A/N: Hello my fellow Klainers! I decided to make a date night for our lovely boys. But of course, being the evil author I am, I decided to throw in a twist as well. ;)

Glee and these wonderful characters of Blaine and Kurt are not of my creation.

"So tell me again how you got these reservations?" Kurt asked for the millionth time.

Blaine chuckled. "I had to call about a month in advance, and we cannot be late or else they will totally skip over us."

Kurt was still amazed how Blaine got reservations. It was to a very nice restaurant. Cloth tablecloths and napkins, no cell phones, and absolutely no blue jeans. The last part was easy for Kurt because he owned many other pairs of pants absent of denim.

Blaine was just throwing on a suit jacket as he turned around at the scene before him. Kurt was standing with a pair of dark dress pants and no shirt on. He was still deciding between three shirts. Blaine drew in a breath as he took in Kurt's beauty. There was no other word for it. This man before him was beautiful.

"What do you think, Blaine? Blaine?"

"Oh, uh. I think the light blue. Matches your eyes."

Kurt smiled. "I agree."

Kurt threw the shirt on and went to button it, but Blaine was there first. Blaine didn't take his eyes off Kurt as he buttoned Kurt's shirt slowly from the bottom. Each time Blaine's fingers brushed Kurt's skin, Kurt shivered. Not from the cold, just from the electricity in Blaine's touch.

They stood there, staring into each other's eyes. They weren't sure how long they stood like that, taking each other in.

Blaine broke the trance. "Let's go. Or we'll be late." He reached for Kurt's hand.

The restaurant wasn't located on a main road, so traffic wasn't as heavy, but nonetheless it took Blaine and Kurt a while to get there. Even from the street you could tell it was immensely crowded. Kurt grew worried that they wouldn't be able to get a table, but Blaine reassured him that their reservation was still good.

"Hello. I have a reservation for Anderson."

The waiter didn't say anything as he motioned for Blaine and Kurt to follow him. He gestured to a booth in the far corner.

"Thank you," Kurt said. The waiter only nodded curtly. "So, tell me. How is playing in that café? Are they paying you well?"

Blaine performed in a small café every Wednesday and Friday night. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and started tracing slow circles on his palm. "It's good actually. And the pay is alright. I rely mostly on tips, which surprisingly many people are generous about. There was a little girl there who was sitting on the floor in front of my piano just watching me the whole time. Her mom tried to make her come back to the table but she just wouldn't move. Her mom kept apologizing but I swore it was alright. You should have seen the little girl's face when I asked if she wanted to sit next to me at the piano. And she just sat there listening and watching me. She didn't touch anything! When she finally had to go she was like, 'Mommy, I made a new friend! His name is Blaine. He's really cool at piano.'" Blaine laughed.

"Aw, she sounds so adorable!"

"I also asked my boss if I could maybe bring in another singer some nights."

"You don't mean -"

"Yes, Kurt. I mean you can come and sing with me sometime! I told him I'd have no problem sharing the pay between the two of us, but my boss insisted he pay you properly."

"Blaine, that's…wow. That sounds so fun!"

Blaine was now rubbing the bank of Kurt's hand very lightly with his thumb.

"There's an ice cream place I noticed as we came here. We should go after dinner," Kurt said.

Blaine nodded. "That sounds perfect, just like you."

Darn you, Blaine Anderson. After all these years together, he still knows just the right thing to say and Kurt never ceases to blush.

They did not know how long they were waiting until Blaine glanced at his watch. "We've been waiting an hour for drinks?" Blaine exclaimed. He didn't notice the same waiter that showed them their table keep stealing quick glances at Blaine and Kurt. Blaine motioned for the waiter to come over.

Kurt spoke. "Hi, um...excuse me, but we haven't been helped yet. It's been an hour, by our watch."

The waiter opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again. He must have finally decided what he was going to say because he then said, "I'm sorry, but we don't serve people like you here."

Kurt exhaled slowly and moved to grab Blaine's hand and walk out the door. People like you here.

"Hold on a second, Kurt," Blaine muttered. Blaine stood up. "That is BS. Hey, I'm talking to you! I thought discrimination was against the law in America. The fact that my boyfriend and I can't sit down in a restaurant and have a nice dinner together without people like you screwing it up is BS."

Blaine was making a scene now. A woman who looked in her thirties stood up and said, "Leave these men alone. They aren't hurting anyone!"

"Blaine…let's just go," Kurt tried to walk toward the door grabbing Blaine's arm with him as he went.

"Kurt, I'm not going to let these people control me! I should be able to love and care for whomever I choose, and by God if I want to have dinner with that person in a public restaurant, I should be able to. These people can't decide that for me."

The waiter spoke next. "We just don't want you fags disturbing our other customers. We'll have to disinfect the table cloth of your fairy dust."

Kurt had a flashback to David Karofsky during his bullying days. "I was pumping iron in the gym when one of the guys told me you two were here spreading your fairy dust all over the place."

"Blaine...come on."

"No, Kurt! Can't you see? This is what they want us to do. I'm not just going to let them control me and tell me where I can and cannot eat. But...if you can't back me up on this...then maybe we should just leave." There was a fire in Blaine's hazel eyes that Kurt had also seen that night with Karofsky before Santana showed up.

"Blaine, no, I -"

But Blaine was already out the door, slamming it behind him.

A/N: How's that for a cliff-hanger ending? You'll have to wait and see what happens next. I made the waiter a real jerk, I know.

NOTE: I will be at marching band camp from July 31st - August 4th. I'm not sure if I will update again before that, but there will be NO updates during that time. Thanks for reading!