As promised. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 14

"Okay, so tell me, where are we going?"

Kurt shook his head with a smile, staring at Blaine through the bathroom mirror. Both boys were getting ready for their first date, but since the apartment had only one bathroom, they were forced to do so together. Not that either really minded.

"Come on, Kurt. How will I know if I'm dressed appropriately?" whined Blaine.

"You…" Kurt placed a kiss against Blaine's temple. "Are… Adorable... and dressed perfectly."

This made Blaine smile bashfully. "No proper kiss?"

"Why, kind sir, I do not think that would be appropriate since we haven't been out on a date yet."

Blaine shook his head and turned back to the mirror to tie his bowtie. "You know I used to pretend I couldn't tie it, so you would do it for me?"

"I… really?"

Blaine nodded.

"So you seduced me by using clothes. Clever."

"I did not seduce you!" Blaine protested.

Kurt chuckled. "No, that's true. I was quite taken from the moment I saw you."

Blaine's eyes widened. "What?"

Kurt hummed. "The moment you walked into my apartment I fell for you. I tried to restrain myself, but well, we both know how that worked out."

Blaine grinned. "Okay, I'm done."

"Good, come on." Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and led him to the living room. "Wait here."

"Okay?" Blaine frowned when Kurt disappeared through the door into the hallway. He didn't really know what to expect, or why Kurt had walked outside, but he trusted him. He was even more surprised when he heard a knock on the door. Maybe Kurt forgot his key when he rushed outside?

"Hi," said Kurt, smiling broadly.

"Hi?"

"Are you ready?"

"I just told you that two minutes ago."

"I have no idea what you are talking about. I just arrived to pick you up." Kurt smiled playfully.

Oh. Realization dawned upon Blaine. Kurt was pretending to pick him up.

"I hope I'm not being too forward, but I brought you a little something."

Blaine barely had time to realize Kurt was holding one hand behind his back before he conjured a bouquet of flowers. He gasped in surprise. "When did you get those?"

"I picked them up on my way over here." Kurt winked.

"Well then, let me get a vase, and we can get going."

….

"Kurt?" Blaine looked around him confused. They were at the garage, and Blaine could not think of any reason why they would be here.

Kurt merely shook his head and opened the door, grabbing Blaine's hand and leading them to the office where he usually worked. Blaine gasped when Kurt pushed open the door, revealing the room transformed completely. His desk was pushed to the side, and a red and white checkered blanket was put in the middle of the room. In the middle of that blanket was a basket. Blaine couldn't see what was in it, but he could only assume it was food. Around the walls were candles flickering, leaving the room in a dimly-lit glow.

"A picnic?"

Kurt nodded. "Is that okay? Ideally I would have done this outside, but since it's freezing…"

"No, Kurt, it's… It's perfect. How did you do all this?"

"Well, I have to give some credit to Carole, who helped me prepare the food and lit the candles."

"So this is where you disappeared to this morning? I knew you weren't really going for a morning walk. You're the laziest person I know. You won't get out of bed unless you absolutely have to." Blaine shook his head. Kurt had gotten up early on his day off to prepare this for them. He could hardly believe it.

Kurt shrugged in response. "Come, sit with me." Kurt sat cross legged in the middle of the blanket. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you a proper date in a fancy restaurant, but I-"

Blaine fell on his knees next to Kurt, grabbed his face, and pressed their lips together roughly, cutting him off mid-sentence. He could feel Kurt's surprise, but the man melted instantly in his embrace. He opened his mouth and let his tongue swipe briefly over Kurt's bottom lip before pulling back. "I love you. I'm sorry if I say it too much, but I love you so much. Kurt, this is perfect. I don't want a fancy restaurant; I wouldn't feel comfortable there anyway. I just want you."

Kurt nodded breathlessly.

"So, what did you make for me?" Blaine eyed the basket curiously.

…

"So, am I the type of person that would invite you in for coffee after a first date?" Blaine asked teasingly when they arrived at the door of their apartment.

"I think you are," said Kurt, nodding fervently. "I think you're the type that has a roommate with a fancy coffee machine, so you'd like to brag and make your date a delicious cup of coffee to show off."

"You might be right." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand lead him inside. "I'm an expert coffee maker, what do you want?"

"A grande non-fat mocha, please."

Blaine blinked. Right, he knew how to make that. He was sure Kurt had explained it at some point. He just had to remember.

"I'm kidding, Sweetheart," Kurt said, chuckling. "That's a Starbucks order. Just make me my regular."

Blaine shook his head and started the machine. Making coffee had sort of become his habit. He would make it for both of them in the morning, when Kurt was rushing to get ready in time. It would be their quiet five minutes before both had to leave for work. Not much was said during that time usually. They would just sit next to each other and sip from their cups. Since they had started dating they had ended up sitting closer together though, often entangling their legs or hands.

"I love this," Kurt commented.

"Seeing me work?"

Kurt laughed. "Yes that too. No seriously, I love this." He gestured between them. "Us, having coffee together. It's kind of our thing, right?"

Blaine ducked his head with a shy smile and sat down next to Kurt, handing him his cup. They had a thing. Something that was them.

Kurt moved his chair so he was sitting closer to Blaine and grabbed his hand, kissing his knuckles. "I hope we will be able to do this for many years to come."

Blaine looked up into Kurt's eyes with a hopeful expression. Kurt was talking about their future together.

"I'm sorry; I'm getting ahead of myself. This is only our first date after all."

Blaine shook his head. "You're not. This, you and me. I'm in, Kurt. I'm all in."

Kurt bit his lip and looked away. Blaine could almost see what was going on in his head.

"I'm not seventeen, Kurt. Not really. Theoretically it's my age, but it's just a number. Growing up where I grew up, it's different. I'd been working for years before I left them. It's not like I'm some naïve high-school student."

Kurt turned his head back to Blaine with a soft smile. "I know, but my head and my heart have different opinions sometimes."

"I'll prove it to you," Blaine assured him. "I'll prove that I'm worthy of you."

"You don't have to prove anything to me, Blaine. I'm so in love with you, it scares me sometimes. I'm scared I'm falling way too hard way too quickly. I'm scared you'll change your mind after all, even though you've told me several times you won't. I'm just…scared. I've never felt this for anyone, ever, and it scares me."

Blaine nodded. "You think I'm not?" He closed the little space left between them. "I'm scared beyond belief at the idea that you can crush me with one simple word or deed. I'm scared you'll go away, or all of this is just a really great daydream, but then I think of what I would feel if you weren't here; if I didn't have you, and it scares me even more. The idea of not being with you, it's too much to even properly think about."

Kurt closed his eyes and pressed a fleeting kiss against Blaine's lips. Blaine smiled against Kurt's lips.

"Do something for me?"

"Anything," Blaine replied instantly.

"Sleep with me?"

Blaine pulled back slightly and swallowed audibly. "I thought you said you didn't want to do anything until I was eighteen." It's not that he didn't want that with Kurt, he did. It was just, sudden.

"No, I mean- just lay with me, hold me. We don't even have to go to the bedroom, the couch would be fine. I just want to hold you; I want to know you're there."

"Okay," Blaine breathed. He could do that.

…

Swoop: thank you! I'm glad

LP: yes, I've had a bit of a writersblock for my other story, but as soon as this one's completely finished, I'll be back on that! It will be finished, I promise.

Anon reviewer who was confused if this story is in the US or in GB, it's in the US. Whenever Blaine mentions the term 'English' it just refers to the non-Amish people. It's a term the Amish often use, among the English, and it doesn't mean people from England.

Next chapter will be uploaded somewhere during the weekend.

x-Joyce