A/N: Holy. Freakin'. Crap. The response I got for the first chapter of this was amazing. I'm so terribly sorry that I haven't updated in two effin' months, but I really didn't expect to get such fabulous feedback on this story. I mean, this was something I wrote on a whim! I didn't know you guys would actually like it! Gosh! I mean, 19 reviews, already 20 favorites, and 34 alerts? I've never gotten such good reactions to any of my other stories for just the first chapter before (Not even The Misadventures of Facebook: Klaine Edition, and that has a 100 reviews now!), and this was just astounding for me. I seriously love all of you.

Anyways, I apologize for the long author's note, and how horrible this chapter is, but I figured something was better than nothing. I hope you haven't lost interest just yet. ~ I promise I'll try to update more frequently.

Warnings: Boy kisses, oocness, blahblahblah.

I forgot something last time, too. I feel stupid and unprofessional.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. R.I.B. and FOX do. I'm simply borrowing its characters. If I did own Glee, Kurt would always be happy, and get most of the solos~

A/N2: I'm in need of a beta. Sorry for saying (coughtyping) that so rudely, but it's true. I'd love to have someone I can count on to look over my stories and edit them, and tell me if they suck or not, so if you're interested, just PM me, 'kay? (: OH. And over time, you'll notice that I re-upload lots of chapters. It's because I'm so in need of a beta, and I keep finding grammar errors that I must change! So don't mind them. Now. Here we go!

Chapter Two

Kurt's fingers drummed on the table, his brows furrowing with humiliation as he waited, growing more and more uneasy with each passing second.

A barista, dressed in the standard green visor and matching apron that was the Lima Bean uniform walked past, yellow-paged notepad in hand, and the glasz-eyed teen nearly stopped him to ask if he had seen the Vocal Adrenaline member who Kurt should've known not to trust, before realizing that he would only seem like a pitying sight. He mentally scoffed. As if he didn't already seem like one.

It was almost 8:00, and Kurt had been waiting nearly an hour.

Sighing in resignation, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment and tears gathering in the corner of his eyes, Kurt stood up to leave. He picked up his Marc Jacobs jacket (Fall collection, 2009) from the back of his chair, and started to shrug himself into it, but flinched tensely as a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder. He whirled around, and felt his breath catch as he stared into familiar ocean blue depths.

"Jesse," he breathed.

Jesse St. James wore that same arrogant smirk he had had back in the music library, and he had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat (designer brand as well, which Kurt very much approved of). The Vocal Adrenaline member tilted his head slightly at the countertenor's near-speechlessness, before speaking smoothly.

"I'm sorry I've kept you waiting, especially after I forgot to tell you what time we should meet up anyway, but I wish you would stay. After all, I'd love to get to know you a little better," Jesse said persuasively, his eyes suddenly filling with a warmth the sophomore hadn't been aware a soulless automaton from Carmel High was even capable of.

Kurt felt himself melt instantly, before he forced his bitchy façade to come up once again, trying to hide how he was falling so easily for the other male's charms.

"I don't know," he replied cooly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why should I stay? For all I know, you could just be deceiving me into thinking that you're actually interested in me in order to get some information about the New Directions that you'll use against us before Regionals comes."

Jesse paused for a moment after Kurt finished ranting, looking contemplative as he thought silently. Kurt hoped that didn't mean that what he had just said was Club gave enough drama to last him for eternity, he didn't need any more cases of heartbreak in his life. His worries were somewhat quelled by the taller boy's next words.

"You don't have to stay; I'm not going to force you to, and I'm not using you for anything like that. Don't you think if I did, I'd go flirt with that girl who sings the lead in your show choir?" Jesse raised an eyebrow as he spoke, adding in the last part teasingly, which Kurt almost gaped at, incredulous at his basically admission of hitting on the countertenor before catching himself.

"Uh, that girl is named Rachel Berry, our annoying, but admittedly talented female lead, and we call it Glee Club, not show choir. Show choir just makes it sound as though our lives revolve around it, much like how Vocal Adrenaline's lives probably do," Kurt hesitantly said this, though his voice grew more confident and biting with every word that came out of his mouth.

Jesse chuckled in amusement, the husky sound of it throwing Kurt off-guard, and his eyes glazed over for a split-second before he thought to regain his composure.

"Well, you are definitely more talented than she is and could ever be. The number she did at your Sectionals lacked the passion Barbra Streisand had in Funny Girl, which is why I'm not very impressed by her. She has the pipes, but she completely lacks the emotion that's required in a singer," the curly-haired male winked at him after saying this, causing Kurt to feel heat rush into his face. It wasn't as though what Jesse said wasn't true. Rachel was amazing, but as much as she tried to, and oh Gaga, how she tried to be passionate, only to end up making constipated faces, she couldn't get any emotion through to her audience without them wanting to strangle her.

"And despite popular belief, my life doesn't revolve around show choir. There are more important things, you know, as hard as it might be to believe," Jesse finished in between a light laugh that Kurt was mesmerized by.

"Oh really? Like what?" Kurt questioned cautiously, still doubtful of the fact that maybe everything he had assumed about Carmel High students—well, prep school kids that were likely to be snobby and rich— had been entirely incorrect.

Jesse seemed to be thinking his answer over, leading Kurt to start feeling smug, believing that the older boy's previous mini-speech had only been an empty statement. Then the silence was broken, and Kurt was shocked into incoherence once more.

"Hmm...well, family for started. Friends..." Kurt looked at him disbelievingly, and Jesse quickly corrected himself. "Well, friends as in people you can actually trust, not like those who just act like buddy-buddy because of some ulterior motive," he actually sounded sincere, and yet again, Kurt was at a loss for words. That seemed to be happening a lot lately.

"And...love..." Was it just Kurt's imagination, or had Jesse stared directly at him when he said that? Either way, he still felt unreasonably flustered, fidgeting in his stance.

"After all, you know what they say. A life without love is no life at all," Jesse told him, smiling softly as he leaned forward slightly, as though telling him a secret. Kurt raised an eyebrow in response, only marginally impressed.

"Quoting 'Ever After'?" he asked, having recognized the line from the 1998 Drew Barrymore movie. "I admit, I'm a bit impressed...but you're gonna have to do a lot more to leave some sort of a good impression on me," Kurt stated bluntly.

Jesse smirked for the first time since the beginning of their little meeting.

"Well, we'd better take a seat, then, since I have a feeling that it's going to take quite a while," he said, amused. Kurt narrowed his eyes at what he perceived to be a jab at him, but the teasing glint in those ocean blue orbs let him know that Jesse was only joking lightly.

Slowly settling back into his seat, Kurt didn't even bother to remove his jacket, what with the chill in the coffee shop anyways. Jesse did the same across from him, though he took off his own coat, draping it across the back of his chair.

"So...tell me, why is it that you have such an amazing voice, but you still didn't get a solo at your competition?" Jesse asked him, flattering Kurt at the same time. Kurt refused to acknowledge the permanent blush in his cheeks, though obviously Jesse wasn't doing the same, only purposefully fueling the fire. "That male lead of yours was far inferior to you, like I've said that Rachel girl is, too. His voice was terrible, and when he danced, he looked like a zombie who had to poop."

Kurt knew he should have probably felt offended for Finn, what with him being his almost-stepbrother (which was strange to say, well, think), and desperate crush, which was the awkward part, but even he couldn't deny that the tall teen's voice was rather rough around the edges, and Jesse's last statement was too hilarious notto laugh at.

And so he did. Kurt laughed loudly, wiping away tears of mirth from his glasz eyes as he calmed down, knowing that others were shooting him odd looks (then again, since when had they ever not done so).

When he looked up again, he found Jesse gazing at him intently, an unreadable emotion flickering on his face. Kurt shifted uncomfortably under his stare, clearing his throat lightly as he calmed himself.

"I apologize for my little...erm, outburst," he told the Vocal Adrenaline member, fidgeting slightly.

"No, no, there's nothing to apologize for, your laugh's nice to hear," Jesse said, a seemingly genuine smile on his face. Kurt cautiously gave him a small smile back, unable to help it. No one had ever complimented him before, not even Mercedes, who had had a crush on him once, for the love of Jacobs. Now that someone had, it was too hard to refrain from giving a positive reaction.

Jesse's smile grew wider at the sight of Kurt's lips curving upward, and he kept speaking. "'Specially since I get the feeling that you don't do it very often," he confessed knowingly, hand reaching out to hold one of the countertenor's. But Kurt moved his back before Jesse could touch him, clearing his throat hoarsely. The older male frowned slightly, but otherwise said nothing about the movement.

"Really?" Kurt responded, instantly cursing himself for the way his voice grew higher. It wasn't too noticeable, but he doubted that Jesse missed it. Looking at the other's furrowed eyebrows, Kurt decided that he probably hadn't. "What makes you think that?"

"Well..." Jesse started, deliberately slowing his words. "You have frown lines on your face, not obvious enough for someone who doesn't pay close enough attention, but enough that a person who does can see them," Kurt self-consciously ran a hand over the expanse of his face at this, not having noticed those lines before, "and from what I saw the day we met, you keep up some sort of front, one that makes you seem like some kind of ice queen, which I know you aren't, just so that you're not vulnerable to people, like the way you feel."

Kurt was speechless. It was like Jesse had picked through his brain, and took out all of his deprecating thoughts, as well as those thoughts of how to protect himself, and just put them together in a thorough observation.

"How the hell would you know any of that?" Kurt demanded, bitchiness evident in his scowl as a defense mechanism he had had since freshmen year. "What are you, some sort of stalker?" Disbelief was laced in his tone.

"No," Jesse shook his head with a soft chuckle. "I'm just observant."

"Whatever you are, you're wrong. You don't know anything about me."

"Well, I know that you're an amazing singer, and that you can play the piano like an expert," Jesse offered.

"Even so, you've barely scratched the surface," Kurt retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Then why don't you let me really know you?" He moved closer to the younger boy, cocking his head. "Let me know the mystery that is the fabulous Kurt Hummel," Kurt barked out an incredulous laugh at the adjective that was placed before his name, seeing Jesse's eyes subtly grow warm and almost smoldering at the sound.

Torn for a moment, Kurt opened and closed his mouth, breathing out exhalations that were barely monosyllables, before relenting with a resigned sigh.

"What do you want to know?"

Jesse's answering grin nearly lit up the room.

"Anything," he whispered softly. "Everything." Kurt could have said some sort of piercing remark about the cheesiness of the statement, but he didn't. He only parted his lips, and began to talk completely and utter nonsense about himself.

"Wait, wait," Jesse interrupted in between a fit of laughter, wiping tears from his eyes. "You performed Push It at your school? While simultaneously pretty much acting out sex positions and grinding against each other, in front of everybody?"

"Mhmm," Kurt hummed in affirmation, a wide grin on his own lips. His eyes were bright with mischief. Their food was now long gone, the two of them only sitting with glasses of water at their table as they delved into conversation. "I was even wearing a fanny pack." The admission made Jesse release another peal of chuckles, his body shaking from the force of his amusement.

"I can't believe none of you got suspended for that. Hell, arrested, even. Isn't public pornography illegal?" he teased, smile showing off his not-so perfect teeth, which were crooked, despite their white color. But Kurt only found it endearing, especially since his own were the same. Well, more baby teeth-like than crooked, but it was basically the same situation.

"I think Principal Figgins enjoyed it so much, that he just couldn't bear to punish any of us, as much as Sue wanted to, or at least, that's what the gist of what Mr. Schuester told us, anyways," Kurt said, chuckling.

"But, enough of my school life, and life in general, why don't we talk about you? You keep saying that you want to know about me, but all I know about you is that: 1.) You're a senior at Carmel. 2.) You're the lead of Vocal Adrenaline, which is the whole reason why I'm so skeptical about your motives, and 3.) You're on a date with me for some odd reason," the countertenor persuaded, leaning his head on the palm of his hand. Jesse's smile faltered for a second, but it was back again as quickly as it moved.

"Hmm, well, my favorite color is forest green, I'm turning 18 on March 3rd, I'm planning to go to UCLA—that's in Los Angeles— in the fall once I graduate, and my current obsession is A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens," Jesse's gaze went to the ceiling as he spouted off the random facts, before flickering down and catching Kurt's grimace at the mention of the author.

"What, not a big fan of the book?" Jesse asked, tilting his head in question.

"Not a big fan of Charles Dickens in general, I guess," Kurt said, shrugging. "As much of a classic he is, which I'm willing to acknowledge, his books can get tiring to read for those who aren't really too interested in old-fashioned literature. His writing is amazing, but I'm just not too interested in what he writes about."

"Nice to meet someone who has a reasonable opinion, most people would have said that his novels were boring, and leave it at that," Jesse was clearly both surprised, and intrigued, and Kurt lapped up the attention.

"Well, I'm not really 'most people', now am I?" Kurt asked rhetorically, smirking in a similar fashion as Jesse periodically did.

"No, you most certainly are not, Kurt," the senior agreed, moving his head in assertion. "You're really like nobody I've ever met before." The porcelain-skinned teen flushed pink, ducking his head shyly, despite his mind screaming at him to stop acting like such a lovesick schoolgirl.

"I'd say the same, but you really haven't told me much about you," Kurt shot back, before biting his lip at his bluntness. Jesse opened his mouth to reply, but a new voice kept him from speaking.

"Excuse me, sirs? It's almost 10:00, and we're about to close up the restaurant now," an elderly waitress told them, a polite smile on her wrinkled mouth, gray hair tied up into a tight bun. She placed their bill down onto the table as Kurt looked at the clock in shock, hardly able to believe that the time had passed by so quickly.

Jesse slipped out a shiny, platinum credit card, slipping it into the fold of the leather folder that held their receipt.

"Don't worry, we'll be out of your hair in no time," he responded smoothly, a charming smile on his face. The woman's tired eyes warmed with appreciation, and she tucked the bill away, before walking over to the register.

"You didn't have to pay," Kurt spluttered, looking embarrassed as he moved to gather up his things.

"I'm the one who asked you out, of course I did."

"Well, can I at least pay for next time?" the sophomore asked him after he put his jacket on.

"Sure," Jesse said smirking devilishly. "After all, that means that there's going to be a next time, so, gladly."

Kurt immediately blushed a bright red. The waitress came back with Jesse's credit card, and the Vocal Adrenaline member filed it away into his wallet, before holding his arm out like a gentleman, and nodding toward the door.

"Let me walk you home?"

It only took Kurt's hand stretching out gingerly onto Jesse's forearm for them to start heading the door.

On the way back to Kurt's house, the shorter of the two had trouble keeping off the enormous grin on his face the entire walk.

Jesse shoved his hands into his pockets as Kurt leaned against his front door, the porch lights turned on as the older male stood in front of him, smiling gently.

"So I'll see you soon, right?" Kurt nodded weakly, still dazed from everything that had happened that night.

"Well, here, give me your phone," Jesse said, reaching his hand out expectantly, and when Kurt followed his order, taking his phone out of his jacket pocket, he took a short moment to fiddle with it, before handing it back. "There. Now you have my number. Call me sometime?" Kurt glanced down at his phone, eyes widening at the brand new contact (Jesse St. James, with a damn heart after it), then nodded weakly.

"Great," Jesse gave him an almost blinding grin, before leaning forward and pressing his lips light to Kurt's. The countertenor didn't even have the time to process this and start kissing back, until Jesse was already moving away. "Good night, Kurt."

Kurt blinked owlishly at the senior's retreating figure. Finally realizing that he just had his first date, and his first kiss, Kurt's jaw dropped.

"Wow," he mouthed. Opening the door, Kurt went inside his house, ignoring his dad's questions of Who was that? and the incredulously said Kurt Elijah Hummel, did you just go on a date?.

He plopped onto his bed once he got into his room, even though he was sure his dad was still hovering near the door at the top of the staircase of the basement, pacing back and forth, ready to barge in and ask for answers. Right now, he was too caught up in his thoughts of Jesse, wondering how his life got turned upside down so fast.

Kurt took his phone out of his pocket, and texted Jesse a quick message, not expecting to get a reply.

maybe our second date can be next friday, same place, same time? x Kurt

He chewed on his lower lip as he sent the text, wondering if the 'x' was too much, before jumping in surprise as his phone signaled a new reply from Jesse St. James.

definitely. i can't wait to see you there, beautiful. (: xxx Jesse

Caught between obsessing over the fact that Jesse had just called him beautiful, and the fact that the tag had three x's in it, Kurt didn't even notice that he hadn't thought of Finn Hudson at all that night.

Maybe Jesse wasn't such a bad person to think about, after all. Maybe he was exactly what Kurt needed. Either way, the glasz-eyed teen bit back a large grin as he laid down on his bed, placing his phone onto the bedside table to his left.

Just one week until he saw Jesse again. One more week until he felt as giddy as he did now.

...

So worth it.

Oh my god, I am so sorry for this horrible chapter. I'm hoping the next one (which should be posted either tomorrow or Monday) will make up for the sickening fluff that my muse told me to write. )': I just wanted Kurt and Jesse to get to know each other first. STAY WITH ME. DUN LEAVE ME. You can review if you'd like, I don't care if it's flames, or praises, I'd just be happy to have some feedback, especially after the amazing response I already got for this. You guys are just wonderful. It's people like you who keep me alive and happy. (:

Hugs and butterfly kisses,

WishesintheNightSky.