So, as the third date dawns, I have a request for you guys. Somebody was asking about smut, and I'm not quite sure what to do.

I've never written smut before and I know we have some young readers - I have changed to story rating to T, but would anybody want smut? I wasn't planning on doing it but if the demand is high then obviously I will try :D Please get back to me through reviews or whatever with your views.

Also, I went ahead and created a Facebook page for You Do Or You Dalton.

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(Obviously delete the spaces because fanfiction. net is a bitch with links)

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Chapter 24 - Third

My salad leaves looked exceptionally green today. In fact, everything seemed brighter since Blaine and I had started going out. It was like our love cast a new light on the world – making things more vivid and interesting. I had spent a good five minutes staring at a leaf on a tree because the colours and the water droplets on it had been so striking. If I was going mad, then this was the best possible way to be doing it.

"So, you and Blaine are couple now?" Artem took another bite of his sandwich (beef and horseradish – some Russian thing I imagined) and looked at me questioningly. I smiled.

"Well, technically not yet. It's only after the third date that we are officially 'together'. But we are dating, yes."

"And you have rules?"

"Yes – no major PDAs, a maximum of four hours per date, and one kiss at the end of each one." I laughed at the confusion that graced his expression – the multitude of unfamiliar phrases making his eyebrows furrow. "Public Displays of Affection." I added, explaining one of them.

"Rules are silly – why you just no be together?" My eyes moved to Stefan, who was sitting next to my old roomie and also tucking into a very meaty sandwich. His growth in confidence had been astounding in just a few weeks.

"Well, it's not quite as simple as that. We made a lot of mistakes, misread a lot of feelings. We have to start from the beginning otherwise we're just going to rush and make those mistakes again. If that means making rules and sticking by them, then that's what we have to do." A brief silence descended over our table as the two Europeans slowly processed my words – their brains almost ticking like machines as they worked. I was probably going to have to remember to speak slower when making long speeches.

"Maybe I should make rules for me and Ashley…" Artem muttered, his eyes still gazing into space and I laughed.

"I think you two are pretty safe – don't worry about it."

Glancing over at the senior table (which was never normally that full due to there being sandwiches in their common room) I caught the eye of Wes and David, who immediately smiled and nudged each other. If they had quizzed Blaine as much as my friends had quizzed me, then they definitely knew everything. I wondered if they had to cope with their Head Boy gazing off into space mid conversation as much as I did – it was hard not to when he was constantly on my mind. Even now I was picturing those deep hazel eyes and sweet pink lips on mine…

"Kurt!" Abruptly I jumped too, causing Wes and David to laugh and shoot me 'smooth!' looks.

"Er, yeah?" Artem looked slightly put out that I hadn't been listening.

"You will come and see me fence on Friday?" Oh yeah, his tournament. The inter house events were starting soon – Scott had been bugging me about the football one whenever we talked about something that wasn't Blaine.

"Yeah, sure, definitely. I'll bring Blaine." I saw Stefan subtly roll his eyes but chose to ignore it. That could be a good third date…no, I had to come up with something better than that. Think Kurt, think… Stabbing my fork back into my salad I left the dinning hall behind and let my thoughts drift off again.

Later on that evening I sat in my room staring at my computer screen. I had a history paper due for next week but was struggling for inspiration. Wade and Steven were working together on something about the Trojans, and I had been thinking of doing something equally Grecian, but it was hard to delve my mind back into the past when all I could think of was the future. How was it going to feel when Blaine and I were finally together? Would it be any different? Obviously we could be more public (the thought of which both thrilled and scared the living daylights out of me) but would the feelings change? I couldn't imagine them getting any more intense than they had been, but you never knew. Maybe Blaine was holding something back, waiting for the right time. I shivered to think how awesome that would be if it were true.

As I gazed into space yet again my phone suddenly began to buzz. A hand shot out instinctively and brought it up to my face, my expression faltering slightly when I saw it wasn't Blaine, but pulling back together and smiling when I read the name Mercedes.

"Helloooo!" I said happily into the speaker once I'd pressed accept.

"Kurt!" The surprise in her voice confused me – I wondered if she'd been trying to contact me earlier.

"Wassup?" Oh dear Westwood – love was turning me into a gangster.

"Nothing much, I just wanted to chat. How are things with you and Blaine?" It was at that point I remembered why I valued her so highly as a friend.

"Blaine and I are…great." I tried to put nonchalance in my voice, but cracked seconds later. "Oh my Gaga it is just perfect he's perfect I am the happiest guy alive!" The laughter down the phone was all I needed.

"I gather it's going well then. What did you do for date two?"

"Sound of Music showing." Once again sounds of approval travelled up the line. "Even though it was supposed to be my date."

"But Kurt, you can't fault him for that! You love the Sound of Music!"

"I know. That's what makes it so annoying. I couldn't even be mad at him." I shook my head even though she couldn't see and Mercedes chuckled.

"What else did you do?"

"Well, after the film I kind of didn't want to go back to Wilde just yet, so we went for a walk in the grounds."

"Ooh, how romantic!"

"I guess if kind of was. Found out Blaine wanted to be a football player when he was younger."

"A football player?"

"I know!" I exclaimed, glad somebody else had the same reaction I did.

"That's weird. But him in pads…" Dear Marc Jacobs how were we so alike?

"EXACTLY. Then we went back to Wilde and…" I paused for effect, laughing at the impatient noise Mercedes made.

"Well?"

"He's still an amazing kisser." The squeal down the phone was so loud I moved the speaker away from my ear. Even though I was struggling not to squeal myself.

"Ergh Kurt, I am so jealous. I barely get to see Scott at all." The sudden sadness in her voice made me stop.

"You talk all the time though?"

"Yeah, but it's not the same you know? I miss him."

"Aww. I know he misses you too. You should do another surprise attack on Dalton, come see him."

"Believe me, I want to. But Shuester has already got us brainstorming for Regionals. I barely have time to think anymore." For a second I felt a pang of sadness – the Warblers were beginning to conjugate ideas, but we hadn't started putting together a set list just yet. I missed the image of Mr Shue desperately trying to sell a new Journey song, or some romantic ballad nobody had ever heard of.

"Sounds like fun." Glancing back at my computer screen I saw I had a new instant message from Scott.

Kurtenbert, do you have the answers to that Trig homework we were set? I'm so bored of it already.

Smiling I typed out a response as Mercedes began telling me about something Rachel had said at one of the practices.

I think the point of homework is that you're supposed to do it yourself.

But where's the fun in that? Pleeeease Kurt.

No.

You suck.

"Kurt? Why is that funny?" I suddenly realised I'd laughed in the middle of our conversation, my mouth stretching out into an 'oops'

"Sorry, Scott is instant messaging me about Trig, he wants the answers."

"Scott? Is he there?" The hope in her voice was adorable.

"Sadly no, I am being abused over the internet."

Mercedes says hi

I typed into the message box, clicking send and counting the number of seconds before a reply popped up.

Mercedes? Is she here?

No, on the phone.

Jeez. Did these two ever just talk to each other? I felt like their own carrier pigeon.

"I have alerted him of your presence. All hell has broken loose." Another laugh carried through the phone and I smiled. I suppose I could forgive their idiocy when they were so darn cute. Although I could probably put up with just about anything when I had Blaine to think about during it. Ah, Blaine…

"Oh, crap, Mum is calling me from downstairs, Total Wipeout must be on. Can I love you and leave you?" Mercedes suddenly said, half in sadness and half in excitement over the thought of watching stupid Americans fall off big rotating obstacles. I chuckled.

"Of course. I'm happy to be usurped for a TV show."

"Hey! It's not like that! I can miss it if you want."

"No, no, it's fine. I have a history paper to do anyway."

"Okies. Love you!"

"Love you too." I hung up and let the phone drop down with a clunk onto my desk.

She's gone now.

Mercedes?

Yeah.

Still not giving me those Trig answers?

No.

Scott signed off, in what I assumed was a protest, and I laughed, leaning back into my chair. Ergh, this stupid paper. We were living in a world where cars could park themselves and people in wheelchairs could walk – surely somebody must have created a robot that did your work for you by now? Alas, there was still no such thing, or the people at Dalton were extremely stingy. Looking once again at my computer screen my eyes caught one of the many pictures that made up my desktop background, a picture that was also stuck onto my wall with the rest of the written on photos.

Screw work. I had an idea.

When Blaine opened his door, I was pleased to see he looked surprised, but happy.

"Kurt." He said warmly, a large smile spreading across his face. "What a nice surprise. Wait – is something wrong?" Suddenly his face darkened with worry, a hand reaching out to grab my arm protectively. I laughed.

"Oh Blaine, surely if I had a problem I would go to my Head Boy, not the guy that I'm dating."

"Oh, yeah, of course…" He looked at the floor, embarrassed and I moved my fingers up to stroke his hand, eventually making him look up and smile again.

"So, what brings you here then?"

"Um…Warbler stuff." Shoot. I'd almost blown my cover. Luckily Blaine didn't seem to notice and he let me into the room with no other questions. I still couldn't quite believe how huge his bedroom actually was – I could have performed the whole Single Ladies routine in here with Tina and Brittany with room to spare. Blaine went over to his bed to fish out some papers and I sat down on the sofa. A sofa that already held many memories, some good and some bad.

"You wont believe all the paperwork I have to do as a Head Boy." He said, walking back over and plonking himself closely beside me, the brushing of our arms together making me smile. "Look." He held up a piece of paper with the Dalton crest and a formal looking title and I gazed blankly at it, wondering if I was supposed to be able to understand. "The rules and regulations for the inter house competitions." Luckily I didn't have to ask. "Xavier keeps trying to bring in new clauses and we have to sign and date the papers every time." At the mention of the Darwin Head Boy my eyes rolled.

"Ergh, Xavier. You're not actually friends with him are you?" Blaine looked at me.

"No, not really. Are you still mad about him rejecting your Sectionals idea?" I blushed.

"No…but look," craning over to take another glance at the sheet I read out the first clause I could see, "All competitor's meals must be monitored the day before participation – what the hell is up with that?"

"Well, when you have more mathletes than athletes in your house, you try and bend the rules as much as possible." He smiled and I was forced to smile back.

"I still think he's an idiot…" Folding my arms in a sulk as I muttered, I nestled into Blaine's side and felt him sigh, dropping the sheet onto his lap and bringing his hand up to stroke my hair.

"So, what did you want my help with again?"

"History paper." I murmured into his shoulder, closing my eyes as I breathed in his wonderful scent.

"I thought it was Warbler stuff?" Damn. Immediately my eyes flashed open and my head jerked up. Blaine laughed and my face turned beetroot.

"Um…yeah…it was." I mumbled, but to no effect. I was busted.

"Why exactly did you come over Kurt?" He asked with a devilish smile.

"Oh, ok, fine – I came over to spend more time with you but it totally worked because here we are now cuddling." As if to emphasise my point I dug my face back into Blaine's shoulder and pulled the other of his arms around my waist. A deep chuckle echoed around the room and I felt a hand prise my face back upwards.

"Yes, it seems it did work."

"I do actually have a history paper due though. And you could probably help me with Warbler stuff too."

"I think cuddling's fine for now." Letting another gorgeous smile spread across his face Blaine ran his fingers across my cheek and I sighed with pleasure.

We spent a good half hour or so on the sofa, just talking. Blaine explained more of his Head Boy duties to me and I decided I was more than happy with my medium workload of history papers and surprise trig tests. The feeling of our bodies together was so natural I wondered why we hadn't thought of doing it before, and staying like that forever. It was perfect.

"Oh God, Kurt." Blaine's voice broke me from the dream-like daze I'd fallen into and I glanced sleepily up to his face.

"What?"

"Look at the time." Moving to look at the digital clock by his bed, my heart lurched when I saw it read 8:45pm

"If you really do have a history paper then I suggest you get back and do it." At the mention of leaving I immediately groaned, digging my head back into warm body and curling up into a ball.

"No. Don't make me leave…" I protested. Blaine laughed.

"Come on Kurt." Hands moved to prise me away and I made an attempt to fight back, losing until a sudden surge made me fall forwards so our noses bumped together.

"Hmm." I said happily, my face hovering inches from Blaine's. I saw him briefly ponder the thought, but sadly pull away, bringing me to my feet.

"Time for bye bye." Grumbling, I brushed down my blazer and sorted out my hair, beginning to move towards the door before I was suddenly hit with inspiration.

"Hey," I began, spinning around so Blaine was almost knocked over, "does this count as our third date?"

"Of course not." He replied incredulously, picking up cushions and rearranging them on the sofa. "You have to organise the third date."

"If this is a date then we get to kiss at the end." Instantly Blaine jerked upright. Before I could blink he was in front of me again.

"This is definitely, definitely a date." He said hurriedly, taking hold of my hands. "A very good date. But sadly one that is now most definitely over." I laughed, but Blaine was too eager, pulling me in before I'd even finished. I have to say the feeling was one I would be repeating. The kiss was still urgent, but this time seemed to hold a lot more tenderness. Blaine's hands immediately went to twine in my hair, but they held me gently and his tongue moved slowly across my teeth. I concentrated on his back, running my hands up and down in time with our rhythm so we both murmured in approval. The incredible want was still there, but for once I felt no need to push it further, revelling in the kiss until it slowly and sadly drew to a close.

"Er, wow." Blaine said breathlessly when our lips finally parted. Wow indeed.

"Does this mean we're finally together now?" I asked, hope colouring my tone. He smiled.

"It does. You are now officially my boyfriend, boyfriend."

"Boyfriend." I said, trying to get used to the word. "I think I like that."

"Me too, boyfriend."

"Boyfriend."

"Boyfriend."

"Boyfriend." Chuckling, I pulled Blaine in for another kiss. He didn't relent.