Very long A/N (sorry! Skip it if you don't care.) I'd like to personally thank fellow reviewers MrsDarrenCriss3, JGgirl, Wolf Princess girl, Gleek98 and hott1995! I'm almost hitting 60 followers and I now have 30 reviews! *jumps for joy*

TO ALL READERS: I have to stress out that Blaine is an ex-alcoholic which means that he had problems with alcohol years prior to the events of this story; unfortunately I misused the term and so I apologize if I have confused you guys. But Blaine's past alcoholism will somehow play a part in the story. =O

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Chapter 9:: An Honourable Date

Kurt Hummel gasped when Blaine chose to drive his Audi to the restaurant. He had seen the car rest lifelessly in the little carpark of his mansion but he simply brushed it off, thinking that it must have belonged to Finn at least. As he made himself comfortable in the front passenger seat, nestling into the luxurious leather of it, he turned to see Blaine starting up the engine with his two hands now firmly on the steering wheel.

"You ready?" Blaine turned to him, a playful smirk on his face.

Kurt simply nodded eagerly, buckling up his seatbelt albeit unable to form any audible words. He was speechless. He was about to go out on his first date with Blaine and he was shaking with excitement. He was glad that they were a couple now after having struggled to keep his composure whenever Blaine was nearby because all he could think of then was grabbing the bodyguard and kissing him until his knees buckle. Kurt smiled to himself, not believing that they had shared their first kisses in the gardens, of all places.

Seeing it as the most romantic spot in his house, Kurt would never look at the one bench the same way he did before as they had sat on it while they kissed. The bench wasn't merely just another structure of wood, tucked away silently in the beauty of the gardens. It would now be the very special place where Kurt and Blaine's relationship began.

"Everything all right there, sweetie?" Blaine asked worriedly, noticing that Kurt has been silent throughout their journey as he turned the car into another street, finally entering New York City.

Kurt swooned at the pet name and he turned to his bodyguard, pushing all of his thoughts aside. "I'm fine. I'm just excited about our date, that's all."

He heard Blaine chuckle and he lifted his hand to turn the radio on, eager to ease the tension between them with some music. As soon as Kurt activated the radio, Katy Perry's song "Teenage Dream" came on. Oh my goodness, this was the song Blaine sang when we went to White Chocolate a few days ago.

Blaine's eyes widened as the song began, "Hey, I sang this song to you a few days ago, you know? When we visited your friends... Mercedes and Sam, right?"

"Yeah, you did." Kurt replied but he couldn't help but ask, "You sang this song to me?"

Blaine blushed as his cheeks grew red, grateful that it was night-time so that Kurt wouldn't see them. "I did actually," he turned to the singer and grinned. "I don't regret it one bit."

Flattered, Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's and gave a gentle squeeze but he let go when Blaine had to make a right turn. Just then, the first chorus of the song came on and Kurt froze when Blaine began singing along harmoniously, subtly beckoning for Kurt to join him. He hesitated before giving in when the bodyguard flashed him a flirtatious wink and soon, the two were belting out the lyrics in perfect sync.

How did I get so lucky? Kurt asked himself and the song finally drew into a close, "Now I know why you were the lead singer of the Warblers. Your voice is so amazing and beautiful."

Blaine chuckled, "Thank you. But I'm nowhere near as phenomenal as you, Kurt. You have a voice that is so mesmerizing that I can't even describe it. When's your next album coming out, by the way?" He desperately wanted to extract some details and information as Kurt has not announced anything about his upcoming album which he has been working on for several months now.

But the countertenor shook his head, "Nah-ah. I'm not telling you anything."

Still keeping his head on the road, Blaine let out an audible gasp, "Why can't you tell me? I'm here to protect you. Don't you think that I deserve to know at least something about your new album?"

"Don't you think that's ironic? You won't even tell me where we're going right now." Kurt said as-a-matter-of-factly, giggling.

"Touché," Blaine grinned as he pulled up to a parking lot and shutting the engine off altogether. "We're here already?" Kurt asked, looking around for any sign of a restaurant.

"Well, I have to park a couple of blocks away in case the paparazzi's around. The restaurant is nearby so we can just quickly walk over with our heads down so that no one can recognize us."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "I never thought that you could be that clever, Anderson."

Blaine narrowed his eyes, "What did you just say, Hummel?" After unfastening his seatbelt, he leaned over the gear shift and pulled Kurt in by his collar. The singer gasped at Blaine's dark smirk and the bodyguard began tickling him in the side.

Angered that Blaine will forever know his one weakness, Kurt cursed at him, trying so desperately to squirm his out as he turned to open the door but Blaine pulled him back in, "Oh you're not going anywhere."

"Stop, Blaine. Just please st-stop..." Kurt giggled. "No! Blaine, stop!"

But the bodyguard didn't relent and he let out an evil laugh, "Say that you surrender, Kurt. Say it!"

"Never!" Kurt retaliated as he used all of his strength to push Blaine back. Blaine was muscular and very strong and so when he found himself being shoved back into his seat, his eyes widened in surprise. In the driver's seat, he grinned when he pressed the 'lock doors' button and he laughed when Kurt struggled to push his door open.

"Damn it, why can't this door open?" Kurt clenched his fists and when he swerved around to see his bodyguard smirking, he stopped in his tracks.

"You can't escape me, Kurt. Now say it," Blaine grabbed Kurt wrists and held onto them; Kurt struggled to break free but as usual, Blaine's grip was too strong. "Say it, Kurt."

"Okay, fine. I surrender!" Kurt looked like he was about to snap and Blaine finally let go with a chuckle. "That's a good boy," Blaine smiled.

"You're lucky that I like you, Anderson." Kurt gave him a death stare as if he was about to obliterate the hazel-eyed man altogether. But the fact that Blaine was so superior and dominant in terms of strength really turned him on. So, he grabbed Blaine for a passionate kiss. The bodyguard was taken aback at first but he closed his eyes as he cupped Kurt's face; the singer moaned and eventually, the kiss became hungry and desperate with the two causing the car to rock back and forth, their lips never leaving each other.

But Blaine had to pull back and Kurt whimpered at the loss of Blaine's delicious lips on his, "As much as I want to stay here and continue making out with you, I believe that we have a date that we're going to be late for."

"Okay, let's go." Kurt smiled, both men stepped out of the car and they linked arms, quickly heading for the restaurant so that no one could recognize them.

...

"Blaine, this place is..." Aghast, Kurt swore that he had just lost his ability to speak. The restaurant before him was filled up with many customers who were all engaged in their own individual conversations as they were seated in an ocean of lavish leather seats and tables. Kurt took the time to admire the decor and atmosphere within the restaurant which was very calm, urban and yet romantic.

"I hope you like Italian food," Blaine flashed him a flirtatious smile as he motioned for the counter where a leggy woman was leaning against. "I made a reservation for Anderson," he made sure to not include Kurt's last name in an ongoing attempt to remain anonymous but Blaine couldn't stop but mentally gush at how adorable the name 'Hummel-Anderson' would have sounded.

"Ah yes," the brunette woman replied as she checked for their reservation on a fairly-sized computer screen on the counter. Grabbing two menus, she straightened herself and began to direct them to their private and secluded dining room. Kurt was eyeing the lady very carefully as he glanced to see that she was rocking her hips as she led them on. Disgusted, he was glad to notice that Blaine wasn't paying much attention to her and once they've arrived at their room, Kurt was elated to see the waitress finally leave.

Automatically, Blaine walked over to Kurt and pulled up his chair. The singer thanked him for being such a gentleman and he sat down. All thoughts about the waitress were long gone now as the countertenor watched Blaine seat himself down.

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Kurt?" Blaine queried and Kurt gasped, believing for a second that he had just read his mind.

"N-no, I don't know what you're talking about." Kurt avoided Blaine's gaze, folding his arms with a disgruntled huff.

Blaine's eyes widened, "Oh my goodness, you are jealous."

"You know what, can we just forget about it." Kurt looked like he was about to strangle someone and Blaine decided to back off.

"Okay okay," Blaine chuckled. "But I have to say I was flattered a little bit."

Kurt gaped at him, dumbfounded. "You were flattered by her?"

"No," he shook his head and laughed. "I was flattered by you. It shows that you really want to have me all for yourself."

"Such an attention whore," Kurt gave him a 'are you serious' look.

The bodyguard bursted into a customary bout of laughter upon hearing Kurt's sulking and he decided to change subject.

"May I propose that we forget about this and move on with our date?"

"Yes please," Kurt smiled, clearing his throat to start over. "Okay, I have to say that aside from Lady Legs back there, this restaurant is so... wow. And I can't believe that we're still able to have dinner privately."

The bodyguard offered him a grateful smile, "I'm glad that you like it."

"But don't you think this is all a little bit too romantic? Because you told your friends that we're having dinner together as friends only?" Kurt gestured at the lit candles in the centre of their table.

"Hmmm, true. I mean we can just—"

"No, it's fine. I'm just overreacting..."

"Kurt, the reason why there are lit candles here is because my friends are probably still teasing about me having dinner with you. Let's just try to enjoy our night together, okay?"

Kurt hummed in agreement, "Okay. So what do you suggest?" He picked up the menu and his eyes hovered over the many meal choices available.

"Now, I recommend that you try either the tortellini or the beef lasagne. The food here is beyond amazing!"

"Blaine, I have to watch my weight. Anything here would go straight down to my hips." Kurt was struggling to find the perfect dish and when Blaine reached out to take his hand, he finally calmed down and exhaled.

"Kurt, don't worry. You look great and we could just share a spaghetti Bolognese together. If you want?"

Kurt laughed, "Like in the Lady and the Tramp?"

Blaine looked away, his cheeks burning red once more. "I'm just trying to be romantic, that's all."

"Hey, you don't have to impress me anymore, Blaine. I told you that last night already and I really like you," Kurt looked at the hazel-eyed man to get his point across. "But I'll take up on your offer and try the lasagne. It's been a while since I've eaten Italian."

Blaine looked up in surprise, "Seriously? Well you're in for a treat." He loved that Kurt just wanted him to be himself and not have to pretend to be someone else who seems to be perfect. He was nowhere near perfect but what could he say, he was simply a hopeless romantic.

As they heard footsteps trudging towards their room, the two men quickly pulled their hands back and when their two new waiters finally entered, Kurt's mouth dropped to the floor.

"Nick?! Jeff?! You're the ones who own this restaurant?" Kurt blurted out in disbelief albeit glad that Lady Legs wouldn't be serving them. All he could do was watch on as Blaine gave his friends fist bumps.

"Now that was the reaction I was hoping for," Blaine laughed and Kurt leaned forward against the table and gave him his death stare. "Anyway, why are you guys waiters since you own this place?"

Nick and Jeff cleared their throats in unison and Jeff stepped forward, "Well, we wanted to just be the ones to serve you guys. Not to mention, it's great to see that Blaine has finally found himself a man."

Kurt's eyes widened as he looked down at Blaine who was shaking his head, "Jesus, Jeff. Kurt and I are only friends! We're not dating."

Nick and Jeff scoffed at the same time, making Kurt frown in curiosity as to why they also do things at the exact same time. "Well, regardless. What can we get for you lovebirds?" Nick grinned, taking out a pen and pressing it against his mini-notepad to take Kurt and Blaine's orders.

Blaine tensed but he picked up his menu, "I'd like the spaghetti Bolognese and a Coke please."

"And I'll have the lasagne and some water," Kurt ordered and when they gave Nick and Jeff their menus, Blaine shooed them off.

Kurt laughed, "You must be very good friends with them, huh?"

"Yeah, my friends and my brother are all I have now." Blaine smiled as he took a napkin and began laying it over his lap with Kurt doing the same.

"I didn't know you have a brother," Kurt wondered, leaning forward against their table.

"Well, there are a lot of things that you still don't know about me. Cooper's my older brother and he and I are very close. He would always support me when I was growing up. When I was still struggling with my sexuality, Coop would defend me because my parents never liked the fact that I'm gay."

Kurt placed a hand under his own chin, drawn into Blaine's words and as he listened intently, his heart broke. "Your parents didn't like that you're gay? I'm so sorry, Blaine."

"Well actually they don't like that I'm gay." Blaine was looking down now, unable to meet Kurt's concerned gaze.

"Wait, they're still alive?" Kurt questioned. "I'm sorry, it's just that you never mentioned them."

"They're not my parents anymore." Blaine spat. "My father would always insult and criticize me but my mom was the worst. She just stood there and she didn't do anything to help me." His voice suddenly cracked and Kurt's heart shattered into a million pieces.

He took his bodyguard's hand and squeezed it tightly, "I wish I was there to help you back then."

Blaine gave him a sad smile, "Me too. But I was glad that Coop would always stand in my parents' way and stop them from further hurting me."

"He sounds like a really great guy. I really want to meet him one day," Kurt tried to look at the positive side.

"Yeah, you should. He lives down in Los Angeles right now and I haven't seen him in six months."

"Then, I think that both of us should visit him soon. I want to get to know him and thank him for always being by your side."

Blaine smiled and the two looked away when Nick returned with their drinks and complimentary appetizer which comprised of simply salted Italian breads. Kurt and Blaine thanked him and after receiving a wink from Nick, Blaine heaved a sigh of relief when the man left them alone again as he walked out.

"He's on to us," Kurt grinned. "Now tell me more about yourself."

Blaine then dove into his childhood and his high school years, telling Kurt of all the successes and fun he had with the Warblers. He still was shocked that he and Kurt had only lived 2 hours apart then and he gushed at how amazing it would have been if Kurt had transferred to Dalton. The two men began feasting on the breads and soon, Jeff finally arrived with their meals.

"So what's your alma mater?" Blaine asked, consuming a forkful of his spaghetti in between their conversation.

"New York University," Kurt replied. "I had been saving up for as long as I could remember and it finally paid off."

Blaine froze, dropping his fork onto his plate. "I was in Columbia!"

"Wow, that's an Ivy League university! Blaine, that's incredible!" Kurt blurted out. "But I can't even imagine why we seemed to be living right next to each other and that we still never met."

"I know but New York City is very huge."

They lapsed into conversation much more easily than Kurt expected as he felt bad for making Blaine bring up about his homophobic parents earlier. They shared their favourites (books, musicals, movies, songs and colours etc.), were impressed at the exceptional quality of their respective meals, learned more about each other's backgrounds, friends and families and Kurt criticized himself for missing out on Italian food as he savoured the lasagne before him. Kurt's over-exaggerated moans at how well the lasagne tasted made Blaine thankful that their table was obstructing the view of his southern regions.

As the date drew to a bittersweet conclusion, Blaine found himself arguing with Kurt on who should pay the bill.

"Blaine, don't worry. I can pay for this," Kurt was fumbling for his wallet but Blaine didn't allow it.

"Stop, Kurt. I'm the one who asked you to accompany me for dinner in the first place. And I'm going to pay for the both of us."

"But—"

"No buts, Kurt. I'm paying." Blaine said sternly as he retrieved his own wallet.

"Blaine..."

"Kurt..."

"Blaine!"

"Kurt!"

"As much as I love hearing the two of you arguing, may I please know who's going to be paying for this?" Nick asked cheekily, apparently Kurt and Blaine had forgotten that he had been standing by their table awkwardly the entire time.

"I am," Blaine exclaimed in the speed of lightning, not even giving Kurt a chance to say a word. As Nick went off with Blaine's credit card, Kurt looked at his bodyguard in awe.

"I had a great time tonight, Blaine. Thank you," Kurt beamed, grateful that their who-should-pay-the-bill fight is over.

"You're very welcome. And can I... can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything, Blaine." Kurt assured him.

"Do you like me?" Blaine asked, his head facing down.

"Of course!" Kurt was shocked at the question but at the same time, he found it incredibly adorable that Blaine couldn't look at him in the eye. "I wouldn't be here on a date with you if I didn't."

Blaine looked up and he gazed at Kurt's glowing blue eyes. He took a deep breath and swallowed.

"Kurt I... I really like you. A lot. And whenever I'm with you, I feel like I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not. Growing up, many people have rejected me and made fun of me just because I'm gay. And I am forever grateful that I finally met you. Look, I know that we've only known each other for a week now but I feel like I've known you forever. I'll always be there for you and I'll always be here to protect you. I promise that I'll always keep you safe and I don't care if there's a stalker out there who's out to hurt you but I won't let him. I won't let anyone hurt you. I won't, do you hear me?"

Kurt's heart stopped.

Blaine was on the verge of tears now and Kurt took both of his hands to comfort him, nodding.

"I don't regret the day I accepted this job to protect you. I don't regret the day I sang to you in front of your friends. And I don't regret the day I finally got to kiss you, Kurt." Tears streamed down Blaine's cheeks and Kurt found it incredibly hard to not kiss him. He wanted Blaine to say everything he needed to say and he was shocked to feel a tear trickle down his own cheek.

"I don't regret anything because I want to be with you. I want to be with you for as long as you'll let me. And I don't know if you feel the same way about me but... what I'm trying to say is, Kurt... will you do me the honour of becoming my boyfriend?"

His voice was cracked and strained, sounding a bit higher than usual as he asked the question. Kurt was crying now, his heart beating faster than ever and he couldn't believe that Blaine took the time to say his monologue before ending with that one question.

"You want to be with me?" Kurt choked in his tears.

"Yes," Blaine struggled in his speech but he fought on. "There is a moment when you say to yourself, 'oh there you are!'. And I've been looking for you forever." The two men continued to exchange an intense stare. "You move me, Kurt. You have no idea how much you mean to me and I can't stop thinking about you. So what do you think? Will you do me the honour of becoming my boyfriend?"

Blue looked at hazel and hazel looked at blue. The whole world stopped and Blaine was desperate for an answer.

"Yes," A genuine and legitimate smile appeared on Kurt's tear-stained face. "Oh my god, YES!"

The countertenor immediately stood up from his seat and walked over to Blaine's, pulling him up to his feet. The two stared at each other and Blaine was speechless now. He said yes!

"Come here," Kurt declared as he lunged at Blaine with his lips. Both men wrapped their arms around each other and they moaned loudly, not giving a care in the world. Grateful that there were no windows and that the door to their room was closed, Kurt took the risk of elongating the kiss by injecting all of his passion through his lips. The kiss was frantic and sloppy as they were still choking in their respective sobbing messes. As they pulled away, Blaine cupped Kurt's cheeks and rested his forehead against his, looking directly at his blue eyes.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Kurt." Blaine was panting and the two moved in for another liplock.

As the kiss concluded, they pulled away and waited for Nick to return with the credit card. As Nick trudged back in, he frowned as he observed the dried tears on the men's faces.

"You guys okay?" He interrogated.

"Yeah," Kurt replied with a genuine smile. "Blaine here was just telling me a sad story and it made the both of us cry."

Blaine chuckled and looked down; Nick looked at them warily before handing Blaine his credit card back. "Well, thank you for dining here tonight. I hope that we can all meet again soon to catch up. I'd love it if all the Warblers and New Directions can come together again."

"Will do," Blaine winked before he and Kurt said goodbye to Nick and waved at Jeff. Then, Kurt and Blaine walked out of the restaurant and ran for Blaine's car.

"Where are we going now?" Kurt wondered as he strapped in his seatbelt while Blaine started the car. "Do you want to spend the night with me at my house?" he asked, hoping that Kurt would say yes.

"Yes, I want to see your house." Kurt laid back in his seat as Blaine pulled out and began driving off into the streets of New York again. "Don't get your hopes up because my house is nowhere near as amazing as your mansion."

"Hey, I'm not going to judge, okay?" Kurt giggled. "But I didn't bring any extra clothes with me."

"Oh don't worry, I've got plenty of extra clothes at home." Blaine perked up, trying to not seem too forward.

"Are you implying that we're both the same size, Lonely Boy?" Kurt grinned, unable to resist calling Blaine by his nickname.

Blaine broke into a hysterical round of laughter upon hearing his nickname, "Be quiet, Kurt. I'm sure that you know what happens whenever you try to mock and insult me."

Now that abruptly made the countertenor shut his mouth, praying that Blaine wouldn't pull over and challenge him into another tickle fight right here in his car. Being the over-confident and snarky person, Kurt began to formulate a plan to find out about Blaine's one weakness. Surely, every human being has at least one and he isn't about to make Blaine the sole exception to that rule.

As they fell into comfortable silence, Kurt would find himself thinking about how his life has changed so much in a matter of a week. Sure, his stalker definitely still scares him but he was the one who brought him to Blaine. And now, they were boyfriends. Yes, if you stop and think about it... Kurt Hummel has had a pretty good week.

Up next: Kurt spends the night with Blaine at his house!

Did you love it? Did you hate it? I'd love to see your reactions and reviews to this chapter! Kurt and Blaine's date was incredibly hard to write because I didn't where to begin. Yes, Cooper's coming up soon and I couldn't help but add a little Niff there for fun. And Blaine's monologue was just brilliant, lovely and heart-warming! I'm proud of myself ;)