Thanks for all the messages last night in regards to the stalker issue. It's not too bad just yet, it only really became a bit of an issue in my mind as of Saturday morning (yesterday? Yeah, I've lost track of days completely) but if it escalates I'll be sure to tell my manager. My parents know already so it'll be fine :)

I'm so tired. My work schedule for the next two weeks is hectic and a half so I don't know how much I'll be able to write. Kiss will still update as per normal but my other stories might be taking a bit of a hiatus, I don't know yet. I'll try to work in some time but I've got about 24 hours of sleep to catch up on, not including night shift tonight. I also have 8 FF messages and 14 Tumblr messages and it's all a little crazy. I'm going to try to power through those ASAP though.

From sailorjupiterox: The Warblers set Klaine up on a date - without them knowing!

Time for someone else's POV :) or... everybody else's POV's ;)

Angela is convinced that Trent is gay. So, this is for her ;)

Setup

"I call this emergency Warbler meeting to order!"

David waited for Wes to bang his gavel, even though the room was silent, before standing. "Okay, everybody. You may notice that Kurt and Blaine aren't here." The boys began to look around the room, muttering to each other, and David sighed as he realized nobody had noticed. "Well, they're not. The reason being is that this meeting is about them."

And now everybody looked confused. "If we're giving them solos and stuff, shouldn't they be here?"

David shook his head at Cameron's question. "This isn't about solos. In fact, it's not about music at all."

He winced as the room erupted into bedlam. Thad, who hadn't been informed of what was going on prior to the meeting, was arguing with Wes. The other Warblers were torn between extreme confusion and excitement that they might finally be discussing something other than performances and uniforms. Wes finally rapped his gavel sharply. David shot a look of appreciation to his friend before turning back to the group. "Thank you for the, ah, input. How about I actually tell you what's going on?"

The group looked suitably chastised. "I think I can speak for everybody when I talk about the tension that's been going on between Kurt and Blaine lately. Wes informed me I wasn't allowed to refer to it as sexual tension, so I won't."Wes groaned as Nick and Jeff sniggered. "Anyway, we've decided enough is enough. Telling them straight out isn't going to work because they just deny it and say they're just friends who like to hold hands and watch musicals for hours on end together and have numerous coffee dates that aren't dates, they promise."

"Are you saying we're setting Kurt and Blaine up?" Thad looked skeptical while every other Warbler was on the edge of their seats, just waiting for the go ahead.

David nodded. "But this requires subtlety, guys. So we can't all plan. Therefore, we've picked a group of the Warblers who have proven their planning capabilities. The Council, along with Nick, Jeff and Trent will be spearheading this one. The rest of you will be filled in as necessary and called in for specific tasks. Oh, and nobody better say a word to either of them or they're going to be hit with a solo suspension."

The rest of the group filed out, a couple mumbling under their breath that the punishment didn't even matter because Blaine was the only one who got solos anymore. But on the whole, David felt pretty sure that it was going to stay a secret. He turned his attention to the three that had remained behind, as well as the rest of the Council. "Okay guys. So begins the first meeting of Operation Klaine."

"Hey, Kurt."

Jeff slid into a seat next to the boy who was pouring over a History textbook. He looked up to spare Jeff a smile before returning to his study. Undeterred, Jeff continued. "So, what are you doing tomorrow night?"

Kurt did look up at that, confusion written across his face. "I thought you and Nick were still together?"

"We are."

"Then why do you sound like you're asking me on a date?"

Jeff sighed mentally. Smooth, Sterling. But what was coming next would almost certainly make up for it. "Well if you don't want to go and see Wicked, that's f-"

"What?" Kurt's eyes almost bugged out of his head. "No. Way!"

Jeff was glad he wasn't the one who was going to end up telling Kurt that he wouldn't actually be seeing Wicked, and even more relieved that Kurt hadn't actually thought about the impossibility of seeing Wicked in Westerville. "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes!" Kurt jumped up and threw his arms around Jeff's neck. "Thank you!"

And of course luck wasn't on their side, because Blaine walked into the room at that exact moment. Jeff immediately lifted his hands from Kurt's back where he had hugged the guy back, raising them in the air. To his credit, Blaine only looked confused for a second before apparently plastering on his 'brave mask' and walking over. "Hey, guys."

"Oh, Blaine! You're not going to believe it, Jeff managed to get me a ticket for Wicked tomorrow night!"

Jeff stood hastily, refusing to look at Blaine. "Anyway!" he cut in loudly. "I'll talk to you about arrangements later, Kurt."

He could feel Blaine's glare drilling into his back as he left. Wincing, he stepped into the hallway where Nick was waiting. "How'd it go?" his boyfriend asked, linking their hands together. "He bought it?"

"Absolutely. But Blaine walked in and he was pissed. So I'm going to stay out of his way for the next twenty four hours, I think."

Nick chuckled. "A wise choice. Time for Stage Two."

After hearing from Jeff what had gone down the previous day, Trent really didn't want to be the one who had to get Blaine on his own. But it was for the sake of the Warblers... plus, Wes had threatened to pull every string possible to kick him out of the Warblers if he didn't. So, with the utmost trepidation, Trent knocked on Blaine's door early on Saturday morning.

"Come in."

Trent opened the door to see Blaine sitting on his bed, violin in hand. He knew well enough that Blaine only brought out the violin when he was feeling sorry for himself and suppressed a wince. They're so obvious.

"Hey, I was wondering whether you could do me a favour?"

Blaine sighed, lowering the violin. "What is it?"

So gracious. "Well, it's my mother's birthday tomorrow and I need to get her a present and I've come up blank. And I know you usually do well with buying presents for people -"

"So you want me to come and help you out?" Blaine looked slightly less belligerent, probably at the thought of doing something with his day rather than sitting alone and pining over Kurt. "Yeah, I guess I can do that.

Trent nodded. "It'd be a huge help. Thanks Blaine, I'll come grab you this afternoon."

Blaine picked up his violin again and began to play, signaling the end of the conversation. As much as Trent appreciated some good violin music, he didn't really want to hang around and listen to his friend play mournful songs about his 'just friend.'

As he backed out of the room, Trent turned to Wes who had an eyebrow raised. "All good."

David nodded, holding his phone up to his ear. "Wes. Time for Stage Three."

In hindsight, Wes would probably look at it as the most successful project the Warblers had ever undertaken. For a plan that could have gone wrong at any opportunity, so far it was going off without a hitch.

Trent and Blaine had left just after three. Wes knew it would have been earlier but dragging Blaine away from his violin when he was having a miserable moment (or hour... or day...) was quite the mammoth task sometimes, especially when Trent wanted him to change for the occasion. Finally Trent had lured him out with the promise of plenty of coffee, signaling to Nick who sent Wes a text informing him.

Jeff had picked up a hyperactive and dressed-to-the-nines Kurt around five, covertly giving Wes a thumbs up as they walked past - or bounced past in Kurt's case. Wes was still amazed that Kurt hadn't realized the impossibility of him seeing Wicked, but the excitement was Wes's main worry. When Kurt was told that he wouldn't be seeing the show, they were concerned that the disappointment would ruin the night they had planned.

Speaking of which... Wes grabbed his phone and dialed the number. "Yes, just wanting to confirm a booking for two at six o'clock tonight, under Anderson?" The voice on the other end gave an agreement and he smiled. "Excellent. And the booking for six under Montgomery?" Another confirmation. "That's great, thank you very much."

The next call was to Jeff. "It's a go. We'll meet you there."

And finally, Trent. "Did you manage to convince him to buy it?" The final confirmation was all he needed. "Okay. See you at six."

He hung up, turning to face David, Nick and Thad. "Gentlemen." They all stood, looking strangely formal. "Ready for our date?"

As the four left the room, Thad could be heard whinging. "Come on, I already get so much crap about being gay, and I'm not! This is going to ruin my imag - OW!"

"Keep walking," said Nick, "and just remember that we outnumber you straight guys once the other four show up."

Wes hid a smile.

".. and I just can't believe this is happening, I didn't think I'd get to see Wicked until I got to New York..."

Jeff suppressed a sigh. The past half hour had been nothing but Kurt's incessant rambling and Jeff was just waiting for the moment that Kurt finally twigged and realized.

"... and - wait... hold on. Jeff?"

Here we go. "Yes, Kurt?"

Kurt turned to him, frowning. "Where exactly are we going to see Wicked in Ohio?" Jeff stayed silent, staring out the window and waiting. "Wait... no... no, you're kidding me! We're not going to see Wicked, are we?"

"I'm afraid not." Jeff turned suddenly into a side road, flipping back around in the direction they had come from. "Glad you figured it out in time." He chanced a glance over at Kurt who looked devastated. "I'm sorry, Kurt," he said genuinely. "But believe me, you won't be disappointed for long."

"What?" Kurt looked up, trying to catch his eye. "What have you got planned?"

Jeff reached over and flicked on the radio, turning it up loud. Kurt seemed to get the picture and crossed his arms, pouting. Jeff simply rolled his eyes and kept on driving, hoping that Kurt would get out of his funk in the next half hour. After all, a lot was riding on this night.

"Thanks again, Blaine. I owe you big time."

Blaine shrugged. "It wasn't a problem. Gave me something to do anyway."

Trent watched as Blaine's bad mood suddenly reappeared as he remembered why he needed something to do. Trent hastily intervened, trying to keep Blaine cheerful. "Tell you what, how about we go out to dinner? I mean, you bought that new jacket and everything, might as well put it to good use."

"Um," Blaine looked like he was trying to say something with the utmost tact. "Trent... I know we play for the same team and all that... but -"

"Oh! No, not a date!" Trent resisted the urge to laugh. If only he knew. "No, you're not my type, don't worry."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "I should be insulted, but whatever. Sure, let's go."

Trent led the way to the car, pulling out his phone and subtly texting his confirmation to Nick. The restaurant was only a ten minute drive, so it all depended on Jeff and Kurt being on time. But as they reached the car, Trent received his response.

J + K are en route. Come now - Nick

Suddenly unable to keep the grin off his face, Trent jumped in the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Blaine was looking at him suspiciously, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Another ten minutes... and then they'll finally be on a date!

"So, where exactly are we going?" Blaine finally asked, pulling his new jacket out of the bag and shrugging it on.

Trent took another turn. "Just down the end of this road." He knew Blaine's reaction was going to be priceless and wished he had set up a video camera of some kind.

The second they pulled into the parking lot, Trent knew he was running on borrowed time. Killing the engine, he quickly jumped out of the car before Blaine could say anything. The other boy was currently staring at the restaurant in front of him, jaw agape, and Thad couldn't blame him. After all, who took his strictly platonic friend out for dinner to a romantic restaurant?

Blaine had finally managed to make his legs work and climbed out of the car. Trent glanced around and couldn't see any of the others, meaning they had beaten Kurt and Jeff - hopefully not by too much. "Trent, this place is..." Blaine suddenly turned to him, confused. "You said this wasn't a date!"

"I lied. Sort of." Behind Blaine, Thad saw Jeff's car pull in and breathed a sigh of relief at their perfect timing. "It's not a date for me."

Blaine's brow furrowed until Trent took him by the shoulders, spinning him gently. Kurt was just stepping out of Jeff's car, wearing the same confused expression. "It's a date for you," Thad finished, watching the pieces finally slot together in Blaine's head. Jeff was saying something to Kurt and Trent saw the realization dawn on his face as well. "Your reservation is for Anderson at six. Enjoy."

Jeff quickly stepped away and Trent followed suit, walking over to the other side of the building where Trent knew the other Warblers were waiting for them. "Well," Nick whispered after kissing Jeff quickly, "how did it go?"

Trent simply gestured for them to look. In the car park, Kurt and Blaine had finally stepped towards each other and were speaking quietly. A moment later, Blaine held out a hand which Kurt took, his face alight. When asked about it later, every single boy would deny being one of the three to squeal. But Trent knew that Thad's battle to be taken as a completely straight guy was weakening when he acted exactly the same as Nick and Jeff. "Alright, we give them five minutes then we'll head in," Wes muttered quietly. "Apparently we've been seated just around the corner where they won't see us but we can be nosy friends and listen in."

"Can I just mention we should all dress up nice more often?" Jeff glanced around the group, nodding in appreciation. "We look good."

"Do you know how hard it was to convince Blaine that he needed another dinner jacket that just so happened to match his current outfit?" Trent glared at Wes. "You owe me."

Wes was still grinning happily. "It'll totally be worth it once they get their acts together. Oh, and I hope you all know I'm not footing the bill. Pay your own way."

Nick immediately leant over to Jeff. "I'll pay for you, it's my turn after all. Consider this the date we would have had if we weren't scheming." The other boys tactfully turned away as Jeff took the chance to show his appreciation to his boyfriend.

Finally, the allocated five minutes passed and Wes led the group into the restaurant. "Reservation for six under Montgomery? Oh, and can we order before being seated?" The staff gave the group a strange look but allowed them their request - after all, they were probably going to be paying an obscene amount of money considering the kind of food Thad liked to order. In places like this, money talked.

Finally, they were led to their table where they all sat. Wes placed a finger to his lips and the group listened intently until they could make out Blaine's voice. "... you know they were going to do this?"

"Not at all." Kurt's voice, quiet but still filled with excitement. "I thought I was on my way to Wicked until I worked out the impossibility of it."

Blaine suddenly sounded worried. "I'm sorry you couldn't go, I'm sure you're disappointed."

"Believe it or not..." Kurt hesitated a second. "I'd rather be here."

Jeff and Nick exchanged a high five and Trent grinned at the other boys. Maybe this is going to work...

The sound of chairs moving alerted the boys that Blaine and Kurt were making their way out. Quickly settling the bill between them - Nick happily receiving another kiss from Jeff as he covered theirs - they slipped out of the restaurant, only to have to duck behind the building as they realized Kurt and Blaine were standing in the middle of the parking lot, looking around.

"Oh..." Wes suddenly slapped a hand to his forehead. "They came in Jeff and Trent's cars, so they're probably working out how they're going to -"

"Already on it." Jeff had pulled out his phone and was sending a text. Nick glanced over his shoulder and nodded at the words.

We'll be back to drop you home in ten minutes. Enjoy your time together until then - Jeff

A moment later, Kurt pulled his phone out of his pocket, reading the text before laughing. He showed it to Blaine who raised an eyebrow. "Enjoy our time?"

"Hm," Kurt said quietly, putting the phone away and taking a step closer. "How are we going to pass the time, do you think?" His back was to the boys so they couldn't see the look on his face, but apparently it was something surprising as Blaine's eyes widened fractionally. But the smile that crossed his face a second later was perfect.

"I don't know," Blaine murmured, Nick straining to hear. "Why don't you tell me?"

Kurt whispered something that nobody could hear, and then their lips were pressed together, kissing softly under the streetlight, their arms wrapped around each other as if they had been waiting for this forever. They probably had, after all.

Jeff had his arms around Nick's neck and Nick could tell he was trying not to squeal. Wes and David high fived again and Thad fist bumped Trent. They were all grinning as the two kissed, before finally breaking apart, staring into each other's eyes. "About time," Wes whispered, but he looked the happiest of all and Nick couldn't blame him. He was the one who had orchestrated it all after all.

And then Kurt turned towards the side of the building and called out, "Guys, you can come out now."

"What?" Nick turned to the others in shock. "How did he know?"

Wes shook his head. "We should have learned not to try and pull one on Kurt." He gestured for the others to follow and the group made their way over to where the two boys were standing. Blaine was frowning, one arm still around Kurt's waist, while Kurt's arms were folded over his chest.

There was an awkward silence, then David caved. "Okay, yes, we set it up. And yes, we had to stick around."

"But it worked, right?" Trent chimed in before wincing as Nick elbowed him in the ribs. "What, it did!"

Kurt shook his head. "Yes, but you invaded into both of our personal lives -"

"Made Kurt get his hopes up about seeing Wicked," Blaine added.

"Made Blaine spend $90 on a new jacket he didn't need,"

"And then dinner on top of that," Blaine finished. "You put us through a lot here guys and we really should be demanding reimbursement of some kind."

Nick glanced at the others who all looked as guilty as he felt. Maybe their hearts had been in the right places, but their methods were certainly lacking. Just as Nick was about to cave, Kurt burst into laughter, Blaine quickly following suit. "Oh, your faces!" he gasped out. "Did you really think we were angry?"

"We're glad you did step in," Blaine said, still grinning. "So thank you."

Wes let out a sigh of relief which the others quickly mirrored. "You had us going there," he said, stepping forward to place a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "And you're welcome. As long as you two are happy."

"We are." There was a comfortable silence for a minute, then Kurt coughed quietly. "So are we going back to Dalton or will we just break curfew?"

At that, Wes jumped into action, ordering everybody around quickly. Nick joined Jeff in his car with Kurt and Blaine going with Trent. Just as the groups were about to depart, Nick heard Blaine's last comment to Wes and couldn't help but laugh.

"By the way, I wasn't kidding. You're paying our dinner."

MusicalEscape:

Hmm... And one time a guy flirted with Kurt.

"Blaine, do you want the hot chocolate or the-"

"Hey, be careful!" *places hand on shoulder* "Say, you're cute. Do you to maybe-"

*growl* "Back off, those lips (and shoulders) belong to me!" *holds up plastic straw threateningly*

Shoulder fetish Blaine ^^