I'm sorry for the long wait, but college is demanding. Fun, but busy! Well, here is the third chapter…

Oh, and I have an issue with changing POVs far too often, so please excuse me. I am also tired, so excuse any mistakes or lame sentences.

I also made up a restaurant and fudged some distances and times, so don't sue me!

I know NOTHING about cars. I looked something up…the car I found is probably only driven for shows, but give me some slack, because I have no car knowledge at all.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee…although if I owned Darren Criss I don't think I would want for anything ever again…;)

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1 new text message: (614) 555-2345

Kurt stared at his phone curiously. He was pretty sure that was a Westerville area code, but who did he know in Westerville? Curiosity piqued, he opened the message. Then almost dropped the phone.

Hey, it's Blaine. From last night? Just checking the number…

Kurt stared at his phone disbelievingly. When he had given Blaine his phone number, he only- half believed that Blaine would actually call it. Part of him still thought it was all a dream, and another (small) part of him thought Blaine was just looking for a quick one-night stand. I mean, he was at a club, right?

Kurt pushed that thought away. He, himself was at a club for the first time, maybe it was the same with Blaine. He didn't look like the sketchy promiscuous teenager type that usually went to gay bars.

Kurt pressedreply and wrote a message with slightly shaky fingers.

"Hey! Yeah, you got the right number. I didn't give you the number of some random pizza place

Kurt waited for a moment, but when no response came, he headed to the bathroom for his shower. Maybe Blaine was busy, or maybe he didn't want to talk, or maybe my message was too long or too flirty…. He thought worriedly.

Stop it. Kurt told himself sternly. He wouldn't have texted you if he wasn't interested in chatting. Maybe Blaine is busy, maybe he has homework.

He walked to the bathroom and took a shower, willing all negative thoughts away.

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Blaine woke with a start as the bus stopped. He rubbed his eyes, the slight movement causing one of his ear buds to fall out of his ear. He hadn't realized he had fallen asleep. He must have been more tired than he thought. The last thing he could remember was getting on the bus, plugging in his headphones and texting Kurt. Wait a sec…Blaine hurriedly checked his phone for new messages, and there it was.

1 new text message: Kurt Hummel

Blaine opened the message eagerly and read the text quickly. He laughed out loud, causing a few heads to turn his way, but he ignored them and focused on typing out a reply message.

He couldn't believe Kurt had actually texted him back. He didn't take the kiss they had shared the night before lightly, and he had hoped sincerely the other boy hadn't either. Kurt hadn't seemed the type of person to "kiss and run", but he supposed appearances could be deceiving.

Stop it Blaine told himself sternly. If he texted you back, that means he likes you a little bit. His text was even a bit flirty. Don't worry. Kurt seems really nice. Just go with the flow.

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Kurt, towel around his hips, walked back into his room and headed straight for his phone. Alright, he had to admit it. The entire duration of his shower consisted of him worrying if Blaine would respond, and if they would ever see each other again. He picked up his phone almost squealed out loud when he saw the new text he had gotten from Blaine.

Good I was wondering if you wanted to meet up again sometime? Like go out for coffee? Or dinner?

Kurt's fingers flew across the keys as he responded. Blaine had just asked him out! Blaine had just ASKED HIM OUT!

What was he going to wear?

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After multiple texts, the two boys decided to meet up at an Italian place halfway between Westerville and Lima that Saturday.

The day before, Kurt hesitantly brought up the subject of his date at his family's Friday night dinner.

"Hey, dad." Kurt said, placing his fork on his plate and delicately wiping his mouth on a napkin.

Burt grunted noncommittally, his mouth still full of peas.

"I was wondering if it would be alright if…if I go out tomorrow night." Kurt said hesitantly.

Burt looked at his son in confusion. "You mean, go out to Mercedes' house? Or Rachel's? Kurt, you know I'm fine with-"

"On a date." Kurt interrupted; deciding blurting it out was easiest. (Ripping off a Band-Aid, right?)

Burt choked slightly on the mouthful of water he had just drunk. "A date? With who? I thought there was no one you liked at McKinley."

"There's not. Umm…his name is Blaine and he goes to Dalton Academy."

"In Westerville? How did you meet him?" by this time, Burt's entire attention was focused on his son, and Carole was listening interestedly. Finn, for his part, was looking smug.

"I went to Dalton last week to visit their Glee club. I met Blaine then, and we…hit it off." Kurt answered, looking down. He knew if he looked at his father, the lie would be obvious in his face.

Finn, hearing this for the first time, made a strangled sound between a laugh and a choke.

Kurt glared at his stepbrother as Finn coughed loudly to cover his laugh.

"So, can I go?" Kurt asked a moment later, when Burt had not spoken.

"Well, I don't know Kurt. This is pretty short notice, and I'm not happy that you went to Westerville without telling me…"

Kurt looked beseechingly up at his father.

"Please, dad? I really like him. He's polite and mature. I will tell you next time I go somewhere kind of far away, but may I please go? Blaine is amazing."

Burt looked at his son's earnest face, and nodded. "Where are you guys going for you date? And is he picking you up?"

"An Italian place about half an hour away…I think it's called Francesca's. I'm driving myself, because it would take him awhile to get here."

Burt didn't look ecstatic, but he nodded again. "Curfew's at eleven." He turned back to his grilled chicken, and the matter was dropped.

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Kurt had decided, after much consideration, to wear a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a dark green waistcoat over a tight black long sleeve shirt, and a pair of ankle length slightly heeled black boots.

The boys had decided to meet at the restaurant at 6pm, so Kurt left his house at 5:15, allowing for some traffic.

He fidgeted the entire drive; nervous that he was going on a date with a boy he barely knew anything about. Well, he and Blaine had exchanged multiple texts, but Kurt couldn't escape the fact that last time he had seen Blaine, he had kissed him. Kurt had never been on a date before, and his escapade at the club had been shocking to him. He still didn't know what had possessed him to dance with and kiss Blaine that night, but he was worried that Blaine would have already built up his own ideas about what kind of person Kurt was.

Kurt groaned at his racing thoughts, and plugged in his iPod, hoping to get some relief. He smiled as "Defying Gravity" came up first on shuffle, and he sang along, grateful for the distraction.

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Blaine looked at the outfits spread out on his bed critically. He studied the black dress pants, white polo, red bowtie ensemble, then turned his attention to the other set clothes. He nodded determinedly, and pulled on the pair of dark grey dress pants. He rolled up the hem a bit (a habit picked up after finding he was much too short for most pants) and put on his black polo. He straightened his purple and grey striped bowtie in the mirror, and triple-checked he had enough gel in his hair.

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He walked downstairs, the sound of his black dress shoes making echoes in the large empty house. The Anderson parents were gone for the weekend on business trips, and Blaine was alone. He was thankful for that fact, seeing as his date would have brought up awkward questions.

He walked out to his car and got in quickly. The faster he got there, the faster he'd see Kurt. Well, that was dependent on the fact Kurt would get there early. Blaine groaned, thumping his head down on the steering wheel (mercifully missing the horn). He had to calm down. Yes, this was his first date, but he and Kurt had already KISSED, for goodness sakes! Oh my god. They had kissed. What was Blaine DOING? Kurt probably thought Blaine was a player, and he was probably going to stand him up in fear of a one-night stand…Blaine groaned again and mentally slapped himself.

Calm down, self, he told himself. You are going to go on this date that Kurt agreed to, and have a great time. Maybe he'll let you kiss you at the end…oh gosh, his lips….

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Kurt arrived at the restaurant at precisely 5:50, parking next to a vintage silver Ferrari. If he had not been so wrapped up in thoughts of his imminent date, the car enthusiast in him would have certainly studied the car further. As nervous as he was, however, the teenage mechanic walked into the restaurant without a second glance to the car or the dark-haired boy inside it.

Kurt walked up to the hostess, and smiled at her. "Two for Anderson? I'm not sure if my date's here yet…"

She looked down at her computer and nodded. "Your date is not here yet, would you like to wait or be seated?"

"I'll be seated, thanks."

Kurt followed to hostess to a small table in the corner of the room, and sat down. She lit the candle on the table, handed him a menu, and left, smiling at the anxious teenager.

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Blaine got to the restaurant 15 minutes early, and spent 9 more in his car, taking deep breaths. He had his eyes closed, imagining the perfect date with no mishaps, and breathed in slowly. In for 8…hold for 8…out for 8…wait for 8…in for 8…hold for 8…out for 8…

When he thought himself sufficiently calmed, he climbed out of his car and headed inside the restaurant.

Blaine headed for the hostess desk and waited for her to look up from her computer.

"Two for Anderson? I don't know if my date's here yet."

Her eyes widened, but she quickly recovered and smiled. "Your date just arrived. Follow me please. "

She led him to a small corner table where a boy with perfectly coiffed hair sat with his back to Blaine.

Blaine smiled. Kurt.

He sat down in the seat across from the teenager, and Kurt immediately looked up. The two boys smiled at each other, barely noticing as the hostess set down Blaine's menu and said something about their waitress being out soon.

"Hi," Blaine said softly.

Kurt's smiled widened. "Hey," he said back, both boys a little unsure of the etiquette in this situation.

They were saved by the arrival of their waitress, who looked to be about twenty.

"Welcome to Francesca's! My name is Emily, and I'll be your server today. Can I start you off with something to drink?"

"I'd like an ice water, please" Kurt said, glancing up to smile at the waitress.

"Make that two," Blaine said, his eyes not moving from Kurt's face. God, he was beautiful.

As the waitress left to get their drinks, the two boys looked at each other awkwardly.

"Thanks for going out with me tonight" Blaine said, breaking the silence. "I didn't want you to be scared off after the club and think…" he trailed off, glancing down at his lap. A faint blush tinged his cheeks.

Kurt squealed internally. He's adorable! So sweet… "Don't worry," he answered out loud. "I was actually afraid you would be freaked out after MY behavior at the club. I'm not usually like that."

"Me neither." Blaine smiled more openly. "Well, if it's confession time, I spent about 10 minutes in my car before coming here. I was giving myself a pep talk."

Kurt giggled. "I was a nervous wreck, too."

After their confessions, the two boys conversation flowed a bit more easily. When the waitress came with their waters and asked what they wanted to eat, both boys picked the first thing they saw in the menu- wanting to get back to their conversation.

They discussed Glee clubs, schools, music, and their friends. They found they both liked the same musicals (Wicked and anything Sondheim), had fabulous (but different) fashion senses, and both wanted to visit Paris at least once in their lives.

After finishing their meals (Gnocchi alla mozzarella for Blaine, Pollo arrosto con romano for Kurt*), Blaine turned to Kurt.

"Dessert? They have a really good gelato here."

Kurt opened his mouth to refuse, but saw the earnest look on Blaine's face and caved.

"All right," he acquiesced. "Only if we share."

Blaine nodded eagerly and flagged down their waitress to order.

When the order was placed, Blaine turned to Kurt again. "Let's play twenty questions. Or, I ask you questions."

Kurt grinned at the eager face before him and nodded. "Sure. Maybe we could take turns? Or, wait, better idea. After you ask me questions, I'll ask you. Repeats allowed."

Blaine nodded his assent and asked the first question. "Favorite Color?"

Kurt laughed at the cliché question, but answered "Blue."

"Favorite Flower?"

Kurt blushed lightly. " I like classic red roses."

"Favorite subject in school?"

"French."

"Favorite candy?"

"Blaine, are all these going to be about my favorite things?" Kurt asked, stifling a smile. "But, um…dark chocolate."

"Parent's names?"

"Burt and Elizabeth. My step-mom's name is Carole."

"Step-mom?" Blaine questioned.

"My mom died when I was eight and my dad remarried last year."

"Oh." Blaine looked sad, but brightened when Kurt lay his pale hand over Blaine's tan one with a small smile.

"Well, do you have any siblings?"

Kurt laughed. "I have a step-brother named Finn. He's in Glee, too."

"How many times have you moved?"

"None." Kurt answered, right as their gelato arrived.

Each boy grabbed a spoon and tried a spoonful.

"Wow." Kurt said, looking down at the dessert. "That gelato is amazing. I do love mint-chocolate anything, though."

"I told you." Blaine smiled wide, lighting up his entire face. He resumed his questions after about half the dessert was gone.

"If you could have any superpower, what would it be? And why?"

Kurt thought for a moment. "I was going to say invisibility, to get the bullies at school off my back, but it seems like a cowardly thing to do. Hide from them, I mean." A dark expression crossed his face. "Well, I actually take that back. Sometimes, you have to hide. When they…get to much." He trailed off awkwardly and quickly took a bite of the gelato in front of him.

Blaine looked at him in understanding and slight fear for his date. What happened to him?

He noticed the uncomfortable look on Kurt's face and quickly brought up a new question. "First crush?"

Kurt giggled. "In first grade I had a huge crush on a kid named Jonathan Day. He moved two years later, but I always thought he was cute." He thought for another moment. "I had a crush on a girl once, too. Her name was Ann Perkins and she had the most beautiful blonde hair. I thought she was a princess, and I always played with her on the playground."

Blaine laughed. " I bet you were a cute kid. "

Kurt shrugged, spooning the last of the gelato into his mouth. " I suppose. My dad told me I always played with dolls and had tea parties every week as a kid. My mom thought it was adorable, he said he just needed time to process he wasn't going to have a football player son."

Blaine muttered something under his breath that sounded like "mine still hasn't realized", but Kurt didn't want to bring up more painful memories.

"Any more questions?" He asked playfully. "I don't think that was twenty."

Blaine looked up and grinned. "Right. First kiss?"

Kurt blushed heavily. "Well, last year before I came out I pretended to date a girl so my dad wouldn't find out. I kissed her. I also- Well, my first kiss that counted was…umm…it was you."

Blaine looked at him, surprised. "Really? That's surprising. I know Lima isn't all that accepting, but you are really beautiful- I mean, why wouldn't someone have liked you before me? Uh- I meant- you are really…cool." He finished lamely, staring at a spot on the tablecloth.

Kurt stared at him, a slight smile on his face. "You think I'm beautiful?" he asked.

Blaine nodded fervently. "Yeah. When I first saw you at the club, I thought you were the most beautiful boy I had ever met. On top of that, you were dancing, and that was really hot." He broke off, blushing himself.
Kurt smiled at him. "Thanks, Blaine. I think you're pretty cute yourself."

The waitress came with the check, interrupting Blaine's response, and the boys briefly fought over who would pay. They agreed to split it in the end, Blaine insisting on leaving the tip.

Kurt smiled at the gentleman- like behavior Blaine had displayed and got out of his chair when Blaine stood.

The two walked out of the restaurant side by side, hands close but not quite touching.

"I really want to take you somewhere else," Blaine said, fidgeting. "But we both have long rides home, and I don't want you to get in trouble for being out late."

Kurt shrugged, feeling a twinge of disappointment. "That's fine. Maybe we could go out again sometime?"

Blaine grinned at him, eyes lighting up. "I would love that. I'll text you later?" By this time, the two had reached their cars and Kurt realized with a start that the vintage Ferrari he had parked next to belonged to his date.

"This is your car?" he asked disbelieving. "A 1962 Ferrari 250GTO? These things cost a fortune."

Blaine played with his fingers. "Yeah. It was a present from my dad on my 16th birthday. He thinks cars are manly, and maybe he thought this would turn me straight. We also rebuilt a car one summer, another failed attempt."

Kurt looked at him sympathetically. "That sucks. At least you got an awesome car out of it!" He walked over to the car, and examined it carefully. "This is in really good shape. I can tell you take care of it."

Blaine nodded. "I do love the car. Some people would just ride it for shows and stuff, but I think it should be used on a regular basis." He watched Kurt for a moment, who was now running a hand down the hood, admiring.

"How do you know so much about cars?" he asked suddenly.

Kurt looked up at him, a slight smirk on his face. "My dad owns a garage. I've worked there in the summer since I was a kid and sometimes I work on weekends- depends how much help is needed."

Blaine stared at him, mouth open. Wow. Kurt has a fashion sense, loves music, loves cars, he's sweet but sarcastic...he understands me. I really, really like him. I wonder if… his thoughts trailed off as Kurt turned to him.

"Blaine, could I ride in this car sometime? If you don't want anyone else touching it, I totally understand, though."

Blaine laughed. "Of course you can. Maybe for our next date I'll pick you up and we'll go somewhere in Lima. Or we could just drive around so you can enjoy the car," he said, slightly teasing.

Kurt pouted at him, lip jutted out. "Not funny. Though, I would take you up on the offer if the gas price miraculously goes down in the next week or two. Then yes. Otherwise, I would be fine going anywhere."

Blaine looked at him for a moment, and then stepped closer. "Do you mind if I kiss you?"

Kurt shook his head vigorously, and leaned forward as Blaine came towards him. Their lips met in a chaste kiss, much like their first, but soon became hungrier. Blaine's tongue gently prodded at Kurt's closed lips for entrance and he was granted admittance immediately. Their tongues stroked each other gently, the lingering taste of Italian food surrounding them.

Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine's waist to pull him closer and Blaine leaned into the embrace, head angled up to Kurt.

They broke apart a minute later, gasping for breath.

"Thanks for the amazing date," Kurt, said softly, leaning his forehead against Blaine's. "I hope we can do it again soon."

Blaine grinned up at him, and nodded. "Of course. One more question before we go, though. I know it's only our first date, but I was wondering if you'd be my boyfriend?"

Kurt chuckled. "Of course I'll be your boyfriend." The two kissed again, breaking apart only when air became a necessity.

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Kurt opened his front door, a goofy smile on his face. Even after a half an hour alone, his grin wouldn't fade. He had a boyfriend! Who he kissed! Who he was going on another date with! HE HAD A BOYFRIEND!

Carole and Burt looked up from the couch where they were watching a movie. "How'd the date go, sweetie?" Carole asked, smiling up at her stepson.

"It was amazing. He was such a gentleman, and he asked me to be his boyfriend!" Kurt squealed. "I need to go call Mercedes. I'll talk to you guys later, ok?" he practically ran up the stairs to his room, and they heard his doo slam behind him.

"Well, " Carole said, turning back to her husband. "I think he had good time, don't you?

Burt grunted. "I guess. As long as he's happy and being treated well, I'm good with it. I just have to meet this boy for myself. He seems like a good kid, though."

The two adults listened as Kurt moved around his room, singing "Defying Gravity" at the top of his lungs.

They laughed.

Hope you liked it! Sorry if it seemed a bit rushed, I've been busy and my muse is kind of going crazy on me. Not that ideas are bad…. just slow down, yeah?

Please review!

Those dishes are from an actual place called "Francesca's". I have no idea if there is one in Ohio, but I have been to them before. The menu is handwritten and changes with the season, but this is what they ordered {this is taken from their website-not word for word}.

Gnocchi alla mozzarella -potato-flour dumplings with a tomato basil sauce and fresh mozzarella.

Pollo arrosto como romano- roasted half-chicken with garlic, shallots, rosemary, lemon, and olive oil. Served with roasted potatoes.

Yum :)