Happy Wednesday! Just so you know, if you have any head canon questions, you can direct them to my tumblr (same url as this one). I do have a head canon with most of my stories, and it kinda kills me that I can't answer them by review. :)

The next day brought Blaine back to Central Park with Cupcake. He purposely wore one of his collared shirts, just so he could wear Kurt's new bowtie he made him.

When he spotted Kurt coming towards their typical bench, Carreras running behind him, Blaine perked up at the bag Kurt was carrying.

"Blaine!" Kurt smiled, "It's been so long!" He sat next to Blaine and crossed his legs.

Blaine smiled back, "Cupcake loved the snow last week."

"I'm sure she did!" Kurt laughed, "So are you ready to get your present?"

He held the bag out to Blaine and Blaine grabbed it immediately. He ripped out the tissue paper and reached in to grab the bowtie.

Except the bowtie wasn't what he grabbed.

What he felt was paper like, thin, lightweight. He pulled it out and was taken aback by what he found.

"It's..."

Kurt shyly smiled, "I remember how you said you liked musicals, and I figured you might want to see Wicked with me-or with someone! Doesn't have to be me, I mean, it could be some girl you like, you don't have to waste it on me!"

Blaine, for the first time, found himself tuning out Kurt's conversation at the thought of going to Wicked with Kurt. They'd maybe go get dinner before hand, get a drink at the theater, get a drink afterwards...

His heart warmed. A night with Kurt.

He looked at the tickets and frowned, "Kurt...how much did these cost?"

Kurt stopped talking and gave Blaine a look, "Does it matter?"

"These looks like front row though."

Kurt shook his head, "You can't go to Wicked and sit in the balcony. You have to be closer to get the full experience-"

"But Kurt-"

He held his hand up, "I don't wanna hear it. Take it."

"No! I mean..." Blaine took a deep breath, "I mean I couldn't imagine using it on anyone else but you."

The smile brought out by Blaine's sentence made the sun go to shame. "Great! Well it's for Monday night. Weekdays are cheaper, and I figured you don't have work so..."

Blaine took Kurt's hand and smiled, "It's perfect. Thanks."

Kurt's face reddened but he didn't respond right away.

"To be honest, I was expecting a bowtie." Blaine admitted.

"Oh!" Kurt reached into his trouser pockets and pulled out a purple bowtie. "Here ya go."

Blaine took it with reverence, "It's lovely, Kurt. Thank you."

Kurt nodded and looked down at their joined hands. Kurt didn't make a move to pull his hand away, and neither did Blaine.

He decided to give himself this one thing.

The weekend passed too slowly for Blaine, in his opinion. To make up for taking Monday afternoon and Tuesday off, Kurt had to work the entire weekend to make sure he could afford to do so. Blaine, on the other hand, had no work to worry about, so his weekend was spent fretting throughout his apartment.

He tried to watch that video again, but it appeared to have disappeared. Probably Santana.

Cooper came in on Sunday to ask him about an upcoming audition for a big director's movie, but Blaine's lack of enthusiasm had Cooper leaving just as quickly.

Finally, Monday arrived with a light snowstorm. After all, it was still March. It would be gone by tomorrow, but at the moment, it made New York...picturesque.

Kurt and Blaine still met at Central Park that day, but there was an undercurrent of electricity, something developing that Blaine knew he couldn't ignore. He hoped that Kurt had felt it too, because it was making Blaine twitch. It felt like there was something more to them than a casual dinner and a show as friends tonight. It felt like there was...something forming.

After much coaxing from Blaine (and resistance from Kurt), they decided to meet up beforehand at a very nice Italian restaurant before the musical that night. And after some more coaxing from Blaine, Kurt agreed to just let Blaine pay for it rather than bother bringing his wallet.

With Cupcake sitting on his bed, tail thumping the comforter, Blaine picked out his outfit for his outing with Kurt tonight. He didn't want to pick something that screamed that he wanted this to be a date, what if Kurt didn't see him that way? Then again, he didn't want to be underdressed or put Kurt off on his lack of fashion.

He growled and threw his trouser pants onto his bed, accidentally covering Cupcake's head. She fought with the pants just as Blaine turned back to his closet. He hasn't been out for ten years, how is he supposed to find something to wear now?!

He eyed the bowtie sitting on his nightstand and he thought of a good shirt to wear with it. Maybe his white shirt that has purple trimming...

Blaine heard the front door open and he sighed. "In here Cooper!"

Sure enough, Cooper came into his room and immediately frowned, "Where you going?"

Blaine motioned to where the tickets were, sitting next to the bow tie, "Got a musical to go to tonight."

"Ooooh!" Cooper exclaimed. He hopped on the bed, "Going on a date huh?"

Blaine shrugged, "Something like that..."

"Blaine. I know you." He crossed his legs and leaned back on his hands, "You don't give a crap what you look like, yet you're throwing clothes out of your closet? You've got something big coming up." He sighed happily, "Now who's the lucky lady?"

"You don't know them, Coop."

Blaine turned away from his closet to talk to Cooper, but he saw where Cooper's eyes were being drawn to. His purple bow tie.

"Is this yours?" Cooper asked tentatively.

"Yeah!" Blaine exclaimed, "A friend made that for me-"

"And you kept it?"

Blaine frowned, "Of course, why wouldn't I keep it?"

Cooper sighed and closed his eyes, "Blaine I know you're not really...in tune with the world and fashion, but wearing this is pretty much saying you're gay."

"What?"

"All that you need after that is a handkerchief in your back right pocket."

"I literally have no idea what you're talking about, Coop."

Cooper stood and walked up to Blaine. He clasped his hands on Blaine's shoulders, "Bow ties, as much as it pains me to say this, is now kind of the symbol for gay." He smirked, "It's what I wear when I go to clubs and don't want to be bothered by girls hitting on me."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Really Coop you're overreacting."

"I am not." Cooper let go of Blaine and plucked up Blaine's new bow tie, "If you want to not announce to the world that you are a raging gay, you shouldn't wear this."

Before Blaine could argue (maybe he DID want to announce it to Kurt), Cooper walked out of his bedroom, "I'll give this back after your big date. I'm looking out for you!"

Great. Now he had to replan his outfit. Damnit Cooper. He stared at Cupcake, who hadn't even moved from under his pants, "You're supposed to be a guard dog. You're fired."

Cupcake just wagged her tail one more time.

Blaine, to put it in the shortest terms possible, was a bundle of nerves.

He showed up to the restaurant almost twenty minutes before his reservation, and was forced to sit and wait in the front entrance. He could go sit at the bar, but by the looks of it the people there were all 21 year olds trying to just get drunk and...that didn't really interest him that much.

At five minutes before their agreed time, Kurt waltzed into the restaurant and Blaine's heart stopped. Kurt looked amazing. He was wearing black pants with safety pins all up his legs, a red shirt that really complemented the belt/sash that he was wearing (and only Kurt could get away with wearing something like that), a black tie, and his hair, usually in the swept up look, was swept to the side tonight.

It made Blaine forget that he wasn't wearing his bow tie.

Kurt's eyes swept across the restaurant before finding Blaine, and his face broke out in one of the biggest grins that he had ever seen in his life.

That is, until his gaze dropped to Blaine's neck and it faltered a bit. Blaine cursed Cooper, again, for stealing his bow tie on one of his most important night of his life.

Even ahead of his business dinner to sell his company and the night he moved out to New York with the meager money he had gotten so far.

He smiled and waved at the maître d to allow Kurt to pass. Kurt's eyes kept widening further and further the closer he came to their table, taking in the fancy restaurant Blaine picked out.

"I have never had to be waved in because the host wouldn't seat me without a reservation..." Kurt muttered as he finally came to the table. Blaine jumped up and waited until Kurt had sat down in his seat. Kurt raised his eyebrow but didn't comment.

Once they were settled in and their menu's up, Kurt started talking, "So how much of my salary would this cost me normally?"

Blaine chuckled, "Don't worry about it. I have to do something with this money other than books and dog food."

Normally, Blaine would've gotten a laugh from Kurt about that. This time, not a peep.

Instead, Kurt just buried himself farther into the menu. Blaine thought it was strange, but he just sighed and looked at the menu himself.

After five minutes of silence, Blaine finally had enough. He slammed his menu down on the table, "Ok, Kurt, what's wrong?"

Kurt jolted up from his position and gaped at Blaine, "Nothing! Really!" He plastered a smile on his face that even strangers could see was fake.

Blaine snorted and shook his head, "Now I know that's a lie. Somethings bothering you."

Kurt's fake smile faltered, but he shook his head again, "No really, I'm fine."

Blaine raised his eyebrow and waited.

Finally Kurt sighed and he dropped his head into his rising hand, menu laid forgotten next to his left elbow, "It's just...why would you go to Wicked with me Blaine?"

Blaine blinked, "I'm sorry, what?"

Kurt groaned, "Why would you go with me when you could easily turn this into a date with some girl?"

"I..."

Kurt looked up but kept his hand where it was, "I just don't get what you're doing with me when you've made it known that you're not gay-"

"What makes you say that?" Blaine blurted.

Kurt's hand dropped with a thunk! to the table.

Blaine cringed at the loud noise, "Now I know that you've never been to this fancy of a restaurant, but typically they frown over loud noises-"

"You're gay?!" Kurt hissed , his eyes widening further and further.

"Well...I don't know." Blaine replied, "I mean, I've never really felt attracted to anybody before a few months ago..."

Except you, his brain supplied, but he tried to ignore it. Who knows if Kurt's really attracted to him.

A waiter comes by and asks for their order, and Blaine just hastily asks for the chef's choice. No wine, just some water. At Kurt's silence, Blaine says he'll have the same.

Once the waiter was gone, Kurt responded, "So you're...confused?"

Blaine nodded, "I suppose yeah."

"Oh."

The rest of the meal, and the ride to the musical, were spent in silence; It made Blaine's shoulder blades itch with discomfort. Something was obviously bothering Kurt, but Blaine didn't know what to say to ask why.

The musical, of course, was brilliant, and Blaine cried at the end. Once the house lights rose, though, Blaine realized that he HAD to talk to Kurt, see if this was something he could fix before they saw each other the next night.

As they left the theater, Blaine cleared his throat, "I...uh...I had a great time. Thanks for those tickets. It was great."

Kurt snorted from beside him, "You cried. I'd hope you liked it."

Blaine smiled, "Yeah..." He cleared his throat and tried again, "Are you sure you're alright? You've been quiet all night."

Kurt shook his head, "Fine."

Kurt rose his hand to hail a taxi, but Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist. Kurt looked confused, but he didn't say anything.

"Let me drive you home in my town car." Blaine asked. He really hoped Kurt would say yes.

He did.

The drive there was in silence, but Blaine had a renewed determination to find out why Kurt wasn't talking.

When they arrived, Kurt moved to get out but Blaine, again, grabbed Kurt's hand, "Wait, Kurt, please talk to me. What did I do?"

Kurt shuddered out a sigh, "Look, it's not your fault that you're not attracted to m-to anyone-"

"Why do you say that?" Blaine didn't let go of Kurt's hand, but Kurt didn't try to remove it.

"You-you said you weren't really attracted to anybody before a few months ago."

Blaine chuckled, "Yeah, before. Now I am."

"O-oh." Kurt swallowed, "Well they're very lucky."

Blaine smiled, "I hope he's attracted to me in return."

Kurt whirled his head, "Why wouldn't he? You're smart, funny, handsome, a sweetheart, filthy rich..."

Kurt snapped his jaw shut.

"Kurt..."

"Would you like to have dinner again tomorrow?"

Blaine blinked. "I'm sorry?"

Kurt winced, "I know you can actually afford to go out a lot, but maybe we should continue this talk tomorrow. At my apartment? At 7? My roommate's gone this week."

Blaine blinked again. "R-really?"

"Yeah." Kurt just responded, "There's some things that we need to talk about, and I don't think I can do it now."

Blaine gave a small smile, "Alright. I'll be there." He craned his neck to look outside, "This address right?"

Kurt nodded, and Blaine finally let go.

Once they had pulled away from his apartment building and started heading home, he finally realized why Kurt was upset. He accidentally implied that he wasn't attracted to Kurt.

Oh boy.