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This is not good, definitely not good! Kurt repeated in his mind as he raced home. He had left Blaine hurriedly at the mall in order to get home yet it seemed every light wanted to turn red and every learner driver wanted to pull out in front of him. He glanced at his dashboard clock and registered the time as 5:45. Okay, that gave him just over and hour to get home, take a shower and choose something to wear before he met Blaine at 7. This was definitely not good.

Kurt pulled into his driveway but before he managed to dive out of his Navigator he abruptly halted at his reflection in his wing mirror.

Crap.

How on earth had he neglected to change out of his Kirsty disguise? He asked himself as he ripped off the brown curls that draped across his shoulders, running a hand through his flattened hair. He refused to allow Finn the pleasure of seeing him in his disguise. Or worse, his dad…

Frantically, he reached for the Gucci duffel bag that sat on the back seat and pulled out the red tartan pants he had worn to school that day. They were still dirty from where Karofsky had pushed him down earlier and Kurt had to close his eyes as his memory forced the feeling of Karofsky's hot, wet lips back to the front of his mind.

He sat with his eyes tightly shut for at least another minute, willing himself to think of something else. Anything else.

Blaine! Kurt's mind screamed. Think about Blaine. About tonight.

So he did and he was suddenly engulfed by the fact that he only had an hour until he was supposed to be meeting him. Eyes shooting open once more, Kurt quickly changed and raced to the door.

"Is that you Kurt?" came a distance shout from the kitchen. Clearly his dad was home.

"Yeah!" Kurt replied, flying up the first few steps to get to his room as quickly as possible.

"Woah woah woah," his dad called, coming into view. "Why're you in such a hurry? I was hoping you could help me with…Kurt is that makeup?" Kurt's eyes widened as Burt climbed the stairs to reach his son, who withdrew slightly.

"No," Kurt replied in a small voice.

"Come 'ere," Burt said, gripping Kurt's wrist and dragging him back downstairs to get a better look at him in the light. Kurt stood awkwardly as his father took his face in one hand and inspected it, his mind inevitably drifting back to the other time someone had held his face in a similar fashion that same day and he couldn't repress the shiver that shook his spine. "Is there something you wanna tell me, kid?" Burt asked, scrutinizing his son still, wiping a thumb across the blusher on his cheek.

Kurt's mind screamed yes, though it had nothing to do with the fact that he was wearing makeup.

"It's nothing, just a project in glee club today," he half-lied. Burt released his face and a mixture between a sigh and a laugh escaped his father's lips.

"Whatever," he replied as Kurt was suddenly aware of the time.

"Can I go? I have less than an hour to get ready for my…" Kurt stopped himself before he finished with 'my date' though he had apparently not stopped quickly enough. Burt eyed him suspiciously, causing Kurt to once again squirm under his gaze.

"Get ready for what? You going out tonight?" Kurt nodded briefly. He had desperately wanted to avoid this conversation with his father. "With who?"

"Just…a friend." Burt looked at him disbelievingly, knowing if it was just one of his friends he would have at least offered a name. "A…a guy." He admitted, avoiding his father's gaze.

"Is it a date?"

Kurt nodded sheepishly.

"Kind of."

Expecting a hurricane of; 'You're too young' 'How do you even know this guy?' 'On a school night Kurt, really?', Kurt was more than shocked when his father simply patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

"Have fun, but don't stay out too late," he warned before returning to the kitchen, leaving Kurt stunned and confused, though he had no time to linger as the mantel piece clock displayed the time as 6:10.

Kurt managed to shower in record time, yet the time he had saved was wasted as his hair refused to sit in the right position once it was dried. Having it cooped up in a wig had made it unruly and Kurt was ready to scream when he found his can of hairspray empty. The frustrated teen stormed into his parent's bedroom and snatched up his stepmother's can of hairspray off her dresser, being sure to remember to buy her a new can the following day.

By this point he only had 25 minutes until he was supposed to meet Blaine at the movie theatre, the movie theatre which was a 20 minute drive away…

Still wrapped in his bath towel, Kurt sighed with relief as he managed to style his hair sufficiently and he raced over to his closet, pulling out almost every piece of clothing he owned and displaying everything on his bed. He hastily picked through several outfit choices, attempting to find something that would complement what he had picked out for Blaine without looking like he was trying too hard (or looking as though he mysteriously knew exactly what Blaine would be wearing). He wanted to avoid seeming too 'high maintenance' as Blaine had put it but considering his wardrobe collection, this was proving a challenge.

Kurt glanced at the clock again, which he found he had been doing far too frequently in the last hour. It was 6:40 and unless he left now he would be late, though he could hardly go to meet the man of his dreams dressed in nothing but a pale green loosely fitted bath towel.

Kurt groaned, sinking to his knees, his arms and head resting on the bed as he suppressed the urge to scream again. Why did Blaine have to be so difficult to shop for and take all afternoon? After a few calming breaths, he once again picked through the clothes spread across his bed and finally decided upon a white dress shirt and a black cardigan finished with a purple bow tie. Similar in shade to the shirt he had picked out for Blaine but not exactly. Kurt allowed himself a quick glance in the mirror to ensure that he looked okay before returned to his vanity table for one last fix up of his hair.

Putting the hairspray back down, he hurriedly grabbed his car keys and wallet and sped to his car. Turning the key in the ignition, he noticed the dashboard clock read 6:50. Okay, he was definitely going to be late.

Blaine sighed as he placed his shopping bags on his bed before joining them there.

"So…" David questioned, not taking his eyes of the sheet music he was seemingly studying as his roommate lay face down on his comforter. "How was your date with Kirsty?"

"Nuh ah dayh." came Blaine's muffled reply which sounded vaguely like "Not a date"

"If you say so," David replied with a smirk. "You'd better get ready for your other date though my friend, aren't you meeting…Craig at 7."

"Kurt," Blaine corrected rising from his pillow "And yeah, I suppose I should get ready."

"Why do I get the feeling you're really not looking forward to this?" David asked as Blaine stretched and strolled towards their shared bathroom.

"I am…I'm just tired I guess and I have no idea what to expect with this guy," Blaine countered, a little defensively.

"I guess you have point. Blind dates can be so impersonal. I mean this guy could be a complete jerk or a pervert or be major fugly…" David listed as Blaine rolled his.

"Not helping David," he countered as a look of worry spread across his face.

Blaine showered quickly before changing into his new clothes, gaining himself a wolf whistle from David.

"The council isn't happy about you skipping the emergency rehearsal tonight though, Blaine." David informed Blaine as he was inspecting his hair. "Our 'sexy' performance to the Crawford girls is tomorrow you know."

"Yeah I'm aware, but don't worry, I think I got it," he reassured David as he glanced at the digital clock on his bedside table. "I've gotta go, see you."

David offered a "Bye, have fun!" as Blaine closed the door, car keys and wallet in hand.

Okay, now he was nervous. As well as his previous worries, David's words had planted new concerns in his mind. He attempted to shake them from his head, convincing himself that Kirsty wouldn't set him up with a jerk or a pervert though his thoughts continued to wander.

Blaine's heart pounded in his chest as he started up his car and pulled out of the Dalton Academy student car park. What if he was perfect in every way? What if he fell in love with this guy and did a Blaine-ish thing to mess it up. He'd never been in a relationship before, whenever he found himself becoming more than friends with a guy, he always somehow managed to find a way to wreck things. He was hopeless at romance and most of the time he came off as a complete dork.

Okay Blaine, pull yourself together. He thought, taking a deep breath. You'll either like him, or you won't, either way, just be yourself. He told himself this over and over until he finally found himself in the parking lot to the Cinema.

Blaine waited by the entrance 5 minutes before 7, where Kirsty had instructed him to, fully aware that he had no idea what his date even looked like.

"Please still be here please please please," Kurt repeated out loud as he parked his car and locked up. A quick glance at his watch informed him that he was 10 minutes late. That wasn't too bad right? He was often fashionably late to meet ups with his friends however with Blaine, he didn't want to take any chances.

But there he was, leaning against the building near the front entrance, looking aimlessly at the crowd of people. Kurt was suddenly aware of his increased heart rate and quick breathing as he slowly walked towards the entrance. This was it, the moment of truth. Will Blaine immediately recognize him as Kirsty? Will he not like him as Kurt? Despite his panic fuelled imagination, Kurt knew he simply couldn't turn around and leave him there so instead he took in one last deep breath to steady his frayed nerves and approached the lost-looking boy.

"Um…Blaine?" he said cautiously, causing Blaine to suddenly turn his head at the mention of his name, looking a little stunned. Kurt focused all of his willpower on not looking anything like his female counterpart as he held out his hand for an introductory handshake.

"Oh, you're Kurt, right?" Blaine asked taking Kurt's offered hand and Kurt nodded in reply once they had pulled away.

"Yeah, it's nice to meet you, sorry I'm a little late," he said awkwardly. There was an awkward pause as Blaine appeared to be studying him. Kurt was certain he felt his heart stop in his chest.

"That's fine, you…" Blaine said slowly, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Kurt thoughtfully.

Oh god, he knows, I'm doomed. Kurt concluded in his mind.

"You look-"

He knows, oh my God.

"-a little-"

What do I do? Should I run?

"-exhausted, are you okay?" Kurt's breath remained in his throat, unable to be released as he stood frozen to the spot.

"Yeah…fine," he said, finally exhaling. He was quite aware of how much of a nervous wreck he was. Blaine didn't seem to notice however as he was currently attempting to control his own nerves.

"Um…Blaine?" came a hesitant voice to his left. Blaine whipped his head around to see a brown haired teenage boy smiling shyly at him.

Oh, wow.

Well he certainly wasn't fugly, like David had suggested, that was for sure. Blaine stared blankly at the extended hand before he realized he hadn't said anything. He had been too absorbed in his stunningly blue eyes. Or were they green? Grey? They were...almost exactly the same colour as Kirsty's actually. After a brief introduction and handshake, Blaine began to see the resemblance more and more.

Are they related or something? Kirsty never did mention how she knew kurt… Blaine considered as he registered their same rounded jaw and full lips. Blaine shook his head, willing himself not to think of Kirsty or Kurt's lips…but especially not Kirsty's lips.

Oh God what was wrong with him? A 17-year-old gay teenage boy, on a date with another, very attractive gay teenage boy and all he can think about is another girl? He forced himself to speak when he noticed Kurt was looking at him, seemingly anxious about something.

He accepted Kurt's apology for being late before noticing his flushed cheeks and the fact that his breathing seemed irregular.

"You look a little…exhausted, are you okay?" he asked slowly but quickly chided himself as he realized what he had just said.

Great Blaine, that's just a polite way of telling someone they look like crap. What is wrong with you?

Kurt didn't seem to take offense however as he reassured Blaine that he was fine and the two walked into the move theatre.

Okay, after noticing how well Kurt seemed to fit into his skinny jeans, Blaine had to admit that yeah, he was attracted to him. He also had to admit that he felt like a pervert examining him like a piece of meat having known him for a total of 10 minutes. In order to remedy the problem, he struck up a conversation as they queued for tickets.

It only took a short while to learn of Kurt's passion for Broadway musicals and Blaine found it almost inspiring the amount of passion one person could have for something and couldn't help but find himself smiling.

"What?" Kurt questioned pausing mid-sentence, noticing the smile painted upon Blaine's face

"Nothing it's just…cute how excited you get over Broadway," he said sheepishly. Was that too forward? They were on a date after all so it should be okay to say things like that, right? Kurt smiled widely in response, blushing to his ears. That was definitely a good sign.

They got their movie tickets, Blaine insisting he paid, and took their seats in the darkened cinema, a shared bag of popcorn between them. Blaine found himself wishing they had chosen somewhere else for their date however. It was difficult to chat at the movies and all he wanted was to learn as much as he could about Kurt.

Noticing that Kurt had hardly eaten any of the popcorn, Blaine gestured the bag towards him, offering him some.

"No thanks," Kurt whispered, "Too much salt, bad for my complexion," he reasoned.

So yeah, he was a little high maintenance but Blaine reasoned that he could live with it. If being high maintenance meant he looked that good all the time…yeah he could definitely deal with that.

"So, Breadstix?" Blaine suggested as they left the movie theatre just before 9pm. "My treat."

"Oh no," Kurt replied as Blaine's face momentarily fell. "You paid for the movie tickets, I'm buying dinner." Blaine reluctantly agreed as they decided to walk the 5 minute journey to the restaurant. Blaine took note of how independent and proud Kurt seemed to be. He liked that in a guy, it was extremely endearing. With every little detail that he learned about Kurt, he found himself feeling more and more grateful to Kirsty for introducing them.

He did like Kirsty, a lot in fact. But Kurt was…well he was a guy for one thing. Blaine smiled to himself, how could he have seriously doubted the fact that he was gay?

The conversation flowed between them smoothly as they bounced of each other's interests and anecdotes until the topic casually landed at yet another thing they clearly had in common; their sexuality.

"So, when did you first come out?" Blaine asked hesitantly "I mean, if you don't mind me asking." If Kurt was bothered by the question, he didn't show it.

"I came out to my dad and close friends a little over a year ago, they took it really well," he admitted. "Then rumours started spreading and all of a sudden the whole school knew. That's when the bullying started" he said with an odd smile. "At first it was just simple shoves into lockers and name-calling before escalating to being thrown into dumpsters and now…" Kurt stopped himself abruptly when he realized what he was about to tell him. Blaine didn't push him however, understanding that he clearly didn't want to talk about it.

"That's terrible," he said softly instead, taking Kurt's hand across the table. Kurt's heart leaped into his throat at the touch. Blaine cared, he actually cared about him.

"How about you?"

"I told my parents when I was 14, my mom was pretty okay about it but my dad didn't really believe me at first. He thought it was just a phase and he had me help him fix up some car and made me watch football with him all the time. I mean I love football and it was great spending time with him but it didn't feel right knowing he was only doing it to 'straighten me out', if you know what I mean." Kurt nodded sadly. "I only told one friend yet somehow the whole school knew within a week. I had bullying problems too but…I was a coward and ran to Dalton Academy. They have a zero-tolerance for bullying scheme which really helps out but…I know it's not the real world," Blaine explained with a sigh. "You have a lot of courage Kurt, enduring that and still being able to be yourself." Kurt laughed sarcastically in response.

"Trust me, if my dad was a millionaire, I'd join you in your red-piped blazers in a second" Kurt responded though he had to consider if he really meant it. Spending half a week at Crawford just after school had made him homesick for the New Directions. Could he really leave them for good?

"Oh, you've heard of us?" Blaine responded. He continued when Kurt replied with a "huh?" "well you seem familiar with our uniform," he elaborated.

Oh. It's official. Kurt truly was an idiot. How could he let something like that slip?

"Kirsty…told me about Dalton," he said somewhat stiffly. Blaine didn't notice however and continued their previous conversation.

"Seriously though Kurt, I think you're really brave. Don't run like I did, stand up for yourself," Kurt offered a brief smile and nodded, remembering what happened when he stood up for himself that day.

"The fact that I'm in glee club doesn't exactly help with the bullying situation either," Kurt explained, hoping to change the subject.

"You sing in a glee club?" Blaine asked as Kurt smiled and nodded. "Me too! If we both pass sectionals, maybe we'll be competing together at regionals!" he laughed.

"Yeah then we'll be forced to be rivals. It'll be like Romeo and...Romeo," Kurt said somewhat sadly yet Blaine chuckled at the joke.

"Nah, I don't believe in rivalry between clubs. I mean we all share a common interest right? We should just get along," Kurt found himself wholeheartedly agreeing, maybe because it was Blaine saying it or maybe because he could completely see where he was coming from. Either way, it was definitely a conversation he'd need to repeat with Rachel at some point.

They made sure that dinner was brief as they were both aware of the fact that it was a Wednesday and left the restaurant at approximately 10:30. The sun had completely set by this point and the air had turned chilly. Blaine noticed Kurt holding his arms across himself and placed an arm over his shoulder, pulling him close in an attempt to warm him a little, getting to be nearer to him as a result.

Blaine's heart pounded furiously against his chest. Did this mean they were dating? Or did he still need to ask him officially? He'd never been on a blind date before so he was unsure what was supposed to happen at this point. All that he knew was that he definitely liked this boy. A lot. Soon enough, they were back in the movie theatre parking lot and were approaching Kurt's Navigator.

"This is me," Kurt said nervously as Blaine released his grip on Kurt's shoulder. "I had a lot of fun," he stated, turning to face Blaine but immediately cursed himself for sounding as though he were in a cheesy date movie. He didn't seem to mind however as he gazed into Kurt's eyes as they appeared to have changed colour in the moonlight.

"Do you…mind if I…" Blaine stuttered as Kurt tilted his head questioningly, his hands suddenly gripping his own. Blaine sighed and instead, leaned forward. Before Kurt could even register what was happening, a pair of lips connected with his own for the second time that day. Unlike the first however, these lips were not pushy and chapped but instead gentle and moved slowly against his own. Kurt found himself sighing into the kiss. This was what a first kiss should be like, Kurt couldn't help but think, but this wasn't his first kiss. His first kiss had been stolen.

The kiss deepened as both boys refused to break for air. Kurt was suddenly aware of a hand slipping out of his own and trailing slowly up his forearm. It rested briefly on his shoulder before cupping his chin and Kurt couldn't stop the goosebumps erupting all over his body. He couldn't stop the all too recent memory from infesting his thoughts. With his eyes closed, it could all too easily be Karofsky kissing him all over again.

He couldn't do this.

Kurt abruptly broke the kiss, pushing Blaine away from him and falling backwards into the hood of his car. Blaine's face conveyed a mixture of confusion and sadness at the sudden loss of the other's lips.

"I'm so sorry," he breathed, not daring to look Blaine in the eyes. His own were welling up furiously, threatening to spill.

"Kurt…" Blaine whispered cautiously.

"I'm sorry, so sorry," Kurt repeated.

"What are you sorry for Kurt? Sorry, you don't want to be with me?" Blaine tried to be as gentle as possible yet Kurt still flinched as Blaine dared to rest a hand on his shoulder. He kept it there stubbornly however and Kurt eventually eased into the touch, his hand still pressed lightly against his lips.

Kurt glanced into Blaine's concerned amber eyes and let the tears spill knowing what he had just thrown away.

Karofsky had broken him.

Ohohohoho lookit that cliffhanger I've left you with. I was gonna write more but this chapter was already double what I usually write and I'd spent all day creating it and I'm tired!

also, someone should just shoot me for the amount of time I used the word 'fugly' seriously Hannah? S'not even a word yo.
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