A/N: Ahh...lots of positive reviews from my last chapter. Sorry it was so sad :) I've written a sequel to that sole chapter, and I don't know if you'd want to read it...it's quite depressing actually, moreso than the previous - after I had finished it, I just HAD to keep writing. But if you do want to read it, I'll post it :) Just let me know.

Rating: G/K

"Who waits that long?" Wes muttered from his position at the high table.

David stared over at him, blinking slowly. "Who?"

Wes motioned towards Kurt and Blaine, who were casually talking.

"What do you mean?" David raised an eyebrow, as some other Warblers leaned in to listen.

It was six on Monday morning, and they were supposed to be practising, but their beloved beat-boxer, Scott Morrison, was running late.

"They flirt. They sing. They flirt while they sing. They have coffee together – hell, I heard Blaine order coffee for Kurt – no prompting necessary." Wes muttered.

"I hear you," Ethan Moore muttered, leaning on Wes and David's shoulders as they stared. "Did you see them during Candles? There was obvious love right there,"

"We should get them to be roommates," Jeff inputted from his seat, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe next year. You know Greyson hates last minute changes," Wes advised sensibly. "But we should do something soon. I'm so sick of watching them ogle each other,"

Ethan laughed. "We'll have to talk on Facebook – where they can't see,"

Scott ran into the room, breathless. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay Scott, we've only been waiting an hour," Luke muttered a little miserably – he hated the early starts.

"I'm sorry." He apologised again.

"Why're you late?" Wes asked from his table, fiddling with his gavel.

"I just got off the plane, like, half an hour ago." He explained and Wes nodded.

Blaine grinned fondly. Scott often accompanied his father to business proposals over the weekend – he was looking to follow in his father's footsteps.

"Why don't we get started then?"

^.^

Blaine and Kurt walked down the halls, casually talking. They'd been officially dating for two whole days, and so far they had kept it on the down low. Keeping it a secret from the Warblers was essential, if they ever wanted to speak freely again.

Of course, they would eventually tell them, but for now, it was their secret – not even the New Directions knew.

As soon as they reached Blaine's room, Kurt pulled him into a kiss. Blaine grinned into it.

"I've wanted to do that all day," Kurt admitted, biting gently on Blaine's lower lip.

Blaine smirked and moved to his laptop, turning it on. "I'm sorry I'm so irresistible," he grinned as Kurt joined him at the laptop, the two of them sitting on his bed.

"How was your day?" Kurt asked, leaning against the wall, his hand massaging Blaine's head as the caked gel began to flake.

Kurt pulled out a comb from nowhere, and Blaine frowned as he logged into his Facebook page.

Where the hell did he pull that from?

Kurt got to work on the gel encased locks, combing his hair through until the messy curls spilled relentlessly.

"Oh that's weird," Blaine muttered, clicking a link of the webpage.

Kurt got up on his knees behind Blaine, kissing his collarbone as he stared over his shoulder.

It was a group invite to a restaurant Kurt had only seen in passing. It had been sent to all the Warblers, Kurt and Blaine at the top of the invite list. Blaine raised his eyebrows and Kurt shrugged – it was addressed from Wes. Fourteen of the sixteen Warblers had already clicked 'Attending'.

"Was everyone on Facebook together?" Kurt mused – the invite had only been sent an hour ago.

"Whatever," Blaine shrugged, hitting the 'Attending' button.

Blaine passed the laptop to Kurt, who promptly logged out, logged in on his account and responded to the invite.

"Would you let me brush your hair?" Blaine asked softly, glancing over at his boyfriend's perfect hair.

Kurt grinned cheekily. "Not on your life,"

Blaine laughed and took another look at the invite. "This is tomorrow night…" Kurt nodded. "They sure gave us time to think about it,"

Kurt laughed at his sarcasm and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I should get back to my room…someone's going to get suspicious,"

"Only your roommate," Blaine grinned, giving Kurt a kiss before returning to his laptop. Kurt opened the door and strode down the halls, avoiding the look he got from Wes – who was leaning against the wall a little way away.

^.^

Blaine stood in Kurt's room, as the countertenor 'uhmed' and 'ahhed' over his outfit. He had three laid out, and was wearing one, contemplating it in the mirror.

"What do you think?" Kurt struck a pose with a laugh.

"I've said you looked perfect for each one," Blaine smiled, pulling his boyfriend closer. "And I'm going to say the same thing for the next million outfits. You don't seem to believe me,"

Kurt thought for a moment. "You're obviously biased, so there's no way you can give me a viable answer,"

Blaine smiled and pulled Kurt into a big bear hug. "You'll always be perfect to me,"

A knock on the door made them spring apart, glad it was closed.

"We're all leaving! Get a move on!" Thad called and they heard the sound of his retreating footsteps.

Kurt cast a look at the three outfits on the bed, before walking to his closet. He pulled out an entirely new one, scrutinised it for a long minute before nodding.

"I'll be back in a sec," he promised, heading into the bathroom as Blaine shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

When he emerged, all Blaine could do was kiss him. Ever since they had been dating, Blaine couldn't seem to keep his hands off the taller male. He praised the outfit with kisses, and Kurt just grinned.

"Ready?" Blaine asked, grabbing his phone.

Kurt nodded and slung on his shoulder bag, following Blaine out the door.

^.^

"This place is so…expensive looking," Kurt muttered as they pulled up.

Blaine simply smiled. "Wes offered to pay, remember,"

"For all sixteen of us?"

"Eh, Thad and David are paying too. They usually do when the Warblers have a gathering," Blaine grinned at Kurt's concerned expression. "It only works out to about two hundred and fifty each,"

"Only?" Kurt mused as they got out the car.

"Don't sweat it," Blaine gave Kurt's arm a quick squeeze. Kurt and the Warblers had had this argument many a time. Kurt only sighed and followed Blaine into the restaurant.

What's the reservation under? Blaine sent a quick text to Wes.

Wes (6:45) Klaine

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell did that mean?

What?

They waited in the foyer impatiently, Kurt almost as confused as Blaine.

Wes (6:49) You heard me. Reservation is under Klaine.

But what does that even mean?

Blaine pocketed his phone and strode to the woman waiting, Kurt trailing behind him.

"Good Evening," she smiled pleasantly, "Reservation Name please?"

"Uhm…Klaine?" Blaine tried and the woman smiled, nodding.

"Right this way please,"

She led them to a table in the corner, and the two of them looked around for the other Warblers.

"Um…" Blaine started, noting the woman's amused expression. "I was expecting a larger table…"

"I was under strict orders not to tell you anything. Wesley says to send him a text when you're seated,"

Kurt muffled a laugh as she said 'Wesley' – it was so…unWes. Blaine shot a confused glance at Kurt as they sat down, who returned it.

I'm sitting. What's going on? And what the hell is a 'Klaine?'

Kurt raised his eyebrows as the woman returned, bearing candles and menu's.

Wes (6:52) Are you with Kurt?

Yes! Now just tell me what the hell is happening! Where are you guys?

Kurt glanced at the menus casually, oblivious to the conversation Blaine and Wes were having.

Wes (6:58) Calm down. We're at Dalton. Welcome to the official intervention of 'Kurt and Blaine being single'

Blaine raised his eyebrows at the message, a small smirk spreading on his face. Kurt shot him a questioning look, but Blaine had continued reading.

Klaine is the combination of your names. Everyone can see it. Hell, a blind man could see it. You're pining after each other, and it's not healthy. We're only trying to help you, so we've set up this…romantic date of sorts. Now you get in there Blaine Anderson and make a move, before someone else does!

Blaine laughed out loud and showed the message to Kurt, who laughed in return.

"Should we tell them?" Blaine blinked his long lashes at Kurt, who nodded eagerly.

"If they're that keen to get us together, then what's the point in hiding," he reasoned, and Blaine got to texting.

We've been dating for a couple of days now, smartasses.

There was a choking, almost coughing sound from a little ways off, a couple of seconds after Blaine hit send. Blaine turned in confusion, but Kurt had already pieced the information together.

All fourteen Warblers were sitting at random tables, staring at Kurt and Blaine in shock. Kurt let out a short burst of laughter, and Blaine joined in when he saw their expressions.

With help from the waiters, the Warblers pulled the tables over until there was a giant one – previously arranged by Wes. There weren't many people in the restaurant.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Why the hell are you here?"

The two questions were asked simultaneously.

"Since you sprung this little surprise on us, I think it's only descent for you to go first," Kurt interjected, sitting adjacent to Blaine.

Wes merely nodded. "We were going to wait until you guys began madly making out before we revealed ourselves,"

Blaine frowned, only half amused.

"So why didn't you tell us?" Thad asked, his eyes trained on the boys at the head of the table.

Blaine smiled gently and looked at Kurt, prompting him to start.

"It was our thing," he said simply.

"When did it become a thing?"

"A couple of days before Regionals?"

"And you managed to keep it a secret,"

Blaine and Kurt nodded, holding hands under the table. Blaine laughed.

"Klaine?" he asked. "Really?"

"Better than Blurt," Trent muttered, which brought Kurt and Blaine into another round of laughter.

"We thought it was ingenious," James muttered.

"Will you boys be ordering anything tonight?" the waitress from before asked good-naturedly.

Grinning, the boys gave her their orders and she left with them, a grin on her own lips.

"So…when were you going to break the ice, had this event not happened?" Nick asked, raising an eyebrow at the couple.

"When you asked," Blaine said simply and the Warbler's looked around at each other, and then chuckled.

"I love being a Warbler," Flint laughed and the others nodded, laughing.

Their meals came in record time, despite the sheer size of their group. The Warblers were silent for a long time, devouring their meals like all growing boys would. Kurt and Blaine took their time, giving each other happy grins at random intervals. Just being in the company of each other made them grin like crazy.

"Well…" Wes muttered, finishing his meal and sliding backwards from the table slightly. "What an interesting night,"

"Interesting?" Blaine repeated, finishing his food.

"Yep. Interesting," the older Warbler muttered, and Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Blaine, I think the recent events are elaboration enough," Kurt laughed, squeezing his hand under the table.

"Oy!" Thad cried, earning alarmed looks from the pair. "Stop stinging on the PDA – you're out now, you might as well show it,"

Not daring to ask how Thad had seen it, the two blushed and placed their joined hands on the table, earning exaggerated 'awwhhhs' from the group.

"If you do that every time we touch, I swear, we'll never touch again in public," Kurt threatened

The Warblers, including Blaine, stared at him with wide eyes, trying to hold back their laughter. Kurt frowned for a second before he realised what he said and blanched, shooting an apologetic look at Blaine. The table burst into uncontrollable laughter, and Blaine tried his best not to laugh too hard.

"Priceless," David shook his head.

"Shut up," Kurt was blushing to his roots, and all Blaine did was pull him into a hug.

"I think it's time we go back to Dalton," Thad announced and the Warblers moaned.

"You're such a buzzkill,"

"Curfew is in an hour," Thad stated, which made the Warblers slightly motivated.

Kurt and Blaine stood simultaneously, breaking away from the group slightly, even though they all leaned towards them.

"Best way to break the news," Kurt said, a wide grin on his face. "Ever,"

"I'll agree with you there," Blaine kissed him gently on the cheek, earning a supportive, but not over the top 'awh' from the Warblers.

"Perverts," Kurt sneezed, and the Warblers laughed.

"Hey – with introducing us to your relationship, you also invited us to be your chaperones," Wes stated, standing between the two and slinging his arms around them.

"Perfect," Blaine frowned, sharing a glance with Kurt.

"Guys, we're wasting time," Thad muttered, herding them out the door.

"Clam down Thad," Wes reassured him, dragging Kurt and Blaine out the door. "We'll get back in time. We always do,"

Thad was fuming at Wes. Kurt and Blaine looked like they wanted to be alone. "Wes. Let's go,"

Wes looked between Kurt and Blaine, who were sharing awkward glances. "Oh," he laughed "See you guys back at Dalton,"

The two of them disappeared rather quickly, and Kurt let out a nervous chuckle.

"That was…better than I thought it would be,"

"I don't think I'm ever going to get over this…Klaine thing," Blaine muttered with a grin, linking arms with Kurt.

"Good. I'd never want you to,"

A/N: This chapter isn't too serious. I had a bit of fun with it, after my...latest chapter XD If anyone wants to contribute ideas for some 'moments' I'd be happy to hear them. The thing I do with my friends is get them to write down - a place, an object and a corny line. If you have any, PM me about it so you don't spoil the audience. I'm not running out - I've got 1000s of them stored away in my book, but some of them aren't...storyable yet :P If that makes sense.