"Want to hear a fun fact?" Blaine asked as they opened their menus at the Italian restaurant Kurt had chosen a few blocks down. It was a cosy little spot with candles on each table and checker tablecloths. The two boys sat snugly opposite each other in a private booth.

"Why do I get the feeling you are going to tell me anyway?" Kurt's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Because there is never a reason not to learn something new." Blaine sung with exuberant optimism. He was suited to being a teacher. "Did you know that the bodies from Pompei's volcanic eruption are actually casts, not the actual bodies. When the ash fell it solidified, the bodies inside left a void and then archaeologists came along and filled the hollows with plaster, and that's how we get the statues that are in the museums."

"Blaine! That's so morbid. What makes you think that this is a good topic of conversation for a date?"

"We are in an Italian restaurant, duh." Blaine replied completely unoffended. "Or would you rather hear some fun facts about Pompei's brothels?" The waiter that walked by overheard Blaine's comment and gave them both a funny look. Kurt, utterly embarrassed hid his face in his hands.

"And Sam wonders why you don't date much." Kurt released his face and stared up at Blaine, extremely impressed with his morbid facts. Kurt couldn't help but be charmed by the sight.

"Oh, you can try your luck with Sam if you like. Wait, how much do you know about Star Wars?"

"That's the one with the baby Yoda that everyone keeps talking about, right?"

"Yeah, you better stick with me." Blaine confirmed. "And how can you not like baby Yoda?"

"I just think there are cuter things out there." Kurt shrugged. Blaine clutched his chest as if his heart was about to fall out through his pecs. "What? I mean, what about the little teddy bear guys in the original movies? They are way cuter."

"They are called Ewoks, and if you ever call them teddy bears around Sam, I cannot be held accountable for what happens."

"By the way, why don't you wrestle with him anymore?" Kurt asked. Blaine looked a little taken aback.

"What?"

"Sam said that after what happened in high school-"

"May I take your orders?" The waiter interrupted. Blaine looked a little thankful.

"I'll have the tortellini, please." Blaine ordered quickly.

"Lasagne." Kurt placed his order and added a bottle of wine to the list as well. "Garfield; also cuter than baby yoda." Kurt added once the waiter left.

"Beg to differ. Obese, selfish cat versus adorable green saviour of the universe." Blaine weight his hands up with the options. The scales fell in Yoda's favour.

"So, you don't wrestle with Sam because you do have unresolved feelings for him?"

"What! No." Blaine blushed a little. He decided honesty was best, even if it meant digging up parts of himself, he didn't particularly want to share, let alone share with someone he was falling head over heels for. "Wrestling with Sam was great, but back then, for me, it was kind of an excuse to get physically close to someone. And yeah, I did have a bit of a crush on him. But we all had a crush on someone who was unavailable in high school."

"Oh yeah, I know the feels."

"Then, after my boyfriend found out that we had made out, I just felt like that wasn't something I could do with Sam anymore. It reminded me of how stupid and selfish I had been."

"Have you told Sam this?"

"Lord, no. You're the first person I've told. Please don't tell Sam."

"I won't. You will."

"Sam doesn't need to know about something long in the past. We've got an awesome friendship." Their wine arrived and Blaine poured them both a glass. "We have to arrange a day for you to meet when his hands aren't tied up."

"I would like that. Do you have many other friends?"

"Just Danni and some friends from uni. They're ok, but no one I really connect with."

"I know the feeling. Santana and Rachel are like family to me now. Elliot's not so bad, but he talks about guitars a lot and I have no idea how to play. And he's way too obsessed with rock bands which leaves no room for musical theatre discussions."

"You don't know how to play guitar?" Blaine leant back as their food arrived. The steamy deliciousness of carbs left them both smiling.

"I'm more of a singer." Kurt dug into his food.

"Now I'm going to have to formally request that you serenade me. I did think that your sexy time moans were particularly sonorous. No wonder they carried so well across the night club."

"Blaine." Kurt blushed. Blaine loved it when Kurt blushed every time, he said something cheeky.

"You'll have to find where else sound carries well, maybe the third floor?"

"What do you mean?"

"At the club." Blaine looked confused. "You know, if you go off with someone else."

"But I'm with you."

"Kurt." Blaine put down his fork and clasped Kurt's hand. "You have only been with me, you haven't experienced much at all. The last thing I want to do is have this wonderful relationship with you only to find that years down the tract you regret not exploring a little. It's like the story of the bird, you hold it too tight and it can't sing."

"But what about you?"

"I've had my time exploring. I only want to explore you now. I'm not saying go do something you're uncomfortable with, but I want you to have fun. The club is a safe place for you to do that. But let's agree this freedom only happens there, so there are boundaries. And I'm always there to watch out for you. And I have to confess." Blaine lent a little closer, closing the gap between them "Watching you is kind of a turn on."

So, it was possible for Kurt to blush even redder.

"What do you say?" Blaine asked.

"It will make everything more complicated."

"I trust you."

"What if you get jealous."

"I will talk to you about it, and not ignore you for three days. Besides, jealous sex is very spicy."

Kurt wasn't sure what to make of all this. Here was Blaine, this amazing human with the most understanding eyes and terrible sense of humour, telling him to explore what life has to offer.

"Fine." Kurt grinned. "But you have to do something for me."

"Anything, my dear." Blaine refrained from kissing the back of Kurt's hand, resorting instead, to topping up his wine glass.

"You're wrestling with Sam. He misses it. He doesn't understand while you stopped. Besides, I really need some hints on how to beat you."

"Ahh, so I'm not the only one that likes to watch."

"Not like that-"

"Ah, ah, you have spoken, I hear your message loud and clear. A bit of man-on-man wrestling gets Kurt going. I better warn Sam what a kinky devil you are." Blaine's voice was far too loud for such a small restaurant.

Kurt wanted nothing more than to slunk down his seat and hide under the table. He did not, lest Blaine would make another inappropriate comment about what sort of activities the oversized table cloth could conceal.

They finished their meal. Blaine paid, as any gentleman would. They walked hand in hand down the street. And, just like any gentleman, Blaine let Kurt pick the movie. Both knew it didn't really matter which movie they saw provided the theatre was relatively empty, neither would be paying much attention.

Kurt giggled like a high school boy as Blaine lead them up to the back of the theatre. He had a bucket of popcorn in one hand and Kurt's in the other.

"Watch this." Kurt tossed a popcorn piece in the air and caught it.

"Kurt, what a hidden talent you have. I am envious." Blaine attempted to do the same but missed terribly. Kurt giggled and swung his legs across Blaine's lap.

"Don't worry, you have many other talents." Kurt kissed those salty popcorn lips as the lights dimmed. He felt at home wrapped up in Blaine's arm, Kurt nudged his head against his shoulder. He felt Blaine's nose smell his hair. Kurt changed to strawberry shampoo after Blaine's comment the other week. There was also strawberry sauce in the fridge at home. That was, provided Rachel hadn't used it all up on her throat-saving ice-cream therapy.

Their hands entwined and rolled over one another. As the movie progressed, Blaine's hands stroked up and down Kurt's thighs that were resting upon his lap. He began to have an appreciation for the way skin felt under fabric. The way it stretched and pulled, the softness and the tease. Blaine let his fingers wander and trace up Kurt's inner thigh. He didn't go past that, holding back. It made Kurt squirm and adjust himself. Blaine didn't need to feel Kurt to know that the boy was hard.

"You are such a tease, Blaine." Kurt breathed, spreading his legs further, giving Blaine better access. Blaine still didn't take the opportunity, letting his fingers roll back down to Kurt's knee.

"You're calling me a tease? Might I recall a certain someone who wouldn't get me off in the class room." Blaine purred seductively and with a quick hand ran his palm up against Kurt's crotch. The sudden contact made him gasp. Kurt's cock was pulsing and his balls tightening with anticipation. Blaine took Kurt's hand and pressed it gently to his own growing cock.

"Blaine, we can't do this here." Kurt whispered.

"Why not?"

"We'll get arrested."

"A little overdramatic, don't you think? Do you want to?"

"God yes." Kurt instinctively clasped his hands around Blaine's bulge feeling the excitement in his hips with such intensity is was as if Blaine was touching him already.

"Then it's totally worth the risk." Blaine nuzzled his lips to Kurt's neck, and found his lips. Their kiss was soft and gentle. That brush of lip against lip drove Kurt wild and before he knew it, he was the one unzipping Blaine's pants. "Besides, if we get arrested, perhaps we could ask to borrow those handcuffs for later tonight."

"I like the way you think Blaine Anderson." Kurt's lips barely left Blaine's as they spoke. Blaine's arms wrapped around Kurt's back and supported him, while Kurt was twisted, half on Blaine's lap. His hand was alternating between stroking Blaine's thickening cock and running up under his shirt to feel his abs. Kurt raced further up still to find a nipple and gave it a pinch. Blaine giggled through his kisses. This made Kurt pinch him again.

Blaine kissed deeper into Kurt's mouth, snaking his tongue across his teeth. This earnt him a tight fist around his cock and hard full pumps that send shiver's down his spine. He didn't think Kurt would have such an incredibly tight grip. Those strokes made his abs clench and his hips tense. He felt Kurt's fingers flick up and roll across his sensitive head. Then Kurt changed his movements, they became lighter, shallower but faster.

"Do you like that, baby?" Kurt purred. "I could keep going, I could make you come like this or I could swallow you. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Kurt. Please." God, Kurt's voice alone was enough for Blaine. He couldn't help but let out a whimper. Kurt watched how Blaine closed his eyes and rolled his head back. Those lips were incredible. The sight encouraged Kurt's dirty talk.

"I could roll my tongue all around your head. I want you to run your fingers through my hair. I want you to beg me to go deeper. I want your hand to push my head down. I want to feel your head in the back of my throat as I swallow you."

"Fuck, Kurt, you're bringing me close." Kurt knew exactly what he was doing. He could feel those veins thickening, he could feel the wetness of Blaine's cock slip over his fist. He was about to swing his legs around and put Blaine out of his misery when a flash light shone from the front of the movie theatre.

"Crap." Blaine indelicately leapt back from Kurt. Kurt retracted his hand and Blaine did his best to stuff his incredibly ready erection back into his pants. The flashlight zoomed across the room and ascended the stairs. Blaine shoved the bucket of popcorn over his lap and began to much down on a piece as casually as possible, his eyes not leaving the screen.

"Is everything alright?" Kurt asked innocently. His legs too, were crossed. The cinema worker was younger than they were with a face covered in pockmarks and greasy hair. He looked rather awkward at having to have to take on this task.

"Just checking everything is ok, that's all." His voice cracked. Kurt smiled politely, seeing how the kid didn't want to be there as much as Kurt didn't want him there.

"Everything is fine. You should use some witch hazel for your breakouts though." Kurt offered. "And make sure you are changing your pillow cases regularly, like once a fortnight. It should help clear all this up." Kurt motioned to the teens face. Blaine shoved a fistful of popcorn into his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

"Oh, ok. Thanks. Bye." The teenager plonked back down the stairs and turned off his flashlight.

"I can't catch a break, can I?" Blaine sighed, folding his head onto Kurt's shoulder. Kurt chuckled.

"Movie is almost over." Kurt assured him, patting his gelled hair. "Then you can come back to mine."