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Over the next week it started to get warmer and shorts and sunglasses were being whacked out as the sun gleamed in the cloudless sky. On Friday Kathy came into work wearing a tiny miniskirt, which was completely hidden by her apron, and a mustard yellow camisole. Her sandals smacked the floor as she walked around the diner, swaying her hips and trying her best to look alluring to any young male walking through the door.

"I need a boyfriend, Kurt," grumbled Kathy, resting her elbows on the counter as Kurt loaded drinks onto a tray. "Someone who's gonna like, hold my hand even though it's all sweaty and snog the living daylights outta me in public."

"How romantic," snorted Kurt, walking over to a table to serve the drinks.

"I'm serious. I hate being single, it sucks," she continued as Kurt returned.

"There are worse things in life, Kathy," sighed Kurt with an eyeroll.

"Like what?" retorted Kathy, a sour look on her face.

"Poverty? War? That top?" suggested Kurt and Kathy looked affronted. It was that moment that Blaine strolled into the shop, wearing a loose shirt and jeans, pink sunglasses push up on top of his curly hair.

"Where's Jeff?" asked Kathy, perking up and looking around Blaine.

"Uh, they've decided to buy sandwiches and eat in the park. Taking advantage of the sunshine," replied Blaine with a grin, walking up to the counter.

"Oh," mumbled Kathy, looking disappointed. "How come you ain't joining them?"

"Well, I err, came to see Kurt," explained Blaine, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Dude," whispered Kathy to Kurt, "I think he fancies you."

Kurt spluttered slightly and Blaine turned rather pink. "What? I mean...err..." floundered Kurt, fully aware of how ridiculous he sounded. "Blaine's my friend and we hang out sometimes," said Kurt, regaining control over his voice.

"Whatever," snorted Kathy, who then strolled away, no doubt to spend her lunch time with the boys in the park.

"Hey," said Blaine, sounding rather nervous.

"Hi, are you okay?" asked Kurt, noting his sudden shyness.

"Yeah, I'm great...uhm, I was just...er..." he stumbled over his words.

"What's wrong, Blaine?" Kurt watched, slightly amused, as Blaine rubbed the back of his neck again, avoiding Kurt's eyes.

"What...err, what are you doing this evening?" he eventually got out.

"This evening?" repeated Kurt, his heart thumping in his chest.

"Yeah, uhm...yeah."

"Er...well, nothing exciting," said Kurt carefully, forcing himself not to get his hopes up for what Blaine was going to say next.

"Well, I was wondering..." Blaine took a deep breath then said rather quickly. "I was wondering if maybe you'd want to do something for dinner." Red splashed across the man's cheeks as he glanced into Kurt's eyes.

"Like...like a date?" asked Kurt slowly and quietly, eyes wide.

"Only i-if you want it to be," rushed out Blaine. "I totally understand if that's not what you want, or if it's too soon. And I get that you have Matthew and he's obviously your priority and if you want me to go away right now, I will, or if you just want to stay friends, that's totally fine too. I just..." Blaine's rushed words came to a sudden stop. "I really like you, Kurt." His chocolate eyes stared into Kurt's sky blue ones, pink still blotching his cheeks.

"Yeah," breathed Kurt, nodding.

"Is...that a yes to..."

"Yes, I'd like it to be a...date," said Kurt, fumbling embarrassingly over the last word.

"Really?" Blaine's smile looked ready to split his face in half. When Kurt nodded, a wide smile on his own face, Blaine clasped his hands together and bounced slightly on the balls of his feet. Kurt ducked his head to hide the blush.

"Okay," said Blaine, still grinning and nodding absentmindedly. "Great. Uhm...do you want to go out? I know this adorable little Italian restaurant, or you could come over and I'll cook? Which might be easier...you know, cos of Matthew."

"Oh, uhm," Kurt stuttered, delighted that Blaine thought of Matthew. "I'll check to see if my dad and stepmother can take him for the evening and...I'll call you?"

"Yeah, okay," agreed Blaine. "If that's alright..."

"Of course," promised Kurt, pulling out his notebook and pen. "Could I get your number?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah, sure. That would make sense, huh?" chuckled Blaine with pink cheeks. He scribbled his number down, adding a smiley face after it.

"Thank you," said Kurt with a shy smile, folding the paper carefully before slipping it into his trouser pocket.

"I need to go now...but I'll see you this evening?"

"Yeah," nodded Kurt, pressing his lips together in a delighted smile. Blaine gave a nervous little wave before disappearing out of the door. Kurt stared after him dreamily, biting his lip. He wasn't really sure what to feel in this situation, but the warm feeling in his chest was definitely not unpleasant.

"Er, excuse me, sir?" came a voice and Kurt blinked, shaking his head and realising there was a customer in front of him.

"Sorry, what?"


"Oh God," groaned Kurt as he stood in front of his wardrobe. Blaine had said smart, but not too smart. That part he didn't have much problem with, he had a selection of outfits for this kind of occasion, but the fact that it was Blaine who would be seeing his outfit after seeing him week after week in his work uniform was slightly nerve-wracking. He had considered calling Rachel, but she would have been more of a hindrance than a help in this situation.

Finally he decided on a dark purple shirt with black skinny jeans, winding his favourite thin scarf around his neck. The evening was still warm from the sun-filled day so he didn't wear his jacket, slinging it over his arm instead, in case it got chilly later on.

He took a final glance in the mirror, taking a deep breath to calm himself down, and slipping his phone, keys and wallet into the pocket of his jacket. He then sat on the sofa, waiting for Blaine to arrive as he crossed his legs and jiggled his foot.

"Okay, you can do this. Just be cool," muttered Kurt to himself. In all the baby books he had read, he had been told to talk aloud as often as possible around Matthew so he would pick up words, so he was in the habit of talking to himself even when he was alone.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and Kurt jumped slightly. He hurried over to the door and pulled it open to reveal Blaine, dressed in a colourful bow tie and shirt, jeans rolled up and dress shoes with no socks.

"Hey," he greeted, almost shyly.

"Hi, you look great," said Blaine, his nervousness from earlier definitely less as he grinned his usual cheerful grin at Kurt.

"Thanks, not so bad yourself," appraised Kurt with a smile and appreciative eyebrow raise.

"Uh, these," Blaine pulled out a simple, beautiful bouquet of flowers from behind his back, "are for you."

"Oh, Blaine..." Kurt accepted them with wide eyes. No one had ever given him flowers before.

"Sorry to be so cheesy," chuckled Blaine.

"Thank you," was all Kurt said, staring down at the petite petals of the pretty flowers. "Do you mind if I just quickly put them in some water?"

"No, not at all," grinned Blaine, following Kurt as he beckoned him into the apartment. Kurt realised he did not own a vase and pulled a tall glass from the cupboard.

"Sorry, I have nothing more glamorous to put them in," said Kurt as he carefully arranged the flowers.

"That's quite alright, next time I'll give you a vase with the flowers," declared Blaine with a wink and Kurt blushed at the thought of a next time.

"Shall we go?"

"Absolutely," agreed Blaine. "Would you be so kind as to accompany me?" He held out an arm for Kurt to take, and Kurt giggled as he lightly slipped his hand into the crook of the other man's elbow. Together they made their way out of Kurt's apartment, walking the shortish distance to the restaurant Blaine had chosen. Blaine opened and held the door open for a blushing Kurt, who hadn't had someone pay this much attention to him in...well, never.

The restaurant was warm and cosy, the light hanging over their booth cast a gentle glow over the two of them. Blaine walked him through the dishes on the menu with great enthusiasm, pointing out his favourites. Once they had both ordered and were waiting for their food, the topic of conversation lead to family.

"Well my dad's a bit of a workaholic, he spent most of my childhood in the office or travelling on business trips to other countries. But when I was sixteen he realised he needed to change and made a big effort to be there for me," explained Blaine.

"What happened to change his mind?" asked Kurt curiously.

"Uh...well I sort of...landed myself in hospital after these three guys beat me up at my prom," he chuckled humourlessly, twirling a finger round the rim of his glass.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry," gasped Kurt.

"Yeah...well, it made my dad see sense. Made him realise there were worse things than having a gay son," said Blaine, smiling up at Kurt. "Oh gosh, and then there are my brothers," laughed Blaine, shaking his head slightly.

"You have brothers?" Kurt asked in interest, cocking his head to one side.

"Yeah, two older brothers. They drive me insane," insisted Blaine, but Kurt could see the fondness in his eyes. "As the youngest I was always kind of babied by everyone else. Still am, really."

Kurt laughed, "That's why you act like you're about five most of the time."

"Hey!" retorted Blaine, smiling up and thanking the waitress as she set their plates down in front of them. "What about you? Care to tell me about the amazing people who raised such a wonderful son?"

Kurt smiled shyly at the compliment. "Well, there's my dad." Kurt smile widened. "I honestly couldn't have asked for a better father. He doesn't care enough for his own health, but he's great. It was just the two of us for a long time, my mother died when I was eight."

"Oh Kurt, that must have been hard," sympathised Blaine, reaching across the table to briefly squeeze Kurt's hand in his own and Kurt nearly lost his train of thought.

"Yeah...but we were okay, eventually. I guess it's nice that he understands what I'm going through, raising Matthew on my own. Well...not nice, but you know what I mean." Blaine nodded at Kurt's words. "And then when I was sixteen he met Carole, who's son was in the same year as me," explained Kurt, leaving out the embarrassing bits for another time. Maybe never. "And then they got married and I got to plan the wedding, which was fantastic by the way," he added.

"I'd expect nothing less, Mr. Hummel," chuckled Blaine. "So it's your dad, your stepmother, and your father? And Matthew of course."

"Yup."

"And your sister-in-law, right? Or would it be your step-sister-in-law?" laughed Blaine.

"Yeah...you remembered," grinned Kurt.

"Of course I did! How could I not?" he winked. Kurt didn't think he'd ever grinned so much in his life. "So how's the pasta?" inquired Blaine, munching on his lasagne.

"Delicious," sighed Kurt, taking another appreciative bite. Blaine looked pleased and sent Kurt an eye-crinkling smile.

As they were taking their last bites Kurt realised there was something that he needed to talk to Blaine about. He cleared his throat, pushing the last few bits of pasta around his plate.

"You know..." he started. "I haven't dated since Nathan...left."

"Kurt, if this is too soon, I will completely-"

"No, no," interrupted Kurt. "I just...want to explain a few things, I guess..."

Blaine looked at Kurt, brows furrowed with curiosity and a dash of worry.

"It's just...I didn't think I would again, now that I have Matthew." Kurt tried to figure out how to word what he wanted to say. "And I need to know whether you're...serious about this. And that you understand that I come as a package. That it's not just my life you're affecting, but Matthew's as well, although he's still quite young at the moment.

"And...you're saying all these things like, 'next time I'll give you a vase' and if you're implying that there will be next times...then I just...I just need to know that you're not going to suddenly leave..." Kurt trailed off, looking away from Blaine. "And I know that sounds really pathetic...but I don't think I could handle going through that again.

"So...if you're going to leave, I'd rather you did it sooner than later," he concluded, biting his lip.

"Oh, Kurt..." said Blaine softly, reaching out to clutch his hand again.

"I'm sorry to be so...difficult. But I really like you Blaine, I've never felt like this with anyone else, and I think it would break my heart if you lead me on only to leave me," he paused. "And this sounds way too intense for a first date, I'm sorry."

"Hey, look at me?" requested Blaine. Kurt turned his head to meet his eyes with the other man's. "Going along with the theme of too intense for a first date, I have no intention of leaving. Unless, of course, you want me to," assured Blaine. "I'd really like...to be there for you. And for Matthew. You are both too wonderful to let go."

"Okay," breathed Kurt, nodding and not retracting his hand from Blaine's. "But...would it be okay if we went slow?" Kurt blushed slightly. "This is wonderful...but it's also slightly scary..."

"Of course, Kurt, we can go as slow as you like. The fact that you even agreed to go on a date with me makes me happier than anything."

"Happier than when I give you a discount on the chocolate milkshake?" asked Kurt with a sly smile.

"Hmm...it's a close call, I'll give you that," teased Blaine with a wink. Kurt laughed squeezing Blaine's hand quickly before letting go as the waitress reappeared.

"Would you like the bill, gentlemen?" she asked, her rouged lips pulled into a friendly smile.

"Yes please," replied Blaine, smiling at the waitress, who then disappeared to retrieve their bill. Blaine pulled out his wallet and Kurt made a small noise of protest. "Don't even think about it," warned Blaine in amusement. "I asked you out, and therefore I shall be paying."

"Fine, but next time it's my turn," declared Kurt. Blaine grinned, agreeing.


"What time is it?" asked Kurt in a contented voice as they strolled back to Kurt's apartment, his hand resting in the crook of Blaine's elbow once again.

"Nine o'clock," replied Blaine, checking his watch. "Do you need to go pick Matthew up from your parents' house?"

"Yeah, they only live a short drive away though. Dad insisted I move somewhere close to him after Nathan left," explained Kurt, Blaine noticed his voice tightening whenever he mentioned Nathan, understandably. "Would you...maybe like to come too? It's not too late and you could meet my parents? Or is it too soon for that kind of thing?" frowned Kurt, not really know the proper protocol.

"I'd love to," replied Blaine, reassuring Kurt with a smile. "Wait...is your dad scary? Is he going to shoot me when he realises I'm dating his son?" At the word 'dating' Kurt felt a warmth flush through him that he was not used to yet.

"No," chuckled Kurt. "He's a little overprotective I guess...but he just wants me to be happy. And you definitely make me happy." The two shared a smile, glancing at each other as they approached Kurt's apartment.


Whoo...okay, longest chapter yet. =D And they went on a date! Their relationship is finally progressing!

I have a whole load of A Level exams coming up, so I apologise in advance if the next chapter isn't as speedily updated! Wish me luck? O.O

Thank you, beautiful readers. =)