A/N: HELLO YOU GUYS.

I know it's been a long time, and I'm so sorry. Life got in the way! (It's a bit longer than normally, so I hope you'll forgive me) Anyways, here's chapter 7 - I hope you'll enjoy it!

When Kurt called Mercedes to tell her about the date, she answered by laughing loudly.

"I knew it!" She shrieked and Kurt had to hold the phone away from his ear a moment or two while she squee'd.

"You knew what?" He asked her; still grinning. He had a date with Blaine Anderson.

"I kind of might have gone to your work and asked if they'd seen you," she giggled.

"Wha- Why would you do that?"

"He needed to worry, so he wouldn't stop thinking about you, Kurt!"

"Oh my God, how could you do something like that?" Kurt hissed. That was why Blaine had come by? To see if he was okay? His heart fluttered a bit at that thought.

"Well, didn't it work out fine in the end?"

Kurt blushed. "Yea."

"So?" Mercedes said after a moment of silence. Kurt didn't follow.

"So what?"

"So where are you going and when and how? C'mon Kurt, spill the details!"

"Oh." Suddenly Kurt realized that they hadn't even found a day for the date to take place, before he'd practically thrown the other man out. And he didn't have Blaine's number. "I- Um, we didn't really arrange anything yet," he mumbled.

"What? Why?"

"I don't really know, but-" He blushed bright red.

"But?"

"Never mind."

"White boy, you better tell me what's going on!" Mercedes exclaimed.

"He kissed me," Kurt whispered, almost inaudibly.

"What?"

"He kissed me," he repeated a little louder. And the sound that followed from Mercedes was priceless. She screamed and hurray'd and gushed like she'd been the one who'd received the kiss.

"Oh. My. God!" She shrieked into the phone, when she was done screaming and dancing around. "He kissed you? Did you let him, or did he take it? Am I supposed to go all diva on his ass, or are you happy?"

"I'm happy," Kurt laughed. "He kind of- Can you even say he took a kiss? Anyway, it doesn't matter. It was-" He searched for the right word. "It was nice."

"Just nice?" Mercedes said suspiciously.

"Okay, okay it was more than nice."

"Stay where you are, Hummel, I'm coming over to discuss details!" Kurt could hear her heels on the floor; signaling that she wasn't kidding.

"Mercedes-"

"Shut it, I know you want to. I'll be there in five."

"Love you, boo," Kurt said happily. She knew him too well.

"You better."

Exactly five minutes later Mercedes Jones stood at his door - with a giant bucket of ice cream in hand. And they spend the night together; talking and gushing and going through Kurt's clothes to find acceptable first date outfits.

xxx

When Kurt walked out of the elevator the next morning, Blaine was nowhere to be seen. He tried not to look too disappointed and walked over to his desk. He sighed, but then shook his head. It wasn't like they were actual boyfriends yet, and he couldn't just expect Blaine to be everywhere he was. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his features when Blaine strutted into the room fifteen minutes later though. He just hoped nobody saw the blush on his cheeks caused by Blaine's wink in his direction.

Kurt was buried deep in his designs a few hours later - he only needed a few more details to finish up, and Mercedes had already been over with his coffee so he was full of energy - when a shadow was cast over his desk.

"Sorry," sounded a low voice.

"What?" Kurt looked up to see Blaine stand in front of the desk. The other man took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His hair was as always these days gelled down and he had his glasses on. Don't get distracted, Kurt told himself, as Blaine spoke again.

"I'm sorry for being such a jerk that weekend." Kurt was about to tell him he didn't need to apologize so many times, but Blaine held up a hand to silence him. He looked like he was debating something with himself before he spoke; "And for lying to you."

"Lying to me?" Kurt felt a cold hand grab his heart. Blaine didn't want to go on the date. It had all been a cruel joke. Oh my god, now I have to go through another heartbreak, this is not-

Blaine pulled a single rose from behind his back with an almost invisible smile.

"Your ass looks spectacular in those jeans," he smirked. Kurt blushed but nonetheless accepted the rose.

"I think I liked it better when there were notes," he mumbled, but couldn't stop himself from smiling a little.

"Well, then I'll be sure to leave you lots of them, when we go on our date," The curly haired man said; smirk still in place.

"Oh?"

"You doing anything tonight?"

"No?"

"I'll pick you up at seven then."

"Wh-" But before Kurt even got a single syllable over his lips, Blaine had walked back to his own desk. Kurt sat back with a dumbstruck expression on his face. So they were going on the date tonight. Tonight. As in he had less than four hours to pick out an outfit and shower. He could do that. Hopefully.

But then he realized he had no idea where they were going. Would it be a fancy dinner? A trip to the movies? A picnic of some sort? No, he told himself, it's too cold for that. Maybe they'd go somewhere casual; somewhere he didn't even need to worry about how he looked. He didn't know anything about where Blaine might take him. He didn't know anything about Blaine at all, he grasped.

xxx

Later that day when Kurt was in the middle of having a panic attack - what the hell was he supposed to wear? - someone knocked on the door. Kurt looked at the clock and visibly paled. Blaine couldn't be here yet! He wouldn't show up an hour before the appointed time, would he? Kurt gulped. Of course he would. He'd do anything to annoy Kurt. Just because they were going on a crummy little date, it didn't mean Blaine would change from a rude badboy to a classy gentleman in one day.

Kurt timidly made his way to the door and grabbed the handle. He could just tell Blaine to wait outside. Or in the living room. He'd said seven o'clock, not six and Kurt was not about to rush things on their first date. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Only to be faced with Tina and Mercedes.

"Hi Kurt!" Tina said and threw her arms around him.

"H-hi," he mumbled into her hair. "What're you guys doing here?"

"We're here to help you pick out an outfit for your date!" Both girls said and walked into the living room; Kurt following slowly behind. The girls headed straight for his bedroom and he almost groaned. He didn't have time to play dress up.

"Girls, as much as I appreciate your help, I really don't have time for-"

"Did I forget to tell you that Tina knows where you're going?" Mercedes interrupted teasingly as she roamed around in his closet. Kurt's mouth snapped shut.

"You do?" He exclaimed and ran over to shake the Asian girl's shoulders.

"Relax loverboy!" Mercedes laughed and pulled Kurt away from a slightly scared-looking Tina.

"I'm not telling you where he's taking you, Kurt. I just thought you'd like some help with the clothes, since you've got no idea where you're going - you don't, do you?" She continued when he shook his head. "But I don't want to ruin the surprise and-"

"But how do you even know? I get the part where Mercedes couldn't keep her mouth shut," he sent a glare to the black girl who just kept smiling. "But how do you know where Blaine's taking me? The last time you met, you didn't exactly give him reason to tell you."

"He was an ass and I regret nothing," Tina huffed. "He deserved that punch." She mumbled something under her breath with a small smile. It sounded something like 'he told me it was a good one too', but Kurt couldn't be too sure. "Anyways," she said loudly to gain their attention again. "I'm going out with Mike, as you both know, and they're pretty close from what I gather at least, and I got it out of Mike a little over an hour ago," she finished.

Kurt looked at her; stunned. He didn't think he'd ever heard Tina talk for so long before. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and then spoke, "Where am I going then?"

"Somewhere classic."

"Like the opera? I really don't think Blaine would-"

"Not classy, silly. Classic," Tina laughed and threw a black and white striped long sleeved t-shirt at him. Kurt wrinkled his nose. Somewhere classic? As in a drive-in with groping in the backseat? He grimaced. He could actually picture that as something Blaine would do.

"I don't-" Kurt started, but another piece of clothes was thrown directly into his face. "Hey! Watch the hair!"

"Sorry hon, but you've got, like, half an hour before your Prince not-so-charming is here, and you need to get out of those clothes," Mercedes said and began pulling at his shirt.

"Fine, fine! I'm changing, I'm changing," Kurt huffed and pulled his shirt over his head.

"Take the undershirt off too," Mercedes said as an afterthought when he was about to put the other shirt on.

"Why?" He asked. He always wore undershirts - it was more comfortable that way.

"Because that shirt is a bit too short and when you bend or stretch there's a bit of your stomach that gets exposed," she explained with a plain expression. Kurt, on the other hand, blushed furiously.

"Wh-"

"Don't you want Blaine to like you?"

"Yes, of course, but-"

"And isn't he kinda a playboy?"

"Well-"

"So lose the undershirt. I promise it'll be worth it." Kurt glared at her, but nonetheless pulled the tank top off and the other shirt on. He changed his jeans to a black pair; the tightest pair of jeans he owned. Oh, the girls were really out to get him.

"And why, may I ask, do I have to wear these?" Kurt asked as he struggled into the jeans. "If we're going somewhere classic I'm sure I don't need to look this fancy." He stood and surveyed himself in the mirror. The jeans were his favorite, but if he was actually going to get groped, he'd like to wear a pair he could run away in. Or at least kick higher than knee-height in. The girls just snickered and Kurt sighed. He wouldn't get any more help from those two.

Tina looked to her watch and then pointed to a pair of Kurt's plain slip-on-quickly shoes. "Wear those. No, just trust me on this one. Wear those, and have fun because he'll be here any minute and we gotta go." She took Mercedes' hand and ran to the door. Kurt followed and waved them goodbye, before slipping into the shoes Tina had pointed to. He may not know where he was going, but he trusted his girls. He sat on his couch with a fond smile and relaxed into the cushions.

xxx

Blaine ran around his apartment like a crazy person, anything but relaxed.

"Where the fuck did I put those fucking keys?" He asked out loud as he roamed through the drawers in his nightstand. It wasn't like he was late. Much. But when his workout had turned out to be avoid-that-clingy-guy-you-fucked-last-month-day he'd gotten home later than expected.

Blaine wasn't someone who avoided his previous fucks. Normally.

But this guy was the clingiest, neediest, most stalking person, he'd ever met. And he'd been a lot around, to put it nicely. Blaine had thought it was a nice way to relieve some stress, but apparently he'd told the guy where he worked out in his drunken haze, and now the guy was there every day; looking for him.

Blaine turned to look at his watch again and swore under his breath. Now he was really late. He jogged to his door and had to roll his eyes. Of course, his keys were right there in the lock; ready to pull out and put in his pocket. He sighed. What a great start. He swung his bag over his shoulder and walked out to the shiny car in front of his apartment.

Well, at least he had a nice ride…

xxx

"You're late," Kurt said when he opened the door.

"Am I? Oh shoot, I'd better apologize then, huh?" Blaine smirked and leaned in close; covering Kurt's lips with his own. Kurt stiffened slightly, but soon relaxed into the kiss.

At least until he remembered what he'd promised himself earlier that day.

"Yea, um." Kurt cleared his voice, as he pushed Blaine away by the shoulders. "If we're going to be, err, together, we need to talk about this."

"This what?" Blaine raised an eyebrow in question.

"The… kissing."

"What about it?" He smirked. But Kurt knew he had to stand his ground here.

"Since it's our first date, I don't think… I mean, we need to… not. Kiss."

"Excuse me? Not kiss? Wh-" Blaine was about to burst. They were - sort of - dating now, right? Of course they could kiss, they could do whatever they wanted to, and what was Kurt even thinking, when he- But then he took one look at the brunette's blushing face and snapped his mouth shut. Of course. Kissing might not be something Kurt had done a lot of since… high school. "Okay," Blaine ended up saying, trying to sound genuine.

"Okay?" Kurt sounded surprised. Bet he thought I'd handle that like a child, Blaine thought with a smile.

"Sure, I get it. First date and all. Now hurry up, or we're gonna be late."

xxx

"We're going bowling," Kurt stated with a horrified expression on his face, as they walked into the big building.

"Yes," Blaine said with a smile.

"In a bowling alley."

"Yes."

"You do know we're supposed to wear other people's shoes?"

"Yes, I am aware of that," Blaine rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but no. Just- no."

"What?"

"I am not wearing shoes other people have worn! You don't know who wore them last, and oh my god, the smell!" Kurt cringed just at the thought of being near those shoes.

"You are such a fucking child," Blaine laughed, but Kurt's glare did not loosen up. "Relax, I have a solution for ya."

"And what may that be, Mr. I-share-shoes-with-everyone?"

"You can borrow mine," Blaine proposed.

"I already told you-" Kurt began, but was interrupted.

"They're mine," he explained as he pulled out a pair of shiny (and not the least smelly) bowling shoes from his bag. "As in I'm the only one who uses them. I'll take the 'smelly shoes' for you."

"Oh. Thank you," the brunette said with a small smile. That was kind of a nice thing to-

"You owe me one," Blaine winked. Never mind.

"Well, if by 'one' you mean a makeover, I'll gladly owe you one," Kurt teased.

"You- Just wear the shoes already."

"What the fuck are you doing?" Blaine laughed loudly, when he saw how Kurt held his bowling ball. The brunette had not exaggerated when he'd said he didn't know how to bowl. Or as he'd said it "I hate everything about this, why should I ever go here?"

Kurt had taken the bowling ball into his hands - both his hands that is - and held it like he was a soccer player ready to kick the ball onto the field.

"I'm bowling?" Kurt answered, ending it like a question.

"Jesus Christ man, here, let me help you." Blaine didn't tell Kurt he had secretly hoped he could teach him how to play, he just got up and stood behind him. "Now, the first thing you do is put your fingers into the holes-"

"You cannot be serious!"

"While you hold a hand underneath, so it doesn't slip," Blaine continued as if Kurt hadn't said anything. He placed his left hand under Kurt's and got as close to his body as possible; enjoying the way Kurt shivered when his breath hit his ear. "Then you swing your right hand back-" He followed the motion. "And you throw it."

The bowling ball landed on the lane with a thump and rolled down and knocked nine out of ten cones out of the way. Kurt's eyes grew with fascination and then he realized that he'd done pretty good, so he turned to Blaine with a huge grin on his face and threw his arms around the other man's neck.

"I did it, I did it!" He said and bounces slightly on the spot. Blaine put his arms around his waist and spun him around a couple of times until they were both laughing. Kurt realized that it felt so natural to just touch Blaine all the time, and he blushed a bit when he was put down on the ground again.

"You still need to knock that last one over," Blaine said and pointed to the last cone. Kurt grinned, nodded and picked up another bowling ball. This time he did it alone, but he told himself he didn't miss Blaine's warmth behind him - he couldn't. It was a first date. He couldn't already get this attached.

xxx

"How come we're bowling? I mean, it's nice, now that I'm here, but…" Kurt asked as they both sat down at a table after their game had ended. He'd surprisingly won; even though Blaine told him it was just beginner's luck. Kurt added 'sore loser' onto his mental Things-I-Know-About-Blaine list.

"I think it's the classic date. Like, 60s date," Blaine said and shrugged. He likes classic dates. Maybe he's an old fashioned guy? Except for the whole sex aspect.

"So how many boys have you brought here, huh? Is this your secret make out spot?" Kurt joked.

"None. And no. But we could make it." Again with the winking. Kurt blushed slightly, but tried to ignore it by looking at the bar of the place. Blaine spoke again a moment later.

"Wanna split a milkshake?" Kurt snorted. That was the cheesiest line he'd ever heard, and it even sounded like something from an old movie. But Blaine just looked at him with that smirk on his face, so he ended up nodding. The curly haired man rose from his seat and walked up to the bar to order their drinks. No, drink. Because they were sharing. A milkshake.

If they ever had children, they'd never live this down as their first date story.

Kurt spluttered a little at his own thoughts. Children? Since when were he and Blaine on such a serious road? He shuttered. He needed to stop his thoughts before they got too wild. He didn't need to scare Blaine away on their first date.

When Blaine got back with a giant vanilla milkshake with two straws, they sat in silence for a while; drinking the milkshake slowly. Not the uncomfortable kind of silence, though.

"So mind me asking something?" Kurt broke the silence. Because as nice as this was, he wanted to get to know Blaine, and he'd had this question on his mind for a long time now.

"Ask away. I've got nothing to hide."

"I'm sure," he laughed. "Now - and don't take this the wrong way please - why would you of all people work at a fashion magazine?"

"Does it look like my own choice? I thought you heard my 'conversation' with that old asshole the first day?" Blaine said with a shrug.

"I did." Kurt cringed a bit at the memory. It reminded him of how he'd lied to his dad (it's not a lie anymore, his brain said), but also of how much of a terrible relationship Blaine must have with his father. He packed that away for further investigation later. "But I just, I don't know, I didn't really think you'd actually do as your father told you to."

"I wouldn't. I mean, I don't. Normally," Blaine finished awkwardly. He silently debated if he should actually tell Kurt the truth. If he wanted this to be more than a quick fuck - and he did, damn it, he'd lend the boy his shoes, for heaven's sake - he'd better tell him at least part of it. "Err. It was my mother's - the magazine," he explained.

"Oh, so it's for her sake? How come I've never seen her in the office?" Kurt felt momentarily relieved. At least Blaine had a good relationship with his mother. He tried to drown the mild jealousy he always felt towards people who still had both their parents. He had Carole, and she made both his dad and him happy.

"She's dead."

"Oh Blaine, I'm so sorry," Kurt said before he realized it. He hated when people said that to him - it clearly wasn't their fault and yet people always apologized. But he could see why now. That was just the first thought that ran through your head. It was instinct.

"It was a long time ago," Blaine said; his tone suddenly very cold and closed off. Kurt knew that answer. He'd said it himself so many times.

"I know but it still feels-"

"You don't know jack shit," Blaine snapped. Kurt sat back straight in his seat. He'd never reacted like that himself when people talked about his mother, but then again he didn't know much about Blaine yet, and it could be a more sensitive subject for the dark haired man. Kurt was just about to say something, anything, when Blaine spoke again.

"Fuck, I snapped at you again didn't I? Urg, sorry." Kurt was about to think that was going to be the word Blaine would say the most in their relationship. If there's going to be one, his brain reminded him. It was only first date; he didn't know if Blaine was really a decent guy under all the attitude. But he did lend me his bowling shoes.

"No, it's okay. I get it. It's a sensitive subject," the brunette said and took a sip of the milkshake.

"No offense, but you really don't know." Blaine clearly didn't like talking about his mother, but Kurt needed him to understand that yes, he actually knew these feelings.

"None taken, but I really do." Now or never, Kurt. Be honest with him. "My mom's dead too."

"Oh." Blaine didn't know what to say. What could he say? 'Yay, now we actually have something in common?' Not really going to help with his image.

"Subject change?" Kurt supplied and Blaine visibly relaxed.

"Yes please."

"Oh so you do know how to be polite," the taller boy teased with a smile. Inside he was mentally victory dancing; yes, Blaine had a polite side! Not all was lost!

"Fuck you," Blaine quickly bit back. He didn't need his amour to crumple now, but seriously. A single polite sentence and the kid was radiating with joy. Blaine made a mental note to remember this.

"Guess not." But Kurt was still smiling. This was a victory for Blaine.

They sat for a while again; just talking about little things. Kurt told Blaine he wanted to get to know him, so they started asking each other silly questions. ("What's your favorite color?" "The one your cheeks get when you get embarrassed." "Who's your favorite singer?" "Katy Perry." "C'mon be serious." "I am, damn it! That woman has some serious swag.") Kurt quickly learned that Blaine was a passionate about music as he was. Or at least, had been.

"This is out song, y'know?" Blaine smirked after a while and leaned closer. Kurt listened for a few second before laughing loudly. The familiar tunes of Katy Perry's voice reached his ears.

"What? 'Teenage Dream'? You're kidding me! That was the biggest hit when I went to high school," he said.

"Me too. I sang it in Glee club."

"You were in Glee?" Kurt raised an eyebrow. Not that he doubted Blaine's ability to sing - he'd heard his version of Moves Like Jagger after all - but he just seemed like the type who'd beat down the losers in Glee, not be one of them, even if he did seem to like music.

"Don't act so surprised. The Warblers were the greatest back when I was lead," Blaine defended as a fond smile crossed his features. The Warblers. He hadn't thought about those guys for a while.

"You went to Dalton?" Kurt said; a shocked expression on his face. Blaine was kind of surprised. Not many knew of the Warblers.

"Yea, Dalton Academy in-" He started, but Kurt interrupted him.

"In Westerville. They have a zero bullying tolerance."

"How do you-"

"I went there," Kurt said and tried not to think of the reason why he'd went there.

"When? Last year?" Blaine joked, all the while he searched his brain for the answer. How old was Kurt anyway?

"How old do you think I am?" Kurt pursed his lips. He knew he looked a bit young, but really? He'd grown a lot these past few years since high school.

"I dunno. Like, nineteen?" The curly haired man guessed.

"Really? I look nineteen? I don't know whether to be insulted or flattered."

"Well-"

"I'll go with insulted. I'm probably not much younger than you."

"I'm twenty one," Blaine said with a grin. Twenty two in a few weeks, he mentally added.

"So am I," Kurt said with a victorious smile.

"Oh."

"But… You went to Dalton? The same year I did?" This confused Kurt. I mean, I would've noticed him. If not for his looks, then for his attitude.

"When did you go there?"

"2010 to '11." And then I was out again and back to hell. But Kurt didn't say that. He didn't want to scare Blaine away.

"I was there in '09 and '10," Blaine told him with a weird glint in his eyes.

"But not '11?"

"Well."

"Well?" Kurt questioned.

"I was kind of… kicked out."

"Kicked out? Of Dalton? How in the world does one do that?"

"It happens," Blaine shrugged as if it was nothing, but Kurt felt the walls around the other man slowly crawling back up, so he changed strategy.

"How did it become our song again?" He asked with a smile. He'd never really had a song with anyone, so even if it was just a joke… well. A song was a song.

"Oh right, I forgot you don't remember a thing from that night." Blaine was smirking, but it was better than him closing off again.

"Care to enlighten me?"

"Oh yes," Blaine's smile grew impossibly wider.

A/N: I'm sorry for any typos. It's 2am (I'm making a habit of not sleeping and uploading instead, I don't know how healthy that is) and I do not have a beta atm.

UP NEXT: Flashback to that night Kurt doesn't remember!

Also, do you think Kurt will let Blaine kiss him goodbye after the date? :D

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