A/N: Okay, so a long time ago, AprilShowers87 requested Kurt and Blaine's first date. And here it is! Enjoy, leave prompts! 3


"So. For Saturday night, I was thinking we could watch 'When Harry Met Sally', you know, for obvious reasons, I know we said we'd watch a m-"

"Blaine?" Kurt interrupted, clutching his phone tightly to his ear and twisting his fingers in the soft fabric of his sheets. He heard Blaine exhale through the phone and bit his lip nervously.

"Yeah?"

"Could we maybe not do a movie this Saturday?" Kurt replied hesitantly.

"Oh. Uh yeah. Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed, it's just- I didn't- sorry. I- yeah. We, we don't have to if you, you know, have plans." Blaine was stumbling over his words, it was a nice change from the usual dapper, calmness he portrayed and Kurt found it incredibly endearing.

In fact, his feelings for Blaine seemed to have multiplied tenfold since the kiss a couple of hours ago. The second, third and fourth kiss also played a part, not to mention the hour they spent kissing till Kurt lost count and the two hour drive home that Kurt used to replay everything in his head.

A lot of it was overwhelming but he was sure of one thing; he wanted to go on a date with Blaine. A proper, honest to God date. Not just the casual dinners or lunches they had gone on before, not a movie as friends, not a trip to the bookstore in search of the latest Vogue. Kurt wanted a date.

"Blaine, relax, you know I love Saturday movie nights." For so long, Saturday movie nights were their nights; Kurt spent the whole week looking forward to them. He always came home for Friday night dinners and to spend the weekend in his own room as opposed to the dorm room he endured for the entire week and Blaine always came over on Saturday for a movie.

"But?" Blaine replied softly; he sounded tentative and Kurt wanted nothing more than to gather him in his arms and hug him.

"I just- I want to take you out on a date."

Kurt's request was met with silence and for a second he thought the call had disconnected. "Blaine?" He asked after glancing at his phone to see the call seconds ticking. "Do you…not want to go on a date with me?"

"No! No that's not it all. God, of course, I want to go on a date with you I just… didn't think- I…Well, we sort of did this backwards so I didn't know what to expect."

"So you're going to let me take you out? On a proper date?"

"Kurt. I'd love it."

Kurt exhaled shakily, the tension in his body ebbing away slowly and he relaxed back against his pillows. "Okay, great. I'll pick you up at eight."

"Perfect. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Absolutely. Goodnight, Blaine."

"Sweet dreams, Kurt."

Kurt grinned as he ended the call, reaching for the nearest pillow and burying his face in it.

Kurt was fussing with his hair when there was a knock on his door. "Yeah?" He called out, eyes still trained on his reflection in the mirror as he prodded locks of hair into place. The door cracked open and Carole stuck her head past it.

"Should I set a place at the table for Blaine?"

Kurt tore his eyes away from his hair to catch Carole's eye in the mirror. "No, he's not coming tonight."

"What?" Carole said, her face falling. It was no secret that Carole had a soft spot for Blaine. "I made those cookies he likes so much!"

"We're going on a date." Kurt explained, averting his eyes back to his own reflection and biting back a smile.

"Oh, Kurt." The excitement was back in a flash. Carole swung the door open all the way and practically danced into his room, beaming widely. "That's wonderful, sweetheart."

Kurt could feel the blush creep up his collar and tint his cheeks pink; he had been rather terrible at hiding his blatant crush on Blain, Carole had dropped hints for weeks and he had stubbornly denied them all, insisting that they were friends.

"Well go on, you don't want to keep the boy waiting!" Carole said, nudging him slightly towards the door. Kurt laughed loudly and took one last look in the mirror to insure everything was in place before he picked up his jacket and turned to Carole. "I uh, did tell my dad but could you make sure he doesn't work himself up over it? It's terrible for his heart."

"Yes! Go. Have fun. Tell Blaine I say hi."

Kurt- 7:59 PM

Almost there! :)

Blaine- 7:59 PM

Don't text and drive! I'll be out in a sec. xxx

Kurt grinned as he dropped his phone back into the cup-holder and turned into Blaine's street. They both stayed in dorms at Dalton during the week but Kurt went home every weekend and Blaine chose depending on his mood, apparently this weekend he had wanted to be at home. But Blaine was usually the one coming over, in fact Kurt had yet to enter Blaine's house and only glimpsed it from the outside the couple of times he'd given Blaine a ride so remembering which house was his would be hard.

Unless Blaine was outside waiting for him. Which he was. As soon as Kurt spotted his boyfriend (holy wow he had a boyfriend) his heart skipped a beat, a smile already stretching across his lips. It wasn't until he pulled up, Blaine now illuminated by his headlights, that the smile slid off Kurt's face. He switched the car to park and almost tumbled out in his haste to make it out before Blaine got in.

"What're you wearing?" Kurt asked, his arms crossed across his chest, eyebrows both quirked at Blaine.

Blaine, the literal representation of a deer caught in headlights (minus the being a deer part), looked down at his clothes self consciously. "Umm. My Dalton uniform?"

"Absolutely not. No. Blaine!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Kurt. But I didn't know what to wear and then I asked Wes and he said to be myself and he was with some of the other Warblers and Nick said that I'm most confident when I'm in my uniform and Thad said I looked good in the blazer and Jeff said you only liked me because of the blazer and then Trent was going to say something but the phone died and I didn-"

"Blaine." Kurt said cutting off the Blaine's rather endearing ramble. Blaine had his gaze fixed on the floor, his hands patting down the front of the blazer nervously.

"I don't do this very often." He murmured, finally dragging his gaze up to lock eyes with Kurt. He gave a breathless, empty laugh. "I don't do this at all."

Kurt sighed softly, dropping his arms and treading slowly towards Blaine. He reached over to take Blaine's hands in his own, lacing their fingers together and squeezing softly. "Believe it or not, neither do I." Kurt said, catching Blaine's eyes and grinning slightly. "And although you look charmingly dapper in the blazer, I would like to go on our first official date in something that's a little more you."

Blaine smiled up at Kurt and nodded. "Okay. Give me a couple of minutes to change?"

"Absolutely."

And with a final squeeze of their interlaced fingers, Blaine turned to go back into his house only to be stopped when he was at the door by Kurt calling out to him. "And Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Pick a cute bow tie."

Not even the distance or the darkness could dim the blinding smile Kurt received.

"Fancy." Blaine remarked smoothly only to blush profusely moments later when Kurt pulled his chair out for him trying not to giggle when Blaine almost tripped over himself taking his seat.

The first time Kurt felt something nudge his foot, he ignored it.

The second time, the nudge was a bit more insistent and when Kurt looked up Blaine was still studying the menu closely though his cheeks were slightly pink, his eyelashes casting soft shadows across them. The edges of his eyes were crinkled up very slightly with the hint of a smile hidden by his menu.

Kurt grinned widely and turned back to his menu, nudging Blaine's foot back.

"This is the best pasta in the world."

Blaine laughed softly. "Yeah?"

Kurt nodded enthusiastically, spearing another piece of ravioli and slipping it into his mouth delicately. "So good." He murmured, closing his eyes and biting back a moan. "You have to try it."

Blaine shook his head politely. "I've got more than enough on my plate, thanks." He said, pointing at the pizza he had ordered.

"No Blaine, you will regret this for the rest of your life." Kurt insisted, spearing a piece for Blaine and holding it out to him.

And who the hell would look at Kurt, all hopeful smile and bright blue eyes and perfectly coiffed hair and the hint of white pasta sauce staining the edge of his mouth that Blaine was trying really hard not to lean over and lick off, and say no?

So he wrapped his lips around Kurt's offered fork and slipped the ravioli into his mouth, not bothering to stifle his moan as he chewed.

"Split a dessert with me."

"Absolutely not."

"Kurt, please."

"Blaine I'm completely stuffed I really can't."

"Please please? We'll get the cheesecake, I promise."

Kurt sighed in defeat. Blaine gave an adorable, full body wiggle of joy.

Kurt would let him think it was the cheesecake that convinced him. There was no need for Blaine to know just how much of a sucker Kurt was for his kicked puppy expression just yet.

"I'm not letting you pay." Blaine said, unwilling to relinquish his firm grip on the check booklet.

Kurt tugged on the other end insistingly. "Blaine, I asked you on this date. I am paying."

"No you drove. Let me pay."

"Blaine, let go. I'm paying."

"Kurt." Blaine said, narrowing his eyes at Kurt from across the table, fingers white at the knuckles from his tight grip.

"Look, you'll pay next time, okay?"

And Blaine, caught completely by surprise at the prospect of another date, accidentally slackened his hold. Kurt immediately seized the booklet and tugged it towards him. "There's going to be another date?"

"Of course there is." Kurt scoffed, slipping his card in besides the check and waving down the waiter. "And you can pay then."

"What about the date after that?"

"We'll split it." Kurt answered with a shrug and a wide smile.

"Thank you for humoring me. I know we didn't really do this in order but I really enjoyed our first official date."

"Kurt thank you. It was perfect."

Kurt turned off the ignition and smiled brightly at Blaine. "Come on, I'll walk you to your door."

Blaine grinned and slipped out of the car and taking Kurt's outstretched hand and following him up the driveway and onto the porch. When they reached the front door, Kurt turned to Blaine, blue eyes twinkling brightly as they flitted across his boyfriend's face, drinking him in.

"A really good choice of bow tie." Kurt remarked, reaching up to straighten the purple bow tie, his hands resting against Blaine's chest longer than necessary and then sweeping quickly down his sides before Kurt shoved them into the pockets of his jacket. Blaine barely suppressed a shiver. He felt himself lean towards Kurt, his gaze flickering back and forth between soft red lips and brilliant blue eyes. "Good night, Blaine." Kurt murmured, grinning softly as he reached out to pull Blaine into his arms for a quick hug.

When he pulled back, Kurt flashed a parting smile and started turning away when Blaine's hand shot out and grabbed at his arm. "Yes?" He asked, turning back to Blaine and quirking an eyebrow.

"Uh. I- Aren't you going to kiss me?" Blaine asked, flustered and blushing, his gaze drifting once again to Kurt's lips hopefully.

"Do I look like someone who kisses on the first date?" Kurt asked, the corner of his moth lifting up in a smirk.

Blaine stared at Kurt. "What. Kurt we made out for an hour yesterday."

"Yes well this is our first date and I don't kiss on the first date."

Blaine gaped slightly before shaking his head. "Okay. Um, what about second dates?"

"Perhaps."

"What're you doing for brunch tomorrow?" Blaine asked immediately.

Kurt laughed. The kind of laugh that left him pink cheeked and flushed, eyes crinkly. The laugh Blaine adored and he suddenly he didn't even care that he wasn't getting a goodnight kiss.

"Goodnight Blaine." Kurt said, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on Blaine's cheek leaving him with a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Call me when you get home?"

"Of course." Kurt answered, grinning over his shoulder at Blaine as he walked towards his car. Blaine watched his hips sway, thankful that Kurt was too far to hear the soft, strangled noise he made in the back of his throat.

Blaine- 11:11 PM

You're amazing xx

Kurt- 11:11 PM

You're not so bad yourself. Now go to bed, we have a brunch date tomorrow :)

Blaine- 11:12 PM

xxxXXXXX!


A/N: I'm also starting a 30 Days of Writing meme, basically a drabble a day. They won't all be posted here so if you're interested head on over to my Tumblr, they'll all be there. [cuddlemeup . tumblr . com]