I still don't own anything
Blaine stood in front of the mirror in his dorm's bathroom, sweaters strewn on the floor around him. Kurt would be here in two minutes and he still had nothing to wear. Kurt always looked so put together, but Blaine was at a loss when it came to dressing in something besides his Dalton uniform. Nothing he owned looked worthy of a first date with Kurt Hummel.
"Galloping hippogriffs," muttered Blaine as a knock resounded through his small dorm room. He yanked on a black turtleneck and grabbed a tan scarf as he opened the door to reveal his boyfriend, in skin-tight black jeans and a knee-length red sweater. Blaine swallowed heavily.
"Ready?" asked this vision in Blaine's doorway.
"Yep!" Blaine asserted, taking Kurt's hand in his and leading him to his car.
Blaine blushed as the RENT soundtrack started up as he turned the key in the ignition, but quickly forgot his embarrassment as he wondered at Kurt's beautiful voice singing along to the music. Blaine was almost disappointed when he pulled into his favorite French restaurant.
Blaine opened Kurt's door for him, thinking for the umpteenth time that night how lucky he was to be where he was at this moment.
Dinner passed in a flurry of conversation and good food, as it always did between the two boys, but all that registered with Blaine was the way Kurt's eyes sparkled as he smiled while he talked. Being with Kurt now, as his boyfriend, was both intrinsically the same and excitingly different from all the other times he had been out with Kurt. It was a fascinating experience, and Blaine hoped the night would never end and he would be able to keep on holding tight to Kurt's hand for the rest of eternity.
However, Blaine soon found himself paying the check, brushing off Kurt's protests, and slipping an arm around Kurt's waist as they walked out to his car. Neither boy was ready to go back to Dalton yet, so Blaine drove to a park near the school that he had often visited with Wes and David. The park was deserted this late at night.
Blaine laughed as Kurt ran over to the swings with complete abandon. He joined him, holding his hand as they swung higher and higher together. Blaine jumped off the swing, soaring through the air with his boyfriend for a few seconds before they landed in a heap of limbs together in the dirt. Blaine rolled over so that he was staring into Kurt's happy blue eyes. He smiled, blissful, as he leaned down to meet Kurt's lips with his own.
Several minutes later, Blaine found himself leaning against Kurt's chest, circling his thumb with his own as he looked up at the stars.
"That was the best first date ever," Kurt's voice vibrated against Blaine's head. Blaine murmured his agreement and leaned his head up to meet Kurt's as he kissed the edge of Kurt's mouth. He had never been happier.