was surprised. The flowers had been in full view the entire time but for some reason Blaine just hadn't noticed them. "Oh, Kurt. They are beautiful." He took the bouquet from him and buried his nose gently into the soft petals, his eyelashes dipping softly. "You really didn't have to bring me flowers, gorgeous boy."

Kurt bit his lip at Blaine's sentiment. Those words went straight into his soul and buried themselves there. No one had ever called him gorgeous before, much less gorgeous boy. Although, thinking about it, no one ever did anything remotely to what Blaine did to him. He liked it. "I know, but I wanted to. This is my first date and I wanted to do it right," he admitted.

Blaine's eyes shot up at that. It was the boy's first date. Blaine shouldn't have been surprised but he had never given it much thought. Although now, now that he knew, Blaine felt nervous. He hoped that what he had planned would be worthy of a first date – of Kurt's first date.

The faint ding of the elevator brought both of them out of their bubble. Only then did Blaine remember that they were still at the door, Blaine in the suite and Kurt in the hallway. "Oh my goodness," Blaine laughed. "I'm so sorry, please come in." He opened the door wider and stepped aside so that Kurt could enter. Once the door was safely shut behind them Blaine leaned in and placed a kiss gently to Kurt's cheek. He could feel Kurt smile and when Kurt grazed his fingers along Blaine's own hand Blaine's heart exploded in his chest.

It was silly, really. They had made out more than once and it was always heated but for some reason Blaine held back. He wanted to do this right. Kurt deserved to be wooed so for now Blaine behaved himself – as hard as it was. "Please make yourself comfortable. I'm just going to go find something to put these in."

Once Blaine had moved into the kitchen Kurt finally noticed the inside of the suite. His eyes moved around the dimly lit apartment-style space. Kurt stood in the short hallway which entered into the main room. It was small but cozy and modernly decorated in soft greys, blues, and teals. The sofa sat against the half wall, half window which overlooked the sparse lights of downtown Lima. Beside it sat another love seat and a small round coffee table which was situated across from a gas fireplace. Beyond that Kurt saw a closed door which he assumed was the bedroom. To the left of the living space was a dining nook. It housed a small round breakfast style table with tall-backed fabric chairs. Through one door Kurt could see a small kitchenette where he could hear Blaine fiddling around. What really caught Kurt's eye, though, was what Blaine had done with the space because he was pretty sure the suites did not come decorated this way upon check-in.

The living room was decorated with soft electric candles spread out along the mantle and the coffee table, giving the room a warm glow. Blaine had hung white Christmas style lights above the sofa in draping rows so that it looked like a light-shower cascading downward. Kurt's stomach did flip-flops as he thought about how long it must've taken Blaine to install the romantic decoration. The same light set up was strung above the table in the dining area and more candles were scattered along the window sills there.

Kurt then noticed soft music coming from hidden speakers … it was classical piano. Kurt recognized when Moonlight Sonata started to play.

"You haven't made yourself comfortable yet," Blaine's voice although soft startled Kurt out of the dreamscape that Blaine had created.

"I have been standing here awe-struck at what you've done with the suite, Blaine. It's so … romantic," Kurt finished in a whisper.

Blaine blushed and pressed his lips together before speaking, "well, I really wanted it to be special Kurt. In a perfect world I would take you out to the nicest and most romantic places I could find but," he sighed gently, "we can't do that at the moment without being at risk so this is the best I could do."

"Blaine," Kurt moved closer to him and took the older man by the elbow, "this is so special and so romantic and so perfect. There is nowhere else I'd rather be."

Blaine couldn't help it. He leaned in and kissed Kurt's lips but he forced himself be controlled because once the dam broke Blaine knew there would be no going back. The kiss was soft, gentle and slow. Blaine held back, not letting it get too heated. When they broke apart Blaine let his forehead press to Kurt's. "You are making it really difficult to behave, gorgeous boy."

Kurt bit his lip at Blaine's words. "Again, I could say the same about you … except maybe not the gorgeous boy part. Beautiful man seems more fitting."

Blaine grinned and blushed. "Come on, I have ordered our dinner. I don't want it to get too cold." He led Kurt to the table and pulled out his chair. Kurt sat and noticed that Blaine had set the table with simple white dishes, silverware, and red cloth serviettes. Blaine had definitely gone all out.

"Thank you," Kurt murmured.

"I ordered from a place called Luigi's. Concierge said it was the best Italian food in Lima. I hope he was right."

"Luigi's, Blaine? That's only the most expensive restaurant in Lima. I've only been there once when we celebrated my dad's and Carole's engagement. And let me tell you, it's way better than Breadstix," Kurt laughed.

"Concierge mentioned that too but he said Luigi's was infinitely better. I wasn't sure what you'd like so I got a few different things," Blaine said as he carried the feast to the table.

"A few different things? There are about six dishes here, Blaine. Are we expecting company," Kurt smirked.

Blaine leaned over and pressed his lips to Kurt's earlobe, whispering gently, "I assure you, gorgeous boy, tonight it's just you and me."

Fire spread within Kurt's body and he knew there was no way he could hide the blush spreading across his cheeks. Blaine noticed. Blaine loved it.

"So, what may I serve you," Blaine asked as he sat down. "There's pappardelle bolognese, fettucini alfredo, eggplant lasagna, chicken parmesian, and spring salad with goat cheese, walnuts, and cranberries."

Kurt's eyes scanned the feast before him … and the food too. "Mmm, everything looks delicious but I'm partial to fettucini alfredo so maybe I'll start with that and some salad, please."

"That's my favourite too," Blaine admitted as he scooped the food onto plates, first serving Kurt then himself. "I don't have wine because I refuse to give alcohol to a minor," he said with a playful wink, "but I have soda and sparkling water."

Kurt laughed. "You won't give alcohol to a minor but you have no qualms about kissing one, huh?"

Blaine's eyes flickered for a moment but then softened when he realized Kurt was being playful. "Well, let me tell you, kissing you is a far better experience than having wine … than having anything really."

Kurt laid the serviette across his lap then poured water into Blaine's glass then his own. He smiled into Blaine's eyes, "such a flatterer," he whispered then took a bite of his dinner.

Blaine started in on his food with a blush and a warm feeling in his chest.

xxxxxxx

The food was delicious and Kurt ended up trying a little of the eggplant lasagna too but only a little. He didn't want to stuff himself on a first date. Blaine on the other hand, had a second helping of the pappardelle and some more salad. It took them a while to eat because they couldn't stop the soft gazes, the lingering fingertips reaching across the table and the easy and flowing conversation. They talked about their entire lives like Kurt's childhood, his hobbies, his love for musical theatre and fashion and about Blaine's days at Dalton Academy, his love for the piano, and his incredible rise to the top of the professional pyramid. They loved the process of getting to know each other as they stuck to happy topics.

That is why it was really difficult for Kurt to bring up the topic that they had both been dancing around for days. He didn't want the vibe to change because his first date was turning out to be incredible and no matter what happened he would remember it for the rest of his life. But he had to bring it up because it was very much something they had to deal with if they wanted to move forward. Kurt knew this.

He set down his cutlery and wiped delicately at his mouth. He watched Blaine pour more water with that exquisite smile of his. "Blaine…"

Blaine eyes looked into Kurt's. Kurt saw them flicker for a moment as he must've sensed the seriousness of Kurt's demeanor. "What is it, gorgeous boy?"

"Where do you see … us … going?"

Blaine leaned back in his chair and stared at Kurt for a moment. "This is going to be a delicate discussion. Would you like to move to the couch so that we're more comfortable?"

Kurt agreed. Once they were settled beside each other with their hands clasped Blaine proceeded to answer the question. "Kurt," his thumb rubbed along Kurt's knuckles nervously, "I know you're worried about Jon. And I am too. I would be lying if I said I didn't love him."

Kurt flinched softly. He knew Blaine loved Jon but it wasn't easy hearing Blaine say it out loud.

"And I've tried," Blaine continued, "to do what is right by him. I've tried to push you to the back of my mind but Kurt…" Blaine leaned forward at this point, his face mere inches from Kurt's. "I've discovered that I can't and don't want to let you go. My heart won't let me. My soul won't let me."

Kurt took in a breath. It was too much. It was all too much. Blaine had basically admitted that despite his relationship with Jon, he wasn't willing to let him go. His heart and soul wouldn't allow it. The thing was Kurt felt the same way. He had tried to ignore his feelings for Blaine but every time he tried his own heart and soul would scream in protest.

"I feel guilty," Kurt began in answer. "I've tried to put myself into Jon's shoes so many times and I feel sick just thinking about how he would feel if he ever found out. Blaine, I'm not a bad person. I don't want to hurt anyone – especially anyone who loves you."

Blaine's hand came up suddenly to cup Kurt's face, his gesture and his regard saying everything without words.

"But I can't," Kurt's voice came out like a breath. "I can't let you go. Not ever."

Blaine's lips were on Kurt's like a magnet. His tongue slipped inside eagerly, taking the entirety of Kurt's mouth while his hand remained on his cheek, thumb rubbing along Kurt's perfect cheekbone. A moan escaped Kurt's mouth and muffled along their wet working tongues. Kurt's body surged forward causing Blaine to lean back onto the arm of the couch. Their touches were scorching. Their moans filled the room as they continued to enjoy each other's mouths.

Blaine needed a breath so he gently moved his head to the side, his lips trailing wet pecks along Kurt's jaw and lower to his neck. It was the first time his lips had touched that elongated creamy throat. His fingertips played with the knot on Kurt's tie, tugging it softly eliciting more moans from Kurt's mouth. Blaine thought his pants would burst open with how incredibly aroused he was. His cock was thick and long in his pants.

Kurt felt it against his thigh and suddenly his brain short circuited. He remembered the secret between his legs and how he thought Blaine would react to it so he scrambled off of him and away a couple feet. His chest rose and fell as he panted softly and his fists gripped his own thighs. "I'm sorry," he began to ramble. "Blaine, I'm sorry. It's just too fast, I can't … I … sorry…"

"Kurt."

"I didn't mean…"

"Kurt, baby," Blaine moved forward hesitantly. "It's okay. Shh. It's okay. I'm not expecting anything. If we need to take it slow then we will. I promise I'm not upset or disappointed. Yes, I'm incredibly horny because you are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," he smiled, "but that always, always comes second to how you are feeling."

Kurt looked down, his eyes closing at his embarrassment. "But I want to give you everything," he whispered.

Blaine cut him off. "I know. And I want to take everything and give you everything in return but Kurt," he took his hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing it, "we have our whole lives for that."

Kurt's eyes were as big as an owl's in the night. "Our whole lives?"

Blaine moved closer. "Our whole lives," he confirmed. "I have no intention of letting you go."

Kurt smiled at that and slowly he began to breathe normally again. He knew he would eventually have to tell Blaine his secret but tonight was not the night. He wanted to enjoy the peace, the romance, and the love, so he curled into Blaine's side and leaned his head onto his shoulder, their fingers intertwining together like they had been doing it for a lifetime. "Thank you," he said, simply.

"You're welcome," Blaine's voice was like silk as he spoke into Kurt's swooping hair. "But what are you thanking me for?"

"For this beautiful evening."

Blaine smiled, "but it's not over yet, my gorgeous boy."

"It will never be over, will it," Kurt asked.

"No. It never will be."

xxxxxxx

After a few minutes of snuggling, Blaine made Kurt get up with him. "Come on," he held his hand out, "I have somewhere I want to take you."

Kurt raised his eyebrow. "I don't think we should be going out in public, Blaine."

"We're not. Just trust me, okay?"

Kurt did. He took the older man's hand and followed him out the door and to the elevator. Instead of pressing the down button Blaine pressed the up one.

When they arrived at the rooftop patio, Kurt gasped. Blaine had decorated it with patio lanterns and electric candles. There was an oversized lounger situated with a thick wool blanket. On a side table sat a large slice of cheesecake with two forks and a teapot with matching cups. Blaine led Kurt over to it and had him sit down first. "I rented the rooftop exclusively for us so no one should disturb us," he said as he went around and turned off the candles and the patio lanterns. Kurt was a little confused as to why Blaine would shut off the romantic lighting he had previously created but once the darkness infiltrated the rooftop Kurt knew why. The sky was littered with stars and even-though Kurt was used to Lima's black sky, his breath caught in his throat at the beauty of it all.

Blaine joined him on the lounger and spread the blanket over them. His arm draped around Kurt's shoulders as he brought him in closer to his chest. "Come here, my gorgeous boy. Let me enjoy your warmth."

Kurt wanted to cry. He had dreamed of this day for years. He fantasized about how his first date would go and who it would be with. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine this – to be on a private rooftop patio with the stars as the backdrop and a warm beautiful man snuggled in beside him calling him his "gorgeous boy". It was what dreams were made of but better. It was like a fairy tale but better. It was everything Kurt had ever wanted and he knew in that moment that he would never let this man go. He would fight hell itself to be with him forever. He sunk deeper into Blaine, nuzzling his cheek to his chest and wrapping an arm around his torso. His eyes closed for a moment relishing in Blaine's warmth before lifting his gaze up into the stars. Kurt thought they were the second most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"I love you." Kurt said it before his mind even knew the phrase had formed in his heart, although his soul had always known it was there – since the day he gave Blaine his glass of water in the Fabrays' kitchen.

Blaine's heart skipped a beat but only one because without hesitation he answered swiftly and with every star in the sky as his witness, "my gorgeous boy," he said as he pressed a kiss to the top of Kurt's head, "I love you too."