Three little bits of information for those wanting to know: 1: The song used in this chapter is Hazel O'Connor, Will You. (1980) 2: This fic is 44 chapters, all in and 3: There will be a sequel, which I haven't yet written, but there will definitely be one, I can assure you.

Becky


In all honesty, Blaine can't remember ever being this nervous. Even at his dad's funeral, which had been nearly a year ago, he didn't feel quite as sick as he does right now. And why? It's just Kurt, he reasons as he paces restlessly in the hallway. Dinner with Kurt. That's all.

Except he's wearing a two hundred dollar shirt, and his best bow tie, the red one his dad had given to him on his fifteenth birthday, with a smart gray suit and his best shoes. He also has his wallet tucked inside his jacket, which he keeps patting to make sure it's there, and the keys to Burt's nice sedan rather than his battered and beat up old car. He had thought about flowers, but then reasoned that Kurt is flying back on Sunday anyway, so flowers would be a waste. He has, however, bookmarked an online delivery company, and he has every intention of asking Burt for Kurt's address come Monday, and sending him some then.

"Well, well."

Kurt descends the stairs slowly, looking incredible in a teal green suit that simply wouldn't look good on anyone else. It's the first time Blaine has ever seen him in a tie, or indeed dressed so smartly, and he's surprised to find his stomach give a lurch and to feel the burn of desire flare inside of him. Certainly Kurt is always well dressed, but it's comfortable, casual fashion. Shirts with scarves or sweaters with an unreasonable amount of zips or buttons, most often teamed with jeans or skinny pants of one kind or another. But this suit...this suit makes Blaine want to back him right up those stairs and forget all about going out.

"Someone cleans up well," Kurt continues as he comes to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. "You look amazing," he says, genuine and heartfelt in his compliment, and Blaine relaxes an infinitesimal amount.

"Thank you. You...uh...stunning," Blaine chokes out. "Really stunning. Um..." He scrambles to hold the door open. "Let's go." He glances down the hall to check Burt isn't around but he's made himself scarce, so he makes a break while the going is good, and runs around to open Kurt's car door for him.

Kurt won't admit to being impressed, but he is. Especially when Blaine pulls up outside Bellucci's, easily the classiest and most expensive restaurant Lima has to offer. He's gone to so much trouble, and seems so nervous, that Kurt really wants to kiss him and tell him In and Out would be fine, but he also knows how much Blaine wants to do this, and- surprisingly- how much he wants to let Blaine do this for him.

He knows it surprises Blaine when he takes his hand, but he also knows Blaine tries not to let it show, lacing their fingers together as if it was the most natural thing in the entire world, which in a weird way, it feels like it is.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asks, stopping him outside the door.

"Um...yes. I think so," Blaine nods. "Just...y'know, trying to remember to breathe and all that."

"You're incredibly cute," Kurt says, persisting when Blaine makes a face. "You are. I don't care if you don't want to hear that. You're cute and adorable. Adorably cute, maybe, and thank you for bringing me out tonight."

"You're welcome," Blaine mumbles, holding the door open for him and trying not to explode with joy.

Over dinner they talk about Bessie for a while, and then about Blaine's possible college choice and where he might go. "You should look into New York," Kurt says offhandedly, and Blaine pauses, his forkful of steak halfway to his mouth.

"Well...I've never even been there so..."

"Yeah, but whatever happens, we're gonna be in each other's lives, right? Because of dad? I mean, when you've left for college, where are you going to go for holidays and stuff? Not to your mom, surely?"

"I'd...well...I'd just stay wherever I was for college," Blaine mutters, embarrassed.

"Over Christmas? Alone?"

"Um..."

"You realize dad's virtually adopted you, right? He considers you his son whether you like it or not, Blaine, and that means he will expect you home every damn holiday you get."

"He's..." Blaine stops, his heart swelling with joy. "Does that...how...how do you feel about that?"

"Well, okay, I guess," Kurt says with a shrug. "I'm just saying if you were in New York, or near to it, we could fly home together and stuff."

"I can get myself home from wherever I am. I'm not a total moron."

"I know, I just worry, that's all," Kurt shrugs, a little dismayed that Blaine won't entertain the idea further.

"But saying that...it makes me feel like a little kid," Blaine explains, missing the point entirely. "I'd rather... I don't know, talk about you, really."

"Okay," Kurt smiles, burying the subject for now. "What do you want to know?"

"I don't know. Can I ask you some questions?"

"Only if you won't be offended if I don't answer."

Blaine smiles and gives a small nod. "What's your favorite thing to do in New York?"

"Pick up men. Next?"

Blaine blanches slightly and swallows. "What is your magic number?"

"Too many," Kurt snaps. "What else?"

"Is your bed like...permanently busy?"

"No, because I never take anyone back to my apartment except one person, and if he comes around I keep it out of my bed."

Blaine shakes his head, unable to comprehend the way Kurt is talking and being so blasé about it all. "That Jeremy guy?"

"Yeah. But..."

"So what's the deal there?"

"Well...we had an affair a few years back, and since that ended we kind of fall into bed with each other every now and then but..."

"But you sleep with others in the meantime?"

"Yeah, but..."

"That disgusts me, Kurt," Blaine says sadly.

"I haven't been with anyone since I kissed you," Kurt says in a rush, and so quickly Blaine thinks he might have misheard.

"You haven't been with anyone?"

"That's what I said."

"Oh. Well." Blaine stops. He really wants to ask Kurt to elaborate, to explain why he hasn't, and if it's anything to do with him, but he has a feeling that if he pushes Kurt too far the evening might end both abruptly and badly. "Tell me about your first date," he tries instead, and Kurt seems happier, more relaxed as he rests his chin on the palm of his hand and gazes softly at Blaine.

"Well, it was sweet. He kept asking awkward questions, which kinda got to me a little, but he was so...I don't know. So damn perfect that I couldn't help but answer, I guess."

"Where did you go?"

"Out for dinner. I remember," Kurt says, settling back in his seat and watching Blaine closely. "He wore this charcoal gray suit with a pale blue shirt. The shirt had a red pinstripe and then he wore a matching bow tie. It was funny, because it made me look at him differently, as if he were a man and not a boy. I wanted to let myself go, to get lost in him, but I'm nothing if not a dumbass, so I kept holding back, though I really don't know why."

"Kurt..."

"And all I wanted to do was be in his arms," Kurt finishes quietly.

"Your first date, I said," Blaine tells him, struggling with all he's just heard.

"You are my first date," Kurt says, levelling his gaze at Blaine. "No one has ever taken me out before. No one's ever asked."

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"No. No kidding," he says seriously. "Your questions are annoying."

Blaine manages a small laugh, ducking his head. "Yeah, well, not as annoying as your answers."

"Are we getting dessert?"

"I don't know," Blaine replies, hoping he comes across as flirtatious rather than frantic. "That depends on how you think your first date is going?"

"Well...I'm not ready for it to end, let's put it that way," Kurt grins, and with that, the waiter collects their plates and they order tiramisu.

"Seriously, Kurt, no one?" Blaine asks the second they're alone again.

"No," he sighs. "Get over it already."

"Be nice," Blaine reminds him. "How have you been through the whole of New York's gay population but not been on a date?"

"Shut up. I have not," Kurt says, affronted. "I told you, I pick them up. I go to bars or clubs, walk in, find someone, take them home. Much like I did with you."

The grin he gives is so self satisfied and smug that for a second all Blaine wants to do is hurt him, but he bites it back. "What about your married man?"

"Well he's never taken me out anywhere. He can't; too much at stake. It kinda hurts, when I bump into him at the theatre and I'm ignored because he's with his wife, or I see him cycling through Central Park with his kids."

"Why do you put yourself through it then?"

"Because he's the only one who's ever shown me any affection on a repeated level, that's why. But I told you, I don't anymore."

"Don't what?"

"See him."

"At all?"

"No."

"Do you have friends?"

Kurt stops short, taken off guard by the question. "I have people I work with, who I go to bars with or whatever, but I guess the only real friend I have is my sort of roommate."

"I thought you lived alone?"

"I do. There's this girl who lives across the hall. She comes and goes as she pleases. Steals my food, uses my hot water."

"Maybe she's crushing on you."

"She's a lesbian."

"Oh."

They laugh, causing the waitress to cast a confused glance between the pair as she sets the tiramisu down. "Two spoons, please," Kurt says, and suddenly finds himself ridiculously excited at the prospect of sharing dessert with Blaine.

"I really like you, Kurt," Blaine suddenly says, and the declaration is so sincere Kurt feels as if he may cry. "Sometimes I don't know why I do, but I do. A lot. And yeah...that's about it, I guess." He takes a mouthful of dessert to shut himself up while Kurt plays with his spoon, eating a tiny bit of whipped cream before looking at him.

"If I tell you this...I never tell people stuff like this, simply because I don't tell people bullshit to make them feel better but... I'm um...I feel the same. You..." he trails off, taking a deep breath before continuing. "You have captured me from the moment you cornered me in Scandals parking lot and told me you were worried about me walking home alone."

"That was dumb."

"That was caring, and it stayed with me."

The tension between them is palpable as they eat their dessert, and Blaine isn't quite sure whether to cry with longing or pin Kurt down on the table when he starts offering his spoon, letting Blaine take the most of the cake before licking it clean each time, until there's nothing left but two ridiculously horny men, one of whom quickly signals to the waiter for the bill.

"I can't get out of my chair," Kurt whispers. "The tiramisu did things to me."

Blaine laughs as quietly as he can, handing the waiter his credit card without even looking at the total.

"Get you, mister smooth and sophisticated," Kurt says, noting the way in which Blaine's eyes never move off his. "Paying the bill without even looking at it. Our first date."

"Technically not," Blaine points out. "Seeing as you bought dinner on the way back from Tennessee."

"In Cracker Barrel? Wow, Blaine. I know I'm crap at romance but even I could manage better than Cracker Barrel."

"Are you ready to move?"

"Yeah," Kurt sighs. "Cracker Barrel is kind of a mood killer."

The mood returns though, once they are home. It's not even eleven, but the house is quiet, and a note from Burt lets them know that he needs to drive down to Kentucky in the morning to pick up a car, and he won't be back until the afternoon to work on Bessie.

"So." Kurt stands awkwardly in the kitchen, not quite sure how a night out is supposed to end without drunken sex and then instant dismissal.

"So. Um... I guess, ordinarily, I'd walk you to your door."

"I'll allow it," Kurt says, offering his hand. They walk quietly up the stairs and Blaine is suddenly struck with the realization that in all his times here, he's never been in Kurt's room. It's the other end of the landing to Burt's, and overlooks the back of the house. They pause outside his door and Blaine wonders if all dates end the same way, with both parties unsure of how to proceed, even though just that morning Kurt had been draped over him, shirtless.

Kurt.

Shirtless.

Kissing.

Blaine's brain short circuits for a moment, but when he comes back around Kurt is still standing there, one hand on the doorknob as if unsure whether he's expected to just walk away. "I had a really good time," Blaine whispers, leaning up slightly to kiss Kurt's cheek.

That's all it takes for Kurt to bring his free hand up to the lapel of Blaine's jacket. It is not a firm grip but it says enough, and suddenly a shaking hand is sliding into his hair as Blaine brings his lips to his own. Neither dares open their mouths wider than a fraction, not wanting to break that tentative dam that is barely containing their lust, but Kurt's pupils are dilated to just the smallest ring of blue surrounding deep black pools, and Blaine is pretty sure he must look the same.

"Do you want to come in?"

"Yes."

That's it. No preamble, no hesitation, just a straight question and an honest reply, and Kurt refuses to dwell on the fact that this is the first time he has ever invited another man into his bedroom and what that might mean exactly, and becomes determined to lighten the mood somehow before he ends up rushing to get Blaine naked and underneath him, thereby ruining everything.

The thing is, Kurt knows nothing in the art of slow seduction but everything about how to score a quick fuck. The two are entirely different and one thing's for sure, Blaine is worth more than a one night stand. He lets Blaine wander around the room for a while, taking in the photos of Kurt during his childhood with his dad by his side.

Kurt's room is perhaps more masculine than Blaine would have imagined. That's not to say he thinks he's effeminate, but more that it lacks the style and grace that Kurt himself seems to ooze so freely. Then again, he doesn't live here, Blaine reasons as he takes in the black and gray covers on the bed. Possibly his New York apartment has Kurt's own stamp all over it. Blaine wonders if he'll ever get to find out.

"Have you ever watched Enchanted?" Kurt asks into the silence, and Blaine turns to look at where he stands by his window, next to a desk which holds a docking station and some old magazines.

"The Disney film? Yeah, why?"

"You know that song? The big one by the fountain?"

"That's how you know, he loves you," Blaine sings with a smile. "Love it."

"Yeah that one. And wow, you can really sing."

"Oh, um..thanks."

"So Giselle tells hottie Patrick Dempsey all these ways to let Idina know he loves her, yeah?"

"Yes," Blaine says warily. "Where's all this going?"

"Um, well, there's this bit where she sings 'well does he take you out dancing just so he can hold you close?'" Kurt pauses, waiting for Blaine to catch on, but he doesn't. He stays standing there, completely oblivious and Kurt has to hold his hands out to him. "C'mere."

Blaine takes his hands, still unassuming and oh so sweet and Kurt presses the button on his docking station quickly before he can think too deeply about it all. "Dance with me," he whispers in Blaine's ear. "Let me hold you close. And listen."

Blaine doesn't know the song. A slow, almost painfully raw saxophone takes up playing before a woman's voice comes through. Kurt holds Blaine in a classic pose, but close, so close as they gently dance together.

"Just so he can hold me close," Blaine thinks to himself before he turns his attentions to the lyrics of the song.

"You drink your coffee and I sip my tea

And we're sitting here playing so cool, thinking "What will be, will be"

But it's getting kind of late now

Oh I wonder if you'll stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now

Or will you just politely say goodnight?

I move a little closer to you, not knowing quite what to do

And I'm feeling all fingers and thumbs, I spill my tea, oh silly me!

But it's getting kind of late now

I wonder if you'll stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now

Or will you just politely say goodnight?

And then we touch much too much

This moment has been waiting for a long long time

Makes me shiver, it makes me quiver

This moment I'm so unsure

This moment I've waited for

Is it something you've been waiting for, waiting for too?

Take off your eyes, bare your soul

Gather me to you and make me whole

Tell me your secrets, sing me the song

Sing it to me in the silent tongue

But it's getting kind of late now

I wonder if you'll stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now

Or will you just politely say goodnight?"

As the lyrics fade away and the saxophone starts again, Blaine lifts his head from Kurt's shoulder and finds his lips. There's no mistaking this time that their kisses will lead to more but they take their time, kissing slowly and almost reverently.

For Kurt, it's the most romantic thing he's ever experienced, standing in his childhood room in the lamplight, gently exploring Blaine's mouth with his tongue. They keep it slow, neither one wants to rush this but it is Blaine who first slides Kurt's jacket to the floor and surprisingly, Kurt lets it stay there.

Had he stopped and thought about it, Kurt would have realized Blaine was the first person to undress him, his fingers trembling at the knot of his tie. Kurt lets him find his own way, his eyes fixing on Blaine's as they stop kissing for a moment. The tie loosened, it slides to the floor and Kurt steps forward, needing to feel Blaine's lips again.

He breathes in sharply through his nose when Blaine's firm hands draw him close, his thigh slotting between Kurt's legs and rubbing in exactly the right spot. Blaine is divested of his jacket and bow tie quicker, and then Kurt's gaze flicks down to his buttons as he carefully opens Blaine's shirt to find what lies beneath, the chest he has longed to kiss for so long, the lines he wants to trace with his tongue, the nipples he wants to tease.

Blaine moans quietly at the feel of Kurt's hands over his shoulders, sliding his shirt to the floor, and he starts to tremble when hot kisses are trailed down his neck. Somehow, in his haze, he gets Kurt's shirt off too, then gathers his body close, kissing him fiercely, their passion building at the feel of their chests pressed together.

Then he can't resist any longer and his hands move from being tangled in Kurt's hair to resting at the top of his waistband, dipping slightly below. He doesn't stop, either, sliding one hand right inside Kurt's underwear, squeezing the soft flesh of his ass and kissing under his jaw when Kurt cries out in pleasure.

To be touched, to be wanted like this is new to both of them, and though Kurt fumbles with Blaine's belt and zipper, neither one minds when at last they lie down on the bed together in just their underwear, their arousal evident.

A moment, where they lie on their sides just staring into each other's eyes and then Blaine moves slightly, and in doing so his groin brushes over Kurt's. Something snaps, and it is a hungry and desperate Blaine who rolls Kurt onto his back, kissing him fiercely and grinding against him.

Kurt slows him sweetly, with a gentle caress of his cheek which makes him pull back and look down at him, smiling. He dips his head again, trailing kisses over Kurt's eyelids and cheeks and finally his lips and then he moves lower. Kurt lets him, and although he usually dominates in bed, he finds he actually wants Blaine to seek him out, to get to know his body, to kiss every inch.

He bucks up helplessly when Blaine's tongue flicks over his nipples and a firm hand smoothes over his hip, dangerously close to where Kurt needs it to be, but not yet. First there is Blaine himself to be explored and when Kurt takes his turn, chasing each whimper with his lips when he rubs his thumbs over Blaine's nipples, he discovers things about Blaine that he never knew, like kissing just underneath his rib cage will make him thrust upwards, while a tongue trailing along his hip bone makes him squirm as he tries to hold back helpless laughter.

Kurt pauses, his chin resting on Blaine's stomach as he looks up at him. Wildly beautiful, is how he would describe him right now. His hair is a tumble of dark curls, his eyes black and his cheeks flushed. His whole body seems to be heaving with desire and when Kurt finally runs his palm over the front of his tight boxers, Blaine throws his head back and cries out.

"Kurt! Oh..."

Kurt is by his side once more, propped up on one elbow as he palms over him again and again, but Blaine stills his hand eventually, and turns his attentions to Kurt. His hands pause at the top of his briefs, his eyes questioning. Kurt gives a small nod and Blaine slides them down. Although his hands shake his touch is firm, and Kurt's fingers dig into his shoulder in pleasure, his breath hot in his ear as Blaine runs his hand over him again and again.

"Blaine," he murmurs softly, his eyes closed as he kisses gently at his temple. He's surprised to find himself so close to the edge already. Who knew that just the gentle touch and exploration of one another's bodies could be so deeply erotic and thrilling? And he's also shocked by how much he needs to kiss, to feel Blaine's lips on his simply because it's Blaine.

He carefully tugs Blaine's underwear down, biting his lip as he takes in the sight of Blaine lying fully naked before him, and then, lying on their sides, they press together. "Oh god," Kurt moans weakly, hooking his leg over Blaine's thigh and letting their cocks rub together. They are slick and heavy with precome already, meaning they slide perfectly, and Blaine's eyes fly wide open at the feeling.

"Kurt...I can't...last..."

"Close, Blaine," he murmurs, dropping frantic and desperate kisses wherever he can reach. "I'm so close."

"Kurt...yes," is all Blaine manages and then his mouth is on Kurt's once more, hot and wanting. It is less of a kiss and more of a gasp but Kurt doesn't care, holding Blaine tight as he slides against him a few more times then comes, his hips stuttering and his forehead pressed tight to Blaine's.

The sight is enough for Blaine, who tips over the edge too, with Kurt's name on his lips.

"Oh Kurt...Kurt..." he trails off, unable to form words as his body convulses over and over, his cock twitching against Kurt's own, their evidence hot and wet between them.

Neither knows how long they lie there, just looking into each others eyes and occasionally rubbing their noses together, but suddenly Blaine frowns. "The music stopped."

"A while ago, I believe," Kurt almost whispers with a smile. "The track is only four minutes so..."

"You seduced me, mister Hummel," Blaine says with a grin. "You and your dancing, and your perfectly chosen song."

"You were ripe and ready for seducing, mister Anderson," Kurt teases, leaning in to kiss at his lips. He rolls away for a second to grab some wet wipes and Blaine misses his warmth immediately, but he's back, lazily wiping at their stomachs. "Get under," he says, not having the courage to look at Blaine and answer questions he's not ready for. "We'll freeze on top of the covers all night."

Blaine says nothing, just climbs under the covers and happily accepts the warmth of Kurt spooning behind him, his arms resting loosely about his waist. A soft kiss comes to the back of his neck and then blackness as they both fall fast asleep.