Hiya guys! I didn't get that much feed back from the last chapter, and I guess I can understand that because it wasn't very Klaine heavy. Well I hope that I make you happier by posting this, the "first date" as it were between our twenty somethings Klaine.

Love them...I know you do too! Thanks for following guys, reviews make me smile and motivated to write more.

Please Read***** - When Blaine starts to play the piano look up Bear McCreary : "Elegy", from Battlestar Galactica, chose the piano version only, and listen to it when reading that part. It was my inspiration for that scene. Trust me. I will leave a (**) in the paragraph where you should listen to it. Thanks :D

I own nothing, not that that really surprises me...my birthday wish hasn't come true yet...I don't own Glee or these guys. :(

Bittersweet Symphony

(BPOV)

Thank god for Nick! That crazy bumbling ex-warbler was my life saver today.

I hated going grocery shopping for myself. It wasn't like I was your atypical male that only had saltines and beer in the house and lived off of take out, but I merely got frustrated at the grocery store. Everyone was so ignorant and pushed by you all the time and I spent most of my time irritated that people never so much as excused themselves, well they might have but I couldn't fucking hear them.

Okay, so maybe I was ranting internally about frustrations past because today was much different, I had my guardian mate with me. After hearing about my 'date' with Kurt tonight, Nick decided it was a fabulous idea to help me out. He had pointed out my cluelessness on various occasions and this was no exception. He offered to be my hearing ear dog, which I didn't find at all that funny then, so he could help me pick out the various things I needed to make dinner for Kurt and myself.

I hadn't actually had a real date in years now and it would be the first time that I had brought anyone back to my apartment so soon, but I felt at ease with Kurt. Nick guided me through the finer points of the meal decision and grocery shopping, and basically just boosted my confidence that this was going to be a great night.

I was originally going to make my famous Mediterranean chicken ziti but Nick made a very good point that I wouldn't have thought of on my own. Was Kurt a vegetarian? I actually hadn't thought about it before then. I had only just met him and I had never seen him eat. Nick said it might be foolish to assume that someone as obviously health conscious as a trained singer, who was as thin as he was, might actually refuse to eat meat.

Of course Nick giggled after this epiphany because of course he liked meat...he was going on a date with me after all! Oh ha ha ha very funny Duval.

So the decision and the ingredients were made and bought for an epic vegetarian lasagna, the recipe was actually Jeff's nana's, so I got to be let in on the Sterling family secret of awesome vegetarian dishes for this one night only.

I swear Nick and Jeff were fated right from the start if their goofy antics and love of food was any indication.

The rest of the afternoon, once we got all the ingredients needed, including a complimentary wine, we spent in quiet preparation.

Nick emailed me the recipe so I would have it on my phone and took his leave. He of course was expected to mingle with a few recording artists and take in a performance in Soho tonight. Saturdays were always his biggest "publicity night" and since his label was being rapidly recognized he rarely missed an event where he showed up in person. Charisma and a business like attitude, that was Nick in a nut shell.

After the promises of a reunion in lesser amounts of time, Nick left me to my devices. I was a confident cook and once I prepped all the ingredients, the recipe itself was fairly simple. I preheated the oven and looked around my apartment. Everything was in order already, and I swear it looked like I barely lived there. The only mess was scattered around my piano and of course my bedroom, but no one would really look in there anyway.

I stopped myself and thought...well maybe a little tidy up in the bedroom would be a good idea, you know in case Kurt wanted the full tour at some point. I rationalized that in such a way that I didn't feel like to big of a perv for thinking that I would get lucky at any point on this date.

No...this was a date, not a hook up Blaine, you don't want to screw this up!

I ran around for the better part of an hour cleaning up the apartment and opening the windows a little more to air out the house before noting that it was about 530 and I had an hour or so before Kurt would be getting there. I decided that a shower was in order and before I went in I checked my phone to see a message from Kurt that came in about a half hour ago.

I hope we're still on for tonight. Just got back in from seeing my brother. Gonna change and come over if that's okay? See you about 6:30 – 7? xx – K

I mentally kicked myself for not feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket earlier.

Sorry didn't feel the text come through. Of course that's okay...you are expected after all. Made an awesome dinner, I hope you're ready for it ;) Text me when you're leaving. xx- B

I stripped off my shirt and grabbed what I thought would be an appropriate outfit for the evening, a short sleeve black button down and a tighter fitting khaki...Hey I could flaunt a little, I was in great shape after all. Then my phone buzzed again as I continued to strip out the remainder of my clothes.

Hey, good I was beginning to worry that you changed your mind ;). trying to figure out what to wear then I will be leaving, once I'm actually dressed. xx- K

How Kurt and I had become used to leaving messages with 'xx' at the end already was a new development that I was so happy with but confused at its meaning so early.

You'll look amazing in anything Kurt. Can't wait to see you ;) xx- B

That didn't sound to eager right? Well I left my phone where it was and proceeded with a very happy grin into the shower to clean up before Kurt got there.

Once I was out and dressed, my hair a slightly damp arrangement of curls lightly tamed with only my leave in conditioner, I was met with a very brisk chill in my apartment. My curtains were flapping about as the I saw the weather outside had turned very dark, very quickly. The snow from earlier had warmed up to rain but had also picked up, and it was now raining profusely tainted with the odd flash of lightning.

I closed the window and grabbed my phone, seeing the angry sky outside made me worry about how Kurt was going to get here.

Hey the weather has turned ugly, are you gonna make it here okay? xx- B

I only waited for a minute before a reply came through.

I was just going to text you, just getting into a cab now. If I don't drown and the traffic isn't too ridiculous I should be there in about 15 minutes. Don't worry I wouldn't bail on you...not with the promise of some epic food...I will be judging you ya know? ;) xx – K

Bring it Kurt. I have every faith in my cooking skills. Be safe pls and see you soon. Buzzer is #2829 xx – B

:-p kk xx- K

Since I knew now that he was okay and in a cab on his way, I placed the food in the oven and waited. I was nervous, like really nervous all of a sudden. This was a big thing for me to do...let someone into my life this quickly without so much as a real date and he was already over at my house. He wasn't even my boyfriend...well at least I didn't think he was yet anyway.

So instead of pacing a hole in my carpet I settled down at the one spot that I could think at...my piano. My guitar and violin laid to rest in the other room and I only ever really played them when I was feeling inspired, and up until last night, I hadn't felt inspired about much as of late.

As I settled down the same musical riff played through my head that had been haunting me all night.

Last night once I left Kurt and ambled home with a skip in my step, I immediately had an idea pop into my head; Kurt's eyes. They were a hunting shade of cerulean and teal with undertones of gold and grey flecks. I had gotten lost in those eyes and they inspired me to compose somehow. Nick was my muse, always had been, but since the change in my hearing I hadn't found that insane music creativity vibe that I once had in high school or college, that was until last night.

I used musical expression all the time to explain to my students what it was like to emotionally connect to your audience through music, and this small concerto that I had jotted down last night was my homage to Kurt's eyes. Soft yet strong. Haunted yet full of so much life that I could drown in them a happy man.

Even as I thought about them I began to play subconsciously. Lost in the memory of his eyes, the ones who's mystery I would get to see and discover very soon, I never felt more right about a vision in my life. It was like I was looking for him forever, and we had only just met. Two lives running parallel and never in between shall meet...until one apparently fateful night in November when we did.

Blink Blink Blink

The door alert may have gone off for a while because I had subconsciously closed my eyes when I was playing, obeying the music mostly by feel and faint sound. I gulped nervously as I got up off the floor and smoothed down my pants and hair before opening up the door a crack.

I almost let the door handle go when I saw him, he took away all motor function and breathing ability for a second. I opened the door and there he was...Kurt Hummel in all his glory, a little damp but smiling a winning smile nonetheless.

"I was wondering if I was going to have to break in soon, I was becoming very familiar with the pattern of your hallway carpet. Can I come in Blaine?"

He spoke clearly and I could faintly hear everything he said as he all but purred my name, and it made me gulp down thickly, as I gestured him inside.

"Please do, just hang your coat up there."

Kurt sauntered in a little cautiously, setting down his messenger bag which I noted to be Prada, yup I was gay, as he unbuttoned and unbuckled (?) his rather extravagant coat.

"Burberry?" I asked. His eyes shot up in surprise but he smiled warmly

" Points for you Blaine. It's actually a 20th anniversary edition Burberry Brit Leather trench. I had it modded by my friend Mercedes to include some more extravagant buckles. I think it makes it original."

I moved so I was no longer facing him or reading his lips, but moved behind him and took the coat from his shoulders once he had it unbuckled.

"Thank you."

"Well just like your coat Kurt, you are one of a kind it seems...wow." I had attempted to hang up the coat but almost let it fall to the floor in shock. Kurt looked fabulous. He had on a very, very, tight hunter green v neck sweater that I swore was cashmere, and some of the most sinfully tight jeans on that I had ever seen.

He turned around to look at me, his smile devilish, and I was never so glad that he turned around, because me staring at his ass that intently had to be illegal in some states.

"You look...wow Kurt."

"Eloquent Blaine...but I will definitely take that as a compliment. Besides..." he looked me up and down but not in a creepy way, more like an affectionate and warm gaze.

"You look pretty good yourself. I love your hair like that, it's more free.." As he said this he reached out and ran a hand through my curls without so much as a second thought. I sighed and closed my eyes, not shunning from the contact because it felt so natural and soothing that I couldn't stop it before it happened. After he did it he immediately blushed and withdrew his hand.

"Sorry."

"It's perfectly fine Kurt, it felt nice anyways, but change of topic okay? No awkward gestures or gawking at designer outfits alright? You want a drink?"

Kurt sighed and smiled, obviously thankful for the change in pace, " I would love one thank you, what do you have? I can get it myself though."

"Nonsense. I asked you here, I can get the drinks. We're having white wine with dinner so you can have a glass of that or I can make a cocktail if you like." I stood at my mini wine fridge and waited for his answer which came out silkily as he grabbed his messenger bag off the floor.

"The wine is perfect, thanks."

As I busied myself with getting the plates ready for dinner, checking the timer, and getting two glasses of wine ready, Kurt seated himself comfortably on the sofa with his paperwork in front of him. After noting that I still had half an hour on the vegetarian lasagna I grabbed both of our glasses and seated myself on the cushion beside him. When I handed him the glass I noticed something right off the bat that had me take a sharp inhale of breath. Kurt was wearing glasses, and he looked positively stunning in them. I mean I wore glasses but I looked like an old man in them, he looked...well there weren't words to describe it really, no coherent ones anyway.

"H-here you go Kurt." I cleared my throat before I spoke and that caused him to look up with a smile from his papers.

"Thanks. I only have 4 more to grade. I started in the cab ride over here, I didn't want to spend the whole evening buried in my work after all...mmmm this is lovely, Clos Pegase?"

"Wow impressive, you have a wine palate I see... yes 2009 sauvignon blanc actually. Don't look at me, my friend Nick picked it out."

"Well tell your friend he has good taste, is he single?"

"Hey! None of that Hummel!"

And there was Kurt's laugh again. It was almost crystal clear in my ear at this point and I was committing every giggle to memory at this point.

"Oh you're no fun Anderson." Even though he lowered his head I could just make out what he said and I didn't want to embarrass him by making him repeat himself.

We sat in contented silence for a bit, shooting each other smiling glances full of nerves and anticipation over our wines glasses. Kurt was finishing up his paperwork as I idly moved over to the piano on the floor.

After a few minutes Kurt shoved the remaining papers in his bag, taking off his glasses and putting them away much to my dismay, and looked at me sitting like a child on the floor scribbling notes on my worksheets frantically.

"What are you working on?"

The conversation was as if we had been talking for years. No talks of where we came from yet, or what each other liked as was customary on a first date, but it was as if we were meeting again, long time friends, and continuing where we left off.

"Believe it or not a symphony most of the time, currently I can't get this concerto out of my head though."

"You're writing a symphony? That's amazing, how is it coming?"

"That's the thing...it's not. The concerto on the other hand I was thinking of using in a movement in said symphony and I think it's almost complete. I haven't been able to stop writing it since yesterday."

Kurt put his wine down and curled into the sofa, drawing his legs up into him.

"That's good though right? Why the sudden inspiration?"

I dropped my pencil and paper and looked at him sweetly, trying to convey everything that I wanted to say in one sentence, so that he could understand and not get scared off.

"Sometimes Kurt,... inspiration comes from the most unexpected of circumstances."

Kurt seemed to get the hint and blushed again. I was going to make it my mission in life to get that man to blush as adorably as he was right now, whenever I could.

I put down the work sheets fully, stood and stretched, barely noticing that Kurt was watching me intently as I flexed, maybe a little more for his benefit than I would have admitted.

"Come on, I'll give you the tour, it's not much but it's home, besides we have another 10 minutes until dinner's done." I offered my hand to him which he took without question. His hands we so soft and warm, and undoubtedly masculine, but they seem to fit into mine perfectly, like a puzzle piece or something.

"Is this okay?" I asked gesturing to our linked hands as I helped him off the sofa.

"Hmmm yep, it's kind of nice actually."

I smiled again, actually I hadn't stopped smiling since he came in the door, as I pulled him along and showed him the apartment. The washroom, the spare room which had turned into my instrument storage heaven, and then my bedroom which I jokingly said was where this old man slept. Kurt asked questions about all the pictures on my walls, especially about the one of Nick, Jeff, Thad, Wes, David and I in our Dalton uniforms right before spring break 2012.

"You went to Dalton?" He asked.

"Yeah...wait you know Dalton?"

"Yes my family's from Lima, not too far from Westerville, I went to McKinley High in Lima, we competed against your school's Glee club a couple times."

"Oh my god you were in the New Directions?"

"So you remember of our little group of misfits ?"

"Yeah...I was kind of the lead singer in the Warblers since my sophomore year, and I remember you guys really well."

"No way... I knew you looked familiar from somewhere! You had an ungodly obsession with Pink and Katy Perry if my mind isn't betraying me?"

I just giggled and dropped my head.

"Guilty, you guys were really good, altough I can't remember seeing you showcased that much. We never beat you, only tied you once, when we went to Regionals together I think that year, you kind of kicked our asses when you wrote original songs."

Kurt laughed at me and only grasped my hand tighter.

"I wasn't exactly...centre stage showchoir material according to my director then, and we may have beat you guys Blaine but you had an amazing voice, you're really talented."

"So are you Kurt."

That's when there was a particularly bright flash of light and a thunderous boom outside. Kurt jumped suddenly beside me, and instinctively I wrapped my arm around him protectively.

I looked at him now, much closer than before, and I found myself drowning in his eyes again which seemed to be a common thing now. We were so close that I could see the gold flecks in his eyes in detail. It was such an intimate position and I was drawn to him in a way that I couldn't quite explain. His breath mingled with mine and I could feel his heart beat quicken against my own chest.

Ding!

Oh my god I was cock blocked by my own obscenely loud dinner timer? I bought it because I could actually hear it, but shit that was the worst timing ever!

Kurt flushed again but no more than me as I released him from the tight hold I had on him. We broke apart awkwardly as I rubbed the back of my neck nervously and tried to change the topic and the awkward moment we were finding ourselves in.

"You hungry?"

"Starving. Shall we go?"

I nodded and we walked back into the main room where I gestured for him to have a seat while I plated the food. When I got back to the couch he was seated cross legged and looked eagerly and smelling the air exaggeratedly.

"Hope you're hungry. I made vegetarian lasagna, I hope that's okay."

"It sounds perfect Blaine. Are you a vegetarian?"

"No I thought you might be, and well I didn't want to have the first meal I made for us be a complete failure."

Kurt laughed and took his plate onto his lap.

"I'm not a complete vegetarian, I just watch what I eat and this looks fantastic. But...already planning future dinner dates I see Blaine, a little presumptuous don't you think?" I had to read that really quickly because despite the flirty and coy expression on his face he must have said it really fast.

"I am nothing if not an optimist around you Kurt, it seems to be a trend. I would hope that so far you aren't against having dinner with me again?"

I sat down mirroring his pose so that we were completely facing one another, plates on our laps, and wines on the coffee table.

"I would say that I am currently not opposed." He winked and my heart melted.

"Dig in."

"Blaine this smells amazing." He raised a small portion to his mouth and I just watched him eat for a second. I didn't need to hear the appreciative noises that came out of his mouth because his face said it all. His eyes rolled comically as he licked his lips.

"Blaine, this is fucking amazing you have to give me the recipe so I can make this for my dad one day."

"Ha ha ha okay but it's a Sterling family secret apparently, so you are sworn to keep it to yourself or there shall be consequences." There was that giggle again.

"Sterling? I thought you're last name was Anderson?"

"It is...Sterling is Jeff's last name, Nick's partner? Okay let me take it from the top then."

With the storm raging outside and the muted glow of the lighting in my apartment, I divulged Kurt into the story of my teenage years. I hadn't meant for it all to come out so quickly or immediately but it did.

I told Kurt all about growing up in a very closed minded family who weren't exactly accepting when I came out to them when I was 13. I told him very briefly about the bullying I was subject to in my early high school days before my parents sent me to Dalton as a way to 'straighten me out' and of course keep me from ending up the hospital again like I had after the Sadie Hawkins dance. Kurt ate and listened to me rattled on about the guys, all of us Warblers being so close and boarding at the school which created a connection that I would be ever thankful for now in my adult years. I said that we all kept in fairly close contact still, Nick and Jeff now moving to New York this past summer after their record label took off. Wes and his now wife Isabelle lived only a short drive away in Bridgeport Connecticutt, David who moved to Los Angeles with his mom after she got offered a huge promotion in her company, and Thad, well Thad was the stay at home dad to triplets that his wife Jeanie had a year ago back in Westerville. I rattled on and on about the guys and their connection to me and to Dalton, all of us known now as honoured alumni.

Before I knew it we had both finished eating, Kurt before me obviously because I hadn't stopped talking in the last half hour it seemed, but Kurt was patient and watched as I regaled him, and I hadn't noticed that once I finished eating I had started to sign when I was talking.

"Sorry about that, when you get me going I kind of go on all cylinders Kurt...mouth and hands."

"I don't mind Blaine honestly, besides I would love to learn more sign language anyway, I only remember a tiny bit from what I remember from my mom." He paused and a small frown appeared on his face but it was gone before I could ask.

"Anyway, it's nice to learn about you and your friends too, it makes me feel nostalgic about the better times in high school that I had. Basically Glee was my only positive light really in my teens, most of that time I would like to not remember."

I sent him a reassuring grin and stood gathering our plates.

"More wine and you can tell me all about the New Directions and the famous Kurt Hummel?"

Giggling Kurt made me feel accomplished, I couldn't fathom why though, it was like I was breaking through his exterior every time I saw him smile.

"I can tell you about New Directions and this Kurt Hummel but this famous guy you seem to think you know, well...I don't know him very well either it would seem."

"More wine then, I'll be right back."

I went to the sink and lightly washed the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher. I covered the remainder of the lasagna and put it in the fridge. Once I poured the wine I turned around to see Kurt sitting on the floor next to the piano, looking at the sheet music I had laid scattered on its top.

Kurt seemed to sense I was watching him and he looked up and smiled brightly at me...when everything went dark.

"Shit! Kurt don't move okay? I can't see you to hear you, so it would best if you just stayed there so I don't bump into you."

The power went out really? What age to we live in that a simple storm could still knock out the power on a city block.

Thankfully I was still in the kitchen and I had pretty much memorized where I had some candles and a flashlight stored. After fishing around in the main storage drawer I found my emergency flashlight and some candles and matches.

The apartment was a dark shadow now, only lit by the remaining emergency street lights outside coming through my window, and it gave the place an eerie feel. I turned on the flash light who's batteries had seen better days, and turned to see Kurt, now standing but in the same spot I asked him to stay in. I gesture him over, lighting his way for him since he didn't know the lay out of the apartment like I did.

"Kurt can you take the flashlight and go into the spare room. In the closet there's a candelabra and some extra candles in the storage bin, can you bring them in here so we have some more light? I don't know how long the powers going to be out and I would actually like to see the person I'm on a date with."

I blushed even when I said it and I shone the light on his mouth and face hoping for a response that would ease my worries.

He reached out and held the flashlight with me, tracing his fingers over mine before responding.

"No problem. Gimme a sec."

Taking the flashlight from me quickly Kurt turned on his heel and made his way into the darker hallway. I cleared my throat and exhaled, trying to overcome the urge to kissthis man which was becoming harder and harder to do with each passing second.

I struck a match and lit the first candle I could find on the counter, allowing the warm glow to fill the area around me. I grabbed the other candles, well tea lights, and scatted the few I had around the apartment.

Kurt returned a few minutes later holding the cast iron candelabra and the four long candles I had stored with it. He switched off his flashlight when he saw that I had managed to get a soft light flowing through the main room and came over to join me now beside the sofa.

"Where should I put this?"

I reached and and lifted his chin so that he was facing me.

"Up here Kurt, it's even harder for me to see what you saying, say that again?"

His freshly shaven jaw, still held in my hand tensed as he swallowed nervously. His eyes never leaving mine as he replied.

"S-sorry, ummm where do you want me to put this?"

It took me a minute to register what he said since I couln't tear my eyes away from his.

"Here..." I let go of his face with a gentle swipe under his chin, revelling in the softness of his skin as I took the candelabra from him and rested it on the piano top.

"Don't worry if wax gets on this. Since I sawed off the legs it's pretty useless for resale anyway."

Kurt walked away quickly and I thought I said something wrong, even as I was lighting the remainder of the candles now nestled in their holders on the piano. Kurt returned a second later carrying the wine glasses I had poured and left abandoned in the kitchen when we lost power.

I turned and look and him, him handing me my glass before raising it for a small toast.

"To...unexpected circumstances."

"Hmmm..unexpected circumstances." Our glasses barely clinked before we sipped locking eyes with each other as we did. I gestured for Kurt to resume his seat on the floor or I made eye contact with the now dimly lit dark brown sofa.

"Nah, floor's fine." He say down gracefully, never moving his eyes from mine and it was such a simple fluid movement that my breathe caught and I had to shake my head to clear it.

I sat down at my usual spot at the piano and tilted my head at the now positively more radiant Kurt. The candlelight did something to his features that made him somehow angelic. He looked so young even with the age and worry his eyes and remaining features possessed. The shadows seemed to dance on his face in only a complimentary way, as if the light itself couldn't forsake such a beauty. I was smitten, I couldn't help it, and if the playful smile he was giving me was any indication, so was he.

"You really are amazing Kurt."

It came out before I could stop myself, but there really was no other words that needed to be said at that time. He looked amazing, his grace and sheer beauty of character amazed me and it needed to be said.

"Blaine..." He looked me dead in the eyes and raised his right hand so it was aligned with his shoulder and outstretched slightly.

"You a.r.e B.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l." His fingers moved slowly but each letter was correct, he didn't speak only signed. It was mildly shaky but I was gobsmacked at the gesture as well as it's meaning.

"Wow, Kurt...just thank you! So are you." I spoke and signed smiling so brightly that I could have lit up the room myself.

"I tried to remember what my mom taught me when I was little and there was no other word that describe you more than that."

I signed a thank you because in all my time as a partially deaf man no one had ever shown me such a kindness or genuine affection for me despite my disability. Kurt had learned that and remember that just for me, and just so he could pay me a compliment. I had no words other than thanks. So I decided that words were meaningless now so I had a better idea.

"Come here."

Kurt shifted on the floor so he was sitting beside me at the piano, our legs just touching as I rested my hands on the keys.

Turning my head to him I said. "You inspired this Kurt, but I want you to feel it too. Here.." I grabbed his left hand and placed on the top of the piano, "Feel it like I do Kurt, don't just hear it.

I lightly caressed the back of his hand before moving mine back to the keys.

"Your eyes tell this story."

I looked at the music sheets for a second before I knew that I had this committed to memory already and began to play.

(**)

I inhaled deeply before I started, I want Kurt to feel the music, feel it's power, and above all, know that everything I had just written was all for him. The man I barely knew, the man I had only just met, gave birth to so many emotions in me that it played out for him through my fingertips.

They danced along the keys in practised ease, swallowed by the feel of the movement. I chanced a glance at Kurt who's eyes were shut and his mouth very lightly parted as he leaned into the touch of the piano.

He was feeling it, actually feeling it, and understanding what I meant. My heart soared at the thought of expressing all the things I was feeling for him through music and I poured out my soul as I continued playing, closing my own eyes as well.

I wanted nothing more than to be in this moment with Kurt; this perfect moment where it was just the two of us surrounded by sound and the essence of one another. His eyes popped into my head again, even as I played and I tried desperately to see the fire that burned behind them. Pain, exhaustion, fragility and the ever passing of time; this was what I got from Kurt's glaze eyes.

Lost in an unending moment that could have lasted a life time, but really was only a few moments. Kurt was the muse that gave me this song, the man that help me find my music, and my gratitude was only over-shadowed by my the new feeling of desire that I felt for him.

Braving it again I looked at him right as the movement changed to something sweeter and softer, inspired by his love of music, family and his lost love of life... and that's when I saw the most beautiful and tortured thing I had ever seen in my 24 years.

Kurt, slightly wide eyed, smiling lightly and the tears were falling freely. He was staring at me directly, our faces not more than a few inches apart but I kept playing.

"Blaine..." he whispered.

I dove into those pools of inspiration and played with all the love and yearning I could muster. He needed to know what an incredible person he was and if my music was all I could use to explain this then I would make it matter.

As I closed off the end of the concerto, I hadn't moved my eyes from his and we just sat there in silence for a second before I lifted my hands so they were in front of me.

I made a sign and directed it at Kurt .He was still tearing slightly, caught up in the emotion of the song as he moved his hand back into his lap, now looking a little confused as to what the sign actually meant.

I repeated it and then reached out one hand and lightly wiped the tear stains from his face. Leaving my hand where it was I decided that there was no better moment than now as I brought my lips to his very very gently. Neither one of us moved into the kiss but just let our lips touch gently, as if the contact alone was enough for that moment.

I pulled away with no regrets and saw the tiny stars in his eyes that I had already memorized begin to sparkle and dance with more unshed tears.

"Don't cry Kurt, even though you still look beautiful when you cry."

Kurt merely allowed another tear to fall and it was as if the song and the small kiss had made him incapable of speech.

I cradled his face with the same hand and kept his eyes trained on mine. The dancing mix of hazel and blue I'm sure was dizzying to him as well as it was to me, but I couldn't look away, nor did I want him to.

"W-what did that m-mean Blaine. The sign you j-just made?"

In the silence of the room, and the closeness that we shared, I heard almost every whispered word without even looking at his lips.

"Perfect." My eyes moved across his features, down to his full lips again where they stayed focused.

"It means perfect."

I rubbed my thumb along his jaw where it stayed poised, needing the feel of Kurt in anyway. He smiled and nodded ever so slightly.

"Yes Blaine...you are perfect."

Kurt leaned in this time and connected our lips again. The intoxicating taste of him intensified as he lightly licked my lower lip with soft pressure, teasing beautifully and if I wasn't sitting my knees may have buckled. Granting him access to my mouth was like coming home. We sat there, mouths very gently exploring, his hand now on mt chest, feeling my heart race, as the silent thunderstorm raged out in the darkness.

My own little apartment filled with the light of candles and the man whom lit a fire within me that I thought had died long ago.

XXXX

Once we broke apart somewhat shyly, the inner blushing teenagers in us coming to fruition, the smiles on our faces weren't wiped clean for the rest of our night.

I played lightly on the piano, anything that popped in my head really as Kurt lay down beside me, his head resting on his elbow as he looked over at me. Nothing was really said in any detail. I stopped on occasion to run my fingers through his hair slightly which he allowed me to do, and he would gently reach for my hand just so he could feel it, he said.

The entire night was about feel, as I allowed Kurt into my silent world, and the funny thing was it was as if he had been there the entire time.

Once it had reached midnight we gathered his things as I walked him downstairs to catch a cab home.

Our hands stayed linked almost the entire time as if we were tethered to one another by an invisible thread we had only just discovered.

Standing out in the rain under my umbrella, Kurt tucked in close, I breathed in his scent mixed with that of the newly fallen rain.

"You gonna be alright getting home?"

"Yeah...I'll be fine Blaine. This was...I don't even know if there's word to describe how amazing this first date was."

I smiled at his genuine happiness and if I could say that I played even a small role in that, than I was a happy man. I waved down a passing cab who stopped right in front of us and I turned to look at Kurt. Too beautiful to ignore I closed the distance between us again for what felt like the hundredth time, even if it was only a few and let the kiss just happen. It wasn't a goodbye but merely a goodnight. I had to see him again; actually I never wanted him to leave and that was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but it was a fear I welcomed with waiting arms. He snaked both of his arms around my waist as I brought my hand up to hold his face to mine, deepening the kiss for only a moment, and it was a moment that I wanted to last more than anything.

Breaking away Kurt hummed against my lips, " Hmmmm.", and then smiled.

"Good night Blaine."

"Night Kurt."

He slipped out of my arms and sudden chill from his lack of body heat made me shiver. I watched him get in the cab, waving as he closed the door, and before I knew it he was gone.

I let the umbrella fall to my side, letting myself get wet and not really caring. It was like something out of a bad romance novel; standing in the rain watching the person you see yourself falling for disappear into the darkness, leaving you with hopes and dreams of the next time you'll see them.

I was shaken out of my smitten state when my cell in my pocket buzzed.

Perfect. That's what this date was...perfect. I can't wait to see you again Blaine. Now get inside before you catch a cold. Xoxo - K

I looked up in the direction that Kurt had left and I wondered briefly if he could see me standing outside in the rain somehow. I chuckled that he already seemed to know me so well and moved towards my lobby door typing my response.

I can't wait to see you again either, name a time and place and I will be there beautiful. And yes, it really was perfect. G'nite Kurt xoxo – B

I got back in my door and hung up my now drenched coat and umbrella and began to blow out the candles for the night. I didn't have to be up for anything on a Sunday morning so I didn't worry about setting any alarms on my phone as I changed into dry sleeping clothes and went to my room.

Once I was settled with my portable reading light and my very worn copy of " Adventures of Huckleberry Finn", I looked over at my phone and saw that Kurt had sent me another message.

Home now, didn't drown again ;). Text me tomorrow and we can organize another date ok? Night Blaine xoxo – K

I smiled at his adorableness and sent back a quick reply.

:) Talk to you tomorrow then beautiful. XO – B

I nestled down into bed and re-opened my book, this was the most content I had been in years, and it was all thanks to a little bit of courage on a November night that seemed much farther away than yesterday.

Okay ta daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I hope you liked this and I hope you read through the pianist!Blaine part whilst listening to the song I used as inspiration. Go back to the top and read the A/N if you missed it and read that part again; I just want to make sure you can visualize it like I did. I am loving writing this guys and pls review and let me know what you thought...OMG only 3 days until I leave for New York to see DC perform on Broadway! EEEEEEE...sorry, it's been happening a lot lately. I hope you loved this fluff! xoxo