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Lyrics are in italics, song is 'Born This Way' by Lady Gaga

Chapter 11

After completing his homework, and managing to bully Jake into at least starting his own assignments, Kurt made a quick call home to catch up with his dad, Carole and Finn before he phoned Mercedes. He of course told her excitedly about his upcoming date with Blaine. Before he could say much else, the girl was eagerly suggesting what pants would look best on his skinny white boy ass.

They talked for a while about clothing options before discussing how far Kurt should allow things to go with Blaine on the first date. He insisted that Blaine was too much of a gentleman to take things past kissing but Mercedes pointed out they were both teenage males and wouldn't be able to resist a little something.

Making his goodbyes, Kurt placed his phone on the set of drawers besides his bed. He then made his way to the bathroom for a shower, smacking Jake round the back of the head as he did so, encouraging his roommate to get off of facebook and focus on his work.

He took his time under the spray of the water, singing happily as he soaped his skin and conditioned his hair.

"Whether life's disabilities left you outcast, bullied or teased, Rejoice and love yourself today, 'Cause baby, you were born this way…" Kurt sang into his conditioner bottle as he wiggled his hips a little bit, eyes closed against the water droplets beating down on him. "No matter gay, straight or bi, lesbian, transgendered life, I'm on the right track, baby I was born to survive, No matter black, white or beige, chola or orient made, I'm on the right track, baby I was born to be brave…"

Turning the shower off, Kurt pushed the curtain aside and carefully stepped out as he reached for his towel. Drying himself off, he continued to sing.

"I'm beautiful in my way, 'Cause God makes no mistakes, I'm on the right track, baby I was born this way…" Bathrobe on and towelling his hair dry, Kurt made his way back to the bedroom to dress. "Don't hide yourself in regret, Just love yourself and you're set, I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way, yeah! Ooo, there ain't no other way, Baby, I was born this way, Baby, I was born this way."

"Born this way." Jake sung badly out of tune. Kurt threw his wet towel at his roommate as he finished pulling his pyjamas on. "You're in a good mood." Jake pointed out.

"How can you tell?" Kurt asked as he hunted the room for his comb, strongly suspecting that Jake had hidden it while he was in the shower.

"You always sing Gaga when you're happy." Jake answered as he tapped his fingers across the keys of his laptop. "If you're miserable it's usually show tunes or stuff that's over thirty years old. And when you're feeling homesick you sing Mellencamp."

"How did you know that?" Kurt asked in astonishment at the other boy's attentiveness.

"I can hear you singing, you know?" Jake replied.

"But how did you notice I only sing Mellencamp when I'm missing home?" Kurt questioned him.

"Because you always go home for the weekend if you've sang any Mellencamp during the week." Jake told him. "It wasn't too difficult to work out. I do have some brains, Kurt. I didn't get into this school just because my dad's the Principal or based upon my looks you know?"

"I really believe that." Kurt replied.

"Hey, I'm gorgeous and you know it." Jake remarked as he twirled on his chair to better display his body. "Just look at me, if I was a girl or a gay dude, I'd so wanna tap my ass."

"I suppose you are moderately attractive." Kurt mused as he eyed his friend. "But you'd be even more appealing to the ladies if you would just let me get my hands on your hair."

"Whoa, there will be no touching of the hair." Jake said protectively. "Chicks dig this."

"Jake, you don't even use conditioner and I'm sure you don't own a comb," Kurt told him. "By the way, what have you done with mine?"

"Haven't touched your comb." Jake shrugged.

Folding his arms across his chest, Kurt came to stand above Jake and looked down at the boy. He kept staring until Jake's eyes flicked to the top of the wardrobe. Following Jake's eye line, Kurt saw that his comb had been placed up there by the other boy. He fetched it down and immediately put it through his short brown tresses.

While Kurt then moved on to work through his nightly skin care routine, Jake packed his things away and stripped to a baggy t-shirt and boxers before both boys cleaned their teeth. They had just settled into bed when there was a knock at the door.

"It's for you." Jake insisted even though he had no way of knowing who stood on the other side. "You get it."

"But you're closer." Kurt pointed out. Jake responded by letting out a false snore. Glaring at the huddled lump on the other bed, Kurt threw his pillow at Jake as he moved off of his bed and opened the door. "Wes?" He asked in surprise, just managing to duck when Jake threw the pillow back at him. "What's wrong?" He wondered as he looked at the other boy who had his eyes cast to the floor and his arms wrapped around himself.

"David's staying in Blaine's room tonight." Wes told him. "And I… I can't sleep alone." He admitted. "Would it be alright if I…?" He trailed off awkwardly.

"Of course, come in." Kurt said kindly stepping aside so Wes could enter.

Closing the door, Kurt picked up the pillow on the floor and led the way to his bed, Wes right behind him. He suddenly felt a little awkward about sharing his bed with Wes but he tried not to let it show. Silently, the two slipped under the covers, Kurt pressed right against the wall, Wes near falling off the other edge and a large cold gap in between them.

"Thanks, Kurt." Wes spoke up politely but Kurt could hear the discomfort in his tone.

"No problem." Kurt replied and a nervous chuckle of laughter escaped him before he could prevent it.

"Ok, this sucks." Jake commented as he sat up in his bed. "Neither of you are gonna get any sleep like that."

"Not with you talking, no." Kurt retorted. "Just be quiet and go to sleep, Jake."

"Kurt, shut up." Jake told him and Kurt pouted a little in the darkness, normally he was the one telling Jake to shut up, not the other way around. "Wes, man the fuck up, dude. I don't know what's going on with you and David, but the guy's your best friend. Just go and sort this shit out with him."

"Not that it's any concern of yours, but I'm not ready to sort out the mess of our situation yet." Wes replied. "I'd also like to ask you to mind your own business."

The awkward tension in the room intensified.

"Come on, Kurt, side with me here." Jake said.

"In this matter I think I'd like to remain impartial." Kurt replied.

"Fine, whatever." Jake huffed getting up and heading to the door.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asked him.

"To sleep in Wes and David's room." Jake answered before opening the door, stepping out and then closing it again.

"He drives me insane." Wes mumbled as he slid out of Kurt's bed and into Jake's. Kurt couldn't be sure, but he suspected Wes wasn't talking about Jake driving him insane. "Goodnight, Kurt."

"Night." Kurt replied quietly as he settled into a more comfortable position now that he had more room in his bed.

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Breakfast was awkward. Kurt ended up sitting with Wes at one table and Blaine sat with David at another. Wes and David had their backs to each other but Kurt and Blaine were able to make eye-contact across the hall.

Carefully chewing his waffles, Kurt feigned interest as Wes talked rapidly about algebra, politics, weather and The Tyra Banks Show. He jumped from topic to topic, none of his conversation snippets having any relation to one another or indeed any meaning. Though he wasn't paying his friend full attention, Kurt was sure Wes was simply talking about anything that came to mind in order to avoid the single important subject of David. Respectfully, Kurt didn't push the other to talk about David; he just kept Wes company while they ate.

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Later on, while Kurt was getting ready for his date, which inspired a lot of playful teasing from Jake, his mind drifted to Wes and David wondering when the two would sort things out.

"Do you think Wes has feelings for David?" Kurt asked Jake as he changed his outfit for the sixth time.

"Of course he does." Jake replied. "Just don't ask me to guess what they are."

"Let me rephrase my question," Kurt said. "Do you think Wes sees David in a romantic or sexual way?"

"Fuck if I know." Jake shrugged and Kurt frowned. "Sorry, did Princess Kurt want me to say that I'm sure they're in love and destined to be together and will get their perfect fairytale ending?" He mocked. "Hate to break it to you, but most relationships, particularly high school ones, are closer to a horror movie than a pretty Disney film."

"I do realise that." Kurt huffed. "I don't have a sugar-coated view of the world, you know? I was merely asking for your opinion."

"Yeah, and you already have an answer you want to hear." Jake replied. "One that sounds nicer than the truth. You want Wes to be in love with David just so you can see physical evidence that love is real and that it can happen between two boys."

"When did you get so insightful?" Kurt asked.

"Always have been, just don't show it much." Jake answered. "I usually save my sensitive side for when I'm wooing the ladies. Then when the sex stops or they get too emotionally attached I give them the cold shoulder."

"I'm so very glad you're not gay." Kurt told him. "You Jakey-boy give guys a bad name."

"Yeah, I'm a rebel." Jake grinned.

"You say rebel," Kurt commented. "I just call you Neanderthal."

"Love you too, man." Jake said.

"Ok, how do I look?" Kurt asked once he was satisfied with his appearance. He spun around for Jake and waited for his verdict.

"Damn, in a completely non-gay way, your ass looks freaking sweet in those pants." Jake confessed. "Hell, I wouldn't throw you out the bed. I mean, seriously, if you just bent over so I couldn't see your face I could pretend you were a girl who liked anal. I bet you'd sound like one as well. Ow, ok I deserved that." He said after Kurt punched him in the ribs. "You look great, Blaine's sure to pop a boner."

As it happened, Jake's prediction turned out to be entirely true. As soon as Blaine's eyes landed upon Kurt's ass, a distinct bulge tented his pants.

"Have fun, kids." Jake told them as he slung an arm over both their shoulders and led them all the way to the parking lot. "And be good. Kurt, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"That doesn't leave much." Kurt muttered under his breath.

"And Blaine," Jake said. "You hurt him, I hurt you, clear?"

"Shut up, Jake." Kurt and Blaine said together as they climbed into Kurt's car and drove off.

"Shit, if Kurt doesn't come back a virgin then Burt Hummel's gonna blame it on me and rip me head off." Jake said to himself as he stood alone on the school grounds.

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Not sure what music would be appropriate for the journey of their very first date, Kurt left it to Blaine to make a song selection as he drove. Casting a quick glance to the boy beside him, Kurt found that Blaine seemed to be calm and relaxed. He envied the curly haired teen in that moment, for Kurt himself was wrought with nerves.

Since the dinner date with Daniel had meant nothing to him, Kurt considered this outing with Blaine to be his first date and he had no idea how to act. With Daniel, he hadn't been worried about such things since he knew beforehand that he had no intentions of a second date, he hadn't even agreed to the first. But with Blaine, Kurt wanted more than anything for there to be a second date and many more after. This was entirely new territory for him and he felt way out of his depth.

"Just relax," Blaine smiled from the passenger seat. "You don't have to act any differently tonight and try to impress me. I already like you remember? It's just you and me, there's nothing to be nervous about."

"What if I screw this evening up?" Kurt asked quietly. "What if you come to your senses and realise you could do better than me? What if I make a fool of myself or embarrass you by dropping food down my Armani shirt? What if I'm not boyfriend material? What if…?"

"You're cute when you're flustered." Blaine told him interrupting his panicked questions. "And you've got nothing to worry about. We're going to have a good time. Besides, if anyone should be concerned about this being a complete disaster then it's me." Blaine laughed. "I'm afraid I'm somewhat romantically retarded." Kurt quirked an eyebrow at him before returning his attention to the road. "It's true." Blaine insisted. "It is a serious medical condition. Yes, it may be self-diagnosed but that doesn't make it any less bothersome."

"Self-diagnosed romantic retardation." Kurt commented dryly. "You really are strange, Mr. Anderson."

"I don't think you're taking my illness seriously." Blaine retorted.

"Of course I'm not taking it seriously," Kurt laughed. "It isn't even real."

"It is so," Blaine replied adamantly. "I even take medication." Kurt shot him a disbelieving look as he parked the car. "I'll admit that the medication is in the form of Red Vines, but still, it counts."

Kurt only laughed at him as he unplugged his seatbelt, feeling much more at ease than he had done previously. They walked up to the restaurant together, Blaine reaching out to take Kurt's hand in his own. Smiling, Kurt glanced down at their interlaced fingers, as lovely as Brittany was, holding hands with Blaine was definitely so much better. Reaching the door, Blaine pulled it open and allowed Kurt to step through first.

"Mummy?" A young boy asked from a table near the entrance doors. "Why are those boys holding hands?"

Kurt tensed up at the question and he felt Blaine squeeze his hand in comfort. He tried to act as though he hadn't heard but his ears were all too alert as he waited the woman's answer.

"Well Tyler, they're holding hands because… because…" The mother tried to improvise.

"Because they're in love." The father explained casually and Kurt had to fight not to whip his head round and stare at the man in shock for the non-homophobic answer. "Now eat your pudding."

"Daddy?" The boy asked again and Kurt continued to listen as they waited for someone to come to the little reception stand and seat them. "Can I hold boys' hands?"

"Not until you're older." The father replied, his voice sounding somewhat resigned, as though he'd suspected his son would grow up to be gay for some time and deemed this conversation as some form of confirmation. Kurt smiled, it made him think of his dad and how he had always known.

"But I'm in love and want to hold hands now." The little boy whined.

"Not until you're older." The two parents repeated together. "So Tyler, who is the lucky… boy you're in love with?" The father asked obviously not completely adjusted to the idea of having a gay son yet but if he was anything like Burt then he would learn.

"Stanley Jackson." Tyler stated proudly and Kurt heard the father let out a groan.

"Sorry Tyler, but you can never hold hands with Stanley Jackson." The father said.

"And why not?" Tyler demanded to know.

"Yes honey, why not?" The mother asked sounding a little amused now.

"Darling, you've seen Stanley Jackson." He answered. "He's the little boy with…"

But Kurt never found out what was so wrong with Stanley Jackson. He and Blaine were being directed towards a table for two and were each presented with a menu by a pretty smiling waitress who was clearly oblivious to the fact that Blaine was gay. She also had false hair extensions and last season Prada shoes. As she leaned down to display her cleavage to Blaine, Kurt decided that he didn't like her.

"Could Miss Breasticles be anymore obvious?" Kurt asked sourly as she moved away to get their drinks.

"Breasticles?" Blaine asked raising one of his triangular eyebrows in question.

"A collaboration of the words breasts and testicles." Kurt shrugged. "I hear Jake say it once. Oh yuck, now she's looking back over here trying to catch your eye."

"Jealous?" Blaine asked in amusement.

"Not at all." Kurt answered. "I am merely repulsed by her flirtatious behaviour. That's no way to behave when in a working environment. But I know I have no need to be concerned. She's a girl after all and you Blaine Anderson desire a man in your arms."

"Men in general." Blaine nodded. "You in particular."

The waitress returned with their drinks and Kurt glared daggers at her as she blatantly checked Blaine out. He then forced on a pretend smile when she briefly looked to him to take his food order. They talked easily about school and the warblers as well as some of the things they had read in the latest issue of Vogue. As they waited for their food to arrive, Kurt realised that sitting at a table across from Blaine wasn't much different than when they would get coffee together or sit with each other for their meals at school. The only real difference was the environment around them. Being so comfortable with Blaine, Kurt wondered why he had been so nervous in the car, a fact he brought up and the two of them laughed over.

"Here you are, sir." The waitress said setting Blaine's plate before him. "I hope you enjoy your meal."

"Thanks." Blaine said politely as she placed Kurt's plate before him, her eyes never leaving Blaine's face.

"You're welcome." She replied. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

"No thank you," Kurt answered on Blaine's behalf. "My boyfriend and I are quite satisfied."

Her mouth fell open and her eyes darted between the two as her cheeks flamed red. Ducking her head to the floor she turned around and awkwardly walked away. Kurt couldn't help but chortle as she bumped into another waiter.

"Boyfriend, huh?" Blaine asked with a grin.

"Fine, almost boyfriend." Kurt corrected with an eye roll. "Anyway, it got rid of her did it not?"

"I had no idea you were so possessive." Blaine commented. "Does that mean you'll be topping me?"

"Well I…" Kurt began before his mind registered what his not-quite-boyfriend had said and he promptly blushed.

"Sorry." Blaine said hastily when he too seemed to realise what he had just said. "I should not have said that. Although, I did warn you I was romantically retarded." He tried to joke. "You probably won't even want to touch me when I tell you about my past." He added in a whisper and Kurt was sure he hadn't meant to say that part out loud.

"Mmm." Kurt moaned appreciatively as he took a bite of his food. "This is simply delightful."

"Oh yes, delightful." Blaine nodded his agreement.

"Blaine, you haven't touched your food yet." Kurt pointed out to him.

The darker haired boy smiled sheepishly before tucking in to his meal. After a few minutes of slight awkwardness they eased back into their usual comfortable atmosphere. Main course finished, they held hands across the table, Blaine lightly tracing patterns on Kurt's skin as they awaited their pudding.

"Well, well, if it isn't Kurt Hummel." A familiar voice said and Kurt slowly turned his head to meet the eyes of Jesse St James. "Care to introduce me?" He asked looking between Blaine and Kurt.

"Not really, no." Kurt retorted turning his back on the former Vocal Adrenaline star who had left Rachel broken-hearted the year before.

"I expected you'd say that." Jesse replied with a friendly tone completely unbothered by Kurt's coldness towards him. "I'm Jesse St James." He declared holding a hand out to Blaine who politely shook hands with the older boy. "An old friend of Kurt's."

"You were not my friend." Kurt said in a bitchy tone complete with an icy glare. "And do you mind? We're in the middle of a date and your presence if dampening my mood as well as making me feel as if my dinner's about to fall out of my mouth in the form of vomit."

"Such beautiful imagery." Jesse commented sarcastically placing a hand over his heart before flipping his curls out of his eyes. "Do forgive my lack of manners, what was your name?" He asked Blaine.

"It's Blaine." He replied taking in Kurt's less than friendly expression as he glared at the older boy. "And with all due respect you are intruding."

"Do you sing, Blaine?" Jesse asked.

"I do. Why?" Blaine questioned.

"I just wanted to ensure that Kurt is dating someone able to keep up with his remarkable talent." Jesse answered looking and sounding completely honest. "Heaven forbid someone with such an incredible voice as Kurt should settle for someone who could never match his talent."

"Careful, St James," Kurt warned. "It almost sounds as though you respect me and care about my welfare."

"I've always respected and admired your talent Kurt." Jesse told him. "Being so talented myself I recognise star quality when I see and hear it. You have it and so does Rachel. The likes of Hudson however does not, he isn't worthy of being with someone like her. Rachel needs somebody more like… well, me."

"Then you shouldn't have broken her heart by running back to Vocal Adrenaline and thrown eggs at her." Kurt retorted. "And Finn's my step-brother now so watch your tongue. Furthermore, you will never have Rachel. You had your chance with her and you blew it. Think about that when she wins her first Tony Award and you're doing nothing but drowning your sorrows in regret about the girl you let slip from your fingers. Rachel's the prize you almost won and you… you're just a misguided mistake she once made. Deal with it."

The arrogant but friendly smile that had been on Jesse's face slipped away along with the sparkle of smugness that had shone in his eyes. His posture slumped slightly before he straightened and offered the two teens a show face.

"How is the lovely Rachel?" Jesse asked. "Is she happy?" Something in his face showed that he genuinely cared to know the answer.

"She's happy." Kurt answered and a true smile formed on Jesse's lips even as a pain glimmered in his eyes.

"I'm glad." Jesse stated with a nod of his head before looking back to Blaine. "Good luck to you two. Don't let this diva get away," Jesse advised Blaine. "He's a keeper." He then turned and rejoined his companions who had been waiting for him a few feet away.

Their pudding arrived shortly after and Kurt proceeded to explain the Jesse/Rachel story to Blaine as they ate. The rest of the evening passed by without incident as they drove back to Dalton Academy and held hands as they walked to Kurt's dorm room.

"Kurt," Blaine said as they came to a stop outside the door. Kurt smiled at him to show he was listening. "I just want you to know… you're my prize. And I'll do anything I can to ensure that I never become just a mistake to you."

"You could never be a mistake, Blaine." Kurt assured him.

They leaned forwards to join their lips in what began as a slow kiss but soon became more urgent and lustful, arms wrapping around each other as tongues sparred. Pulling away, Kurt grinned broadly before saying goodnight.

Just before he closed the door, Kurt turned back to Blaine and whispered, "You're my prize too."

Blaine's lips twitched upwards in a semblance of a smile as he nodded his head in farewell as the door closed on the countertenor.

"Don't speak too soon." Blaine whispered sadly. "There's nothing prize-worthy about me."

To Be Continued

(On a whim I just thought I'd throw some Jesse in, I actually loved his character on the show)

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