Forgive me for not updating! I'm getting awful at this! Hope you enjoy this chapter. I don't own Glee.


"Adam, hello. How are you?"

"I'm doing great. Who is this?"

He looked over at Blaine with a look of disgust. Before I had a chance to answer, Blaine held out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson. Nice to meet you."

Adam stared at his hand and laughed and then looked back at me, "What would you like to eat, darling?"

I sighed, but looked down at my menu.

"I'll have the chicken parmesan pasta."

I handed my menu to him quickly and stared at Blaine hoping he would order fast so we could be alone again.

"And what for you?"

"I'll have the same thing actually and can we get a glass of Chteau Margaux?"

Adam sneered at me before walking away and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"What is the deal with him?"

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "Can we please not talk about him? At least not right now?"

He nodded and rubbed his thumb along my palm.

I smiled, "That was a quite expensive wine you ordered."

He laughed, "It's my favorite. I hope you like it."

We got to talking about growing up and our families. Blaine had always wanted to be a fireman since that was what his dad was. His brother, Cooper, was a lawyer in Chicago and was married with twin girls aged four. His father wasn't as accepting of his sexuality as his mother was, but they got along okay. A few more minutes passed when Adam brought our food.

"Here is the food for the sex on a stick." and he set my plate down in front of me. "And here is for the other one." He set the plate down in front of Blaine who looked embarrassed. Adam turned to me, "Can I get you anything else, babe?"

"Ya, actually you can. You can get me a new waiter."

Adam laughed and touched my shoulder before I brushed him off, "No need dear. You just have to eat and then I will be back to get my money."

He walked off and I looked over at Blaine who was still looking down, "Blaine, are you alright?"

He looked up with a shy smile, "Yeah, everything's fine."

"Trust me, there is a reason I broke up with him. Let's just try to enjoy each other and the food so we can leave and go for a walk."

He nodded and began to eat slowly. We ate while he asked me what it was like growing up in Ohio. I told him about the bullying, Karofsky, glee club, and about my mom's death. I realized that he is the first guy I've ever dated that I've felt comfortable enough to talk to about my past. Besides Adam, I've only dated two other people and we didn't even make it to a third date. Something about Blaine was different. I felt more comfortable with him.

Adam came with the check and Blaine paid with his credit card. When Adam came back with Blaine's card, he slipped me a piece of paper and walked away smiling. I looked down and saw that he wrote his phone number with a smiley face. I sighed and ripped it up before throwing it on the table. I got up and grabbed Blaine's hand and headed for the door.


"So, even with the whole ex-boyfriend thing, did you have a good time tonight?"

Blaine and I were walking hand in hand through Central Park since the night was still young. He looked at me and I could tell he was worried about my response. I squeezed his hand and smiled.

"Trust me. I did. I know talking about ex-boyfriends on a first date isn't... common, but I think considering what happened at the restaurant I should probably just get it out."

He nodded and waited for me to begin. I looked around and spotted a bench so I pulled him over and we sat looking at each other.

"Adam and I went on three dates. On the third date he walked me back to my place and I invited him in for a drink. We sat on my couch and drank some wine and then he started to kiss me. I was fine with it at first until he wanted more. I tried pushing him away, but he wouldn't budge. Finally I got him off of me and he started screaming at me. When I told him I wasn't ready he hit me."

Blaine gasped and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I rested my head against him and continued, "I was in complete shock. I just stared at him. Then he tried to kiss me again so I pushed him away even harder. He punched me again and that's when my roommate Rachel came home. She threatened to call the cops so he left. I changed my phone number so he wouldn't call me anymore. I would have moved so he wouldn't know where I lived, but we couldn't afford that."

I finally looked up to meet Blaine's eye when he wiped his thumb across my cheek. It was then that I realized I had been crying.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt. I had no idea. Did you ever call the police? Get a restraining order?"

"No I was afraid of what he would do."

He hugged my tight and my face was pressed against his neck. God he smelled good. It's probably way too early to be thinking this, but it felt good to be held by him. He had strong arms, and held me tightly, but everything about it was so gentle and caring. It was the best hug I've ever had. I pulled away to see a big wet spot on his shirt.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I've ruined this date! You're shirt is wet and I've been crying... God I'm crying tonight and I was crying before we danced in the bar. I promise you I don't cry every day."

He smiled and god he was gorgeous, "You didn't ruin this date, Kurt. To be honest, this is the best first date I've ever had."

I laughed, "Then you must have dated pretty awful people if me crying on the first date beats the others."

We both laughed and sat there. I looked around to see other people walking. An old couple that looked like they had been married for forty years and still smiling at each other like they had just said "I love you" for the first time, one guy by himself with his iPod, two teens biking past. This is why I love New York. The city that never sleeps. Even with all the bad things that's happened to me, I would never go back to Lima. I looked back over to Blaine to see him staring at me. He smiled and blushed when I caught him, but didn't look away.

I put my hand on his cheek and rubbed my thumb along his chin. He licked his lips and looked down at mine. Then he stared into my eyes and leaned closer to me. I met him in the middle and kissed him softly on the lips. They were soft, plump, and fit perfectly against my own. I heard him take a breath through his nose before I felt a hand on the back of my neck. I licked his lower lip and was instantly granted access. As soon as my tongue slid against his I felt chills down my back and his hand tighten against my neck. Hours could have passed and neither of us would have noticed. He licked along my teeth and I let out an embarrassing high pitched whimper before I pulled back. His lips started to chase mine before he realized I stopped and then he opened his eyes and his pupils were blown. He looked absolutely breathtaking.

"Thank you."

He smiled, "For what?"

"Everything. The dance at the bar, for walking me home that night, the date tonight, for not being scared off by my story... and for the kiss."

"Kurt, nothing that happened with Adam was your fault. And you don't need to thank me for the rest. It was my pleasure. Especially the kiss."

I blushed and he laughed. I lightly punched him in the arm before I kissed him again.