Okay, so I don't think this is going to be a full on WIP, but I do want to add snippets in this verse here and there. So, if you're interested in the installments, they'll be posted here.

Blaine reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet, "here let me pay you back," he insisted, pulling out a crisp dollar bill.

"Forget about it dummy. It's on me," Kurt replied, smoothly pushing the other boys hand away. The two had walked the quarter mile to the diner and Kurt had gone up to the counter and ordered two burgers and fries and two cokes. They were now sitting in a booth all the way in the back of the restaurant. "And besides, a gentleman never lets his date pay."

Blaine's face turned a violent shade of red. After a little coaxing and a lot of fumbled conversation, Blaine and Kurt had fully understood each other. Or more like it, Blaine finally understood Kurt and Blaine found himself on his first official date...or at least one that counted.

"Are you saying I'm not a gentleman?" Blaine asked, surprising himself with his flirty tone.

Kurt laughed lightly, that same beautiful laugh that Blaine had swooned over for years, "of course not, but I asked you. Next time, you can pay," Kurt added with a wink that made Blaine blush even further. He didn't even think that was possible.

Blaine was too awe struck to touch the last comment with a ten foot poll so instead he changed the subject, "aren't you ever worried that you'll get, you know, caught?" Blaine asked timidly before taking a bite of his cheeseburger.

Kurt chewed thoughtfully and took a swig from his coke, "the simple answer is: yes," he replied, "but at some point I decided that the fear was worth the ability to live with a certain amount of honesty. I'm not going to run around shouting it from the roof tops, but if I meet a cute guy, and I'm fairly confident that they swing my way, I go for it. I haven't been wrong yet, but I'm just hoping there comes a day when I can stop looking."

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked.

"I mean that one day, I hope I find a man that I can spend the rest of my life with. Then I can stop looking," Kurt said with a shrug of his shoulders. "That's what everyone wants, right—to find someone they love that they can spend the rest of their life with?"

Blaine looked up at Kurt as if he was really seeing him for the first time, "I'd never really thought about it that way," he said simply. "I always just assumed that I would have to suck it up one day, find a girl that I liked well enough, and settle down. The idea of settling down with a man just never occurred to me. Wouldn't people realize?"

Kurt shrugged again, "maybe, but we would just have to pretend to be bachelor room mates," Kurt looked back at Blaine, a sad look in his eyes, "the thought of living a life without love is worse to me than any jail cell or insane asylum they could throw me in," Kurt said seriously. "I guess...I guess I'm just a silly romantic," Kurt said. A small blush appeared on his face, making him appear vulnerable for the first time that afternoon.

"It's not silly," Blaine replied immediately. He slipped his leg between Kurt's under the table. "I think it's beautiful."


"Here," Kurt said, tucking a purple carnation into Blaine's button hole. "You'll need this to get in," he added, attaching a matching flower to his own shirt.

"What is this place?" Blaine asked, staring up a flight of steep looking steps. He could hear rock and roll music coming from the top.

"It's a dance club," Kurt said, a mischievous look in his eye. "just trust me, okay?"

The funny thing was, after only one evening together, Blaine really felt like he did. Kurt led him up the stairs and used a complicated knocking pattenr on the door. A small hole at the top slid open and a pair of eyes inspected them. Blaine assumed they were checking for their flowers. Kurt was a celebrity after all. He must have access to some seriously exclusive clubs. Once the two of them were allowed inside, however, Blaine realized that it was an exclusive club, but not for celebrities, for people like them...for homosexuals.

"Wow," Blaine said, eyes wide as he took in his surroundings. All around their were couples and groups, all wearing matching carnations, and dancing happily to the music. It looked just like the sock hops that he went to at home, with one difference, there was not on woman in site.

Kurt smiled and curled his arm around Blaine's waist, "welcome to Sandy's, Blaine." Blaine felt his neck getting warm. He had been on a few dates before, but they had always been with girls, and none of them made him feel even a quarter of what Kurt was making him feel with an arm around him and his lips close to his ear to be heard over the music. "May I have this dance?"

Blaine smiled from ear to ear, "yes, yes you may."