"Blaine! This is very quickly going to turn into a crisis if you don't help me!" Kurt flopped onto the large pile of (mostly designer) clothes on his bed. "I have nothing to wear!"

"You're so dramatic. Here, get up. I'll help you." Blaine took Kurt's hand and helped him get up off the bed. "Okay, first of all, what's going on? Why do you have all your clothes out?" Blaine asked.

Kurt felt his stomach do a little flip, and hesitated before he answered. "Um, well…" he looked away from Blaine. "Jeff asked me out. Like, on a date. We're supposed to go out tonight. Actually, he's supposed to be by to pick me up in 20 minutes." Silence.

"Wow, he's not wasting any time, is he?" Blaine let out an awkward laugh.

"Hush, you. He kissed me two days ago, and we're going out to a movie and then dinner. It's not like he's asking me to be his boyfriend, we're just going on a date." Kurt's stomach did another flip, and he had to sit down. "That's why I called you over. I need your help picking out what I can wear. I don't want to wear anything too… Outrageous. I want to keep it kind of toned down. It's just… Other than my Dalton uniform, I don't really have-"

"Toned down. I noticed. Your clothes are definitely not boring, I'll give you that." Blaine picked up a pink and silver sparkly button-down shirt, shook his head, and dropped it back on the bed. "Okay, where are you going to eat? That's what you should dress for." Blaine started going through the massive pile of Kurt's clothes.

"He's not as fancy as you'd think he is; we're going to Breadstix. Y'know, one day I'm going to get really sick of that place." Kurt let out an epic sigh and slowly got to his feet. "I was thinking about my new black Fossil skinny jeans and my white converse, but that's about as far as I got." He joined Blaine in searching through his clothes.

"Nice start. Black and white look good on you." Kurt tried not to blush. "What about blue?" Blaine held up a dark blue long-sleeved Henley.

"Uh, how about no? I wear enough blue during the week, thankyouverymuch." Kurt snatched the shirt from Blaine's hand and threw it in the hamper. He did wear enough blue during the week, and while he liked the colors of the Dalton uniform, they quickly became boring.

"Okay then." Blaine laughed. "What about purple? I know you like this shirt, I've seen you wear it before." He picked up a dark purple button-down with black pinstripes.

Kurt smiled and took it from Blaine's hand. "Perfect. Now see if you can find my white suspenders and white skinny tie and I'll be right out." He picked up his outfit and walked over to the bathroom, a smile on his face. He knew asking Blaine to help him would be a good idea; Blaine knew how to be stylish without being over the top, and Kurt really could use his ideas. He took off his blue and red striped tie, placing it neatly on the counter. Soon, his white button-down and gray trousers joined the tie, and he was dressed in his date clothes. Date clothes… Again, his stomach did a flip. This was his first date. His first real date. His first real date with someone he liked. His first real date with someone who liked him.

"Kurt? Kurt, you okay?" Blaine knocked on the door. "Kurt, you sound like you're hyperventilating, what's going on?" It took a few seconds, but the door creaked open, and Kurt saw Blaine crouching down, holding his tie tack, which he had used to unlock the door. "Whoa, whoa, Kurt, you look like you're going to pass out. Come here." He half-crawled over to his friend, and helped pull him up to standing.

"It's a date, Blaine. It's a freaking date." Kurt's voice was quiet, and on the verge of squeaking.

Blaine laughed as he led Kurt over to a clear spot on his bed. "Yes, Kurt, it's a date. Are you going to be okay?" Kurt's breathing had slowed down, but his face was still white. "Seriously, are you going to be alright? I can call Jeff if you need me to, tell him that you're sick or someth-"

"No! No, i-it's fine. I'm just… Blaine. I've never been on a date before." Kurt closed his eyes and leaned back on the mess of clothes. Blaine sat across from Kurt on Nick's bed, watching his friend carefully. "So, I'm a little nervous. Okay, actually, I'm a lot nervous." He sat up suddenly. "What if I say the wrong thing? Or if I trip? Or insult him? What if I get food all over my clothes? What if-"

"Kurt. Chill. It's a date, not a meeting with an executioner. You'll be fine. Stop with the 'what if's, they won't get you anywhere. Jeff likes you, okay, and you like him. Right?" Kurt nodded. "That's all that matters. Everything will be good, don't worry." Blaine smiled and walked over to Kurt. "Now here, I found the tie and suspenders. Put them on, Jeff will be here any minute." Kurt picked up the accessories Blaine had laid out for him and started putting them on.

"Thanks, Blaine." he said quietly. Kurt worked quickly, snapping the suspenders on the tops of his jeans.

"No problem. It's what friends are for, right?" Blaine smiled. "Need help with the tie?" Kurt's fingers were shaking, and he couldn't get the tie right.

"Yeah. I still prefer bow ties, but the skinny tie looks better. Straight lines and all." His voice was quiet. Blaine moved closer to him, and placed his hands on the tie around Kurt's neck. Kurt tried to ignore the pounding of his heart, and tried not to think of the pink color his cheeks would be by now.

"Okay, now." Blaine's voice was quiet. "The rabbit hops over the log. The rabbit crawls under the log…"

Kurt laughed. "The rabbit? Really?"

"Hey, my dad taught me that when I was little. Don't make fun." Blaine smiled a half-smile that didn't quite reach his hazel eyes. "The rabbit runs around the log one more time, because he's trying to outsmart the fox. Now the rabbit dives into his rabbit hole." Kurt's breathing had slowed, and he was just focusing on Blaine's hands, still on his tie. "Kurt…" Blaine sighed. Kurt said nothing, just waited for Blaine to say whatever it was he needed to say. "Kurt, I-" a few knocks at the door interrupted.

"Coming!" Kurt jumped away from Blaine, and hurried toward the door. He flung it open, and just stood there, his jaw slack.

"Going to say hi?" Jeff laughed at Kurt's reaction. Kurt had never seen him out of the standard Dalton uniform, and he wasn't quite sure what to think. Jeff was wearing dark blue jeans, a pair of black trainers, a black long-sleeved sweater, and a charcoal gray peacoat. It was simple, but the way the shirt clung to his chest and showed every defined muscle, and the way the jeans sat low on his hips, made Kurt just about forget where he was.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Hey." Kurt could feel the blush creeping back up his neck. "You look good."

"Thanks, so do you. You ready to, um, go?" Jeff caught sight of Blaine. "Hey, Blaine, what's up?" Kurt thought Jeff's voice had an edge to it.

"Not much, man, just helping Kurt pick out some clothes." Blaine had put his charming persona back on. "As you can tell, he needed the help." He laughed and gestured toward the pile on the bed. "But now that you're here and he's ready, I'll head out. You guys have a good time. See you later." Blaine smiled and made his way between Kurt and Jeff to get out of the room.

"See you, Blaine. Thanks for the help!" Kurt called after his friend. Blaine turned back and smiled, then kept going.

"I gotta say, if he helped you pick that out, maybe I should have him help me pick out my clothes, too. You really do look good, Kurt." Jeff stepped into Kurt's room. "And holy cow, you have a ton of clothes. Do you even get the chance to wear them all?" Jeff made his way over to Kurt's bed and stared.

"No, but I couldn't leave all my clothes at home, I needed at least a few things to wear when we're not in classes. And this is only a small fraction of the clothes I own. You have no idea how much I really have." Kurt smiled, thinking of the immense collection of clothes that were still at his house in Lima. "Anyway, we better get going." Kurt moved to pick up his Marc Jacobs toggle coat (he loved Gilt Group) but Jeff beat him to it.

"Here." Jeff held it up so Kurt could put his arms in. "Again, you look great. You ready?" Kurt smiled, grabbed his keys, and nodded.

"Let's go. I don't want to miss the trailers." Jeff commented as he and Kurt made their way down the deserted stairs leading to the main doors.

"I love the trailers. My friend Mercedes always made us late and we'd always miss them. I don't think she ever figured out why I started telling her the movies started 20 minutes before they did…" Kurt smiled.

"Nice one. I've had to do that with Nick and Eric a few times. They're always late to everything, it drives me nuts."

Kurt watched as Jeff walked a little faster than he did, and got to the door. "Why, thank you, sir." He smiled when Jeff held the door open for him.

"You're welcome." Jeff held his hand out to Kurt, who took it. "Ready for The Roommate?"

"Of course."

.....

"Oh my god, I could not believe how hot Cam Gigandet was!" Kurt exclaimed as they pulled into the Breadstix parking lot.

"I know. I loved him in Twilight, but he was so much better in this." Jeff grinned at Kurt before he got out of the car and walked around to Kurt's side. At the movie theater, he had informed Kurt that since he had asked him out, he was going to get the doors for him, and pull his chair out, no arguments. Kurt loved it.

"Thanks, Jeff. That movie was great. I'm glad we saw it." Kurt let Jeff take his hand when he got out of the car, and thought he could get used to this.

"I'm glad you came to see it with me. For a little bit there I thought I'd have to go with Wes. He's been bugging me to go see it, but he doesn't do well with scary movies. He's ruined many of my clothes with popcorn butter stains." He grimaced at the thought.

"How on earth-?" Kurt had a questioning look on his face.

"He throws popcorn when he's freaked. He just has an uncanny ability to throw it at me, even if it's pitch black in the theater." Jeff sighed, then reached in front of Kurt to open the doors to the restaurant.

"Wow. Glad to know, since Nick wants to have a Saw marathon this weekend. I'll make sure that Wes sits on the other side of the room." Kurt walked in, and went to the host stand. "Two, please." The little dark-haired hostess smiled at Kurt and Jeff, then picked up the menus.

"This way." She said. Jeff still had Kurt's hand in his, and the hostess noticed. "We've got this really great dessert that we debuted the other day. It's great for sharing. It's called the Bleeding Heart." Kurt looked at Jeff, and tried not to laugh. "Well, here's your seat! Ellie will be your server tonight." She set their menus down on a table. The booth she had taken them to was in a darker section of the restaurant, in the corner.

"Well, the secluded table, the 'bleeding heart' dessert… Think she knows we're on a date?" Jeff asked as they sat down across from each other.

"The thought had crossed my mind." Kurt grinned. "I like your jacket, by the way." He said as he took off his own coat.

"Oh this? I've had this for a while. I have a lot of peacoats, this is just my favorite." He shrugged out of it and set it to the side. "I kind of dig the purple on you."

"Well, purple is the color of royalty." Kurt grinned at Jeff and opened his menu. "I really like their Caesar salad. Have you tried it?" he asked.

"You are not eating salad. You've got to eat real food for once. Share the lasagna with me." Jeff gave a dazzling smile, and it was impossible for Kurt to say no.

"Fine. This time. But next time, I'm eating whatever I want." He smiled.

"Next time, huh? So you want to do this again?" Jeff asked as he took Kurt's menu and stacked it on his own. Kurt's face turned red again. "I really like that shade of pink on your cheeks. It's kind of adorable."

"Better get used to it, since we are doing this again. Only next time, I'm paying. And driving. And getting the doors and chairs." Kurt reached his hand across the table to hold Jeff's. "Deal?"

"Deal." Jeff let Kurt take his hand.

"Hey, boys, sorry to interrupt! I'm Ellie, your server! What can I get you to drink tonight?" their waitress had arrived, her bright red hair in a tight ponytail on the top of her head moving as she spoke.

"I'll take a Dr Pepper, and he'll take a Diet Coke. And we're actually ready to order, we'll just share the lasagna." Jeff smiled a dazzling smile at her.

"Okay! I'll be right back with your drinks!" she cocked her head to the side like a happy puppy, turned on her heel and bounced away.

"… Wow." Kurt stared at the girl as she left.

"… Yeah." Jeff leaned in toward Kurt. "What do you think she's on?"

"Vitamin D. Gotta be Vitamin D." He shuddered, remembering the one time he and the other boys from New Directions had taken the tablets before a performance. That night, he had organized his entire wardrobe by color, reorganized his room, and baked a 5-layer layer cake. He never wanted to do that again.

"Vitamin D? Oh, I see a story here. Tell me." Jeff looked interested.

"No. Nope. Not saying anything." Kurt tried to move his hand from Jeff's, but Jeff held tighter. "It was a bad time! You don't want to know!" Kurt started laughing.

"Tell me or I start singing."

"No!"

"Something really embarrassing. Like Britney Spears. Or Queen." Jeff wiggled his eyebrows at Kurt.

"I'm keeping my mouth shut. Not saying anything." Kurt mimed a zipper on his mouth.

"Alright then." Jeff inhaled loudly. "Caaaaaan, aannybooodyyy-" Kurt smashed his free hand over Jeff's lips, shushing the Queen song that was already attracting attention. Jeff raised his eyebrows, feigning innocence.

"Fine! Fine, I'll tell you what happened, just please, please stop singing!" Jeff smiled under Kurt's hand. "I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth. But only if you promise not to sing. Do you promise?" he nodded. Kurt removed his hand.

"Fiiind meeee-" he put it back. Quickly.

"You promised!" Kurt squeaked. Jeff shrugged his shoulders, then winked at him. "I'm not moving my hand." At that, Kurt felt something wet slide across his palm. Instinctively, he retracted his arm and wiped his hand on his jeans. "You licked me. I can't believe you licked me!"

"When a situation like that presents itself, I can't let it go by." He smiled.

"Hi boys! I'm back! Here are your drinks! Do you want straws? Here ya go, have a couple straws. Your food will be out in just a bit!" the server had bounced away before Jeff and Kurt had even realized what happened.

"Maybe she's on speed, too…" Kurt guessed.

"Maybe. But you need to tell me your Vitamin D story. I even quit singing so you could tell me."

Kurt let go of Jeff's hand (had he been holding it this whole time?) and reached for his soda. He took his time unwrapping his straw and placing it in the glass, and looked at Jeff while he took a drink. Jeff just looked right back at him, a smile on his face.

"Alright. I guess I could tell you about the Vitamin D incident. But only if you tell me an embarrassing story about you…"

"Oh, don't worry. I have plenty of embarrassing stories to choose from." Jeff laughed. "Now tell me."

Kurt let out a dramatic sigh before beginning to speak. "Well, Mr. Schue, the glee club director, set up a competition between the boys and the girls…"

.....

"I had a really good time tonight, Jeff." Kurt was standing outside his and Nick's room, leaning against the wall. Jeff was standing in front of him, holding both of Kurt's hands in his own.

"I did too." Jeff smiled at Kurt, who's cheeks were still tinged pink. Kurt had told Jeff about the Lady GaGa performance (10 inch heels included), his Defying Gravity diva-off with Rachel, and his dad's heart attack. Jeff talked about his older sister and her life in the Peace Corps, the time he caught his own hair on fire (eyebrows, too), and his last boyfriend, who was now pretending to be straight for the sake of his politician mother.

"We are going to go out again, right?" Kurt asked, his eyes searching Jeff's.

"Only if you want to." Jeff was quiet.

"Duh, of course I want to. But like I said, next time it's my treat. We'll take my car, I'll get your doors, and I'll spoil you."

"I like the sound of that." Jeff leaned in, and Kurt met him halfway. They shared a sweet kiss, their hands still clasped together, their eyes both closed, enjoying the moment. After a few seconds had passed, they parted for air. "Wow. Has anyone ever told you that you're a great kisser?" Jeff chuckled and pulled Kurt in for a close hug.

"Oh yeah. All of my imaginary boyfriends told me I'm great." He rolled his eyes and settled into the hug.

"I gotta get back to my room, I kind of abandoned my essay for history to get ready for tonight…" Jeff sighed, but didn't let go of Kurt.

"I have a test in pre-calculus tomorrow morning that I haven't studied for. I couldn't focus on anything long enough for it to sink in, so I blew it off." Kurt tried to move his arms from around Jeff, but Jeff pulled him back in, kissing him one more time.

Kurt let himself get drawn into the kiss this time. Jeff's hands moved from Kurt's back to his hips, and Kurt gripped Jeff's coat. They stood like that for a time, kissing, holding each other close, until a loud door slam made Kurt jump.

"S-sorry, I've got to go…" Kurt mumbled his apology, his eyes staring at the floor. His lips felt tingly, almost numb. He wondered how red his face was.

Jeff kissed Kurt on his cheek, then turned to leave. "Don't worry about it, Kurt. Just remember, you're paying next time." Kurt couldn't help but smile back at the boy who had just made his head spin.

"I'll text you tomorrow." He called.

"You better." Jeff winked, then continued on his way. Kurt's stomach flipped again (how many times had that happened tonight?) and he let himself into his room. He was met with total darkness and the sound of Nick's snoring.

"Wonderful. Earplugs tonight, then." He sighed as he set his coat on the coat rack they kept by the door and slipped his shoes off. He turned on the light (Nick could sleep through anything) and decided to tackle the mass of clothes still sitting on his bed.

An hour and a half later, all of the clothes were neatly put away, Kurt was in his pajamas, and his uniform for the next day was laid out. He switched off the light, crawled into his bed, and was just about to fall asleep when his phone lit up with a message.

You're amazing. Just thought you should know. -jeff

Kurt smiled, and texted back a quick, I already knew that. ;) See you tomorrow. He fell asleep moments later, thinking of the kiss in the hall.

.....

"How was the date, man?" Eric asked Jeff when he got back to his room.

"Pretty awesome. That roommate movie… You better not be getting my sister's name tattooed anywhere." Jeff was more freaked out by the movie than he cared to admit.

"Considering I've never met your sister and I have no idea what you're talking about, I doubt I will." Eric rolled his eyes and went back to the Rolling Stone he was reading. "So other than watch a weird movie, what else did you guys do?"

"We went to Breadstix. I'm really getting sick of that place. I just hope Kurt picks something different next time." Jeff had taken off his coat and shoes and was looking through his dresser for sweats.

"Next time?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, he wants to go out again." Jeff found the NYU sweatpants he was looking for.

"Do you?"

"Do I what?" Jeff asked his roommate.

"Do you want to go out with Kurt again?" Eric repeated. The short brunette boy sometimes thought his blonde roommate really was a dumb blonde.

"I do. I like him, Eric. He's cool." Jeff smiled as he changed into his sweats, leaving his shirt off. The Dalton dorm rooms had a tendency to overheat.

"Yeah, well, just make sure you don't hurt him or anything, dude. I think you might get killed for that." Eric turned the page.

"What do you mean? I doubt I'd hurt him. I like him. Are you not following me here? I. Like. Kurt." Jeff sat down on his bed.

"I know you do. But I also know that Blaine is his best friend here, and you know how he is."

"Wait, you don't think that-"

"That Blaine might like Kurt, too?" Eric interrupted. He didn't look up from his magazine, but continued. "Have you seen the way he looks at him? There's something there. I'm just saying, if you hurt Kurt, Blaine will kill you, and then be there to pick him back up and be his hero. You don't want that to happen. Just be good to Kurt, and don't flirt with other guys like you usually do. 'Cause, damn, you flirt a lot."

"… Huh." Jeff didn't say anything else, just slowly got into bed. He picked up the unfinished history essay he had left on his nightstand, and absentmindedly started working on it. It took him more time than he should have (he kept imagining Kurt's pink face after they had kissed), but soon enough, he was done. He set it back on the nightstand, then picked up his phone and shot off a text to Kurt. He had barely turned off the light when his phone lit up, and he read Kurt's message. Jeff went to sleep with a smile on his face.

.....

"Blaine. You doing alright over there?"

"What?" Blaine looked over in the direction the other voice was coming from. He was nestled in his embarrassingly large pile of pillows, a weathered copy of Catch 22 propped up on his legs. Wes was sitting on his own bed, a concerned look on his face.

"You've, uh, been on that same page for 30 minutes. You sure you're okay?" Wes asked. He noticed how Blaine looked; disheveled, tired, and a mess. His hair was crazy, his glasses were askew, the pajamas he wore were the same ones from the last two nights (that never happened, he washed clothes the second he was out of them), and he hadn't shaved.

"I'm good, I'm… good." Blaine cleared his throat, fixed his glasses, and stretched his arms out a bit. "I'm just tired. Midterms and everything." He nodded to himself, and turned back to the book he was ignoring.

"Okay. Just, you're kind of… Off. You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I promise not to freak out next time you start talking about how hot Johnny Depp is." Wes tried to be supportive, but he could only see Johnny Depp as a badass pirate. Blaine looked like he was about to answer, when he heard the main doors to Windsor open.

"Hold on a sec." Blaine got up from the bed, letting the book fall to the floor. He opened the dorm room door quietly, and peeked outside. The hall lights were off (it was after 10, when the lights automatically went out), but he could see two figures at the end of the hall. He heard a few quiet laughs, and then realized he was watching Jeff and… and Kurt. He watched as Jeff leaned toward Kurt, Kurt moved forward, and they kissed. Blaine's stomach felt odd, and his mouth was dry. He knew he shouldn't have been watching, but he couldn't make himself shut the door. The boys broke their kiss, and for some reason, the feeling in Blaine's stomach went away. He was about to shut the door and go back to his reading when he saw Jeff move back toward Kurt, who he still had in his arms. This kiss was different, Blaine realized. This kiss was full of want, and need, and the two boys down the hall were pulling each other closer, until it looked like they had melted together. Blaine couldn't keep watching. He stepped back, and shut the door with a little more force than was necessary.

"Whoa, Blaine, what the hell? You trying to wake up the whole hall?" Wes sounded pissed.

"S-sorry, didn't realize it was that loud. I, um, I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow." He stumbled back to his bed and got in, dropping his glasses on the nightstand and leaving his book on the floor. Blaine pulled his dark green comforter around his shoulders, shut his eyes, and tried to relax.

What the hell just happened?

Blaine fell asleep, the image of his two friends pushed up against the wall on his mind.