Throughout the next month, Blaine was a ray of sunshine. He walked through the corridors like he was on clouds, always smiling and more enthusiastic than ever.

His friends were a little confused at first, but as he insisted that he was simply happy, not giving any other explanation, they accepted it after a while.

For Blaine, the month had consisted of daily messages with Kurt. He was sure that Pavarotti was getting tired and cranky, but when he tried to give him a rest and use one of the school owls, Pavarotti had pecked his cheek, drawing blood. Blaine wasn't angry though. He couldn't be. Life was too good to be angry.

The only bad thing was now that the weather was getting colder, meeting Kurt was getting more and more difficult.

First, they had to stop meeting on Friday nights, transferring their meetings to Saturdays or Sundays. But, now even the days were getting too cold to stay out for hours, no matter what Blaine brought to warm them.

Getting away on the weekends was also more difficult. Blaine had the feeling that especially Mike was alerted by his sudden change of character and habits and he had to work hard to distract him and pass up enough opportunities to get away unquestioned.

An opportunity that Blaine was pretty excited about arose early November, which also marked their six week anniversary. It was a rainy and cloudy Sunday evening (Blaine was already dreading the flight back and the cold he'd get from it), and they were sitting in the back of Kurt's car. It was at least warm and comfortable and it was perfect to make out but Blaine was dreaming about taking Kurt on a real date.

"How would you like to accompany me to Hogsmeade next Saturday?" Blaine asked casually, as they took a break from kissing, Kurt cuddling into his side.

"The village close to your school? You know we can't Blaine – not with all the students who know you running around." Kurt sighed sadly which gave Blaine's heart a painful pang. It hurt Blaine that he couldn't give Kurt all he dreamt of in a relationship.

"But that's the thing – I think we can." Kurt turned in his arms and stared at him wide-eyed.

"How?" The boy breathed, his excitement evident now.

"Sam managed to get himself into detention, so he will spend next Saturday with our Transfiguration teacher while Mike told me today that he will have to work on homework all weekend, so I'm clear. Besides, it's not a Hogsmeade weekend, so no students will be there, and even if they were there, it'd be as illegally as me being there, so they couldn't tell a teacher. So, I'd just pack some casual robes for you and me... I might have to steal some from Sam for you... and I'll meet you here and we can take the broom to the village and just go on a date." Blaine beamed.

"Robes? Really, you wear those all the time? I thought that was just a uniform thing. Suddenly, I am glad not to be magical." Kurt mused.

"We don't wear them all the time." Blaine felt the need to defend himself. "Yeah, sure for school uniforms and most grownups wear them for work and if they are like old wizarding families, like mine, also at home. Others are more casual, especially since in the past 100 years, more and more wizards and witches began to mix with Muggles."

"When you say it – it sounds so romantic." Kurt teased, pecking his boyfriend on the lips.

"Shut up." Blaine shot back leaning forward to silence his boyfriend's teasing with his mouth. It didn't matter how many times they did this. Every time the skin of Kurt's velvet soft lips touched his and Kurt opened up, inviting Blaine into the hotness of Kurt's mouth, Blaine felt electricity shooting through his body, tingling his spine and setting every nerve on edge. He hoped he would never lose this feeling.

"But really, what do you say?" Blaine pressed as they broke apart, gasping for air.

"I say that I can't wait. Robes or not." Kurt's eyes sparkled, his mouth stretched into that big smile that Blaine loved. Blaine had to kiss him again.

Blaine felt like their main communication in the following days was limited to Blaine describing the different robes he could get so that Kurt was able to think about and put together a real first date outfit. Blaine found it both adorable and worrying — worrying mostly because he didn't want to pale more in comparison to Kurt than he normally did.

The week was busy, and soon it was thankfully Saturday morning. Sam excused himself grumbling after breakfast to attend his detention, while Mike was already deep into his papers over his untouched toast. He didn't even look up when Blaine got up and said his goodbye. It was okay though, Blaine had more important things on his mind to care.

In the end, Kurt had decided on a midnight blue robe with silver stars and silver chains. It might have been a little festive; then again he knew how extravagant Kurt's everyday clothes were. He wouldn't have expected anything less from him for a first date.

As he could sort of expect how impeccable Kurt would look, Blaine had decided to go with his most beautiful robe — a dark burgundy one that matched his skin and hair perfectly. It wasn't as ornamented as the one Kurt would wear, but the fabric was exquisite, and Blaine knew Kurt would appreciate that. The rest was simpler: black jeans, a black polo and a grey cardigan. For a moment he even debated about putting on a bowtie (he had one in the perfect burgundy) but he wasn't sure if that would be appreciated by Kurt or just give away his utter lack of knowledge of anything Muggle fashion related.

He hid everything under his school robes and packed Sam's robe into his satchel before leaving the dorm with a little bounce in his step.

Kurt was waiting for him at his car when Blaine landed. He was huddled up in a long winter coat, grinning giddily at his boyfriend.

"Show me." He demanded, jumping a little and his hands flailing excitedly before Blaine even got the chance to greet him properly.

"Patience is a virtue, kind sir," Blaine grinned as he opened his satchel to pull out the beautiful robe.

Kurt gasped as he took it in, stroking a hand over the soft fabric.

"That is just perfect," he breathed, then focused on Blaine. "Turn."

"What?" Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I am not getting ready for our date in front of your eyes. So turn and look away while I put this on."

Blaine shook his head, chuckling but did as he was asked, deciding to get rid of his own school robe while he was at it.

A moment later Kurt told him to look and Blaine did.

The teasing comment on his tongue died along with most of his functioning brain parts. He was stunned by the view in front of him, unable to even put into words how beautiful Kurt looked.

The robe was a little too big, but instead of making Kurt look like a kid that played dress up, he just looked leaner. The colour was a perfect match for his eyes, bringing out the blue even more than ever. With the stars and ornaments, he looked like some mighty priest from a long forgotten time or an angel sent on a holy mission.

Kurt did a spin for him and posed with a bashful smile, showing off what was hidden underneath and the picture was broken. Not because Kurt looked any less amazing but because holy or priest just didn't fit in with the clothes that led Blaine to very indecent thoughts.

Kurt wore skin tight white pants, with a dark blue pinstriped dress shirt and a white waist coat, which accentuated his slender waist. Around his neck was a black silk scarf with a silver and blue pattern, while his calves and feet were kept warm in elegant, black leather boots that seemed to be as tight of a fit as his trousers.

"Don't you like it?" Kurt asked shyly, after Blaine had spent quite some time just staring up and down his figure. It was sort of amazing how someone so drop dead gorgeous and alluring could manage to be so unsure of his own looks.

"No... I mean yes." He took a deep breath. "You look amazing. I pale in comparison."

"Thank you." Kurt grinned before moving into his personal space. "But you're pretty easy on the eyes yourself, Blaine Wizard. Kurt pulled him in by his robe and finally gave him the hello kiss Blaine had been craving. He couldn't help but smile into it.

"You know we sort of look like two characters from a costume drama on ITV. I could be like a young prince at the English court and you with your looks and robe could be like a Venetian ambassador looking for, I don't know, an alliance or something. But then you meet this young prince, who would be me, and you would be head over heels though you know that you would jeopardize your mission and maybe life if it came out that we were in love. And then they, of course, would find out, but our love would overcome all odds and happy ending. Also, we match perfectly in colour which is important to me."

Blaine laughed loud.

"You've really thought this through, haven't you?"

"Just off the top of my head," Kurt grinned. "Though, I really do love how amazing our outfits go together. You look fabulous in something different from your uniform."

"Mhh, I guess that is a compliment," Blaine said dryly, earning himself a fond eye roll from his boyfriend.

"So, then my honourable prince, wilt thou accompany me to the fair village that is Hogsmeade in order to celebrate our mutual adoration?"

Blaine bowed and offered his hand, which Kurt took with a giant grin on his face.

The closer they got to Hogsmeade, the more nervous Blaine got. The excitement and the possibility of their date had for a little while banished the worry of being detected.

They landed a little offside the road leading into the town, walking the rest of the way with linked hands. It felt good to be finally able to do that. Walking into town like any other couple that enjoyed a weekend in town.

Beside him, Kurt was fidgeting, but Blaine wasn't sure if it was out of nervousness or pure excitement.

As they entered the village, Blaine stopped for a moment to look at his boyfriend.

"Are you ready? My world is as strange for you as yours is for me."

"I can't wait to see your world," he admitted and Blaine squeezed his hand happily.

"Then I guess I'll be able to witness a Kurt Hummel shopping sensation first hand for a change."

"Oh, then you're in for a ride, honey, because I can't wait to run wild on those stores you told me about."

Blaine's laugh stuck in his throat at Kurt's determined expression. Maybe Kurt's friends hadn't been exaggerating when complaining about Kurt's shopping habits like Kurt had said.

Still, a smile spread on his face when he realized that Kurt had called him a pet name for the first time in their relationship.

"You just called me honey." He grinned and Kurt's eyes went wide, cheeks turning pink.

"I did?" Kurt asked, voice higher than usual.

"You so did." Blaine leant in and pecked his boyfriend on the blushing cheek, which made said cheek turn even redder.

"So, where would you like to go, baby?" Blaine asked, emphasising the term of endearment with a wink.

For a while, the two boys just wandered around the small village, Kurt simply taking in all the new impressions. Here in Hogsmeade snow was already covering the ground, and, after a while, Blaine suggested they go into one of the stores if only to escape the cold.

The decision was made when Kurt suddenly stopped to stare at the display in one of the windows of Gladrags Wizardwear. On display was a beautiful emerald green robe. It had lavish gold stitching over the whole front down to where the seam was ruffled. The faceless manikin was moving around the windows, presenting the robe from every side, and Blaine was sure he could see Kurt's breath hitching. The top of the back was a mixture of different fabrics. It reminded Blaine of patchwork but it was far more delicate than that. The really special thing though was the way the fabric shone in the light. Depending on where the sun came from, the fabric glowed like jewels in light. The robe ended shortly over the knee. It was modern, fashionable, special.

Blaine looked at Kurt. His boyfriend was still staring as if he had just witnessed some miracle, which, from where Kurt was standing, he probably just had. Kurt's eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted and his hand hovering over his mouth as if to stifle a gasp.

It was adorable.

"You want to try it on?" Blaine asked cheekily as if he didn't know the answer already.

"Blaine, don't make jokes like that." Kurt said harshly, not even turning his head.

Blaine chuckled. "I'm not. But, if you don't want to, we can just..."

That was as far as he got before he had an armful of boyfriend hanging around his neck.

"Are you serious?" Kurt squealed and Blaine took the opportunity to hug Kurt close, before he excitedly bounced back out of his grip.

"Let's go!" Kurt took Blaine's hand and Blaine led them into the store.

"Good evening." A woman in a beautiful black cloak and dark hair, greeted them. "How can I help you, gentlemen?" Her voice was smooth and professional. Next to him, Blaine could feel Kurt shifting and when he turned his head, Kurt looked different. His back was straighter, making him even taller, and with that confident and serious expression, he looked older.

Blaine was lost for words staring at him, and as Blaine didn't even make an effort to speak, Kurt glanced at him quizzically before addressing the saleswoman.

"My boyfriend and I saw this beautiful robe in the window, and I was wondering if it were possible to try it on." Kurt smiled and Blaine gaped.

"Of course it is, sir." The woman smiled. "The changing rooms are back there. You can look for something else to try on or go straight there, while I get the robe in your size."

Blaine saw Kurt opening his mouth to tell her what size he was, but he quickly tugged at Kurt's hand and shook his head slightly.

Kurt looked confused then relieved as he noticed the witch getting out her wand which sized Kurt up a moment later. That kind of slip would have looked suspicious.

Instead, Kurt just nodded smiling before pulling Blaine to the racks and manikins with other robes, hats and clothing items.

Before the saleswoman even had the chance to present the robe, Kurt had loaded Blaine's arms with robes, cloaks, pants and pretty much every other clothing item imaginable for both of them.

Watching Kurt was both intriguing and scary. Blaine wasn't sure if Kurt regarded shopping as sport, art or some kind of fighting technique. He went at it with such concentration, seizing and examining fabrics, cuts and styles, grinning like a cat that got the cream when he found something he liked, and at some pieces even letting out a squeal. There wasn't anyone else in the shop, but after a while, Blaine was sure that Kurt would cut anyone that came between him and something he wanted.

Still, seeing Kurt smile so dopily every time his gaze caught Blaine's, so thankful for being able to do this, was worth it all.

When Blaine felt like breaking down under the weight of the clothes Kurt had buried him under, the saleswoman came back and kindly freed him from his load murmuring Wingardium Leviosa,sending all the clothes to the changing rooms. Thankfully, that wasn't the first act of everyday magic that Kurt witnessed, so he just gave the woman a thankful nod and went to the changing rooms with Blaine.

It took them quite some time to get through the pile of clothes, but Blaine couldn't remember ever having so much fun shopping. Granted he loved nice clothes, but the passion with which Kurt went at it was infectious. It was also nice how much care Kurt put into dressing him and how much he admired his work and Blaine every time Blaine put on something new. Kurt kept the robe from the window for last, and when he finally put it on and presented himself, Blaine forgot how to breathe.

Kurt looked exquisite. The green was a beautiful contrast to his light skin and hair, while the cut accentuated his lean build and small waist. The ornaments and seam gave the whole robe something more modern than what Kurt had been wearing before, more special, more Kurt.

Kurt did a little spin for Blaine and his back glowed in the light of the store, while the fabric moved smoothly with his motion.

Blaine's throat was dry. This had been made for Kurt. It was perfect.

"So? What do you think?" Kurt asked grinning.

"I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life," Blaine answered before he had given his words any thought.

Kurt stopped dead, surprised by the sudden emotion in Blaine's voice. Cautiously he went over to where his boyfriend was standing.

"You really think that?" Kurt asked quietly. Blaine nodded sheepishly, and Kurt took in a deep breath. Slowly, Kurt let his hands come to rest on Blaine's shoulders, staring into his eyes all the while.

"Thank you." Kurt murmured, before leaning in and giving Blaine one soft kiss, into which both of them smiled.

"You know what?" Blaine whispered, his forehead resting against Kurt's, "You should get that robe and maybe some of the other things too... you know... so you have your own things for next time?"

Kurt's eyes sparkled when they fluttered open.

"Next time?" he asked happily.

"Yeah, of course, only if you want to?"

"Of course I want to, Blaine." Kurt hugged him close again before loosening his grip and looking distraught. "I don't have any wizarding money. I guess I'll have to rely on Sam the next time as well."

Kurt sighed deeply, making his way back to change back into Sam's robes.

He didn't see the wicked glint in his boyfriend's eyes.

"Excuse me," he addressed the saleslady. "I'd like to have the robe my boyfriend just tried on and these too." He pointed at a couple of things that had looked extraordinarily amazing on Kurt and some things that had made Kurt smile appreciatively at Blaine before he made his way over to the cashier. His parents were loaded, too often confusing financial attention with affection. In this moment, Blaine couldn't have been more grateful for that.

"If you don't stop grinning like that, your face might split in half." Blaine teased as they made their way down the street, loaded with bags both for Blaine and Kurt. Mostly for Kurt though.

The boy had disapproved of Blaine spending so much money on him at first, but when Blaine had insisted and admitted to not have been shopping in over a year, Kurt had been too shocked to dispute further. As he dug through all the bags that were now his, the excitement and happiness had taken over to a point where his grin was so wide, it looked like it was hurting his cheeks.

"I can't stop. I have the most perfect boyfriend in the world and several bags of clothes I didn't know existeda couple of hours ago. Let me bask."

Blaine chuckled. "Alright. Where do you want to go next?"

Kurt just shrugged, so Blaine decided to introduce him to Honeydukes. Blaine could see Kurt swallow hard when they entered the store, only to be surrounded by the most amazing sweets in the world. Sheepishly, Kurt admitted to having a sweet tooth. He looked so embarrassed that Blaine had to suppress the urge to coo. Instead, he talked Kurt into trying anything he might like.

"What is that, Blaine?" Kurt whispered while inspecting a rack of sweets.

"Acid pops," Blaine whispered back. Kurt's eyes widened alarmed.

"So, like lollipops but with acid?" Blaine shrugged.

"I guess?"

"Why would people do that?" Kurt asked in shock and quickly moved away from the rack. Blaine had to giggle.

"I don't know. It's funny? Like you have to be really quick eating them, or it will burn a hole into your tongue." Blaine snickered, remembering Sam eating his first unknowingly and promptly hurting himself.

"What's funny about that?" Kurt shook his head. "Is there any not dangerous food in here?"

"Try those?" Blaine advised pointing at a pile of chocolate frogs.

Kurt opened the box expectantly and squeaked as the chocolate frog jumped out of its foil and promptly into his hair.

"Blaine. Get. It. Off. Me." Blaine had half expected Kurt to freak but the frozen statue in front of him was sort of terrifying, so he quickly grabbed the frog off of his boyfriend's head, trying not to smash it into the boy's neatly styled hair.

Still, Blaine had a hard time not laughing at Kurt's facial expression. For a moment, Blaine debated having Kurt try Bertie Bott's beans next, but he really didn't want to upset Kurt further and endanger their date.

"Here, what do you think about this?" Blaine asked gently, handing Kurt a chocolate ball filled with strawberry mousse and clotted cream.

Kurt looked weary but did take a small bite, his eyes trained on Blaine. That was until he had tasted the first bite. Kurt's eyes closed and his nose scrunched up in delight as he let out a light moan.

"Blaine. That is heaven." Kurt moaned as he took another bite. Blaine grinned, looking at Kurt devouring the piece of confection. His cheeks lit up a little as Kurt continued moaning, glancing around to see if anyone paid them any attention.

"More." Kurt demanded when he had finished, and a very flustered Blaine answered that they would get some of them to take away.

They spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the shops, and with Kurt's immediate and exciting response to everything he saw, it became an experience of a different kind for Blaine as well.

At Zonko's Kurt glared disapprovingly at all the items of practical jokes and questioned the ethics of the displayed love potions. Still, he also saw Kurt's nervous glances in his direction as he read the description on one of the bottles. It made Blaine giddy to a point where he simply had to whisper "Won't need to use these on me," into Kurt's ear.

When they stood in front of shelves over shelves of joke articles dedicated to inducing fear and confusion, Blaine was struck with an idea.

"We should get some of these for you."

Kurt's eyebrows furrowed. "Why would I want any of them?"

"Self-protection?" Blaine offered, but Kurt kept staring at him, blankly. "You don't talk too much about it, but I know... I see how this bullying gets you down. I want to be there for you. I want to protect you, and it breaks my heart that I can't. This stuff might give you an advantage."

Kurt was gaping at him before he said in a low, serious voice, "I can't just jinx them, Blaine. I wouldn't want to jinx them. I'm better than that. I despise any kind of violence. This isn't me, Blaine."

Blaine grabbed his hands, eyes even brighter at Kurt's words.

"It's nothing but smoke and mirrors. This stuff can't harm them, but it might be enough to confuse them... or scare them enough to stay away from you. I just want you to be safe."

Kurt drew his lower lip between his teeth and for a moment the motion distracted Blaine to no end. How long had it been since he had kissed that mouth? He wasn't sure, but it had been way too long. Kurt was still mulling over Blaine's proposal.

"And it wouldn't hurt them?"

Blaine shook his head, smiling gently. Kurt let out a long breathe.

"I guess then I could give it a try... for science, you know?"

Blaine grinned victoriously and kissed those rosy, delicious lips before he explained the function of all the products he was going to buy for Kurt's defence.