A/N: Wow, this chapter is late. Sorry about that, but I've been so busy with school and work, I haven't had a chance to update it. Anyway, here it is... Klaine's first date. I hope I did it justice, not that it's got anything to do with the cannon storyline, but it's more suited to a first date, than one of their non-date dates anyway... okay, rambling... I hope you enjoy this chapter, and let me know what you think. Follows, favourites and reviews are welcome... Thanks. JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.

Chapter Three: Love Just Is... First Date Nerves

They had picked Friday night for their date, mostly because it's easier for Quinn to babysit, when she doesn't have to be a work early on Saturday. Kurt was easy going with the rosters, making sure each person was given enough hours, and balanced with enough days off to keep everything running smoothly. He couldn't recommend that for everyone, but then again... Kurt was going over and over the outfits he'd lay out on the bed, making mental pro-con lists for each of them. Quinn was watching her brother-in-law, pace back and forwards, and decided that she needed to put a stop to Kurt's internalising, by standing, and picking up a black Armani suit, holding it out, and telling him to change, before she has to call the builder, because he's put hole in the floor with all of his pacing. Kurt smirked, taking the suit and moving to his ensuite bathroom, changing quickly, and stepping back out so Quinn could assess. She nodded, and told him to stop being so nervous... this is my first date with Blaine; I need it to be perfect. This may be one of the only chances we have to just be together... Kurt thought to himself, nodding and sitting beside his sister-in-law, turning so he could braid Quinn's hair. He'd been preparing himself the whole week for this, and now that it's only an hour away, he's more nervous than he's ever been. He wasn't even this nervous when his line was first picked up, or on stage at Regional's, Sectional's, or National's. If only his father were here to tell him that everything was going to be okay and that if Blaine hurt him, then he'd probably grab the shot-gun he hid in the study... Kurt chuckled, and quickly stopped the memory from processing any further given the last time his father said that was... I wonder if Finn has told him yet? Kurt thought, kissing Quinn's cheek and standing to answer the phone in the hall.

Blaine was rushing around the apartment, gathering all of his things together, and trying to avoid Wes and David's pile of bags in the middle of the lounge. They were leaving for Alaska today, and Nick and Jeff, friends of theirs from highschool, would be looking after the restaurant, and apartment. Nick and Jeff have been married almost four years, so Blaine can understand their reasoning for not wanting to be apart from one another. It's hard enough that six months out of the year, Jeff and Nick are apart from one another. If Jeff hadn't joined the army, they'd be together all the time, but on some level Blaine understands why he did it. He could never do it, but Jeff was always an independent person, and they seem to have their relationship under control now, have that balance that all married couples should have. Blaine is dressed in a dark blue shirt, and dress pants, with a tie. Wes says that he looks too 'formal' to be going on a date, but Blaine disagrees, stating that if they met Kurt, they'd understand. Luckily, or unlucky, whatever, Wes and David hadn't put two and two together. when Blaine told them who he was going out with, they didn't even think for a second that it could be Kurt Hummel. It probably wouldn't do much without the last name, but Blaine wasn't going to tell them that. Neither of them needs their friends butting into their relationship at the moment. He was meant to be picking Kurt up, seeing as he was the one who planned the entire night. He'd managed to find out what Kurt likes, mostly by bribing the designer, but other than that, Kurt was pretty open about the food he eats and everything. Holly was very helpful in helping Blaine to understand her father... for a five year old, she's smarter than people think Blaine thought, smiling and almost tripping over David's suitcase, unzipped, in his bedroom door.

'David, what the fuck is your shit doing here?' Blaine asked, moving it out of the way

'Sorry, I thought Wes had moved it. So Blainey, what time are you meant to be picking up this 'Kurt' hmm?' David asked, eyebrow raised, arms crossed

'In about ten minutes. Why don't you believe me David?' Blaine asked

'Oh I do, it's just... well... we haven't met this 'Kurt' and you've been hanging out for three weeks, and this is the first time you're going out... just, tell me, when it becomes more than it is okay?' David said, hugging Blaine, and pushing him towards the door, waving as a confused Blaine headed out of the apartment towards the elevator you've totally met him... you just don't know it... Blaine thought, smirking to himself...

...

Just to reiterate, Kurt had never been so nervous. Quinn was trying to keep her brother-in-law calm, talking in her soft, melodic voice, and telling Kurt that he's allowed to be nervous, because Blaine is probably the same way. This gave him a little comfort, but the paparazzi presence he didn't need. He'd warned Blaine, but the teacher just shrugged and told Kurt that it can't be helped, and that it's better out, than hiding it from people... what's the worst that could happen? Mmm... oh Sebastian... Kurt shook his head, he wouldn't think of him ever... especially not tonight. The fact that Quinn was still the only one who knew was also comforting. He'd tell the others when he was absolutely sure of where this relationship was heading. He's not on the rebound from Sebastian, as far as he's concerned, that relationship was over long before his one with Blaine began. The doorbell sounding, knocked Kurt back to reality, and forced Quinn to be the mature one, opening the door, and leading Blaine through to the lounge, where Kurt was standing, all Armani and coifed hair, smelling... heavenly... and smiling. Quinn winked at the two, and practically pushed Kurt towards Blaine. Nice try Quinny, I'm not a clumsy as I used to be... Kurt thought, before proceeding to trip over his own feet, only to be caught by Blaine... who blushed... and helped Kurt to stand, before the two laughed, and made their way out of the house, leaving a smirking Quinn behind with Holly.

Finn and Puck were spending the night at Coughlin's Bar, catching up, and talking about their families, and children. Puck mentioned to Finn that Rachel wants another baby, and Finn complained about Quinn wanting the same thing, even though she's already pregnant, and still has six months to go. They hadn't expected to bump into Mike and Sam, or even Artie for that matter. Finn was coming back from the bar when he bumped into Sebastian. He hadn't even known the man would be in town. Puck was watching from their table, Finn standing awkwardly between Sebastian and the bar. The taller man wanted so badly to punch the douche in the face, but he wasn't going to sacrifice the drinks he'd just paid for, to feed into his anger at his brother's ex boyfriend. Puck didn't seem to have that problem, coming over to "help" Finn, before punching Sebastian in the face. Mike, Sam and Artie were cheering, toasting to Puck's punch, when Finn placed the tray of drinks on the table.

'What are you doing here Smythe? Haven't you caused enough trouble?' Puck asked, backing the man up against the bar, so he couldn't escape

'I just came to see my daughter...'

'Holly isn't your daughter. You abandoned her. You are a terrible person... Kurt doesn't want you, and neither does Holly,'

'You can't seriously believe that my four year old daughter doesn't want to see me...'

'Oh believe me, I do. My niece and my brother are happy. Don't go near them Smythe or I will get that restraining order...' Finn added, pulling Puck away before he could 'inflict serious fucking damage to Sebastian's face'.

Mike and Artie watched as Sebastian left the bar. Puck was seriously hoping that he would run into either Quinn or Rachel, because those two girls can yell louder than either of them could, and Rachel would probably inflict more damage on him, than the four of them put together, even with Puck and Artie. Finn knew he would have to tell Kurt about this, he just hopes that his brother won't do something stupid, like go back to Sebastian, or give him visitation rights with Holly. Kurt's smarter than that, he's not going to go back to that idiot... there's no way he'd do that to himself or to Holly... Finn thought, as Sam drew the conversation back to the latest football match and Mercedes' album launch in California next month. They didn't think of Sebastian for the rest of the night...

Maine's Restaurant and Cafe is owed by Wes and David. There is an interesting history behind the name, which Blaine decided to tell Kurt as they were seated by their waiter. The name came from the girl, who helped Wes and David realise they were gay. Her name was Molly; she was a girl from Westerville, who became close to David's family. Blaine was the one who helped them to actually come out to their friends, so hence the name M, for Molly and AINE which is Blaine... Kurt chuckled when the teacher rolled his eyes, knowing his friends' insane need to reassure themselves that things were going to work out, or be okay, by giving odd names to inanimate objects. It was like Wes' gavel all over again, only the whole apartment was under siege, and the stupid thing is Wes and David would fight over what they would 'name' the VCR or the DVD player. Kurt was impressed with the restaurant. Blaine had hired out the back room, so it's romantic, and they won't be bombarded with fans, photographers or parents. Kurt listened intently as Blaine told him about the history of the cafe. He was sitting across from this handsome man, and sipping the wine their waiter had poured. Kurt told Blaine about MerBerry Designs, and he himself, had come up with the name (Mercedes and Rachel, of course), and how long he'd been dreaming of having his own fashion line. They slipped into the topic of highschool and show choirs, and odd things their friends or family members did, and then, without warning, Blaine brought up the topic of ex-boyfriend's. Kurt froze mid-sip, and pretended to be paying attention. Apparently, Blaine had a previous relationship, but it ended two years ago. Kurt could sympathise, but didn't elaborate when Blaine asked him about previous partners. He simply said that it was over, and that's that. Luckily, Blaine took the hint, and the subject changed back to a lighter topic... their love for Vouge.

The lights along the Philadelphia boardwalk made the romantic atmosphere, as Kurt and Blaine stepped out onto the street, and headed towards the theatre. They walked in silence, hands brushing together, but never grasping one another. Blaine had gotten them tickets to the local theatre production of RENT. In fact, he was surprised that Blaine hadn't ended up in theatre, or on Broadway, or even running the theatre department at the local highschool. Kurt hadn't ended up there either, but when he didn't get accepted to NYADA, he had to re-evaluate what he wanted from his life. Yale seemed like the perfect opportunity, so that's where he went. Rachel went to NYADA, and had a couple of shows on Broadway, but she's mother to Olivia now, so she likes what she does. Glee Club had always been a dream of Rachel's, and running the glee club at the highschool was like her second dream... teaching kids to dream the way she used to. Mr. Schuester had always told them that, and made them believe that they could achieve anything if they put their minds to it. That's the kind of teacher he was... the kind of man he was... Kurt thought, stopping to lean against a part of the railing, facing Blaine who just smiled.

'Why did you never pursue singing?' Kurt asked, as Blaine joined him

'Singing will always be a passion, but it just didn't seem as important to me, as giving back to children who love it as much as I do. What about you Kurt Hummel? Why fashion and not singing?'

'A long time ago, I had a dream... NYADA. My friend Rachel and I had plans to conquer New York and be on Broadway. Rachel got accepted, I didn't. That summer, I was in an accident, and it made me reassess my dreams. Mercedes said that I always had a knack for fashion. I got accepted to Yale, did four years business and design, and wallah... here I am...' Kurt replied, smiling and chuckling to himself... he'd never shared that much information with anyone... not even Sebastian...

'Do you believe if things had of worked out differently, that we could have met in highschool?' Blaine asked, as they headed into the theatre

'I believe that listening to Noah Puckerman won't get you where you need to be, and that anything is possible. You just have to believe it...' Kurt replied, pulling out his cell, to switch it to silent, as he followed Blaine to their seats.

The small park around the corner from Kurt's house was the next stop on their 'first-date-date'. It was just turning ten pm, and the chill in the air was making itself known. As soon as they reached the park, Kurt moved over to one of the swings, and sat down, lightly swaying back and forwards. Blaine took the other swing, only he stood up, rather than sitting on the seat. He was so carefree in that moment; it made Kurt smile and laugh. He'd never done anything like this in Lima, it was either to outrageous or dangerous. Take a risk Kurt... what's the worst that could happen... apart from broken bones? His conscience told him. against his better judgement, which was a little impaired from the wine at dinner, Kurt stood on the swing seat, smiling and trying not to think of the possible ramifications of this action, both professionally, and personally. They had been pretty good with the paparazzi tonight, they hadn't been followed, which Kurt was happy about, but it also meant that once the public did find out, there would have to be some kind of... uproar... I mean, they didn't really know about Sebastian, but it was no secret that Kurt has a daughter... Blaine was talking a mile a minute about growing up in Westerville with a loving mother, and spineless, homophobic father. Kurt just listened, wishing that his own father were here to tell him that he was making the right choice, that moving to Philly was a good idea, that Sebastian leaving was the best part of their whole relationship... not that his father would say those things... but it would be nice... in that moment, Kurt felt so carefree. He's spent so long re-building his dreams and working; he'd had no time to be the kid himself... well until he jumped off the swing, and lost his footing on the ground, landing on his back, laughter spilling over, into the cool night air. Blaine helped him up, making sure he was okay, before heading back towards the path and Kurt's house, their conversation never wavering.

They walked up the long, curving driveway and up the stairs to the front door. Quinn would undoubtedly still be awake, given the lights still on inside. How is he going to explain this to Quinn, without divulging all the details... not that there are any he doesn't want known, but dates are like personal time... they're meant to be private, and only shared between two people... and your sister-in-law, and eventually best-friends... who by the way, are going to kill you for being left out of the loop. Also, if you keep making Quinn lie to Finn, he might start resenting her... or something... seriously though Kurt... you sister-in-law is pregnant with your niece or nephew, the least you could do is let her and Finn have some married people time... or, you could focus on the cute guy standing in front of you... Kurt thought, as he mentally returned to what he was doing, smiling and listening to the handsome teacher standing in front of him, bearing his soul. Without realising it, Kurt had bared more of himself tonight that perhaps ever, and he's only on the first date... Blaine reached out to take Kurt's hand, tingles spreading through both their bodies, forcing the designer to step closer to him, their faces now almost touching.

'You know, there is a moment, when you say to yourself, 'oh there you are, I've been looking for you forever'. I know we're only known each other three weeks and this is only our first date, but I want to know everything about you. I want to know everything about us... I want there to be an us... and I- 'Blaine was cut off when Kurt leaned down two inches to press their lips together

'I had a great time tonight Blaine. Thank you,' Kurt replied, smiling

'You're welcome. Listen; there is this banquet I have to attend next week. I was wondering, if you'd like to accompany me, as my date?' Blaine asked, not letting go of Kurt's hand

'I won't go as your date Blaine... but I will go as your boyfriend... if... if you... I mean...' Blaine silenced Kurt by kissing him back, smirking when he pulled away to find Kurt blushing

'I'll email you the details... boyfriend,' Blaine replied, winking as he walked back towards the gate, and out to his car.

When Kurt entered the house, Quinn bolted back into the living room, pretending she hadn't heard or seen anything. Kurt knew better though, and collapsed beside his sister-in-law, resting his head on her shoulder, and telling her what they did, and talked about. He had told Blaine about Quinn, and how he hadn't told anybody else, because he didn't want them to get too involved... like Rachel would insist of meeting Blaine, and then ask him question after question... and god help them if she finds out he used to be the lead singer for the Warblers... that's the last thing Kurt needs... he stood silently, leaving the room to go and check on his daughter. He birthday is coming up... she's going to be five, and Kurt has absolutely no idea what to get her. Maybe he could invite his boyfriend... omg I have a boyfriend... and that's when he can meet everyone... not that Kurt really needs to introduce or explain to anyone why he's dating Blaine... he knows there's something more than just lust there, but he can't feel more... he won't let himself... Holly was curled up under the covers in her bed, the only light coming from the hall through the open door. Holly had never been one of those kids who was afraid of the dark, or needed a night light... Kurt's proud of his daughter for alot of things, including that... he never needed a night light... then again... he had his father down the hall most of his life... and his step-brother for the latter half... Holly doesn't have any siblings... don't even think about it Kurt... DO NOT THINK ABOUT IT... Meetings... work... oh shit I have to email... there you go... Kurt kissed his daughter's forehead softly, and moved back out of the room, down to the lounge, where Quinn was standing, smiling.

She walked over to embrace Kurt in a hug, and whispered in his ear that he deserves to be happy with Blaine, and almost crushed him to death when he mentioned that Blaine is his boyfriend. For a pregnant woman, Quinn doesn't seem bothered by all the extra stress this is going to put her under. It's not like she can't keep a secret, she can, and it's just that well, it makes it hard when Finn and Rachel need to know everything and it's hard to keep things... private... the same goes for the paparazzi. He can't even walk down the street with his brother without photographers following them everywhere, and asking them stupid questions. He chuckled over one of the memories, when his line first took off; he got asked if he was dating Finn... they both burst out into laughter in the middle of the street, before Kurt explained that Finn is his brother, and nothing more. Quinn laughed when Kurt explained it to her, remembering back to when she'd read that in the paper, and spent the rest of the day, teasing Finn and Sebastian about it... the only time I was ever happy was when I wasn't with him... Kurt thought, collapsing onto the couch, shedding his jacket, and picking up the TV remote. Quinn made her rounds, picking up her jacket, bag and putting on her shoes, before moving back into the lounge to find her brother-in-law asleep on the couch. She'd never seen Kurt so peaceful, so she didn't bother to wake the designer, instead draping a blanket over him, kissing his cheek, and making her way out of the house... Kurt deserves to be happy... and what he doesn't know won't hurt him... maybe I'll pay Blaine a visit... Quinn thought, smirking to herself as she climbed into her car and drove out the large driveway, in the direction of hers and Finn's house.

Sebastian threw his bags onto the floor of his ninth story hotel room. He wasn't planning on hanging around long, but after what happened with Finn and Puck at the bar, he's surprised that Kurt hasn't called him... that probably means he still doesn't know I'm in town, and that I bumped into his brother... Sebastian thought, grabbing a bear from the mini bar and settling down on the couch in the middle of the room. There wasn't really anything on TV, mostly just crap, and a bunch of celebrity gossip channels. TMZ is always a laugh, and he doesn't mind the talk shows... what startled him, was a news segment about Kurt and his new... beau looking cosy together at a restaurant. They were holding hands, and smiling... he's moving on... was his first thought, and his first action was to pick up his cell phone and call Kurt... you're better than that Sebastian, you want Kurt to be happy... that's why you left... How could this have happened in three weeks? He barely knows this guy, and they're already going out on romantic dates, and getting cosy in bars... it's sickening... then again... where's the fun of sitting here pouting? Sebastian thought once more, smirking as an idea formed in his mind... the sound of the doorbell ringing brought him back to reality... he was too preoccupied with his plans to check who it was before opening the door, and receiving a slap to the face from Rachel.

'How dare you come back here... how dare you...?'

'What... have they upped your drug dosage or something you crazed midget?' Sebastian asked, cradling his left cheek with his hand, wishing he could slam the door in Rachel's face and get an ice-pack

'First, don't insult me... my husband is Noah Puckerman. Second... if you go anywhere near Kurt or Holly, I will insist he get that restraining order... and third... I swear to the gods and every Broadway star before me, that I will severely hurt you, if you even think, of ruining their lives again...'

'You are a psycho. Remind me why you're Kurt's best-friend?' Sebastian asked sarcastically, slamming the door in Rachel's face, mid-sentence, and ignoring the screeching so he could go and get an icepack...

Eventually, it went silent, and Sebastian assumed that Rachel had tired of yelling at the door, and left. However, at eleven forty, he was rudely awoken by banging... not just normal banging, it sounded like every person in history was banging on the door. He couldn't sleep like this, and he didn't want to open it and receive numerous punches from all the ex-ND members, who have come back to haunt him... you knew this would happen... You could have had it all with Kurt and Holly... and you threw it away... you didn't expect it to be easy did you? Why did they have to schedule this meeting in Philadelphia? Why couldn't it be in Columbia, or Oregon? Why Philadelphia? Oh right, they want him to get slapped and punched numerous times in the face, and return home with a black eye the size of mount Kilimanjaro. He's honestly just here to celebrate Holly's fifth birthday, but it's doubtful he'll even get through the door... or in the gate... he's seen Kurt's new house... there's more security than their college campus had, and that's saying something for Yale campus security. Perhaps you should have thought of that, before taking on the case against MerBerry Designs... you know the only reason you're doing this is to get to Kurt... and you know that your clients accusations have absolutely no merit whatsoever... in fact, you could be thrown in prison for fraud... that's how stupid this is Sebastian... the voice in his head wouldn't shut up, and opening the door to find Quinn and a very pregnant Tina standing in the threshold, wasn't something he'd planned on happening... apparently, Mike and Finn were there also, but out of sight... girls are quite capable of fighting their own battles... he prepared himself for the slaps or punches, but Quinn just glared at him, shaking her head, and Tina had her arms crossed... best she could... no expression on her face... that's what scares him the most... Kurt used to do that all the time... he never knew what was going on...

When Kurt woke the next morning to his phone buzzing, he smiled and quickly opened the text. He and Blaine had already established their texting boundaries, but he'd never had that kind of relationship with Sebastian, so it was new and exciting... Kurt quickly read Blaine's text:

To: Kurt Hummel

Boyfriend, good morning... :) I hope you have a fabulous day, and just know that I will be thinking of you...: p

From: Blaine Anderson

Kurt chuckled and typed a quick reply, before almost falling out of bed when he realised that once again, they were going to be late for school...

To: Blaine Anderson

I will be thinking of you too boyfriend. Take good care of my daughter when we manage to get to school... I'll see you tonight...: p

From: Kurt Hummel

Maybe he's not sold on love again just yet, but you never know... he's on his way to happiness... well, until he finds out what's just around the corner... or staying four blocks away in a hotel more suited to a squid than a barstard... School... Holly... Shit... Kurt bolted into his daughter's bedroom, to find her dressed, with her arms crossed, a cheeky grin on her face... Kurt smirked, picking up his daughter, and heading into the kitchen...

A/N: I really like this story. I've been wanting to write something like this for ages, but after From Past to Present, I kind of took a break. This is a long way from my other stories though. Check them out if you like. Next chapter: Holly turns Five, Kurt finds out that Sebastian's back, Tina has her baby, and the Klaine relationship heats up... JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.