Hello lovely readers! It's a beautiful day. The snow finally all melted, I got in a wonderful workout, and Glee was spectacular last night. I'm just in a good mood, hence the good mood feeling in the chapter. Oh, it makes me giddy. I hope that you all like it!

Note: Jeff is my favorite not popular Warbler. Is it evident? (And, it's only because Riker Lynch is pretty awesome.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or the performance in this video, which would be Crazy In Love / Hair by the Glee Cast.

"How was your date?" Wes asked, the second Kurt and Blaine walked back into their dorm with twined fingers and twin smiles.

"We just went for ice cream," Kurt gently said, his smile growing, if it was even possible.

"It was a date though, right?" Jeff asked, not meaning to eavesdrop, but he yearned to know if his previous suspicion was right.

Blaine and Kurt shared a small look, before subconsciously racing to see whose face could turn a brighter pigment of red. Kurt won. He always won. There was just something so translucent about Kurt's skin.

"Well, Blaine insisted on paying," Kurt said, as he bit down on his lower lip in a vain attempt to control his smile. Blaine had paid for coffee before, but there was something different about the ice cream payment.

"And, Kurt didn't even put up a fight," Blaine said, referring to Kurt insisting that he could pay for coffee sometimes. Kurt just gave in because one person pays for a date, but made Blaine promise that next time he gets to pay because they is no girl in this relationship.

"So, it was a date," Jeff said, though this time his voice held more affirmation.

"An ice cream date," Blaine said, as his stomach flipped, "Nothing big."

Kurt nudged him because they decided that their next date would be something on the more extravagant side of things. It was decided that they wanted a balance of formal and casual, just to keep them in check with their best friend and romantic sides.

"Though, I didn't get a kiss at the end," Kurt joked, before his lips formed a mock pout, "So, it wasn't a real date."

"Blaine, man, really?" Jeff incredulously said, motioning to Kurt, who was struggling to hold back a vindictive smile.

"Everyone knows that a proper date ends with a kiss," David slightly chided Blaine, who was shooting daggers at Kurt. But, they seemed to be cancelled out by his toothy smile.

"Well, it's not over yet," Blaine coyly said, with a subtle wink, "I still have to walk him to his room."

"Don't flub this one up Anderson," Nick piped up, only because apparently everyone heard about the date debacle, complete with a hug.

"I won't," Blaine promised, as him and Kurt started their venture back to Kurt's dorm.

"Oh hey, before you guys go," Wes said, drawing the couple back into the room, "Kurt, do you whip your hair back and forth?"

"No," Kurt said, complete with a look that could easily be read as what-are-you-talking-about.

"But, we think you'd be real good at whipping around long, blonde hair," David said, with a smirk, which made Kurt instantly flip through his internal catalogue of performances with New Directions.

"You didn't!" Kurt exclaimed, his mind clicking with their attempt at hairography.

"We did!" Wes chimed back, with a large smile.

"What did you do?" Blaine directed his question at Wes, who motioned to the laptop teetering on his lap.

"Come on Blaine," Kurt said, tugging back at his boyfriend, who was making his way over to Wes' laptop.

"Just one video," Blaine said, sticking out his lower lip. Kurt gave in, cursing himself for being a sucker for adorable boys with adorable pouts.

The opening beats to Crazy In Love started to play, as all of New Directions donned wonderfully long hair, which was perfect for hairography. Blaine examined the backs of the group, trying to judge which one Kurt was, which was an easy enough task because only three of them had blonde hair.

"Suspenders," Blaine said, as Artie started the opening little rap of the song the rest of New Directions flipped their hair over their shoulders, "Keep your eyes on the suspenders."

"Blaine," Kurt whined, knowing that this video quality wasn't the best, and he could keep his identity hidden for a bit longer.

"Oh come on Kurt, you look endearing," David said, as Kurt winced, his mind flashing back to the first time David had called him endearing.

"Hey Blaine," Wes whispered, nudging his best friend, "Do you wish you were Quinn?"

"Why?" Blaine asked, before he realized why Wes had said that. Quinn had her legs wrapped around Kurt's thin waist, while Kurt sort of thrusted into her.

"Down to here, down to there, down to where it stops by itself, where it stops by itself," Artie sang through the laptop speakers, as Kurt buried his head in his hands at his horrible dancing and tacky hair.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, noticing that Kurt was no longer focused on the screen.

"Those are Finn's dance moves; I would never willing dance like that," Kurt said, needing to clear the air about those weird Walk Like an Egyptian reminiscent moves.

"Oh, Kurt, we know," Wes said, as him and David broke down in giggles, their minds relapsing back to all of those dances they had found of Kurt before, where he showed off his hypnotic hip movements.

The video ended, Mercedes last note wavering out. The group that was huddled around the laptop screen was almost stunned speechless at the sight of Kurt with long, blonde hair. It didn't help that Kurt was making a show out of whipping his wigged head around.

"Just promise me one thing," Blaine said, as Kurt nodded, "You'll never grow your hair out like that."

"Or what?" Kurt teased, getting this burst of courage from the way Blaine was looking at him, "You won't love me anymore?"

"No, nothing that extreme," Blaine stuttered, his face contorting in surprise, obviously not expecting Kurt to retort like that. In fact, Kurt's respond made his heart beat triple time. Love?

"Don't we have a date to finish?" Kurt asked, as he subconsciously licked his lips in anticipation. Blaine nodded in response to Kurt's question, ignoring the butterflies that may have overtaken his stomach.

"Come on," Blaine said, standing up, lacing his fingers with Kurt's, "Bye guys!"

The walk up to Kurt's dorm was in relative silence, with their hands linked and bodies pressed close.

"Thank you for today," Kurt said, peering through his eyelashes at Blaine, much like he did whenever he was feeling bashful.

"You're welcome, mon petit chou," Blaine said, enjoying the way that Kurt beamed at him as the silly nickname rolled off his tongue.

Blaine brought his forehead to rest against Kurt's, as his thumb rubbed the web of skin between Kurt's thumb and index finger. Kurt tilted his chin up the slightest bit, which made his lips rub against Blaine's. Blaine's free hand was quick to cradle Kurt's cheek, while Kurt pressed his free hand into small of Blaine's back. The world was suspended while their lips just made innocent contact. But, this nagging thing called oxygen demanded that their kiss needed to cease.

"Goodnight Blaine," Kurt said, walking into his dorm with the dorky smile that he hadn't been able to shake all evening.

Well, I hope that you all liked it! Reviews are like oxygen for me! ;D