Dave was nervous to say the least. He had a habit of screwing up and saying stupid things and this was one of the many events that would be likely to cause such habits to kick in. He already had to watch himself a lot around Kurt; at many points he'd been tempted to just snog his face off. He was sure that couldn't be healthy.

Kurt had flitted around all afternoon. His father and Carole were now on their previously arranged honeymoon and Finn had been dragged away by Rachel, so he was home alone. This meant he had no one to distract him from getting ready in peace and looking as good as possible. He'd opted for hair gel to keep his hair firmly in place but leaving a smooth, natural texture. His outfit had been chosen wisely, a plain white shirt, black trousers, an indigo cardigan and a bow tie of the same colour. * It was what he and his girls often referred to as the 'hot smart guy' look.

The doorbell had rang at 6 on the dot, as they had agreed, and Kurt instantly rushed to answer it. When he opened it, he was met with a very pleasing view. Dave looked amazing. Not that Kurt didn't think he was totally dashing before, but now...

Phwoar.

His clothes fit for a start, and Kurt marvelled at how his jeans showed off his shapely legs and the curve of his ass. Kurt had to catch his breath when his eyes wandered over Dave's exposed biceps, which were hugged tightly by the short sleeved shirt, and he could see that he'd been completely off even insinuating that Dave had an ounce of chubbiness. He could see clearly that his stomach was toned from the amount of sports he did. And oh dear God, he had a leather jacket slung over his shoulder. Kurt had to keep his mouth from dropping open at the sight of this newly updated man candy.

"Dave. You look..." This would be a chance for Kurt to tell Dave one of the gazillion smart-sounding words that came to mind at that moment. "...hot." Okay, so maybe not.

Dave stood, his eyes slightly wide at the unexpected comment. "Oh. Thank you. Do I even need to tell you how amazing you look?" He smirked as he inspected Kurt's attire. Yep. Just as beautiful as normal. Kurt beamed at him, grabbing his keys, phone and wallet to shove into his pockets and walked out of the house, pulling the door shut behind him. His hands settled on the inside of Dave's elbow as they strolled together towards the car and Kurt revelled in the feeling of his arms.

The journey there was filled with comfortable conversation and a lot of singing along to Dave's iPod, which he'd hooked up to the speakers. Kurt found that he was surprised by Dave's personal taste in music. He had expected Dave to listen to the sort of music the rest of the team did, rap and songs with meaningless lyrics. If he'd have thought there'd be any decent music, he'd assumed it would be the sorts of classic rock songs that Finn often indulged in during Glee rehearsals. However, the music Dave had in his playlist was soft, many were acoustic and were from bands that Kurt hadn't heard of, but they were good.

The lyrics all had similar meanings, and Kurt wondered if Dave chose his playlists according to his mood. The songs on his current playlist were very calm and the lyrics hinted at a similar situation that Kurt felt Dave was currently in with himself at that moment in time. Kurt sang along to the songs he knew, but allowed Dave to take the lead when it came to those he wasn't familiar with, only adding a few umms and ahhs for harmony. He chuckled at Dave's husky tone, which often fit with the songs that he was singing. Kurt definitely appreciated Dave's musical taste, even though it wasn't similar to his, he didn't object to the songs being played. In fact he was glad that they were so full of emotion and were well sang.

They arrived at the cinema; it was just out of town where they wouldn't be disturbed by any one from school. He had allowed Kurt to choose the film and had been surprised by his choice.

"You really want to see Don't Look Back? You do know that it's a scary film, right?" Dave questioned as they entered the building.

"Yes, I know it's scary, but I can always not look, right? Anyway, I might have toughened up since the last horror I watched," Kurt had insisted. Dave didn't really have much of a problem with horror films, he knew they weren't real and he'd never really believed in ghosts, so he allowed Kurt to have his choice and went to buy the tickets. Kurt had looked at him with a confused expression when he Dave had turned down his offer to pay for himself.

"I asked you out, therefore I pay," Dave had told him. Although Kurt wanted to pay for himself and didn't want Dave thinking he expected it, he completely appreciated the gesture, noting how he like the romantic side of Dave,

"You spoil me!" he had exclaimed. They agreed not to buy snacks as not to spoil their dinner and Kurt had a little moan about the calorie content of cinema popcorn. Dave still insisted on buying them a drink, opting for a large diet coke between the two of them. He was glad that Kurt was comfortable with his, in fact he'd encouraged it.

They found their way into the empty cinema, seating themselves in the back row to get a good view of the screen. As various adverts flashed onto the screen, they had made small talk and discussed the variety of reviews they'd received from their friends on this film. While Dave's friends had suggested that it was nothing to be scared of (though most of them were probably lying to protect their masculinity), Kurt's friends had freely admitted that they were terrified of it. Apparently, Tina had gone with Mike and both had left clutching each other for protection.

The film began shortly and both the boys settled into their seats to prepare themselves for it. Kurt's hand rested lightly on Dave's on the arm rest between them, and he leant so they were merely brushing shoulders. It wasn't anything too close, too touchy-feely, but it was enough for both of them to enjoy.

The film in question was about a girl who inherited a house from some relative that she didn't even know she had, but the house was haunted and she found herself locked in. The point of the title, Don't Look Back', was because whenever she heard a noise and she looked back she would be issued with terrible images, such as those of dead bodies, children crying tears of blood and in particular this ghostly woman who followed her around, her eyes black and her pasty face decorated with dried blood. It was a very jumpy film, and Kurt soon found himself with his free hand covering his eyes in the milder start of the film. Soon, it got worse and he ended up burying his head into Dave's chest, who wrapped an arm around him protectively allowing the singer to lean in further. It felt good to have Kurt's head pressed against him, his hand clutching the hand which Dave had bought across the meet in the middle. Kurt was happy to get another touch of Dave's body, even if it did mean having to be scared out of his wits first.

When the film finished, Kurt looked up to meet Dave's glance. He realised how close he was to Dave and quickly removed himself, straightening his clothes out.

"Okay, I've not toughened up. At all," Kurt confessed and Dave chortled at him.

"Hmm, I guess it was alright. I was kind of focused on this scaredy cat who decided to leap into my arms to stay safe," he exaggerated, earning himself a stern look from Kurt which he couldn't tell whether it was serious or not. He managed to laugh it off anyway.

Dave lead Kurt out into the extremely bright foyer and they began towards the car park. Kurt's arm was still resting on Dave's. The footballer basically told Kurt what had happened in the film and the smaller boy smirked at him.

"Sorry I missed it. I was too busy distracting myself from it. It was surprisingly easy with you there," he laughed, leaving Dave to bite at his lip.

The jokes and chat went on as they climbed into the car. Dave drove to the location he'd previously planned, hoping that Kurt would approve. It wasn't exactly fancy, in fact it was a very popular restaurant among teens in this part of town and had a menu made up of both simple dishes and those strange salads that Kurt often ate.

As the pulled up, Kurt inspected the place, impressed by Dave's choice. He wondered how Dave knew him so well. Had he picked all this up from what Kurt said? Had he watched him at school and with his friends? Although Kurt admitted he wasn't exactly the quietest when it came to telling everyone his personal opinion.

Kurt allowed Dave to lead him inside, where they were taken to a booth and handed menus. The singer immediately skimmed the menu, finding plenty of dishes that he liked, but he settled on a Caesar salad. Dave also made his decision and they continued chatting away until their orders were taken.

"What do you want to do when you leave school, David?" Kurt asked curiously after the waitress had taken their orders and flounced off.

"Erm, I'm still not sure. I was kind of hoping to go to university and study science," Dave confessed. He wasn't shocked at Kurt's expression. He was used to the surprise people tended to express when they found out he wasn't as dumb as he looked.

"Science, huh?"

"Yeah, physics. There's quite a bit of maths based parts and I'm actually pretty good at maths." Dave paused and laughed. "Wow, I sound like a nerd."

"A nerd? I'd hardly call being good at maths nerdy. I should know, I'm in Glee club. That's like, the most nerdiest thing anybody could do at our school apparently. You should do whatever you enjoy and whatever makes you happy," Kurt reassured him.

"What about you? What have you got planned for when you leave school?"

"New York. I've been wanting to go to New York for as long as I can remember and I've got the perfect school planned. NYADA."

"NYADA?"

"Yes. New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts," Kurt explained.

"That sounds very... you," Dave laughed. "I'm sure you'd do amazing there!"

"I have to get in first David. I've seen the type of people who audition. I've heard them sing. They're really good! I'd have to be better than them. I'm not really sure I can do it."

"Are you serious? Have you heard your voice? You're really good! I can't think of anyone better than you, Kurt!" Dave exclaimed. He grimaced, wondering if he'd taken it too far, but Kurt grinned at him.

"Thanks, Dave. You really are a charmer, aren't you?" Kurt had joked.

"Well, I try my best!"

The food arrived and both of the boys dug in eagerly. Conversation touched a variety of topics. School, home life, family, football, glee and plenty more. Kurt found it so easy to talk to Dave, not because they had so much in common as such, but because he was enjoyable to talk to. He liked hearing about Dave's life and his opinions.

Kurt knew that Dave would try to pay, so once they'd finished, he excused himself saying that he was going to the bathroom. Instead, he headed over to the waitress and asked if he could pay the bill there. He rushed back over to Dave once he'd paid and stood near him.

"So, you coming?" he'd asked and Dave stared at him curiously.

"But we haven't paid yet..."

"Yes we have. I just did."

"I thought I was paying!" Dave added a childish pout at that.

"Well you paid for the film so I pay for dinner. It's fair, David."

"Fine!"

Dave stood up, mocking anger but couldn't help but smile at Kurt. They strolled out to the car park and jumped in Dave's car for him to take Kurt home. It wasn't too far for them to drive, but it seemed to go faster than it should. They both decided that it was because they were enjoying each others company so much.

The pulled up at Kurt's house and Dave got out to give Kurt his farewells. He was greeted on the other side of the car by a smiling Kurt, who closed the short gap between them and put his arms around Dave's neck. Dave swore he still wasn't used to that.

"I had an amazing night, Dave," Kurt whispered.

"And me," David confessed. He hesitated before adding, "Does this mean there could be another amazing night?"

"I guess I'll think about it," Kurt joked, before leaning up and laying a chaste kiss on Dave's lips. Dave responded by capturing Kurt's mouth in a deeper kiss, his hands finding their way to Kurt's waist. The stood for a few minutes, enjoying the taste and feel of one another, before they broke apart for air, leaning their foreheads together.

"Thank you for taking me out tonight," Kurt mumbled softly.

"My pleasure."

"So, I'll see you soon?"

"I really hope so."

Kurt removed his hands from Dave's neck and Dave mimicked, letting his hands drop to his side. "Night, David."

"Night, Kurt."

Kurt turned and walked towards the house, stopping halfway to glance back at David who was watching him with bright eyes and a broad grin. He unlocked the door and stepped into the house, waggling his fingers to Dave before he shut the door.

He'd really enjoyed his night and he hadn't realised how much he enjoyed spending his time with Dave. He definitely planned to arrange another one. But first, he had to spill his feelings to his newly founded gay best friend.

*I just thought I'd let you all know that the outfit I'm explaining here is the one in Britney/Brittany (I think it's the part where Carl comes into the choir room to do the chew thing). For some reason, I took a major liking to this outfit and thought it deserved to go on a date with Dave ;)

This is my longest chapter so far and I kind of cut it down a bit too because I went on a little. I hope you enjoy :)