A/N: I love writing Klaine. Makes me feel all giddy inside.

Rating: T for some light swearing, and some groping.

"I heard that this movie is really good," Mercedes grinned, crossing her legs.

"It better be." Blaine grinned back, "Look at the line,"

Blaine and Kurt sat against the wall, Mercedes and Rachel opposite them. They sat relatively close to the start of the line, and it snaked on behind them almost endlessly.

"Doors open in about five minutes," Rachel informed them, glancing at her watch. Blaine grinned over at Kurt. It would be their first movie date. Granted, they had to share it with Mercedes and Rachel, but they didn't mind.

"Faggots," someone behind them turned the insult into a cough, and Blaine glared at the culprit.

The person immediately blushed and looked away, obviously not intended to get caught.

"You got a problem?" Blaine started, and Kurt sighed.

Blaine was very touchy about homophobes. He could take insults – he could take bullying – he was fine with the fact that people weren't too keen on the idea – he always made sure that he and Kurt kept the PDA to a minimum in public. But the one thing he couldn't – wouldn't - stand was cowards – those who couldn't say it to his face.

"Blaine, babe, it's not worth it," Kurt tugged on his arm, distracting him for a second.

"Whatever," Blaine muttered, slumping back against the wall again. He shot the offender another dirty look, but the man had looked away.

"Oh! We're going in!" Rachel cried, glad for the distraction.

The four of them picked their stuff up and followed the crowd into the empty theatre, flashing their tickets at the ticket woman. Finding their seats, they settled down – Blaine, Kurt, Mercedes and then Rachel.

"Are we having dinner after the movie?" Kurt called to Rachel, who nodded.

"I assume so. It's not like we've got anything else to do,"

"I dunno," Blaine grinned as the lights dimmed. An excited cheer went up and suddenly Blaine was very conscious of every movement Kurt made.

He shifted uncomfortably, and his fingers drummed impatiently on the seat. Blaine wanted to reach out and take them in his hands, but it was too soon. They'd only been together for a couple of days.

The movie started after the previews, but Blaine couldn't concentrate. The illumination of Kurt's face was beautiful, his gorgeous profile captured Blaine's eye. Every single time Kurt took a breath, a swallow, even a blink, Blaine was aware of it.

What is he doing to me?

Blaine tried to concentrate – hell – he didn't even remember what film they were seeing. He glanced at his watch. They'd been there for twenty minutes.

Twenty Minutes.

Twenty minutes and Blaine didn't even know the plotline of the movie.

"You okay?" Kurt asked softly,

"Just…just fine." Blaine breathed.

Kurt smiled a little and his eyes flicked back to the movie.

It was easier to concentrate now – Blaine managed to pick up the storyline – however Kurt kept moving his fingers against the seat. Tempting fate, Blaine reached out and took his hand, stilling it. Immediately Kurt stiffened. He wasn't used to the contact, but relaxed quickly. He grinned over at Blaine, who, heart fluttering, grinned back.

To be honest, Kurt wasn't concentrating on the movie either. He kept seeing Blaine's eyes trained towards him and wanted to touch him, hold his hand – something!

Blaine holding his hand gave Kurt an ego boost.

"You got any idea what's going on?" Kurt whispered and Blaine shook his head sheepishly.

"Not really," he grinned.

"Want to head out? I wasn't really interested anyway. The girls can stay," Kurt asked and Blaine nodded.

They moved out of the cinema quietly, notifying Rachel and Mercedes before they left. The two shared a knowing glance before returning to the movie.

"How boring was that movie?" now that they could talk without whispering, Kurt was much more animated.

"I wouldn't know," Blaine said softly, following his boyfriend. "I was distracted."

Kurt flushed and headed to the toilets. Blaine followed him, waiting outside while he stepped into a cubicle. When he stepped back out, Blaine was fiddling with the soap.

"Bored?"

"No, just amused," he pressed the button and the soap dripped into the sink.

Kurt laughed and used the soap he was toying with, washing his hands quickly.

"What are we going to do for…" he looked at his watch again. "…an hour…"

Kurt shrugged and leaned against the sink. It was late at night and there was hardly anyone in the cinemas, let alone using the bathrooms. They were alone.

"I'm glad we decided to come out tonight," Kurt muttered after a while. "Even if we aren't watching the movie,"

"It's only $22, it doesn't matter too much," Blaine grinned and stepped up to Kurt.

Kurt drew in a breath. This close proximity was too much for him. They'd only kissed twice – both times had been in the choir room. After that, they decided to take it slow. With Blaine's breath on his lips, Kurt didn't think he would be able to take it slow.

Blaine solved his problem by leaning in and kissing him properly, parting his lips with his tongue. They explored each other's mouths hungrily, yearning for more. Blaine led Kurt backwards, into one of the cubicles and sucked on his lower lip, staring up at him.

Being short was definitely an advantage.

"Blaine…" Kurt pulled away for a short second, his lips brushing Blaine's as he talked.

"What?"

"I…I love you,"

Blaine froze. Those words were weird – foreign on the boy's tongue.

"I'm sorry," Kurt immediately, backing up slightly but Blaine only pulled him back, kissing him again.

"I love you too," Blaine whispered.

"I don't want you to say it…just because I did," Kurt was pulling away again.

"I" A kiss.

"Love" another kiss.

"You," kiss. "And I've wanted to say the same thing,"

The back of Kurt's knees hit the toilet and he plopped down on it, grateful that the seat was down. Blaine practically smothered him, climbing onto his lap and kissing him more. Kurt accepted him, dropping their bags in the process.

Blaine ran his hands over Kurt's chest hungrily, but Kurt stopped him.

"I…no," Kurt laughed a little. "Not here. Not in a toilet cubicle,"

Blaine chuckled. "I know. I wouldn't…not in a toilet. Not ever,"

Blaine leant down to kiss Kurt again, but was cut off by the sounds of the door opening. They both froze, and Blaine managed to maneuverer the cubicle door closed. Blaine almost laughed as he heard two guys enter the room, chatting to each other lowly.

"Shit movie," one commented.

"Yeah, had some dodgy graphics,"

Blaine was laughing into Kurt's shoulder, being as silent as he could. He was perched precariously on Kurt's lap still, his legs practically wrapped around Kurt's waist. Kurt had one arm around Blaine's waist, holding him close as if he was about to fall. The two blokes used the facilities and left. As soon as the door swung shut, Blaine burst into a fit of giggles, falling onto Kurt. Kurt was laughing, but not as animatedly - his heart was still trying to calm down.

Sobering up, Blaine climbed off Kurt, helping him up.

"Come on, let's go eat or something. We can go back to Dalton and the girls can eat on their own," Blaine raised his eyebrows and Kurt nodded, gathering his things.

Blaine was still chuckling slightly as they walked out, hand in hand.

A/N: This one feels kinda incomplete. I didn't know where else it could go, but whatever. This happened to my two friends - except it was a guy and a girl in the guys restroom. They actually got caught by the cleaner, which was a bit awkward :) I was the person in the cinema at the time, and received a text saying 'Just got kicked out of the cinemas for trying to do each other in the boys toilets'. Made me laugh at the most innappropriate time of the movie :)