Okay, here's the next chapter of my mess I like to call fic even if it's pretty clear that's not what this is :)

I own nada blah blah, Glee sucks blah blah, Klaine is endgame and you know, the works :)

To say Blaine wasn't giving up was an understatement.

Yeah, he knew now that Kurt had his number but hell, he had Kurt's number too. And if he wants to beat all those guys (yeah, so far he only knew bout Ian but he wasn't kidding himself, he knew men had to be flocking after Kurt) he needs to man up and call the man first!

And he will... As soon as he figures out what he's gonna say...Or do... Or where he's gonna take Kurt...Or how to figure out a way for the paparazzi to not be a third wheel on that date…You know, small stuff!

He also wanted it to be something different! Like... Pf, just different!

And he WILL think of something as soon as he gets out of these sweat pants and this ratty shirt. . Yes,

Step one: Look like a human again.

He was in rehearsal for past 3 hours and he was feeling great. He wasn't tired, surprisingly, cause everything was going great so far. This tour will KILL. He knew it!

Ok, step 2: Call Wendy.

Step three: Find a way to make Wendy NOT bite his head off.

Actually, scratch that. Make that one step 2. THEN call Wendy.

His PR was a sarcastic bitch that adored his ass. She had sharp tongue that could cut through steel and truth be told, she could handle anything. He met Wendy when they first moved to the town 5 years ago and she was his faithful companion ever since. The number of people she got fired cause they tried (emphasis on tried and not succeeded) to soil his good reputation was growing bigger by the minute.

So Wendy will find a place where they can be just the two of them. First official date.

It was wonderful outside and he decided to take a walk home. It wasn't that far and he really wasn't tired. So he put on his sunglasses and got outside.

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"I can't believe I'm outside looking like this." Kurt said as he pointed to his general persona. "I look homeless."

"

Oh yeah, I know many homeless people who wear 1200$ pair of sunglasses. Shut up, you look fine!" Quinn scolded him fondly and he sighed before he returned his face to the cupcake in his hand.

"These are delicious, by the way," he said.

"Yeah, for 8 bucks each, they better be." She smiled.

They were sitting in a park, on a bench, eating cupcakes, dressed in ratty clothes, much like hobos! One look at them and you would have never guessed these are two people with millions in their bank accounts. Quinn was his best friend, well his best friend who's a girl. He had one of those. HER. They were kinda attached buy the hip for 11 years; you'd learn to love an ulcer if you had it for that long let alone a person.

Ok, that was a lie. He adored Quinn. She was beautiful, smart, and funny and unlike all those uptight bitches he kept seeing, she never let fame get to her head. She would still waltz into the house, carrying boxes of pizza and yell: get up assholes, healthy breakfast is here. PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON FIRST!"

Yeah, he really should take her spare key. But hey, would you say no to free breakfast?

She was also one of the few people who got him. Usually when you say: "Oh, I live with four boys." what people really hear is: "Oh we have gay orgies 24/7." Quinn knew that they were his safe heaven. Plus, she loved those boys. They were hilarious imbeciles with motto; "There are no insane ideas only the lack of will to execute them"

They also saw each other grow up, become the people they are today, and that is something that defines you.

"You can't beat a full grown troll with someone without becoming their friend."

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, munching on his treat. Man, those were delicious.

"Well, I went out on that date." she smiled around a mouthful of cake. Yeah, movie star my ass!

"Don't talk with your mouth full Quinn." he reprimanded her.

"I see a really bad gay joke somewhere in there but I'll ignore the urge to tease. But yes," she said as she swallowed, "I went on that date and . !" she laughed out.

He eyed her like she's gone crazy. "You, um… You don't seem upset about it?" he crooked his head at her and she laughed again.

"Kurt, that was the worse date in the history of dates!" she informed him. "He was already there when I got to the restaurant, he bought he 101 rose, come on, how tacky is that for a first date?" she asked and Kurt nodded, showing that he didn't approved of the grand gesture. "I think he was nervous or something. Which I kinda thought was sweet and a bit flattering. So he kept drinking glass after glass of wine until we went through three bottles! Well, he did, I had a glass and a half!" she said with a headshake.

"

Oh my God, he got wasted?" Kurt tried to hide his smile but it was a lost cause.

"Not funny Hummel, and that's not even the worse part!" she eyed him.

"Oh my" he cleared his throat, "It gets worse? "He asked as she continued. "So, there I am, with a completely drunk date, trying to figure out a way to call one of you guys and pretend I have an emergency when the guy, all of a sudden starts crying!" she explained, shaking her head.

"You are making this up!" Kurt exclaimed, not being able to believe what he's hearing.

"Oh yes, cause this is such a charming story." she narrowed her eyes at him. "But wait, it gets better. And when I say better, I mean so bad I wanted to hang myself right there at the restaurant."

He was trying not to smile, he really was but this was simply too much. She just eyed him, one of those looks that said "I will get you back for laughing at my misery. I swear to God Hummel, you will suffer." but continued.

"So, there he is, his name is Robert, have I said that? No, never mind. So, he's crying and people are starting to look at us and then, out of nowhere he wails, actually wails and says: "I can't do this, you're beautiful but I'm gay."

" No!" Kurt laughed out and she smacked him at the back of the head. "Ouch. That's a hate crime."

"Don't laugh, I was never so humiliated in my entire life! Thank God it was dark so no one saw it was me." her eyes went wide with horror, "Oh my God, I hope no one knows it was me."

"Honey, relax." he ran his hand over her back soothingly. "If they knew it was you, you would be smiling at us from every news stand in the world. You're ok. But what happened in the end?"

"Oh, this is the best part. After I, that's ME Kurt, paid the bill, I almost carried out the drunk man out of the restaurant, got him into a cab where he, oh so gracefully, threw up on my shoes." she finished and Kurt gaped in shock.

"Oh my fucking God." was all he said.

"Ta-da!" she replied. "Perfect date is perfect! Don't laugh you asshole." she smacked him again when she noticed he's laughing at her.

"I'm sorry Quinny, but that was the most ridiculous thing I've heard in a month. Maybe even two." he said, hugging her.

"Glad my misery amuses you." she sneered back at him. "So, time for me to mock you. You are such a dickhead!" she told him as she poked him with her index finger.

"What did I do?" he acted offended.

"Oliver told me about your "run in" with Blaine Anderson. Seriously Kurt, you didn't even kiss him AND you forgot to ask him for his number? How many times do we have to remind you you're not a blushing virgin anymore?" she asked her best friend.

Kurt just gasped at her. "I was shocked woman! What did you expect? This dreamy guy is right there and we're sipping on wine and sharing stories that it took me like 6 months to tell my ex boyfriends, and I just choked" he defended himself.

She rolled her eyes at him.

"Fine. You choked. Now that you DO have his number, are you gonna call him?"

Kurt said nothing.

"Kurt?" she demanded.

"Yes." he threw his hands in air, exasperated. "I mean, I think I am."

"You THINK you are?", she hissed at him. "Are you freaking kidding me? Kurt, you have been pining over this guy for like...Oh, a fucking eternity and you didn't even know him. The guys told me he's really nice and all that and you're having second thoughts?" she asked, confused.

"I am not having second thoughts, I'm just scared shitless!" Kurt almost screamed and few people looked their way. Sinking a little lower on the bench he covered his face and Quinn did the same. This was NOT a good time for someone to recognize them.

Fortunately, those few people who heard his outburst just went on their way.

"Well, after that little "almost expose" care to explain, Kurt?" she said, clearly requesting and answer, not actually asking.

He sighed but started talking: "You said it your self, I like this guy and I don't even know him. That little glimpse I got at the club was..." he sighed again, "more than I ever hoped for. He's just so perfect. I mean, you can actually tell he's NOT perfect but he's still perfect, you know?" he sounded weird, even to himself but Quinn nodded. "And what if I do call him and we really hit it off and I fall for him, then what?" he asked and Quinn squinted.

"Um…then you go places together and you have a lot of really hot sex together and you move in together and you live happily ever after," she said, as if she's explaining to a stubborn 2-year-old child.

"That's exactly my point Quinn." he stood straighter so he could really look at her. "I have already been to places and I have already had hot sex and I have already moved in together with someone. Two people actually. Two amazing people Quinn. And it STILL didn't work out. I still didn't get my happily ever after." he said sadly.

'So wait, let me get this straight. Are you telling me you're giving up just because things with Ian and Tom didn't work out? Cause you think things with Blaine won't work either?" she asked.

He thought about it for a minute.

"I think so, yes. I mean, I'm 23, it's not like I'm gonna give up on love and shit but…" he looked at her again, "you and I both know that both Tom and Ian were amazing to me. Their only mistake in life was loving me too much. And they got hurt. So, that hurt me. In every way, they were right, you know?" he said.

She smiled and wrapped her slim arm around him. "Yes Kurt, they were. They were right. But you know what?" she said fondly and he crooked his head, showing her he was listening. 'They just weren't RIGHT for you. Maybe Blaine is YOUR kind of right. I know you're fascinated by this guy, so give him a chance."

Kurt gave her his most sincere smile. "You always know just the right thing to say to make me feel better, do you know that?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm a pro. I have learned from the best." she smiled back.

"Blaine." Kurt choked on air.

She eyed him in confusion. "No, your guys. I learned from them how to handle you."

"Not that." he hissed and pointed across the park. "Blaine! Oh my God, I look like shit! You can't let him see me." he slumped back in the bench.

She followed her eyes to where he was pointing and she squealed. "This is perfect." she jumped up and clasped her hands together.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he gritted through his teeth. "Sit down before he sees us!"

"Don't be a dick and go up there and say hello! This is perfect Kurt, you're like all natural and you know, organic and all that crap." she beamed at him. "This is his chance to see the real you."

"My hair is a mess. I am wearing James's shit. With a stain on it!" he hissed again. "I haven't shaved this morning and my jeans are falling off my hips cause they belong to Luke!" Kurt said, pointing at himself.

"Do you have your own clothes?" she asked sarcastically.

"It's laundry day and shut up and hide me!" he spat back.

" Kurt." she said seriously. "Look at me. I got all dressed up last night and I paid 400 dollars for dinner on a date that turned into biggest disaster ever. It doesn't matter how you look, it's who you're with. And look", she said as she turned to look at Blaine, who got pretty close to them at this point, "he's wearing his sweatpants too. Oh my God, Kurt look at him," she said as she sank on the bench, staring with a creeper smile.

"Stop gawking at him." Kurt ordered!

"Kurt, his sweatpants are like really thin and I can see his everything." she said as she fanned herself.

'What?" Kurt's head snapped up and his brain short-circuited.

Blaine Anderson was walking to him, smiling, wearing a gray sweatpants, that true to Quinn's words left very little to imagination, and a blue shirt that rose above his left hip as he lifted his hand to wave, showing off a piece of tan skin.

That idiot was waving!

That unbelievably sexy idiot was waving at him, wearing that stupid goofy smile and that fucking scruff that made Kurt's mind go blank.

"Well, hello there stranger." he said as he reached stunned looking Kurt. Quinn got up first.

"Oh hi, I'm Quinn, Kurt's a little slow today. Well. He's always kinda slow," she teased knowing that will shake him up.

"Well, looks like you've been taking extra dosage of your smart pills." he said before he turned to Blaine. "Just ignore her. I do most of the time."

"You look..." Blaine trailed eyeing Kurt from head to toe.

Stoning, Sexy as hell, breathtaking, absolutely fuckable, devastatingly beautiful were all the things that came to his mind before Kurt was talking "She chased me out of the house and I didn't have the time to-" but Blaine interrupted him by placing his hand gently on his forearm. 'You look amazing. So different than the other night. I like it." he emphasized that last part and Kurt opened his mouth but nothing came out.

Quinn clasped her hands again and smiled. "Ok, I'm gonna...Go. Pretend I have better thing sto do. " she said before she spun around and left, leaving two man staring after her.

"Is she living with you too? Cause she kind acts like those boys you hang out with." Blaine teased and Kurt smiled. Still looking after Quinn's retracting form. "No, she lives alone. But she's over a lot. We're like a hippie commune. We used to call it The Happy Orphanage."

"Am I ever gonna be invited?" Blaine teased and Kurt crooked an eyebrow at him. "If you play your cards right", Kurt teased back.

"Ooooh, challenge accepted." Blaine said with a smile.

"So, where are you going?" Kurt asked. "I mean, are you free for a coffee? You already saw me looking like monster from Twilight Zone, might as well get a coffee out of it."

"Well, I was gonna go home and maybe shower and change but your plan is so much better." Blaine said brightly. "Oh, can we go see a movie? I think there's a 5 pm projection of Hotel Transylvania."

"Cartoon? Really Blaine? Urgh, Ok, I'll buy the tickets if you'll buy the munchies." Kurt offered playfully.

"Nope, I came up to you, so I'm paying for everything today. Come on Hummel." he said as he took Kurt by the hand, making him gasp in delight, "we have adorable monsters to see."

And with that he dragged a barely conscious Kurt in the direction of the movie theatre. And if Kurt's heart was beating just a tad too fast? Well, you can't really blame him. He is about to spend two hours in a dark movie theatre with the man he has the biggest crush on in the history of crushes.

In fact, come to think about it, Blaine is not a crush.

He's a crash.

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So.

Here they are.

Movie theatre.

Kurt's pretty sure there's a big screen somewhere in there.

And that there are cartoon characters moving on it.

Yeah, he's almost sure that's the case.

But he couldn't be sure.

Cause to be honest he noticed nothing other than Blaine.

Blaine and his stupid sexy arms outstretched so close to his own.

Blaine and his stupid smile that made Kurt's heart skip a beat.

Blaine and his wild curls that made Kurt want to reach out and dig his fingers in.

Blaine and his stupid intoxicating smell and his stupid laugh and his stupid everything!

So he was pretty much sitting there, ignoring the movie, well, pretending to watch the movie, hoping Blaine won't notice Kurt ogling him.

"You really love cartoons, don't you?" Kurt asked after Blaine laughed for hundredth time.

Blaine turned all the force of that hazel gaze towards him and smiled.

" Well duh! It's funny and fun and totally awesome. And the good guys always win in the end. I like that a lot." he stated.

'You sound 12." Kurt said fondly.

" Watch the movie Kurt." he responded, equally fondly, and returned his eyes to the movie.

Little did Kurt know Blaine was pulling restraints out of his ass, to put it bluntly, to not just reach out, grab Kurt's shirt and kiss the living crap out of him. He was eating popcorn and every now and then he would run his tongue over his salty lips and Blaine was *this* close to just saying: "Hey, let me do that for you." and then jump on Kurt.

The poorly lit movie theatre was NOT helping. Light from the screen was hitting Kurt's face, illuminating him, and making him look even more impossibly beautiful. So Blaine held his ground. And squeezed his hands into fists every once and a while. Or all the time, you know, whatever, He was cool.

Next to him, Kurt could feel his heart jump in his throat every time their elbows brushed against each other. God, he was acting like a teenage girl who lucked out and got to see her favorite movie star in person. Only, she expected for that movie star to be snobbish and uptight and a prick all in all but that movie star proved her wrong. By being sweet, kind, funny, sexy as fuck without really trying. Oh and that star was also smelling delicious and was packing, from all he could tell.

"Oh yes, think about his junk, way the go Kurt! That helps!" he reprimanded himself as he squirmed in his chair.

He thanked all deities when the movie finally ended and lights came on. Well, he did until he actually looked at Blaine, only to find him staring at him with unreadable expression on his face. Time for a trademark move, Kurt bit his lip. And he could swear he could see something in Blaine's eyes for a second but it was gone as fast as it showed up.

Blaine clasped his hands and gushed out. "Got time for coffee?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course. My treat." he smiled.

There.

First date.

Their first date.

What do you think?

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