"Alright, guys. With about two weeks until Sectionals, I think it's time we started talking about setlists."
"Finally!" Rachel sighed, throwing her hands up in the air.
Mr. Schue grabbed sheet music from the piano. "I was looking around online yesterday, and I found this amazing Journey song-" There was a simultaneous groan from the glee club.
"What's wrong with Journey?"
"Mr. Schue, with all due respect, we're tired of Journey. We did that for Regionals. I think we should do something more modern." Kurt said.
Blaine sat up straighter. "How about Katy P-"
"Oh, hell to the no," Mercedes argued, and the entire room burst into a jumbled chorus of suggestions.
Mr. Schue shouted over their voices and regained their attention. "Enough, guys. Rachel and Finn are doing the opening number. That's final."
Barely audible from the back row of chairs, Santana commented "Because that's gone well before."
Twenty minutes of discussion later, it was decided. Their opening number would be Set Fire to the Rain by Adele (Tina's suggestion) followed by Sing by My Chemical Romance (Mr. Schue's suggestion – since they never got to sing it at Regionals).
The past few days have been good for Kurt and Blaine. Neither of them had gotten slushied again (the football teams' target seemed to be Rachel this week) and each day there seemed to be less insults scoffed at them. It was already the end of Blaine's second week at McKinley and he seemed to have gotten the hang of things. Everything was going considerably well, especially with sectionals coming up.
Kurt pulled his cardigan tighter around himself as he stepped outside into the school parking lot. He made a mental note to bring a heavier jacket tomorrow after looking up at the sky. It was chilly outside, no sunlight in sight, and it looked as if it was going to rain soon. The gloomy weather was supposed to continue throughout the weekend.
"Coffee?" Blaine asked beside him, already knowing the answer.
Kurt nodded and started towards Blaine's shiny black Mercedes. They had made a habit of carpooling since Kurt's house was on the way to McKinley. He pulled the door open and climbed in the passenger's seat, breathing in that 'new car smell' that Blaine's car seemed to always have, even though he had bought it a year ago.
He stuffed his bag in the backseat when Blaine got in. He gave Kurt a kiss on the cheek and turned on the radio. Kurt blushed wildly. Little things like that still made his heart skip a beat and the butterflies in his stomach flutter uncontrollably.
Silence fell between the two as they drove the couple of miles to the Lima Bean. One of Blaine's hands were on the steering wheel, the other holding Kurt's hand. When they came to a stop at a red light a couple of blocks away from the coffee shop, Blaine turned to his boyfriend. "I want to take you on a date."
"What?" Kurt said, a little surprised. He and Blaine had never been on a real date before. Sure, they had gone to a few football games at McKinley, but usually Mercedes or Tina came with them. He guessed those couple of times they went to Breadstix counted as dates, but...
Knowing Kurt wouldn't let him take him somewhere over the top, Blaine quickly added, "Just...dinner and a movie. On me." He would save the larger things for their first anniversary.
Kurt smiled and squeezed his hand. "I would love to."
"Good, because I wasn't going to take no for an answer." Blaine laughed. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven." He leaned forward and kissed the brunette. Kurt pulled away for only a moment and sighed happily before diving in again, his hand going to Blaine's neck before resting on his shoulder. Suddenly, more than a few blaring horns from frustrated drivers pulled them apart, and they realized the light had turned green. The two boys exchanged a mischievous look, and Blaine decided to take his time moving back into the seat and stepping on the gas pedal. Kurt giggled and Blaine burst into laughter, almost losing control of the wheel so Kurt had to half-steer the car.
The next afternoon found Kurt throwing a mass of clothes from his closet onto his bed, rearranging them into different combinations. Gray sweater with black jeans, gray button-down shirt with black jeans, blue shirt under a white sweater with blue jeans...he threw them around, tried them on, added accessories, determined to find the perfect outfit for his and Blaine's date. He had no idea where they were going for dinner, and Blaine refused to tell him anything. Was it a fancy place? Would he be underdressed? Overdressed?
Over an hour later, he finally decided on a gray vest under a white button-down with black skinny jeans. It took another half hour to make sure his hair looked okay. He went downstairs to find Burt and Carole in the kitchen and Finn in the living room.
"Hey, Kurt," Burt told him as he crossed the room. "You okay with pizza tonight?"
"Actually, I'm going on a date with Blaine," Kurt told him. "...If that's okay?"
"Yeah, sure," his father replied. He figured he didn't need to give him The Talk 2.0 tonight because those pants were practically painted to his legs. "Just don't stay out too late, alright?"
"Thanks, dad." Turning to Carole, he asked, "How do I look?"
"Handsome. Have fun tonight."
He looked at the clock. 6:45. Had he really taken that long to decide what to wear? Last time he checked, it had been around 4:30.
After a minute or two, Burt went to watch a college basketball game with Finn and Carole ordered pizza. Just as she hung up, there was a loud honk from their driveway.
Kurt all but ran out the door. "ThereheisI'llbehomebytenseeyoulaterbye!" And he was gone, leaving the Hummel-Hudson staring at the closed door in shock.
Kurt climbed into his boyfriend's car and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Hey."
"Hey," Blaine said, leaning in for another kiss. But since they were right in front of his house, where his father could be (and probably was) watching, Kurt pulled away a lot sooner than he would have liked.
The ride to the movie theater was comfortably silent, one of the boys occasionally glancing at the other.
They quickly bought tickets to a romantic comedy – Blaine didn't like horror movies, and Kurt wasn't really a fan of action – and found a seat in the last row of the theater.
Kurt leaned into Blaine and rested his head on his shoulder, finally finding a comfortable spot in the barely-cushioned theater seat. He watched as a few more people entered the theater, careful to not attract attention to himself and Blaine, but no one seemed to notice them.
Kurt had to admit, the movie wasn't bad. But about halfway though an unbelievably cliché break up scene, he started to lose interest. Blaine, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying it.
After the movie, they headed to Breadstix. When they arrived, they found that there was a line.
The two boys tried to ignore the looks from the other customers as they waited, fingers intertwined. Most of them kept silent. A few scoffed at them. As far as Kurt and Blaine were concerned, none of it mattered.
They were almost to the front of the line when a middle-aged woman with dark brown hair wrapped in a tight bun came up to them, her lips a thin pink line.
"You two should be ashamed of yourselves," she spat. "You fags are a disgrace to our country. You're going to-"
She stopped mid-sentence, because just then Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and spun him around. His collided his mouth with Kurt's, bringing his hands to his boyfriend's face. After a few seconds Blaine felt Kurt relax a little bit. He had almost forgotten about the woman. A couple of moments later Kurt's hands came to rest on Blaine's hips, neither of them breaking apart for even a millisecond. Kurt felt himself beginning to feel lightheaded, but he barely even noticed. He couldn't think properly right now because Blaine was sliding his tongue into Kurt's mouth and he couldn't help but notice how perfect their bodies seemed to fit together, like they were born to be together.
Kurt was beginning to think he might pass out from lack of oxygen when Blaine finally pulled apart. For a few seconds they just stared at each other. Kurt fought to find words as he tried to catch his breath, but he couldn't even form a coherent sentence.
So he turned back around to see the woman still there with a disgusted look on her face. She, too, seemed speechless, for an entirely different reason. Finally, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the restaurant.
That was when they realized the rest of the restaurant had gone completely silent, all eyes fixed on the couple. Kurt simply turned back to Blaine with a smug smile on his face as the hostess informed them that their table was ready.