AN: Day One: Early Klaine. Set during their first date around the time of Original Song.

Planning for first dates was one of the most stressful things Kurt's ever had to do so far in his life.

He wished he could lie and say that it was all fun and games, but it really wasn't. First, for some reason, Kurt's reasonably and exceptionally fashionable wardrobe had picked now to somehow look bad. It was like every shirt, sweater, pair of pants, belt, and even underwear decided to just not match. Second, Kurt's heart was beating so out of control that he thought he might go into cardiac arrest. He was so incredibly nervous that he couldn't even put his left and right socks onto the correct feet.

Mostly, Kurt just couldn't get the kiss out of his head.

It had been nearly three days since Blaine completely surprised Kurt by pretty much speaking out a cheesy pop ballad and kissing him without hesitation. Kurt could tell that Blaine probably rehearsed what he was going to say before it happened, and the stupid bird's casket was getting glitter glue everywhere, and anyone could have just walked in while it was happening, but in Kurt's eyes, it was perfect. He could still feel his lips curl up into a smile every time he thought about it.

Kurt felt like a thirteen year old girl seeing her favorite pop star in concert for the first time. This was just surreal. He'd been in love with Blaine for nearly five months when he thought to himself maybe Blaine just really wasn't that interested. But he just couldn't not like Blaine, not when his stupid but charming self sang in the Warblers and he was the kindest, most caring person Kurt had ever met other than his dad.

Eventually, Kurt came to a conclusion with his clothes. Being too elaborate with his outfits just wasn't going to happen, so he settled for something simple. He picked out a dark navy blue sweater with a silver zipper in the back, maroon jeans with rose gold stitching, and a pair of his classic ankle Doc-Martins. He combed his hair and got it to do his signature little swoop in the front with his bangs.

A loud bang on Kurt's door woke him from his dressing process. "Kurt?" It was Burt.

"Yeah?"

"Blaine's downstairs."

Kurt's heart flipped in his chest like an acrobatic silk performer. "Be right there!" He looked one last time in the mirror, taking a deep breath. He told himself to calm down. After all, he'd been on plenty of coffee dates with Blaine before.

Except now, this time, Kurt could potentially have a boyfriend by the end of the night.

He rushed down the stairs after he was done at his vanity, and there was Blaine, sitting on the couch. His head turned when Kurt entered the room, and Kurt needed to look down because of the blush on his cheeks. Blaine looked too handsome for words. He wore a black and white striped shirt with a blue cardigan half buttoned over it, with black jeans that were rolled up a little past his ankles, his feet tucked into blue boat shoes. His hair was gelled down, as it always was.

"Hi," Kurt smiled.

Blaine rose from the couch and walked towards him, feeling like there was a magnetic force compelling him towards Kurt. "Hi. You look really great."

Kurt flushed again and looked at the floor. "Thanks. So do you."

When Kurt looked up, he was met with the smiling, bright, excited face of Blaine. They just stared at each other in the living room for a while until it wasn't empty anymore.

"Hey, Blaine," Burt said from the threshold of the living room. Both boys snapped their heads up and looked towards Burt, who was smiling and crossing his arms.

"Hi, sir, nice to see you," Blaine said politely.

"You too. How long are you guys gonna be out for?" Burt asked.

"We shouldn't be too late," Blaine replied. "We're just going for dinner and a movie. Eleven should be the latest."

"That's fine. Kurt, just let me know if you need anything. You have your phone on you, right?"

"Yeah, Dad, we'll be fine."

"Okay then. Have a good night, boys."

"You too, Mr. Hummel," Blaine smiled. Blaine was practically born with a built-in parent charm, and though Kurt wasn't a parent himself, it had certainly worked on him.

As they were leaving, Blaine leading the way, Burt stopped his son and whispered to him, "Remember, if you need-"

"Dad," Kurt sighed. "This is Blaine we're talking about. He's my best friend. I'll be fine."

Burt just smiled, winked, and patted his son on the shoulder. Kurt hurried out after Blaine.

"Hi," Blaine said once they were out on the porch.

"Hi," Kurt laughed. "I think we've established the greeting part already."

"Right," Blaine flushed. "Did I tell you that I think you look great?"

"I believe so," Kurt said softly.

"Oh. Right" Blaine shook his head and looked down, his long eyelashes against his blushing face. It was so foreign for Kurt to see the usually put together and eloquent Blaine be nervous and bashful. He was still as charming as ever, though.

"Sorry," Blaine said. "I'm just a bit nervous. I've never been like...on a real date with someone before."

"Blaine," Kurt said, and Blaine looked up. "It's fine. It's just me, alright? I'm nervous too, but we just need to remember that it's just us. Okay?"

"Okay," Blaine smiled.

They got into Blaine's car and fell into a comfortable conversation. Kurt made sure not to talk too much or else he might not have anything to say later on. However, Kurt usually never ran out of things to talk about with Blaine. In the middle of their conversation, Blaine casually reached out and placed his warm, calloused hand on top of Kurt's, which was resting on his knee. Kurt stared at this hand covering his own, something he never thought he'd see, and squeezed Blaine's fingers back.

For a Friday night, Breadstix was surprisingly not that crowded, but it wasn't deserted either, so it was the perfect first date atmosphere. No screaming babies or arguing teenagers, but no silence and crickets in the background either.

The boys were seated at a cozy little booth at the corner of the restaurant. Once they ordered their food, the rhythm of the comfortable conversation returned. Something itched at the back of Kurt's mind, however, and he felt like he couldn't just keep going unless he asked something of Blaine.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?" Blaine took a sip of his soda.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Well, I wanted to know...why did you kiss me?"

Blaine's eyes flickered to Kurt's, and they immediately both felt a swelling in their chests. Kurt felt a little embarrassed, that these gorgeous hazel eyes were looking straight at him, and he really hoped that he didn't say the most uncomfortable thing ever.

"Because I think you're amazing," Blaine replied, his brain switching to brave mode. "Like I said before. You singing that song the other day...and it was all for a tiny yellow bird. It was just so you, Kurt, and I was so overwhelmed with this feeling that I couldn't not kiss you. It was almost if I had to. Like if I didn't, I'd regret it for the rest of my life."

Kurt's face was bright red, but not in an embarrassed way. He'd never heard another boy say such wonderful things about him before.

"...Sorry," Blaine said. "Was that too much? Was it corny?"

"It was a little corny," Kurt smiled. "But that's okay. I don't mind corny at all."

Blaine's relief deflated like a balloon. Then Blaine asked, "Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"What was it like for you? Our kiss, I mean?"

Kurt stared at him and gently bumped Blaine's knee with his own under the table. "You don't even know how long I wanted to do that for."

Blaine was about to reply when the waitress returned with their food. She placed the plates down in front of them and smiled, secretly knowing that this was probably an innocent, shy first date. She left them alone in peace.

"Really?" Blaine asked once she was gone.

"I've liked you ever since the first day I met you, Blaine," Kurt admitted.

"Really?" Blaine asked for the second time. Kurt rolled his eyes playfully.

"Blaine. I did my best to make it as obvious as possible."

"I mean, I know there was that one time on Valentines Day. But I just thought you thought I was going to be the one singing to you. Not, you know...Jeremiah."

"Ah, the Valentines Day mishap."

"Don't."

"When I Get You Alone is the perfect, romantic song," Kurt giggled. He enjoyed teasing Blaine.

"God, please no," Blaine mumbled, putting his head upon the desk.

"I'm sorry," Kurt laughed. "It was pretty funny."

"Underneath the part of me that still hates myself for embarrassing myself and getting someone fired, I guess it is."

Blaine lifted his head.

"It's also underneath the part of me that can't believe I turned you down."

Kurt shook his head. "You didn't turn me down, Blaine. Sure, I was really upset about it," Blaine visibly flinched at Kurt's words, feeling bad about what happened, "But I'd never formally asked you out or anything."

"I just really hope that you understood that it wasn't because I didn't like you," Blaine said. "It was because I liked you too much. I didn't want to risk our friendship because to be honest with you, I've never had a friend like you before, Kurt. I don't think I've ever been this close to someone in my whole life."

Kurt tried to contain his breathing, as it increased in speed. Blaine had just said exactly what Kurt had been thinking since the first time he met Blaine. Whether they were destined to be sensual lovers or not, there was no denying that there was a strong connection between them that blossoms between two people rarely.

Kurt rubbed his lips together and smiled. "I've never felt this close to someone either."

After dinner, the boys walked over to the movie theatre since it was in the same plaza as Breadstix. To be honest, Kurt didn't even remember the name of the movie because of how excited he was when he walked into the almost empty theatre. There were only five other people in the theatre: a group of three friends and one other couple. It was as if the first-date gods were looking down on tonight and trying their best to make things run smoothly for them. Kurt and Blaine sat at the back where they were secluded from the other people.

The lights were low, the theatre not too loud or too quiet, some character was giving a dramatic monologue about how his life was all messed up and how no one loved him...and Kurt and Blaine weren't even paying attention to any of it. They lay back in their seats, propping their feet up against the two seats in front of them since nobody was sitting there. They whispered to each other.

Kurt looked at Blaine in the darkness, their only source of light coming from the giant screen in front of them. An ocean blue color projected from the screen and into the audience, giving the room a slight hazy blue undertone. Blaine's eyes, though hazel, looked like a sparkling night sky in the blue light. They were almost doe shaped, wide as they stared at Kurt and as Kurt stared back. For a moment, they stayed completely still, just staring at each other as they tuned out the dialogue coming from the screen.

And then slowly, very slowly, they moved towards each other, sitting up a little straighter. Kurt cupped Blaine's face gently between both of his hands and kissed him deeply on the lips, his eyes sliding shut. Blaine's slightly sweating palms moved so that one was on Kurt's leg and the other was at his waist. Their lips made small noises when they separated and came together again. There was no ragged breathing or wild moans. It was sweet, simple, but still something that made the insides of their heads spin out of control.

Kurt was reminded of just a few days ago when Blaine first kissed him. How Blaine had been so gentle and patient, just like how he was now.

Blaine separated to rest his forehead against Kurt's. He whispered softly.

"Can we please be boyfriends now?"

Kurt smiled, and underneath that damned, obnoxious blue light, Blaine swore he'd never seen anything so beautiful. "Yes, of course we can."

They kissed again, harder this time, moving so that they were completely facing each other despite the arm rest and cup holder between them. Blaine's hand came up to lightly cup the back of Kurt's head, and Kurt's hand moved to the dip of Blaine's collarbone hidden underneath his striped shirt. And they remained like that for the entirety of the movie.

It was Kurt's first time ever being made out with. He never knew lips could feel so good on the skin. Blaine had the type of lips that could form beautiful harmonies around lyrics and speak wise things for someone so young. Kurt could now add that Blaine was an amazing kisser. He knew exactly how to kiss, and even though this was completely new for Kurt, he felt like he could keep doing this forever.

Blaine drove Kurt back home at the end of the movie. Kurt and Blaine, Blaine and Kurt, boyfriends. This was a feeling that the both of them were going to have to get used to. It was strange knowing that they could kiss each other or hold hands whenever they wanted, but it was also a relief to know that there could be no more secrets or tension around them now that their true feelings were out.

"I had a really great time tonight," Blaine said as he let go of Kurt's hand once they were standing on the porch. A single yellow light from above gave a dim glow. Kurt could just barely make out Blaine's features.

"So did I," Kurt smiled. "Thanks for picking me up and dropping me off."

"You're welcome."

"And thanks for asking me."

"You're welcome."

"And thanks for...everything else."

Blaine chuckled shyly. "You're welcome."

They looked at each other in silence again before Blaine pulled Kurt close to his body, giving him one last, hard kiss on the mouth. Kurt wrapped his arms about Blaine's neck and hugged him tight, their lips impossibly close now. Blaine wanted to memorize every detail of Kurt's lips before he had to go home that night and attempt to sleep even though he would just be lying awake, thinking about the most perfect first date in the history of first dates.

They pulled apart, and exchanged bashful grins. Would this feeling of butterflies ever go away? Blaine sure hoped it didn't.

"Text me when you get home, alright?" Kurt said.

"Of course," Blaine agreed.

"Okay," Kurt whispered. "Goodnight, Blaine."

Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek. "Goodnight, Kurt."

Kurt stayed at the door until Blaine got into his car. He waved to him and Blaine waved back before pulling out of the drive way. Kurt calmly and serenely walked inside of the house, pausing after he closed the door.

"Hey, kiddo," Burt said, walking down the hallway when he heard the door shut. "How was your date with Blaine."

In response, Kurt threw his head back, leaned against the door, and gone was the calm and cool act. He let out the most excited, giddy, and carefree squeal Burt had ever heard his son make.