So what was meant to be a filler chapter turned into the LONGEST THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN AHHHH! It's insane. But anyways. I had a thought the other day about people's headcanons for what my OC's look like. In my head Evie looks like a blonder Hayley Atwell (golden, not platinum) and Kim's dad looks like Tony Robinson. Kim looks like me, and you ain't getting a picture of that, so make her up all you like :P I encourage you to ignore my headcanons, because that's half the fun of reading isn't it? Filling in the blanks with your own imagination.

This chapter contains first date drama of all kinds and a conversation between Kim and Evie that I think they needed to have.

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Also also, PLEASE REVIEW PLEASE I WILL LOVE YOU UNTIL THE DAY I DIE!

Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. Never has been, never will be. I also do not own Easy A (from which I obtained a quote for this chapter), the River Restaurant, Pizza Express (do they have those in places other than the UK?), Barts Medical School or anything else you recognise. I do own Pete though. I like Pete.

'Okay, see you tomorrow then. Bye. Yeh, bye!'

I hung up the phone with a grin, before glancing around the living room. Blaine and Evie were both at work, and Kurt was in the office, typing away, working on his screenplay. I let the phone call I'd just had sink in before coming to a stark realisation. I needed help.

'KURRRRRRRRT!'

I had no reply, but could still hear the distant sound of classical music coming from the direction of the office, Kurt's work soundtrack of choice. I tried again.

'!'

Still no reply. Time to pull out the big guns…

'KURT! THE BABY'S COMING!'

The music stopped abruptly and I heard the loud thuds of footsteps drawing closer before Kurt, flushed and panicked, flung open the door in a frenzy.

He rushed to my side and began feeling my stomach and, bizarrely enough, my forehead.

'Oh my god Kim, are you okay? Is the baby really coming? Oh god oh god oh god…'

'No, but I needed to get your attention.'

His hands snapped away from me and rested on his hips, his voice taking on a stern tone.

'And you thought the best way to do that would be to inform me that my child was about to be born seven weeks prematurely?'

'It was the first thing that came to mind. '

He rolled his eyes and smiled reluctantly.

'I suppose I should've learned by now. So, what is it this time? Cup of tea, new DVD or a hand getting up?'

'None of the above. This is far more serious.'

Unable to quell his curiosity, he leaned forward slightly.

'Ooh, do tell.'

I took a deep breath before replying.

'I have a date. Tomorrow night. With one Dr David Thompson.'

Kurt's squeal would've attracted rodents from all over the city of London if the Hummel-Anderson residence wasn't so properly insulated and soundproofed.

'Oh my god Kimmy! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh my god this is amazing.'

I grabbed his arm to heave myself from my reclining position on the sofa and looked him straight in the eyes. He sensed my anxiety and stopped his excited bouncing to sit opposite me.

'Okay, not amazing? Why is this not a good thing? You said you really liked him!'

'That's the problem, Kurt' I began, 'I do really like him. I really really like him. He's handsome and smart and charming and funny and sweet and wonderful and that's a really big problem. Because he's American. And you Americans have a funny system of relationship formation that we Brits don't really abide to. In other words, you date. It's normal and common and expected. I have never been on a date in my life, save the occasional dinner out or trip down the pub with Mark in our early days. I have never been on a first date. I don't know what to do, how to act, what to wear… To put it bluntly, this is going to be a disaster.'

Kurt took in my ramble with a concerned expression. When I finished, he laughed lightly and wrapped me in a hug.

'Okay, it's not going to be a disaster. We all have to start somewhere! We'll all help you. When Blaine and Evie get home, we'll order a pizza and we'll start plotting. First thing's first, what's the plan for this date?'

'Well, he's picking me up at 7.30 tomorrow night and we're having dinner at the River Restaurant at The Savoy. Though god only knows how he got a reservation there on such short notice… I've never eaten anywhere that posh in my life!'

Kurt mumbled something that sounded like 'bet I know how he got one' before turning back to me with a contemplative look.

'Okay. Right. It's Saturday tomorrow, so we are all going to take you out to get a suitable outfit and have your hair and nails done. Tonight will be conversation practice and formal dinner etiquette lessons. Sound good?'

I heaved a sigh of relief and rested my head on Kurt's bony shoulder.

'Sounds perfect.'

A few hours later (after Kurt had abandoned his writing in favour of watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail with me), Blaine and Evie came through the front door, banging their snow covered boots on the mat and shouting through to us that they'd gotten the message and collected the pizza we had ordered.

I not-so-gracefully pulled myself off of the sofa to the dining room, where Kurt was serving slices of pizza onto plates. It always made me smile that Kurt absolutely insisted that, unless you were bedbound or acceptably absent, dinner was always to be served on plates, at the dining table, and everyone had to be there, even when we were just eating a takeaway.

I collapsed onto a chair whilst Blaine found glasses for everyone and Evie retrieved a bottle of mineral water from the depths of the Hummel-Anderson's cavern-like refridgerator. Blaine leaned over Kurt to set the table, holding his waist with one hand to steady himself, before pulling back to kiss him on the cheek.

I smiled at the couple without even realising I had. Images of me being in such a comfortable relationship floated in the back of my mind, before I dispelled them, reminding myself that I hadn't even gone on a first date with the man yet, and I was getting way too ahead of myself. Evie though, being almost fifteen years experienced in my facial expressions, caught my glazed smile and raised a perfect blonde eyebrow.

'Okay, I haven't seen that look on your face in years. So, spill. Now.'

She poked me hard in the arm, and Kurt and Blaine joined us at the table, Kurt grinning from ear to ear.

'Go on Kim, tell them! Or I will!'

I forced myself to sigh theatrically, before giggling and answering Evie's command.

'So, I may have gotten myself a date with a cute doctor tomorrow night…'

Evie dropped her (thankfully empty and plastic) glass in surprise and, much like Kurt did, squealed at a pitch only meant for dogs and whales.

Blaine's hand, holding a slice of meat feast pizza, stopped in mid-air before he placed said pizza back on his plate and leaned across the table to hug me.

'Oh my god I knew he'd call you, David is my oldest friend and I know when he's smitten. He just would not stop talking about you earlier today. When he asked me to- OW! What did you…'

Kurt smiled suspiciously and Blaine threw a quick glare at his husband before carrying on speaking.

'Anyway, David is an awesome guy and I think you two will make a great couple.'

'Whoa, hold your horses there Blainers. We've not even been on a date yet. Which brings me to the point I raised to Kurt earlier… I know nothing about dating. I have never 'dated' before in my life. And I need some serious help.'

Kurt squeezed my hand and turned so he was able to address the entire table.

'Which means, after we've done the dishes, it's Dating 101 in the living room, attendance mandatory, okay?'

Blaine and Evie nodded before we all turned back to our food and the conversation drifted to the usual topics.

'First lesson of the evening: How to act in a fancy restaurant.'

I was sitting on the sofa with Ernie in my lap, whilst Kurt, Blaine and Evie were standing in front of the TV, ready to deliver my education in the art of dating.

'You said that you've never eaten in an upmarket place like the River before, and we all have, so here's a few tips to help guide you on your way.'

Kurt gestured to Blaine on his right, who scurried off to the kitchen, only to come back seconds later holding a flipboard. Yes, like they use in office presentations. I know. I don't know when they got it done either, but you kind of learn to just go with it in the Hummel-Anderson house.

Blaine set the board down in the centre of the room, before flipping over the first sheet to reveal a diagram of a plate with various pieces of cutlery. He cleared his throat before beginning to speak.

'Right, the general rule is to work from the outside in, but here are some handy pictures to help you remember which knife is for what and all that. So…'

He pointed to a picture of a knife with a sort of thick hook-like point

'This is a fish knife. To use for fish, obviously… Although you can't eat shellfish.'

I raised my eyebrows as if to say 'really? You really think I've not retained that information at some point over the past 33 weeks?' He swiftly moved on to a picture of a large, flattish spoon.

'This is a soup spoon. For soup.'

'Wow, this lecture is really informative.'

Blaine stuck his tongue out at me before continuing.

'Shush, or we'll leave you without this knowledge.'

'Okay, o' cutlery genie, please continue.'

'Thank you. Now this is a steak knife…'

After my detailed lesson on how to correctly eat a portion of meat, should I so order one, Evie took over on 'General do's and don'ts in such an environment'.

'You can't order a Fanta, Kim, you just can't'

'But why not? I can't have alcohol, and water is so boring!'

'Order a sophisticated drink, like elderflower cordial or something!'

I cast a bemused look at my exasperated best friend.

'Evie, in the fifteen years that you've known me, when have I ever ordered an 'elderflower cordial'?'

'Fine. Anything but Fanta, though, please.'

'What about sp-'

'No. Not sprite.'

After a good half an hour of Evie desperately trying to make a lady out of me, Kurt took over on 'Conversational Basics'. The flipboard had long since been abandoned and turned into a platform on which Blaine and Evie were engaged in a heated hangman battle, occasionally joining in on my lesson with 'helpful' tips and reminders such as 'don't burp at the table' and 'don't pick food out of your teeth in front of him'.

'Okay, you can do this bit fine Kim. I don't need to teach you how to hold a conversation. You and David are both interesting people with plenty in common and I can't imagine that you'll struggle for suitable topics. Just make sure you don't… um….'

'Let him see my crazy?'

Kurt spluttered around his mug of hot chocolate.

'You're not crazy. But you are a distinctive character. All of us in this room are. David is too. Once you know that guy like we do, he's a completely different man, but…'

'But what? I don't want to know a fake David, I want to know the real one. One of the first things you told me tonight was to just be myself. I want him to know the real me. How is a relationship that formed based on some half-hearted attempt at changing my personality going to work out?'

Blaine and Evie stopped their game, and Kurt put down his mug.

'You're ready, young padawan.'

'I KNEW YOU LIKED STAR WARS! Seriously Kurt, a decade of hiding that from me, your husband? Shame on you…'

Blaine tackled his husband and they ended up engaged in a mighty tickle war on the floor. Evie and I wisely left the room, though not before hearing simultaneous moans and the growl of a disgruntled pug whose comfy blanket nest had been messed up by two horny men.

The next morning, Kurt and Blaine emerged from the master bedroom with epic bed hair and a plan.

'Right, the River's dress code states 'smart casual', which we're taking to mean a nice knee length dress and, well, I'd normally say heels but your centre of gravity is way too off for that, so we'll go with some cute flats. I think we should hit Molly Monroe first, we'll probably find the right outfit there, and then get on down to the salon?'

Evie and I nodded our agreement, and the four of us piled into Kurt's Range Rover and set off for Molly Monroe, the leading maternity boutique in North London. We arrived at the shop and I was immediately impressed. I'd heard of Molly Monroe, most people had, but I'd never been or had any reason to pass by the place.

It was tiny from the outside, just one window draped in lace curtains with the swirling signature of the designer signifying that you were in the right place. But as soon as you stepped through the door, it seemed to open up into a huge room decked in fashionable pastel colours and plush furnishings, with rows upon rows of only the most sought after maternity wear. I knew it was no good to argue that I couldn't afford clothes from a place like that, because Kurt and Blaine would just shush me and tell me to stop being silly because they were paying.

I scanned the rails as Kurt and Evie went around picking dresses up left, right and centre for me to try on. Blaine came up behind me and placed his chin on my shoulder when he saw that I was looking in an ornately framed mirror.

'What'cha thinking about?'

I sighed and placed my hands on my stomach.

'Just wondering what this little girl is going to look like, is all. I hope she looks more like you.'

Blaine laughed and stood up straight next to me, both of us looking at our reflections.

'Well. I hope she doesn't have my hair. Poor kid wouldn't know what to do with it, I know I don't most of the time, and the times I do it's only because I have Kurt to help me.'

'I love your curls, I hope she does have them. Besides, you'll both be there to help her out.'

He sighed wistfully at the thought.

'I suppose we will.'

We looked a little longer before Kurt's voice rang out across the shop floor.

'Kim! Come and try these on, we haven't got all day!'

Blaine and I walked over to the changing rooms, where Kurt and Evie were both weighed down with dresses of all sorts of styles and colours.

'Right, get in there missy, we haven't got the time to be messing around!'

A couple of outfits were thrust into my arms and I was shooed into the fitting room. Deciding that I wasn't going to get away with having a short sit-down on the comfy looking armchair in the room with me, I just got on with trying on the clothes.

I paraded around outfit after outfit in front of my three-strong judging panel.

'No, that colour doesn't work well with your skin tone at all…'

'Makes your boobs look way too big.'

'No, it's a little bit too long…'

After about an hour, I was tired and my critics were getting more nonsensical with their reviews.

'The neckline is too thick…'

I gave a puzzled look to Kurt (the giver of the remark) and turned to look in the mirror. It was one of the better dresses I'd tried on.

'The neckline is too thick? What on earth does that mean?'

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

'I don't even know. It's just not right. Ugh, you've got one dress left, then we can go and get a coffee and think of a new plan.'

I liked this new plan, so I waddled into the changing room to put on the last dress; a dark blue knee-length wrap dress. Incredibly simple and elegant. As I tied the sash and looked at myself, I knew that it was the right one to buy.

It seemed that my judges thought so too.

'Oh wow…'

'Kimmy you look so beautiful!'

'Okay, that neckline is the perfect thickness.'

I grinned at their approval and hurried to change out of it so we could continue with our day. At least I knew that I'd look good on my date, even if the rest of it was an absolute trainwreck.

'Okay, so what was your first date like then?'

We were in Kurt's salon of choice, me primping for my date and the other three just beautifying for fun. The question popped into my mind just as Ingrid, 'the best stylist in all of London' according to Kurt, was coiling my long hair into rollers, and I couldn't believe I'd never asked before.

As soon as the sentence left my mouth, Kurt and Blaine turned to look at one another and blushed deeply. Evie and I laughed at their faces before Blaine began.

'Okay, so you have to know that small town Ohio wasn't exactly the most gay friendly place. We didn't want to risk going out to one of the very few restaurants in the town because we'd most likely have been harassed. So I, being head over heels crazy for a certain Mr Hummel, decided that we weren't just going to condemn our first date to holding hands in the back of a dark cinema where nobody could see us. I wanted to do something spectacular and romantic. Kurt had been waiting for me long enough.'

Kurt sighed and reached over to squeeze his husbands hand before continuing the story.

'You were worth it, B. Anyway, he comes to pick me up from my house. My dad does the whole 'you-hurt-my-son-and-I'll-make-sure-you'll-never-be-able-to-procreate' act, gives me a reasonable midnight curfew and sends us on our way. I was immediately confused, Anderson here didn't tell me anything about this date, I had no idea where we were going. We started heading out of Lima, and he still wouldn't give anything up about the location, so I just put the radio on and relaxed. I trusted him. After about thirty minutes, we turn into this narrow road into some woods. I'm freaking out by this point, having all sorts of Blair Witch style scenarios running through my head, but like I said, I trusted him, so I kept quiet.

We eventually pull into this parking lot; completely dark and deserted. I finally start panicking out loud-'

'And I just hug him, and reassure him that it's all going to be fine.' Blaine cuts in, 'Then I pull out this completely cliché wicker basket from my trunk and his face immediately lights up.'

'Of course it did. He takes my hand and pulls me down this path through the woods that I didn't notice before. After about five minutes we reach… Well, we reach the most beautiful sight that my young eyes had ever seen. There was just like this lake, completely still, a little beach, and the woods surrounding it… It was incredible. And so, so romantic. I couldn't believe I'd snagged the perfect guy.'

At this point, they both stopped the story to just sort of look at each other lovingly. Evie and I, as well as Ingrid and the four salon assistants working on our pedicures, were on the edge of our seats, anticipating the next part of this utterly romantic tale.

After a few seconds of staring into each other's eyes, Kurt breaks the contact to continue.

'So he gets this red and white gingham blanket out of the basket, and I laugh at the cliché-ness, and he sets it on the sand and pulls out all these candles in little glass holders and anchors them in the ground all around us, and we eat gorgeous food by moon and candle and starlight.'

Forget just us, everyone in the small salon has started listening at this point, and everyone took a deep wistful sigh at the same time. But then Blaine coughed.

'Unfortunately, that is not the end of our story… We had the perfect evening. For about twenty minutes…'

Kurt giggled at the memory, and Blaine rubbed his forehead in an embarrassed manner.

'B, honey, don't be embarrassed. You couldn't have known. And looking back, it's kind of funny…'

Kurt squeezed Blaine's shoulder before carrying on.

'Well, as he said, we had the perfect evening. For a little while. And then all of a sudden we hear rustling in the trees. It more than you could've expected from Ohio's woodland creatures, so we were a bit on edge. And then we heard the voices. Not the deep masculine voices of a gang of homophobic Lima citizens like we feared, but children's voices. And then, the first one comes running through the tree line onto the beach.'

'First what?', Evie thought to say.

'Girl scout' admitted Blaine in a small voice.

We all looked puzzled, but Kurt explained.

'Oh yes. Girl scouts. About forty of them, with their leaders. To set up camp on our romantic beach.'

Blaine groaned then, and Kurt leaned over to give him a short but comforting massage.

'It was their annual weekend away or something. They didn't advertise the location, Blaine couldn't have known. But they swarmed in, ran around, all excited and shouting. They ignored us for the most part, except that girl who stole the chocolate mousse…'

Blaine recovered enough to simply groan again and mumble something about how he'd gone all the way to Westerville to get Kurt's favourite mousse.

'The leaders came over to us then. They all looked very apologetic, but said that they had booked the area out, and if Blaine hadn't then our picnic was technically trespassing. They shooed the girls down to the other end of the beach to give us a few minutes to pack away, so we did, and we went back to the car. Blaine drove me home in silence, and my dad was very surprised to find me home after an hour and a half, well in time for curfew. Then Blaine didn't call me until the weekend was nearly over because he was so embarrassed…'

Everyone who had listened to the story was now either laughing or in silent sympathy for Blaine, who was bright red at the memory of his teenage mistake.

'He let me organise the next few dates until he regained his confidence. And it worked. We were never interrupted by children's extracurricular activity groups ever again!'

Everyone laughed loudly, and Kurt leaned in to kiss Blaine full on the mouth, to a round of applause from the hooked clientele of Ingrid's salon.

Ingrid herself bustled over a few minutes later.

'Alright boys, enough with the lip locking, we haven't got all day, and I have to get Cinderella ready to go to the ball!'

A few hours later, and I was standing in front of Evie, who was fiddling with final adjustments to my outfit. Kurt and Blaine had taken off on an impromptu date of their own, most likely due to the fact that they couldn't keep their hands off of each other after the salon debacle, and David was due to arrive any minute.

'Right, now try not to snag your tights on anything, ladders are not going to be easy to fix when you can't bend down to do it. Oh, and remember to ask if there's raw eggs in anything, you can never be too careful. And-'

'Evie?'

She looked up from where she was helping me put on my shoe. I could see tears in her eyes.

'Oh Evie, why on earth are you crying?'

She stood up and wiped her eyes hastily with the sleeve of her jumper.

'I'm not, I've just got something in my eye, like a twig, or a branch or something…'

I raised a sceptical eyebrow at her, and she buckled.

'Fine! Fine, I'm crying because, and this is going to sound ridiculous because we're twenty five and you're a doctor and I'm a lawyer and we're meant to have done this already, but oh my god Kim we're growing up. You're going on a date with a guy who might actually be good for you, and you're probably going to end up marrying him or something, and you're about to pop out a kid, and you'll be starting teacher training in March and I just got that promotion which means I'm a proper solicitor now and, well… I've met someone too.'

I squealed and launched myself into her arms.

'Oh my god Evie! This is great! Oh wow, what's his name? Where did you meet? How long have you been seeing each other? Why didn't you tell me sooner?'

'Slow down. His name is Tom, and it hasn't been long, don't worry. He's a newbie at work, and he's been in some of my meetings, and we've been out for coffee a few times, and he's asked me out to dinner next week.'

'Oh Evie, that's incredible!'

I embraced her tightly, and she wrapped her slender arms around me (only just fitting all the way around due to the bump). After a few seconds, she pulled away.

'But that's it Kim. We're growing up now. We're going to end up with people. In committed, long term, adult relationships. Maybe we'll marry David and Tom. Maybe we won't. But we aren't going to live together for much longer. We aren't going to be Kim and Evie anymore. Not really. We're going to have jobs and children and mortgages. It's not going to be the same anymore.'

She burst into a new set of tears, and I ran to grab a box of Kleenex before looking at her in the eyes and answering.

'Yes, we're growing up. But it's not a bad thing. We may get husbands and babies and dogs-'

Ernie growled at our feet,

'No dogs, okay then. But we'll always be Kim and Evie. Always. Just with families and stuff. And we both have a little more time before any of that happens. So please stop crying, because I'm crying and David should be here any second and I need to retouch my make up.'

Evie giggled, and continued to wipe her eyes with the tissues whilst I, in true pregnant lady fashion, waddled off to the bathroom to calm down. Just as I closed the door, the doorbell rang, and I heard Evie let David in. After a couple of minor alterations to my make up, I was ready, and emerged from the bathroom to join them back in the hall.

David saw me first and grinned at my appearance.

'You look beautiful Kim. You really do.'

I blushed happily, and Evie winked at me behind David's back.

'Thank you, David. Erm, shall we go?'

He nodded in the affirmative and helped me into my coat. Just as we were about to leave, Evie kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear

'It'll be great Kim. Save me the maid of honour spot won't you?'

I punched her lightly in the arm before following David into the lift.

We arrived at the restaurant a good ten minutes before our reservation, but the minute the maitre'd took a look at my stomach we were hurried to a table in the corner of the room, nicely private and secluded. Before we got a chance to order, a young waiter came over to take our drinks order.

'Ah, I'll have a glass of the house chardonnay, if you don't mind Kim?'

I paused in my frantic search of the drinks menu of something non-alcoholic but classy to reply.

'Oh no, no, that's fine.'

The waiter nodded, 'And for you ma'am?'

As much as I wanted to throttle him for the ma'am (I've never been called ma'am in my life, I'm 25!), I simply smiled genteelly.

'A sparking water please.'

Yes, I caved. Water. Tasteless and boring. No Fanta for me.

The conversation flowed smoothtly and effortlessly, but I couldn't help but feel intimidated and stifled by the atmosphere in which we were meant to be enjoying ourselves. After our ordered food had arrived, pork belly for David and chicken for me, we segued into the topic of the restaurant itself.

'So, have you ever been here before?'

I laughed before I could stop myself, and faced David's puzzled expression.

'Sorry, oh god, sorry. No, I haven't been here before. I've never been anywhere like here before. It's not my usual thing.'

I caught a glimpse of a frown on his face, and hurried to continue,

'Not that it's bad! It's lovely! I swear, I'm having a great time, it's just not my-'

'Usual thing?'

'Yeh…'

I let my eyes drop to the table, convinced that I had made a fool out of myself, before David leaned over and squeezed my shoulder.

'Look, I'm going to be honest with you. It's not my usual thing either. I may be a doctor, but I'm still fairly junior. I'm not a stinking rich consultant yet. I'm more of a Pizza Express kind of guy, to be honest…'

I giggled at his admission, and his smile could've lit up the entire room, high art deco ceilings and all.

'Yeh? Well, lucky for you, I'm a Pizza Express kind of girl.'

We'd finished our meals by now, so David signalled for a waiter.

'So, considering this isn't Pizza Express in any way, shape or form, how about we get out of here? I know a great ice cream place?'

I waited until our plates had been taken away before replying.

'Well, I'm definitely up for that. Lead the way, good sir!'

David paid the bill, rebuffing my arguments about the sky high prices, before we left the restaurant. It was snowy outside, but the pavements were gritted and I felt safe as I walked along next to him, on our way to the promised ice cream parlour.

'So, did you go to medical school here?'

David nodded,

'Yeh. My mum is British, so I have dual citizenship. I always wanted to be a doctor back in school in America, but I much preferred the British training method. My parents divorced when I was young, so I moved to London to be with my mum and started medical school at Barts. Thought I'd go back to the US once I was finished, but I fell in love with the city and the country. And then my best friend and his husband moved over here, and I can't imagine ever leaving.'

He nudged my arm as he said the final line, and I shivered.

'Oh god, are you cold? Jesus…'

He unwrapped his scarf from around his neck and draped it across my shoulders, before then putting his arm around me. I hoped that he couldn't see my adolescent style blush under the streetlamps.

We walked in silence for a while, just enjoying the company, before we reached the ice cream place. As soon as we stepped inside, the owner embraced David tightly.

'Well David, long time no see!'

'Well, I could never stay away for too long Pete. The ice cream is too good.'

Pete, as David had indicated, scoffed before turning to me. If he noticed the bump (which he really should've), he didn't mention it.

'And David, been keeping this lovely young woman from me have you? If I wasn't a happily married man, I'd have snapped you up long ago my dear.'

'Pete, you're 62. You've been married for 35 years. Let some of the young ones catch a break, eh?'

Pete hugged me swiftly and then moved behind the counter.

'So what'll it be, lovebirds?'

Considering that it was a nice night and not too long a walk, David walked me home, eating our ice creams on the way. After a little while of laughing and small talk, he shyly took my hand. Well, as shyly as a twenty eight year old man can take a woman's hand, anyway.

We walked the rest of the way with our hands clasped between us, never once running out of things to say. It was nice to have someone like that. Mark had been a terrible conversationalist, especially in the final months of our relationship.

When we reached the door, I handed back his scarf.

'Thank you, for tonight. It was lovely.'

He tied the scarf back around his neck.

'Are you sure? I mean, it wasn't too… I don't know, stifling?'

'No', I shook my head, 'It was wonderful. So thank you.'

We said our goodbyes, which were surprisingly un-awkward, and he left, not before kissing me on the cheek and arranging to call me the next day.

I floated to my room on a high of a successful first date, and snuggled down into bed. After a few moments of trying to force myself to sleep, I heard the door open and Kurt and Blaine walk in. The footsteps got quieter as they walked down the hallway, but then they stopped just far away enough that I could still hear their conversation.

'You got the reservations for David, didn't you?'

'Yes. He called me so excited about this date. He really likes Kim. And, well…'

'Well what, B?'

'I didn't want their first date to be a disaster…'

Kurt chuckled, and I heard the sound of a kiss.

'It wouldn't have been. And anyway, who's to say disastrous first dates are a bad thing? Look where ours got us.'

I could almost hear Blaine's grin in his voice.

'Yeh. I wouldn't change us for the world.'

'Me neither, baby. Now let's go to bed. I need to be awake enough to get all the details from Kim in the morning!'

They closed the door to their bedroom and silence overtook the flat once more.

David and I may not have had a disastrous first date like Kurt and Blaine, but I really hoped we could have the same happy ending

So, there you have it. Nearly 6000 words of filler. But I did like this chapter. Next up we have Christmas! Yay! It will include Mr Miller, some bittersweet news for Kim, Burt Hummel the greatest dad alive, Hudmel fun and some family Finchel. Oh, and some Blaine/Kim bonding. Because there's one subject with which they can both relate, and it isn't a nice one. But it will be a nice chapter. Because I shall never leave you with angst. Pinky swear.