A/N: I don't know what happened with this chapter, guys…

I sat down to write just this one sentence I had in my head and suddenly three hours of my life were gone and I had the whole chapter written. So um. Eh, I don't even know what to say.

It's some interaction between our boys, because… Apparently I can't plan out a chapter. They took over before I had even started figuring out what should happen. I promise (hopefully) we'll get to the weekend in the next chapter! Something good's gonna happen!

…Well, unless the boys decide to take over again. ENJOY!

Blaine walked out of the copy room with a smug smile on his lips.

So yea, he might have been a bit jealous, and he wasn't proud of that, but he wouldn't have changed it for anything in the world after seeing Kurt's reaction. He wasn't totally convinced that the brunette saw his jealousy as something hot, but it had certainly led to something hot, so it had all worked out fine.

He walked over to his desk to finish the article he was currently working on, when Kurt walked out of the copy room, looking as perfect as ever. But Blaine knew better. He knew that under that perfect mask was a panting man with the most delicious tongue… He didn't even know what he was doing before he standing in front of Kurt.

"Let's go out Saturday," he said with a smile and a raise of his eyebrow. Kurt looked up at him with a slightly surprised expression. "Since you clearly aren't gonna go out for lunch with me tomorrow," he added and his smile faltered just the tiniest bit.

"Um, I'd love to, but I can't," Kurt said apologetically; he really wanted to go out with Blaine, but he was not planning on inviting him to his childhood home to meet his family. Not yet at least.

"Why not?" Blaine asked. He thought he'd been sort of gentlemanly. He could've asked in a worse way at least.

"I'm going home for my brother's birthday," Kurt explained, figuring he didn't have to lie as long as Blaine didn't know that he'd originally been invited too.

"You have a brother? I thought-"

"Half-brother," he clarified. If he was ever going to bring Blaine home, he had to make sure that the other man knew he wasn't related to Finn by blood. Kurt loved the big lug, of course, but he didn't exactly need to be associated with him. Or his non-existent manners.

"Oh, right. Well."

"But I could do lunch. With you. Not tomorrow though, but Wednesday?" He suggested with a hopeful smile.

"Have a meeting with the old man," Blaine grumbled bitterly.

"Oh." Kurt mumbled, but then tried again. "Thursday?"

"Thursday," Blaine agreed with a smile. He had leaned over the table just to peck Kurt on the lips, he really had; he hadn't meant to hear the door to his father's office open, and he hadn't meant to sort of-accidently push his tongue against Kurt's lips.

"Blaine, what are you doing?" Kurt murmured a bit confused.

"What? First date is over, remember?" Blaine smirked and leaned in again.

"Yes, but- Blaine!" Kurt put his hands on Blaine's shoulders and pushed lightly. They had really only been on one date, and this was spinning a bit too fast for him to follow.

"What?"

"You-" He looked over the other man's shoulder to see Mr. Anderson just a few feet away. "You're doing this to provoke your dad?" He asked incredulously.

"Well…" Blaine trailed off guiltily. Lying to Kurt might not be the best to do right now, but he didn't really feel like telling the truth either. He had kissed Kurt because he felt like it - was it his fault that he could rile up his old man in the process?

"You bastard."

"What?" Blaine leaned further away. He really hadn't meant to make Kurt so angry. He'd excepted an angry Kurt to be kinda hot - which he was, of course - but the glare that was sent his way made him gulp nervously. And that didn't happen often to Blaine Anderson.

"You're not going to use me in a fight against your father," Kurt said sternly.

"I wasn't-"

"You were." He interjected calmly. "Now get off my desk, please."

"Babe, c'mon," Blaine tried but was interrupted once again.

"No." Kurt's voice left no room for argument, but Blaine felt like he should at least say something. He just didn't know what. So instead of saying anything he bit the inside of his lip and walked over to his desk; pointedly ignoring his father's hateful glare. He slumped into his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose before putting his reading glasses on. He'd become a lot more reliant on them the past few weeks. All this work was bad for his vision.

His eyes drifted from the paper in his hands to the brunette sitting at his own desk. He was mumbling to himself and didn't look all that happy. Blaine had screwed up. Again. He took a deep breath and sighed. He had to step up his game. Kurt wasn't easily wooed and he didn't really react to Blaine's advances the way everybody else did. It had been a long time since Blaine had actually liked someone enough to care about their feelings.

But he cared about Kurt. He cared more about him than he probably should after such a short time.

Blaine groaned and dropped his head to the table; making his glasses press uncomfortably into his nose. He could fix this. He just needed to say he was sorry. Explain that he had a strained relationship with his father, but he would promise not to do something so stupid again.

He knew that was what he was supposed to do.

So why couldn't he just move his ass over there and say it to Kurt's face?

xxx

Kurt looked over at Blaine when he heard the groan and the soft thump of his head hitting the desk. It looked like he was seriously beating himself up over this.

He should, Kurt thought bitterly. I'm not just some tool to get back at his dad.

Still, he kept looking at Blaine as the other man seemed to bang his head against the table. Kurt held back a little laugh. He might have overreacted a bit. Blaine wasn't the first gay man to provoke a homophobe. That the homophobe happened to be his own father wasn't technically his fault. Kurt had known what kind of person Blaine was, when he had agreed to go on a date with him.

He looked around quickly to see if the older Anderson was still there, but he had retreated to his private office, and then fished his phone out of his pocket before sending a text. He kept looking at Blaine as the other man slowly took his own phone out.

From Kurt:

If you keep hitting your head like that, you'll get permanent bumps. I don't date people with bumps on their foreheads.

Kurt saw Blaine's whole face light up and a soft smile made it to his lips; it may have been small, but it was the most genuine smile Kurt had ever seen on Blaine's face. He quickly schooled his expression and looked down when Blaine lifted his head to look at him. His phone buzzed next to him, but he took his time finishing what he was reading before unlocking his phone.

From Blaine:

But you date insensitive assholes?

Kurt held a hand up to his mouth to stop the snort from escaping his lips. At least Blaine had a sense of humor, even when he knew he was in trouble. And that really sounded like they were some kind of old married couple so Kurt quickly typed out a reply before he got further down that road of his mind.

From Kurt:

Apparently, yes. Is that your way of apologizing?

Kurt figured he could let him slip easily. But he really just wanted the words 'I'm sorry'. It didn't matter if they were only written. He knew from experience that Blaine wasn't good with the apologizing. Remember that night where Kurt stomped on Blaine's foot? Yea, Kurt remembered it too.

xx

From Blaine:

No, my way of apologizing is taking you out to a fancy dinner Thursday evening with an apology speech prepared.

Out of the corner of his eye Kurt saw Blaine look at him with his head tilted slightly to the side. It was obvious for anybody in the office who he was texting, but Blaine didn't care. He wanted to see Kurt's reaction to this one. He knew he'd stepped in it. And he knew he had to get his act together to be forgiven. He also knew that Kurt deserved more than an apology over a text message.

From Kurt:

I do love a good speech.

Blaine couldn't stop the grin that overtook his entire face. He hadn't grinned like that in a long time. And he'd kinda missed it. It was the kind of grin people had associated with Blaine planning things in his head a few years back when he'd been close to his friends. I'll show him a good speech, Blaine thought and remembered a time when he was one of those prep school boys who loved giving speeches. He could make use of those skills.

From Blaine:

Thursday at seven?

Since they had agreed on lunch, Blaine wasn't really all that hopeful. He could wait with the dinner, if Kurt didn't have time before after the weekend, but deep down he still hoped he could get this chance to woo Kurt for once. He hadn't exactly showed him his best sides yet. And he was determined to do just that. He wanted this thing with Kurt to last. It was like a fresh breath of air in his life; something he'd been missing for years.

From Kurt:

Will you bring the bike?

Blaine's eyebrows rose when he read this. He was pretty sure Kurt had yet to see his baby, and he didn't remember telling him about her. Blaine was proud of his Suzuki Ninja, but he'd thought that even the thought of riding it would scare Kurt off, so he hadn't mentioned it and instead brought his car to their date.

From Blaine:

How did you know I have a bike?

He didn't let his gaze wander from Kurt's face as the brunette read his text and he saw the blush settling there clearly. Oh. Maybe Kurt had been asking about him? Blaine knew that Mike and Kurt's friend with the great right hook was in fact together, but he really hadn't thought Kurt would ask her to ask Mike about him. He smirked smugly.

From Kurt:

I'm psychic.

The blush stayed where it was and Blaine had to bite down a laugh. He didn't want any unnecessary attention drawn to the two of them when they were so clearly ignoring the work they should be doing.

From Blaine:

Do you want me to bring the bike?

He tried to contain his grin, he really did. But then he saw the way Kurt's eyes lit up and really, could you blame him for smiling a little when Kurt looked like someone had just offered him a job at Vogue? At least that's what Blaine thought Kurt would look like if anyone did that. He'd have to ask Kurt if he actually read Vogue at all. Yet another thing to add onto his Need-to-know-about-Kurt-Hummel list. It was right there next to Does he top or bottom or maybe both? and How long will it be before he'll let me blow him? among others.

From Kurt:

Maybe.

Blaine quickly shook his head to clear it of the not-so-PG thoughts and concentrated on the task at hand. Because now there was a new thing to add to his Things-you-know-about-Kurt-Hummel list. And it was that Kurt Hummel in fact had a thing for bikes.

From Blaine:

Kurt Hummel has a motorcycle kink? I'll remember that.

This time their eyes actually met and Blaine threw Kurt a wink that made the brunette shake his head softly as if he was having a conversation with a small child. Blaine's grin only grew. Oh, he was so bringing his bike. She needed to get out for a run after so long in the garage anyhow.

xx

From Kurt:

Just pick me up at seven, insensitive asshole.

It was his way of reminding Blaine that he wasn't forgiven just because he had a bike and planned on taking Kurt out to dinner. Kurt was still mad. Slightly. Barely. Maybe more like insulted. Or a bit grumpy. It didn't matter, Blaine still wasn't totally forgiven! Yet, at least.

From Blaine:

Oh, already with the nicknames. I will, sweetheart.

So he might not be forgiven, but Kurt still couldn't stop the butterflies in his stomach from going crazy at the pet name. The only other person who ever called him sweetheart was Carole, but that didn't exactly have the same reaction. It would be weird if it did. He got lost in his thoughts then; thoughts of Carole leading to thoughts of his dad and then to the following weekend.

He looked up to see Blaine typing on his keyboard at a kind of intimidating speed. Kurt still had no idea why Blaine seemed to work so hard, if he hated his dad so much. His mother was dead after all, and he didn't really seem to enjoy the workload judging by the little groans of frustration that left his mouth.

"Hummel!" Belinda Crawford yelled and Kurt snapped out of his thoughts. "Where are those front pages I told you to re-design?" She stood in front of his desk with her arms crossed and Kurt was so close to just throwing a bitchy comment about her hair - who did she think she was kidding? Even a colorblind person could see that that color was not natural - into her face, but he refrained. He needed this job and if he didn't bite down his sassy comments, he wouldn't have it for much longer.

"They're right here," he sighed and handed her the pages he'd been working hard on the past few days. When he hadn't been busy thinking about or texting Blaine, of course.

"Hmm," Belinda hummed as she scanned over the pages quickly. "And the article on this winter's style?"

"Um, I didn't know I was supposed to-"

"You didn't know? It's your job to write these articles, how can you not know?" She spat at him. Kurt shrank back in his chair. He hated when people yelled at him. Not because he couldn't defend himself - he could! But if he wanted to keep his job he'd have to bite all his retorts back and sitting behind a desk and getting yelled at, like he was some kind of ignorant child, wasn't really his favorite thing.

"And another thing, this design is awful!" She said and slammed one of the pages down in front of him. He almost gasped; he'd worked on that particular design for days! "We can't-" But suddenly Belinda shut up and Kurt looked up to see Blaine standing right behind her. Apparently he had said something to make her stop talking, but Kurt hadn't heard it. He was too busy staring at his hard work under the fake, red nails on his desk.

"…written that article," Blaine said as he handed her a stack of papers and Kurt finally listened to the words coming out of his mouth. "It was my job; don't let your bad hair day fuck up other people's lives." Kurt's eyes grew. Had he just spoken like that to the Editor in Chief?

"Now listen here boy-" But Blaine interrupted her.

"It's Mr. Anderson to you, Mrs. Crawford. And in fact that particular design is just that kind of image the new issue is struggling to get, so would you kindly shut your Botox filled lips and get the hell out of my sight?" Blaine was smiling but his eyes were colder than Kurt had ever seen them.

Belinda clamped her lips shut and scoffed before storming away.

It took Kurt exactly five seconds to collapse over his desk in a fit of laughter. Blaine looked surprised for a moment before he smiled too - a real smile this time.

"What's so funny?" He asked when he felt like Kurt had laughed enough.

"Oh my God, I could kiss you, that was amazing!" Kurt giggled and wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye. He was about to speak again when he realized what he'd said. "Um. I mean…"

"You're welcome to," Blaine said with a slight smirk and leaned over the desk. Kurt looked from left to right but nobody was paying attention to them. And the fact that Blaine had presented his cheek for Kurt's kiss, had his resolve crumbling. Blaine looked like a child waiting for his reward. He'd even shut his eyes.

Kurt stood slightly and leaned a few inches closer until he could place a light peck on Blaine's cheek and then he sat down in his chair again. The look on Blaine's face was priceless and something he'd burn into his memory forever.

Blaine smiled big, showing all his white teeth, while he tilted his head to the side like some excited puppy. He really does look like a child, Kurt thought. When he smiles at least.

"Thank you," Kurt said with a smile of his own; not quite as big as Blaine's.

"For what?"

"For saving me like that," he explained while waving in the general direction of Belinda's office. "She can be a real bitch sometimes."

"Well, you are my damsel in distress after all," Blaine winked. "But seriously, she just likes picking on people, she's always been like that."

"Always? You've known her for long?" Kurt sat a little straighter in his seat. It wasn't often Blaine actually talked about himself.

"Yea, like, all my life," Blaine said with a shrug. "She's damn good at her job though, so it's not like we can actually just fire her bony ass."

Kurt listened with big eyes as Blaine spoke. It was the most he had ever heard him say about his past without locking his walls around himself. And the casual way he said 'we' made Kurt's mind go into overdrive. 'We' meant that Blaine had some kind of power over the company? 'We' meant that Blaine maybe even owned some of it?

"I meant it," Blaine said suddenly; snapping Kurt out of his thoughts.

"What?"

"About your design." He pointed to the forgotten page on Kurt's desk. "It's very… I dunno. Daring. I love what you did with the blue and the white. Blending them together like that makes the whole dynamic stand out so much more."

Kurt listened as Blaine kept talking about color combinations and model poses. He knew so much. And not just about writing - because Kurt had read his articles and they were good - but also about all the other things in the magazine. Suddenly Kurt understood why Blaine had been so insulted when he'd said that about the decoration of his club. Blaine clearly had an eye for color.

"Wow," was his only comment when Blaine finished speaking.

"What?" Blaine asked, a bit self-conscious.

"You just… Wow." Kurt couldn't even find words for what he was thinking, but when he saw Blaine squirming a bit, he cleared his throat. "I mean… For a guy with an asshole attitude you sure know a lot of stuff about colors, Blaine."

That made the curly haired man laugh. He'd heard it all before. People didn't think there was a brain behind his thick hair, but Blaine loved learning new things. He just didn't share with a lot of people, but he figured that it was safe with Kurt.

"Yea well, I am gay," he joked.

"There must be something wrong with you," Kurt decided out loud. Blaine stiffened slightly but tried to cover it up by crossing his arms in front of him.

"Oh?" He said and hoped his voice didn't break.

"Nobody has that good a color sense and still wear that," Kurt gestured to his clothes. Today he'd decided to wear his normal clothes for once, though he'd still plastered his hair down.

"What is with you and my clothes?"

"I'm gay too, Blaine, and that is just awful. I mean, how old are those jeans?" Kurt said with a frown.

"A few years," Blaine mumbled a little defensively. He'd never given a damn about what people thought of his clothes, but Kurt's piercing eyes were judging him so badly, he fidgeted a little on his feet.

"You know what this means?" The brunette said seriously and Blaine gulped. He'll dump me before our second date because of my clothes?

"It calls for some shopping!" Kurt exclaimed with a glint in his eyes. Blaine took a frightened step back. He hadn't seen Kurt smile that big before and it was freaking him slightly out.

"Um-" He tried but Kurt wasn't finished.

"What do you say we make a day out of it?" He asked. Blaine just looked at him, confused. "You know, our date? I'm off fairly early and we can go shopping and then eat dinner?"

Blaine just nodded, dumbfounded, and Kurt clapped his hands excitedly.

"It's a date!"

"It's a date…" The curly haired man repeated while he slowly made his way back to his desk.

What had he just gotten himself into?

A/N: Oh, and congrats to I Hate Mosquitoes for winning with the 103th review! I'm working on your one shot, sweetie :D ..And anyone else who wants to prompt a one shot and/or a longer story, just hit my inbox! School starts in August, so I have loads of free time!

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