Kurt and Blaine sat excitedly at a round table in a nice new restaurant in a nearby town, facing a stage. The restaurant was decorated in reds and blacks with lots of lace and Spanish music playing from every corner. "How's your food?" Blaine asked Kurt.
Kurt had ordered beans and rice with chicken. "Fantastic. We've got to come here more often," Kurt said. "Yours?"
Blaine had ordered a chicken quesadilla. "So good," Blaine replied, smiling.
The lights dimmed and the music got louder. "I think the show's starting!" Kurt said excitedly. Four flamenco dancers flocked to the stage, stomping and clapping to the beat of the up-tempo music. Kurt and Blaine couldn't wipe the smiles off of their faces. Their meals included dessert, and soon enough, a waitress placed a plate of chocolate cake in front of each of them. They each took a bite and sighed.
"This is the best cake I've ever had," Blaine said.
"I agree," Kurt replied. "This place is incredible!"
"We need to come here more often," Blaine said. Unfortunately, the show came to a close. The boys paid their bill and left the restaurant and proceeded to Blaine's car. "Best date we've had in a while," Blaine said.
Kurt kissed him on the lips. "I couldn't agree more . And you still taste like chocolate cake."