"He asked you on a date?"

"Sam."

"And you said yes?"

"Of course I said yes, Sam."

"But, like, he knows you have to let guys grope you every night for work, right?"

"Yes, Sam, he is aware of that little tidbit."

"And he doesn't care?"

"Sam."

"I'm just saying, if I were to date you, I would so totally mind that my boyfriend is being molested by sleazy old men every night."

"It's just a date, Sam. It doesn't mean we're going to become boyfriends."

"Oh, c'mon, Blaine, he'd be crazy to not fall for you. You're a sexy beast, man. I've seen you in your underwear, you're like a… like a greek god or something."

"Aww, Sam, it almost sounds like you want to be the one I'm going out with."

"Dude, appreciating the fact that you are a good lookin' guy does not mean I'm going gay for you. A person would have to be blind to not check you out."

"Yeah, well—"

"Anderson! Evans! I expect those reports from you in the next hour, stop your yammering!"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Of course, Boss."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"So you think you'll get laid this weekend?"

"Sam."

—

"So I'm still getting free coffee, eh?" Blaine smirked and Kurt rolled his eyes as he trotted across the street.

"Of course, silly. And if you get a chance to come into the shop later, I'll give you a slice of Beth's world-famous rhubarb pie," he wiggled his eyebrows, handing Blaine the coffee.

"World-famous, really? Blaine questioned.

"Well," Kurt sighed, "as long as you don't count the world that extends beyond this street, then yes, it is world-famous."

"Ah, yes, the beautiful world of James street. I'd almost forgotten that was the planet we lived on. I was never good at geography."

"You just wanted to play with the toy guns all the time, didn't you?"

Blaine shrugged, "Guilty as charged. We still on for tonight."

"Of course," Kurt said, a bit affronted, "why wouldn't we be?"

"No reason, just checking. I'll just come into the shop around seven, sound good."

"Sounds fantastic," Kurt clapped his hands, but his eyes narrowed when he saw a man eyeing Blaine from down the street, "I guess I better let you get back to work then," he jerked his head towards the man.

Blaine's eyes flickered to him and he sighed, "Yeah, see you tonight, Kurt."

Kurt gave him an awkward smile and turned walking away. Blaine cocked his head to the side, watching the swishing of Kurt's hips.

"Stop staring at my ass, Anderson!" Kurt called over his shoulder.

Blaine laughed, "Only when it stops being perfect, Hummel!"

—

"You changed," Kurt said when Beth let Blaine into the back room of the coffee shop, later that night. Kurt was leaned over his desk, search through the receipts from the past month. Blaine came up to stand behind him.

"I'm sorry, did you want me to look like a prostitute, or—"

Kurt laughed, "No. It's actually kind of nice to see you in clothes that don't look like they're cutting off your circulation."

"You're one to talk, Mister," Blaine commented, swatting at Kurt's ass.

Kurt gasped, jumping a little. It was almost scary how much tighter his pants seemed after that one small gesture. He swallowed hard, "Been playing a hooker too long, Anderson? Don't even know how to go out on a date without making everything sexual?"

Blaine smirked, "I'm not sure if you can really blame it on my job or if it's just how sexy you look in those jeans. Plus, the position you're in…"

Kurt straightened up, his face heating.

Blaine paused, "Sorry if that was… I can knock the flirting down a peg," he was used to playing the part of Blaine the prostitute with Kurt on the street because he still had to keep up appearances, but he wasn't exactly sure if Kurt was okay with it when it was just the two of them.

Kurt smiled, putting a hand on his arm, "It's fine, Blaine. I'm just… not exactly used to people making those comments about me."

Blaine's eyes widened, "Are all the guys that come into your shop blind?"

Kurt laughed, blushing brighter, "I-I… I've just never thought of myself as… all that good looking before. The idea of someone flirting with me is… a strange, strange concept," he shrugged, tracing the tile on the floor with the toe if his boot.

"You know what, I'm going to make you believe it. You are a beautiful man, Kurt Hummel, and I'll prove it to you, no matter how long it takes."

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"And I'm going to start, tonight."

—

"Blaine," Kurt whined, "I asked you out on this date. I had plans."

Blaine stopped from where he'd been dragging Kurt towards the mall, "Did you have reservations?"

Kurt shook his head.

"Would it absolutely break your heart if I took over the date for tonight, and scrapped all your plans?"

Kurt frowned.

"We can do them another night, if you like."

Kurt's eyes brightened at that, "Another date?"

"I'm sure hoping there will be one."

Kurt pursed his lips, thinking. He sighed, "Okay, lead the way."

Blaine smiled brightly and he couldn't resist the urge to lean up and kiss Kurt on the cheek, before pulling the blushing man along behind him.

—

"You're buying me clothes?" Kurt asked incredulously, "I think my closet might burst…"

"We," Blaine said, "are having a photo shoot, but first we have to get you the absolute perfect outfit."

"A photo shoot?" Kurt said cautiously. He didn't like photos of himself. It was too easy to see all the imperfections.

"Yes," Blaine nodded, "and then we're going to look at every picture—and we're not going to delete a single one—and you're going to tell me what you see when you look at the photos and I will tell you what I see, okay?"

Kurt's brow was furrowed, "I don't know, Blaine…"

"That okay was rhetorical," Blaine said, "you don't actually have a say in this. You gave up your date planning rights and this is how I'm going to show you how perfect you are."

Kurt rolled his eyes, but allowed Blaine to pull him back towards the men's fashion department.

"Pick anything you want."

—-

Kurt picked out a pair of painted on dark gray skinny jeans and a purple silk shirt with a black waistcoat anddragon eye broach that he had actually had his eye on for a while. He topped it off with knee high black boots with dark purple laces.

He spun in a circle for Blaine once he had finished changing and Blaine had to remind himself that this was phase one of his make-Kurt-realize-he's-beautiful plan, not phase five, which included ravishing him and worshiping his body.

"Fantastic," Blaine breathed, shifting a little in his seat in front of the dressing room to try and relieve simultaneously relieve some pressure from his growing cock and hide his erection. "Can I do you hair?"

Kurt's eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest, taking a step back, "You are not shellacking my hair to my head, Anderson," he growled.

Blaine laughed, "No, no, I actually… I wanted to make it kind of… messy?" he questioned, noticing how Kurt was immediately on the defensive when he thought his hair was in danger.

"Messy?"

"You know, the sexy mussed, look-like-you-just-had-sex look."

Kurt flushed, swallowing hard, "Um… sure?"

Blaine smiled brightly, "Come kneel in front of me," he instructed, turning around to grab his emergency bottle of gel from his camera bag. When he turned back around Kurt was kneeling where he'd told him to, looking up at him with wide, calculating eyes. Blaine took a deep breath, shifting in his seat again. Kurt's eyes flickered down to Blaine's crotch and they widened even more. He seemed incredibly shocked that he had had that effect on Blaine.

"Sorry," Blaine murmured as he started running his hands through Kurt's soft locks, pulling them from the form the hairspray had shaped them into and making them fall flat against his forehead before opening the gel bottle and squirting a little onto his palm. Kurt tensed, eyes narrowing again. "I'm not using much," Blaine assured him, "and it'll help it stick up, not down."

Kurt nodded slowly and Blaine spread the gel around on his hands and fingers before sliding it through Kurt's hair, pulling and twisting gently, making it stand up wildly. He got a little more gel to add the finishing touches.

"Done," he announced and Kurt stood, heading over to the mirrors to check it out. Blaine wiped his hands off on a tissue and then went over to join him, propping his head on Kurt's shoulder. "What do you think?" he asked quietly, wrapping his arms around his waist, while keeping his hips away from him, his cock still pressing tightly against his zipper.

"Not bad, Anderson," Kurt said, smiling at Blaine's reflection in the mirror, bring his hands up to twine with Blaine's resting against his stomach.

—

They ended up back at Blaine's after the photoshoot, sprawled out on his living room floor with Blaine's laptop resting in between them as they looked through the pictures.

"What do you see in this one?" Blaine asked and Kurt looked at it critically like he always did. He was straddling a statue of a horse they'd found outside the mall and had quickly climbed on top and snapped the picture before the security guard could catch them.

"I see, how fat my thighs are compared to the rest of me."

"Really?" Blaine said, "I see a boy who loves to climb on everything and who has an incredibly muscular body that has been built to help him do that. Including thighs that could probably crush a man's head."

Kurt laughed, the blush he'd had on his face since they'd sat down still going strong. "Why would I crush a man's head when he's between my legs?"

"Maybe he's giving you a mind blowing blowjob and you're in such ecstasy that it just kind of happens," Blaine shrugged.

Kurt gaped at him, "That- that's not a good thing, that's a terrible thing! My thighs are a curse!"

"Maybe you'll just have to find a guy who's arms are stronger than you incredible thighs, so he can hold them apart and avoid death. And if he can't, well, he obviously wasn't right for you."

"Do you think your arms are strong enough?" Kurt smirked and then flushed when he realized what he said, "I mean, I-I… uh…"

"We could always test it?" Blaine said, wiggling his eyebrows. He inched closer to Kurt putting his hand on his knee and leaning in close. He gave Kurt a few second to pull away but the other man seemed frozen, breath coming in short gasps against Blaine's lips. Blaine leaned forward the remaining inches, capturing Kurt's lips. Kurt unfroze and moved his lips slowly against Blaine's, whimpering quietly when Blaine bit his lip gently.

Blaine's hand creeped up his thigh a little more, fingers brushing over the inseam of his pants and Kurt jumped back, flushed and panting. "T-too soon," he stuttered, "not tonight."

Blaine nodded, sitting back on his heels from where he'd been kneeling over Kurt. Kurt looked down at his watch and groaned.

"I have to get going anyway," he said apologetically, "I need my beauty sleep, and it's already late."

"Okay," Blaine said, a little disappointed, standing and pulling Kurt to his feet. Kurt saw the frown on his face and leaned in to give him a sweet kiss and wipe it away.

"We'll get there," he murmured, "I'm just not a sex on the first date kinda guy. You gotta try harder, Anderson."

Blaine smiled, threading his fingers through Kurt's hair to pull him in again, swiping his tongue across the seam of Kurt's lips, He gasped, opening his mouth to him and gripping onto his shoulders for support. "As long as I can do this…" he whispered, leaning his forehead against Kurt's, "I honestly don't mind waiting."

A/N: There's a link to the brooch Kurt wears on my profile if you wanna see it.