Prompt: early Klaine!
And I just realized I never wrote a first-date fic, so here you go :)
Purple
Kurt looked at the mirror, frowning. He was wearing only an undershirt, hair already styled, and was holding two different shirts in front of him, each paired with a different scarf.
The pants were an obvious choice- the tight, dark wash jeans, no doubt. They were his favorites and the ones that showed off his ass the best. Shoes were the only date-proper ones he owned: shiny black dress shoes; classy and timeless.
The shirt, however, was more difficult to decide upon. The deep purple one was fierce and seductive, and Kurt liked it, but what if that wasn't the right impression to make? What if he shouldn't be seductive on a first date? Maybe he should pick the white one with the green scarf and go a little bit more natural? Or a red scarf, slightly more daring but still not overwhelmingly so? Maybe if he toned down the purple shirt by buttoning it all the way and adding a tie instead of the light gray scarf? Maybe a vest with the white one? Should he wear a hat? Or-
"Kurt."
He sighed, turning to the open door. "What, dad?"
"It's a first date, boy, not the Oscars. Relax. You've been standing like that for half an hour," Burt said.
"It's a first date, dad. I care about him a lot and I want to make a good impression. Therefore, it's more important than the Oscars."
Burt snickered. "More important than the Oscars, huh? That boy must be something special."
Kurt smiled gently. "Yeah, he really is." Be bit his lip and asked, "Purple or white?"
"Purple. Your mom used to be crazy about dressing you in purple, ya'know that? Said it makes your eyes sparkle."
Kurt's smile widened. "Thank you, dad."
Burt nodded, smiling as Kurt threw the white shirt and both the scarves onto the bed (which was already scattered with many other pieces of clothing) and put on the purple shirt, starting to button it quickly. The doorbell rang then, and Kurt froze.
"I'll go get it. Don't take too long," he said, winked, and disappeared.
Kurt's heart was already speeding up- he finished buttoning the shirt, and picked up a black tie from mess on the bed. He tied it with deft fingers, made sure his hair was okay once more, and nodded to himself before going downstairs.
He was met with the sight of a blushing Blaine, and serious looking Burt; he held back a groan. "Hi, Blaine," he smiled. "Are you done embarrassing my boyfriend now, dad?"
Burt rolled his eyes. Blaine reached out and took Kurt's hand- Kurt squeezed it reassuringly.
"I'll bring him back by ten, sir," squeaked Blaine.
"I'll be back by eleven, dad," said Kurt, ignoring Blaine's scared expression.
Burt chuckled, the serious façade vanishing. "Have fun, boys." He waved his hand once, and disappeared into the kitchen.
"Now," Kurt kissed Blaine's still-blushed cheek, intertwining their fingers. "Shall we? The movie's starting in half an hour, we should hurry if we want to make it on time."
When they were sitting in the car, and Blaine kissed Kurt properly on the mouth, he whispered, "By the way, you look lovely in purple. It makes your eyes pop."
Kurt giggled and kissed him again.