Guys. I know it's been a while since the last chapter (well, a while compared to normal, most of you probably haven't noticed :D)

I would put this down to my major workload, but to be honest the realisation that KLAINE IS NOW OFFICIALLY CANON has had me reeling for days.

Finally our fanfiction actually means something!

Ryan Murphy on March 15th - this is dedicated to you

Chapter 23 - Second

"I thought I was supposed to be in charge of this date." The sound of burbled chatter was all around us, the lights dim and the smell of popcorn clogging up my nostrils. Blaine looked at me guiltily from his position in the queue beside me.

"Um…sorry?" We shuffled forward a few more steps and I laughed. I'd been frantically trying to think of date ideas that could possibly match the wonder that was yesterday, only to be rung up the next morning and told it was all under control. The cinema – it wasn't exactly complex. I could easily have planned it. When we reached the front of the queue I looked up at the showing times board and a small smile graced my face. Ok, so it was Sound of Music night. I suppose that had required a little thought.

"Two tickets to the 6:45 showing please." Blaine said cheerfully. I was guessing he thought there was no need to state the film – we were, after all, two guys going to the cinema together, and he was wearing a 'so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen goodbye' t-shirt. A t-shirt with braces and a blazer and possibly the most perfect skinny jeans in the world. Who knew under that dapper uniformed exterior lived a fashion genius? Well, a genius for my libido anyway.

"That'll be $15 please." The rather gawky looking cashier stared at us expectantly and I began fishing around in my jeans pocket for a note. Before my hand had even resurfaced however, Blaine whipped out his wallet and set the cash on the table.

"Hey! I have to pay!"

"Don't be silly Kurt, I'm paying."

"No! I have to!" My voice was a little louder than expected, but I was annoyed. The cashier looked uncertain as to whether to take the money, his hand hovering over it nervously, but Blaine nodded his head briskly and it was snatched away.

"Kurt." I couldn't tell whether his tone was diffusing or condescending – as he was handed our tickets I stalked off in front of him, my eyes staring down at the floor.

"Hey! Kurt!" Quickly I heard Blaine's pace speed up and he wound his arm round my waist to try and get me to stop. Despite how amazingly good it felt, I kept my head down.

"Kurt, I'm sorry, what's wrong?" I thought about keeping my sulk up a little longer, but knew it would kill him so slowly looked back up.

"You can't keep paying for things Blaine. It's not fair." A small laugh graced the Head Boy's lips, but was quickly diffused.

"Of course it's fair. I organise the date – I pay. It's not as if I don't have the money."

"Yes, I know, but that's not the point. We're supposed to be equal." At this he stopped.

"You don't think we're equal?"

"Well, no. In fact…I kind of feel like you're the boy and I'm the girl." I paused, wondering if I'd said too much. Blaine pondered.

"Technically I'm more like the girl cause I'm shorter than you." He said with a smile.

"But I can hit higher notes."

"I cried at Titanic."

"Me too." We both looked at each other, grinned and laughed simultaneously.

"Let's just say that we're both the girls. But I'm the girl that pays on this date." I scowled but let Blaine slip his arm through mine and take us off towards the food counter.

"I'll let you buy me some popcorn if you want."

"Salty or sweet?"

"Oh, sweet baby, definitely sweet."

When we reached the screen I saw we were not the only Sound of Music fans. In fact, there seemed to be a large number of couples also using the showing as an excuse for a date. Walking past a large family who were dressed up as the Von Trapps I chuckled.

"Well this is just adorable."

"Yeah, but no crazy making out in the back row for us." Blaine replied. He pretended to look disappointed and I gave him a light shove.

"Shut up. That's not part of the rules anyway."

"Damn those rules." I laughed again at his muttering but felt my heart flutter at the thought of Blaine actually wanting to make out with me.

Reaching our row Blaine held out his arm to let me go first and I scooted down to our seats, checking my ticket and the seat number to make sure we had the right ones. Sitting down I looked up to see him balancing the huge box of popcorn and drinks that I had purchased (funny how he'd been the one that had ended up carrying them. I guessed I could cope with him being the man of the relationship in that situation) and edging himself onto his seat. I laughed, taking the popcorn from him and wedging it between us. My hand reached out to take a scoopful, but Blaine coughed.

"Um, excuse me, the popcorn doesn't go there." I looked up.

"Hmm?"

"It doesn't go there."

"Where does it go then?" Without saying anything he picked up the box and placed it down on the floor in front of us, I glanced back in confusion.

"If it's in the middle of us there's no space for this." Again without speaking Blaine sat down, pushed up the seat dividing arm rest and pulled me towards him, the movement surprising me so I fell forward into his chest.

"Um, whaaa…?" It took me a while to figure out what we were doing, until I felt an arm wrap round me and realised we were cuddling.

"We are allowed to cuddle aren't we? That fits with the rules." I blushed.

"Um, yeah, I suppose." When you thought about it, we had done this kind of thing before. Reaching forward to grab some popcorn Blaine brought the box up to rest beside his hip, holding out a few pieces to me, which I gratefully popped into my mouth. Definitely the best ever trip to a cinema already.

The film started, but I was finding it very hard to concentrate. Apart from our heated contact yesterday I hadn't been this close to Blaine in weeks. The feeling of his warm body against mine, as well as the gorgeous musky smell of coffee and sandalwood and the sound of his even breathing – well it was driving me insane. To make matters worse every so often his hand would trail along my arm or move to caress my fingers gently, meaning I repeatedly had to grit my teeth. The contrast of the nuns on screen and the horrendously un-holy thoughts running through my mind was almost funny – I didn't know how Blaine was putting up with it. Unless he knew and was just teasing me.

Towards the final scenes I decided to abandon Maria and the Von Trapps altogether, letting my mind drift off to think about dates I could plan for Blaine and I. Things were obviously going well, so I figured there were definitely going to be more of them. Once we reached the third date we were officially a couple, which meant no more rules and, gulp, no more constraints on kissing. So, what would make a good third date…?

"Kurt?" Suddenly I felt a whispering in my ear, I was jolted out of my thoughts to hear Blaine.

"What?"

"That Von Trapp child looks like a blonde Nathanial." Gazing back at the screen I saw that yes, the smaller and blonder reincarnation of my friend was now dancing across the screen in frightening clothes. A small laugh escaped from my lips, but the feeling of Blaine's breath against my face had sent yet more shivers through me and I clenched my fist to avoid them becoming too noticeable.

Eventually the final credits rolled and we both sat up, disappointment running through me as I was released from the warm body contact and into the cold clear air.

"Well, that was great." Blaine said cheerfully. He reached his arms up to stretch, practically displaying his whole upper torso right in front of me so I had to stop my eyes from widening. "Did you like it?"

"Um, yeah, of course." I replied nervously, not quite sure what I was referring to. Standing up he brushed the remaining popcorn kernels off him and picked up his jacket, his other hand slipping into mine once more.

"You ready to head?"

Pulling up into Dalton again I felt the same swarm of butterflies descend once more. Was it going to be like this every time?

"Kurt?" A glance to my right saw Blaine looking at me with a concerned expression – obviously my nerves were showing. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah." I replied nervously, causing his eyebrows to furrow in the most gorgeous way possible. "Can we go for a walk? I don't want to go back just yet." The expression softened.

"Yeah, sure." My car door was opened for me again and hand in hand we walked off towards the main grounds.

The evening air was crisp – it was nice to be able to cuddle up to Blaine and know he was enjoying the contact as much as I was. Our footsteps crunched on the gravel path and echoed around happily. Nobody else was around – we were the only two people there.

"So…" Blaine began, a smile encroaching on his flawless face. His fingers had interlocked with mine again and were rubbing gentle circles on my knuckles. "What do you want to talk about?" The question made me ponder. What did I want to talk about?

"I dunno." If truth be told, I was enjoying the silence. Just having Blaine there was enough. "Tell me more about yourself." Immediately I regretted the statement. Blaine's free hand smacked up to his forehead and I cringed.

"Ergh, Kurt!"

"Sorry!" What a complete faux pas.

"I thought we were better than that. Plus I'm pretty sure we've already talked about everything worth knowing about me."

"I know, I'm such an idiot, oh Gaga…" I looked at the ground in embarrassment and Blaine chuckled, stopping us and bringing his hand under my chin so he looked into my eyes.

"But, what did you have in mind?"

"Um…" Those hazel pools were confusing me again, my thoughts spiralling off into the scenarios I'd imagined during the film. "What about your childhood? You haven't told me much about that." Blaine smiled, his head nodding slowly in approval. My chin was released and we began to walk side by side again.

"That is true. Go ahead, ask away."

"Well…what did you want to be when you were little?" Another laugh echoed round the grounds.

"You really want to know?"

"Of course."

"A football player." My eyes widened and subconsciously I took a step back. Blaine laughed and my face coloured I embarrassment.

"I know, right? That was back when I was trying to be straight."

"Blaine, a football player. You learn something new every day..." My disapproval was completely faked – actually the thought of Blaine in full football gear was…well it was very nice.

"Well that dream died many years ago, when I realised I fancied the players more than I aspired to be them." I snorted and he smiled, squeezing my hand. "From that point on it was Broadway or no way. What about you?"

"Me? Well, I suppose the bright lights have always been appealing – but I enjoy giving people makeovers way too much to let that talent slip."

"A fashion stylist eh? Maybe you can design the costumes for my plays." I laughed again. Blaine looked confused.

"Oh Blaine. Isn't that a little kindergarten? We're going to live together and still watch the same TV programmes and have dogs – it's going to be the best fun ever!" He shrugged.

"You never know, it could happen." I felt pressure on my fingers and suddenly realised he was being serious. Colour graced my cheeks and I buried my face in his shoulder to hide it.

Walking down the corridor to Wilde I was faced with a huge dilemma. Did I move slowly to prolong my time with Blaine, or speed up to get to the kiss? My erratic change of pace was beginning to confuse the Wordsworthian, so I eventually settled for normal. When we reached my door Blaine lifted our interlocked hands in the air and spun me around like we were dancing. Upon stopping I bumped into his chest and he smiled, kissing me lightly on the tip of my nose.

"Hey!" I scolded, giving him a light tap. "That's not allowed."

"Sorry." The smile widened and I couldn't resist bringing my arms up to twine around his neck. "So, did you enjoy our second date?" Blaine's arms were now round my waist, pulling us in closer so we could feel each other's breath.

"Of course. It was perfect. But I want full control of the third."

"Oh, don't worry – I hand over full control. You can do whatever you want."

"Thank you." My fingers had begun to stroke the hair on the back of his neck and he titled his head to the side, positively purring.

"So is this one over now?"

"I think so." Without another pause for breath our lips met and we both exhaled deeply again. If it felt this good kissing Blaine every time I didn't know how I was going to be able to stop. As our tongues duelled my grip on his neck became fiercer, fingernails digging into the skin, and the groan that escaped made my whole body shiver. Slow Kurt, slow… Oh how could I be slow when I had all of this? I went to pull Blaine towards the door but he sensed the change and broke away, both of us gasping as our lips parted.

"Blaine" I whined, making him pant harder.

"How do you do that?" He asked incredulously.

"How do I do that? How do you do that?" We looked at each other for a couple of seconds before laughing.

"Third date here we come."