Blaine stood in front of Breadsticks for a half hour waiting for his date to show up. An hour after she was supposed to show up he angrily got in his car and drove to the girl's academy that was located across the street from Dalton. He stormed in the door and asked the lady at the front counter which room was Alisha's.
"I'm sorry sir but you must be related to her to be able to go up to her room."
"Ma'am," He said politely, "I'm sorry I can't relate all the details now but I assure you it's a matter of life or death." He looked quite serious.
Her eyes widened, "Room three zero six."
"Thank you," He smiled and ran up to her room, found it, and began pounding hard on the door.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Alisha yelled as she opened the door.
"Did you somehow forget that you made a date with me tonight?"
"Wow someone is a bit sensitive." She folded her arms across her chest.
"No, I'm just like every other guy who really doesn't like being stood up, especially on a first date."
"Why does it matter? I just decided I didn't want to come. Get over it."
"That's bull shit and you know it. Give me an honest answer." He sighed, "Please?"
"Fine, I heard you were gay."
"From where?"
"You're not denying it so I'm guessing it's true. That makes a girl feel great. That the only guy that will her ask her out is gay."
"I'm sorry, I had no idea people say that."
"So you are gay?"
"No, I'm not."
"Why do people say you are?"
"Because I used to be."
"So, I've set you straight?"
Blaine blushed, "I think so yeah. So can we give that date another go around?"
Alisha nodded, "Okay."
"Does a walk around the block count as a date?"
"I'd like that."
He offered his hand and she gently slipped her into his, "So, you really didn't think I was sexy yesterday?"
"I just don't think it's your style."
"What is my style?"
"Hmm, I'm thinking a nice suit, maybe even a tux! Ooo singing smooth jazz, slow dancing, and candles."
"A suit? I thought you didn't like preppy boys."
"Well…" Alisha bowed her head.
"Admit it; you really do like the blazers! Why were you playing so hard to get?"
"I guess I've just been hurt too many times. I wanted to know if you were serious or not."
"How's this for serious?" Blaine laid his hand on the back of her neck and pressed his lips against hers. Alisha wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. Blaine gently pulled away and stared into her green eyes.
She laughed and whispered in his ear, "See you tomorrow night." Alisha escaped from his arms and ran back to her room, smiling all the way.
Blaine breathed hard and resisted the urge to shout for joy. He also ran to his dormitory, full on running into Riker in the hall. The shaggy blonde haired boy caught him from hitting the floor and wrinkled his eyebrows. "What's going on?"
Blaine laughed breathlessly, "I met someone!" He squeezed his friends shoulder, "She's amazing."
"She?"
"I had no idea girls could be that perfect."
"Man, we need to get you to your room. Wait, no, no, no," Riker held up Blaine as he sank to the floor, his legs felt like jelly. Riker dropped Blaine down on his bed and pulled his blazer off. "Are you feeling light headed? Do you need like water or something?"
A group of Warblers gathered around their lead singer, wondering what was wrong. Kurt rushed to him and fell to his knees, "Blaine, what happened? Did you get hit or something?"
"I think he got hit by someone!" A fellow Warbler called out.
"I'm pretty sure he got hit on the lips by a girl!" Riker verified their theories.
"Hey guys," Blaine stood up, "I'd like to announce that I am finally, finally in love!" All the Warblers cheered and congratulated him. All except Kurt.