Hey!

So, that took a while huh? Sorry about that. Here's some klaine dating!

Going on a date Friday night may seem easy to some, but not to Kurt Hummel.

First of all he had to ask his dad for permission to skip Friday night dinner. (Which had been quite the disaster seeing as it ended with Kurt hissing and telling his dad he wasn't a whore who'd sleep with anybody just because he was in heat – Burt hadn't meant it like that of course, and Kurt had gotten his permission, but Friday morning had been a bit awkward). Then he'd have to figure out what to wear – he only had one day to prepare! And then he'd have to go through an entire school day with Blaine glued to his side without giving in to his instincts and just drag him somewhere and kiss him senseless.

Kissing Blaine once (twice) had apparently ruined him, because every other thought going through his head had something to do with Blaine's lips. He blamed it on the heat and even though he would never admit it, he was afraid his dad might be right. Maybe he wouldn't be able to control himself.

His heat wasn't exactly over and he knew Blaine well enough to know that the other boy would love teasing him with it. He'd just have to be strong. He'd fought against nature before – he could totally do it again. If Blaine would stop being so damn close all the time.

He wouldn't leave his side in the morning, which was fine, because the jocks had started circling him again, and for some odd reason they wouldn't touch him when Blaine was near.

But then in all their shared classes he almost pulled Kurt down to sit in his lap, that's how close he was trying to get. And in the classes they didn't share, Kurt's phone got bombed with texts and he'd had to turn the vibration off since Blaine just wouldn't stop texting him unimportant things; like what underwear he was wearing, or if he was as bored as Blaine, or if he'd ever considered getting a piercing. (he'd actually answered that one, that no, he was not going to pierce his eyebrow or tongue or lip, because it just wouldn't suit him and he never felt the need for metal piercing his skin).

And at lunch, god, at lunch he didn't just try; he actually pulled Kurt into his lap and encircled his arms around his waist so tight he couldn't move.

When Kurt finally finished his last class (with Blaine waiting by his car to send him seductive looks and tell him 'see ya at 6pm') and went home, he was exhausted. It took him longer than necessary to shower and dress, and by the time he was finally ready to go, he wondered why he hadn't made Blaine move their date to Saturday. It would've saved them both so much trouble, and maybe he'd be less warm and fidgety.

He was already on his way to cancel on Blaine, when the doorbell rang. Suddenly all thoughts of it being a bad idea were pushed out of his mind and he was running down the stairs to get to the door before anyone else.

Kurt opened the door, only to rush out and slam it shut behind himself. "What are you wearing?!" He exclaimed as he saw Blaine standing on their porch in tight dark jeans, a white t-shirt with holes in it and his leather jacket. He'd changed his combat boots into black converse, and of course he looked amazing (he always did), but he still looked like someone had just pulled him out of (a sexy, gorgeous version of) Grease.

"Um–"

"My dad can't see you like that!"

"Your–"

"He'll think you're some kind of jerk who– who rides a motorcycle and beats people up!"

"Well–"

"Shut up! Oh my god, you couldn't at least have gotten rid of the jacket? Do you ever not wear that thing? And those piercings, oh shit, we're so dead."

"Relax babe, parents love me," Blaine said and never throughout Kurt's rambling did he lose his smirk. He knew exactly what people saw when they looked at him.

"I seriously doubt that."

"Wanna bet?"

"No I do not want to bet over whether or not my dad will slam the door in your face and lock me in my room for the rest of my days–"

"If I win you'll have to be my slave for a day," Blaine grinned wickedly.

"Well when I win, you're going to buy me a whole cheesecake! And bring it secretly to my window, because he's never gonna let me leave the house after this." Kurt pulled at Blaine's leather jacket to make him look at least partly presentable but his eyes widened in shock and he quickly wrapped the worn material around Blaine's form again. "Is that– is that a tattoo?" He hissed just as his dad opened the door.

"What's taking you so long, kiddo? Don't let the poor guy freeze out here–" Burt stopped talking the moment he laid eyes on Blaine. Blaine took one look at the terrified look on Kurt's face and then sighed. If he was gonna do this, he might as well do it all the way…

"Hi Mr. Hummel, my name is Blaine Anderson, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said with a polite smile and a handshake. Both Hummels looked like they'd just swallowed their own tongues.

"Eh, you too," Burt finally answered and seemed to shake himself out of his shock. "Where're you taking my kid tonight?"

"Dad!" Kurt protested. They'd talked about this. He wasn't a kid anymore! But Blaine didn't seem surprised by his question at all – in fact, he seemed like he'd expected it.

"Well, I was thinking we'd take my car to a restaurant in Westerville, and then if Kurt wants to, we'll either watch a movie or maybe go get a late ice cream." Kurt stared at Blaine with big eyes. He was pretty sure it was the first time Blaine had said his name directly, without kitty or some other pet name to it. Kurt tuned out for what seemed like a moment just to give it all an overview. Blaine was behaving in front of his father. That was amazing in itself, but the fact that Burt seemed to genuinely like Blaine was what surprised Kurt the most.

"Just be sure to have him home by midnight."

"Of course sir." Kurt had apparently lost more of the conversation than he thought, because a second later, Burt was handing him his jacket with a "It's cold tonight," and then he was following Blaine to his car.

"So, now that I won –" Blaine started as they sat in his car, but Kurt interrupted him.

"I wouldn't exactly say he loved you."

"He so did. All Hummels seem to love me, huh?"

"We– He– urgh. You are so insufferable."

"I think you mispronounced amazing, but it's okay kitty, I'll teach you how to use your mouth properly when you're playing my slave."

"Use my– Do you have any filter at all?" Kurt spluttered and blushed slightly. Like he didn't feel warm enough already with Blaine's eyes constantly running up and down his body.

"Not that I'm aware of," Blaine grinned.

"Remind me to get you one for your birthday," the brunette mumbled.

"I can think of a few other things I'd rather get though."

"Can you go two minutes without making some crude remark?"

"Of course I can."

"Prove it."

And suddenly the car was filled with silence. The radio was still playing quietly in the background, but neither of the boys said anything and Kurt was suddenly filled with doubt. What if he and Blaine had nothing in common? What if Blaine thought he was boring? What if Blaine only invited him on a date to fool around?

"Are you really not going to say anything at all?"

"You just told me to shut up for two minutes!"

"I told you to stop being crude!"

"Fine," Blaine sighed and then made his voice a few octaves higher to mock: "How was your day, dear?"

"Wow, that was not sarcastic at all."

"Aww, c'mon puss, at least I'm trying here."

"I – You're right. I'm sorry. My day's been good, thank you. How was your day?"

"Well–" Kurt almost groaned at his tone, but then Blaine continued, and it wasn't as awful as it could've been. "You were there, so it was lovely."

"Lovely?"

"Yea. No more 'crude' words, wasn't that what you wanted? Because if not I can talk about how good your ass looked all freaking day –"

"No. No, no, I am completely fine with lovely."

"Good."

"Great." And again with the nagging thoughts. What if they couldn't go two minutes without falling into the same routine? Kurt wanted romance and a relationship. What if Blaine wanted neither of those things? It could be about the sex. Kurt hadn't exactly told Blaine he wasn't going to 'get any' from him.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Blaine asked with a neutral expression.

"I–" Kurt debated whether or not he should be completely honest. He sighed. "I'm just wondering if this was such a good idea after all."

"What do you mean?"

"This. The whole date thing."

"Why do you say that?" And – even though Kurt hadn't noticed when it had disappeared – Blaine's harsh tone was back.

"Because we have nothing in common," Kurt shrugged. He couldn't exactly get himself to tell Blaine that he didn't want to have sex. Not yet at least. And especially not when he was still in his heat; it clouded his thoughts and judgment. And since Blaine might be in it just for the sex… well, Kurt got slightly nauseous just thinking about telling him it wouldn't get him anywhere to be charming. Or pretend to be.

"Kurt, you know nothing about me."

"And vice versa."

"Then we should change that."

"How?"

"Tell me about yourself. Who is Kurt Hummel?"

"An extraordinary performer and fashionista."

"C'mon, you can do better than that, puss," Blaine smirked. He was going to get to know Kurt, whether the brunette liked it or not. This wasn't just a game anymore…

"Kurt Hummel is…" Kurt sighed. He might as well be honest. "He is an extraordinary performer and a fashionista. But he is also a nervous-baker and someone who can't sleep well at night unless it's warm. But not too warm. He is…" Kurt trailed off. Who was he really? "He's half cat and can't be ashamed because it's something he inherited from his mom." Then he suddenly smiled. "And he uses a special conditioner to get his fur to stay as soft as his human hair."

Blaine's small smile grew to a full blown grin at the last sentence and he looked at Kurt as he said, "He sure sounds interesting, that Kurt Hummel kid."

"Oh he is," Kurt chuckled. "Now it's your turn."

"My turn?"

"Yea; who's Blaine Anderson?" Kurt mocked lightly.

"The most amazing person on earth, that's who."

"C'mon, I did it, you gotta do it too!"

"Okay, okay," Blaine said. "When we get inside." And it was then that Kurt realized they'd parked outside a restaurant called 'Just a Bite'.

Dinner wasn't as awkward as Kurt had dreaded. It wasn't awkward at all, actually. Because every time their conversation stilled, Blaine would think of something new to talk about and soon enough they were deeply engrossed in a discussion of whose favorite singer was the best, all the while their heads moved closer and closer towards each other over the table.

The food was delicious, and even though Kurt said he really didn't have to, Blaine paid for everything. Secretly the brunette enjoyed being taken care of like that. He was used to taking care of everything himself; afraid to worry his dad, and since his mom wasn't here anymore… well. He was used to going at it alone. Having Blaine pay for him, open doors for him – even compliment him… It was nice.

"What do you want to do now? Ice cream?" Blaine asked when they were seated in the car again.

"Oh god, I don't think I'll ever be able to eat again," Kurt whined and tightened his arms around his stomach. He'd eaten way too much, but there hadn't been any weird looks thrown their way and that was a first for Kurt, and Blaine had been so charming and walked into the restaurant all 'table for Anderson' and Kurt may have swooned a little because he was on a date with Blaine freaking Anderson and nobody was looking at his tail or ears.

"You did eat a whole cheese cake," Blaine laughed as he drove out of the parking lot.

"I did not! You had some too!"

"Yea, like a single bite. I was afraid you'd set your claws in me at one point."

"Set my – I would never – I don't have claws!"

"Sure you don't."

"I don't! Not everything about me is cat, you know."

"No but kitty got claws, I just know it," Blaine said with a wink and laughed when Kurt punched his shoulder.

"I'll show you claws," Kurt mumbled.

"So no ice cream then?" The curly haired boy asked to get back on track.

"It's a lovely idea, but I really can't anymore. And my curfew is soon, so…" The brunette trailed off, slightly sad. If only he didn't have a curfew, maybe he could go home with Blaine and – watch. a. movie. His head was nearing the gutter, so maybe going home wasn't the worst thing to do.

"It's fine. We'll get ice cream next time."

"Next time?" Kurt hoped his voice didn't betray how much he'd been hoping for Blaine to ask him out again.

"Yea; you can come over and we'll watch a movie and eat ice cream or something."

"I'd like that."

The car ride home to the Hummels' was spent in mostly silence, but it was comfortable and Kurt enjoyed listening to Blaine hum along to the radio. When they reached the house, Blaine stepped out of the car with Kurt to follow him to the door. The gesture made butterflies move in the brunette's stomach. They said their goodnights, but just as Kurt was about to open the door, Blaine stopped him.

"Wait. There's something you owe me."

"What is it?"

Blaine stepped closer and grabbed Kurt's collar to pull him forward to smash their lips together. First date kisses were supposed to be sweet and gentle, but Kurt found himself pressing his entire body to Blaine's while opening his mouth for the other boy's tongue.

"Okay," Kurt mumbled breathlessly when their lips separated.

"Okay what?" Blaine laughed.

"Okay, it's a Blaine thing."

"I knew it." And he surged in for another kiss.