Dear Kurt,

You don't think I was too harsh on Finn, right? Won't this just be a turn-off? I'm so worried... What can we do now?

Warm regards,

Rachel

Rachel-

Trust me, it'll be fine. Guys love the chase. If you claim you don't want him, he'll just want you that much more. And you leave the next part to me. I'll get back to you when I'm ready. This is gonna work, Berry! Trust me!

-Kurt

"Please? Pretty please? For your kind, faithful, handsome boyfriend?"

"No, Kurt. I'm not getting involved. And you shouldn't be either, for that matter!" Blaine shook his finger at Kurt, but quickly put his hand back on the wheel. The two were on their way to a new French restaurant for dinner, Le Meilleur Autour.

"But Finn would never come out to dinner if I asked him! You aren't family, he's too nice to turn you down."

Blaine sighed. "And when he sees that you invited Rachel, what's going to happen? He'll just be okay with it? No. He's gonna be mad." They pulled into the parking lot. "And do you know who Finn will be mad at when this all goes to hell? Because it won't be me, I'm telling you that right now."

"He'll be fine! Finn wants Rachel back, I just know it. We just-"

"No Kurt, not we. They. They can figure this out themselves, Finn doesn't need his Fairy Godbrother to fix his love life." Blaine climbed out of his car, walking around the front to open the passenger's side door.

"Alright, alright. Let's just drop it and go eat." Kurt took Blaine's hand as they walked into the dimly lit establishment. They told the waiter about their reservation and were led to a secluded back room upon request.

The table was set with pure white china and fine silver over a thick red tablecloth that skimmed the floor. The boys sat on the plush booth and were given elegant menus, but Kurt immediately knew what he wanted.

"Je voudrais les escargots, pour commencer, et une assiette de foie gras. Et si je puis dire, vous avez un beau restaurant."

The waiter looked at Kurt in surprise. "Ummm... I don't actually speak French, sir."

"Oh." Kurt felt annoyed. What kind of French restaurant has employees that don't speak French? "I'd like the escargot and foie gras then." He turned to Blaine. "Did you have anything in mind?"

Blaine laughed. "Well, I've never actually had snails before. Or whatever this thing is." He pointed to something on the menu called foie de veau. "Could you translate for me?"

"That? That says calf liver." Blaine went slightly green. Kurt smirked and put a hand to his boyfriend's cheek. "He'll have the beef stew."

"Can do!" The waiter walked away while Kurt rolled his eyes. He had been served by more well-spoken people at the local McDonald's.

The food came quickly, along with various topics of conversation far from what was on Kurt's mind. This might be the only chance he was going to get to convince Blaine to help him. This had to go smoothly, or the next part of his plan was ruined.

Blaine leaned against the pale boy's shoulder, interrupting his train of thought. "Can I try one of your snails?"

Kurt giggled. "Only if you call it by it's proper name."

"May I please have an escargot?"

"Yes you may." Kurt put one of the delicate creatures on his fork, making sure to get pesto sauce on Blaine's cheek as he fed him. "Oops. My mistake." He leaned forward and kissed the boy at the corner of his mouth, making a show out of cleaning him off.

"You just love kissing me in public, don't you?" Blaine chuckled, pushing a bit of Kurt's perfectly styled hair away from his face.

"Why do you think I wanted to be in the back room? Less people, my dear." Kurt forced Blaine's head against the booth's velvet backing, kissing him softly while he waited for a reaction. Blaine apparently wasn't opposed to a quick make-out session, and parted his lips to allow Kurt's tongue some room to explore. The small boy put his legs into Blaine's lap, pulling the two together with an intensity he usually saved for the privacy of their Dalton dorm rooms. Blaine seemed surprised and, despite Kurt's efforts, began to pull away.

"Not the time or place, Kurt." The flustered boy returned to his stew, and Kurt resisted the urge to cross his arms. The only way to convince Blaine to help him was seduction, and the older boy wasn't cooperating. Kurt ran a hand across the smooth tablecloth, when a brilliant idea struck him. He subtly set his hand on the seat, slowly moving it onto Blaine's unsuspecting thigh.

Blaine jumped, whipping his head up from his dinner plate. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Trying to look as innocent as possible, he gently started to rub his boyfriend's leg. A shudder ran through Blaine's body. Kurt was squealing on the was just the reaction he was looking to get.

Kurt kept up the act while tracing his lips from Blaine's jawline to his collarbone, feeling his boyfriend's breathing hitch ever so often. He moved his hand towards the space between Blaine's thighs, finding the quite obvious bulge developing. As soon as Kurt's fingers slid in its direction ever so slightly, Blaine just about launched off his seat.

"Waiter!" The flushed Warbler called to a passing employee who eyed the two suspiciously. "Could we get our food to go? And the check? Quickly, please?"

Kurt waited for Blaine to fall asleep before getting up. He gently moved the strong hands off his waist, rolling to the edge of his bed and throwing on his silk pajama bottoms. He tiptoed up to his laptop, opened it, and typed in his email as quietly as possible.

Rachel-

I've got everything worked out. You're going on a double date with me and Blaine. I'm inviting you, he's inviting our good friend Finn. Don't worry about the details, it's all covered. Just know that I had to do a lot of stuff to get Blaine to help, but he completely owes me at this point. So feel lucky that I love you this much.

-Kurt