"So, is this a date or a friendly picnic?" Elliott asked, helping Kurt spread out a blanket over the grass.

Kurt chuckled, and began unpacking the basket. He had made Cajun chicken sandwiches, a bean salad and chocolate trifle for dessert. "How about we eat and talk, and then see if we want to kiss each other afterwards?"

Elliott chuckled, opening up bottles of root beer. "You think talking for an hour or so will change things between us?"

Shrugging, Kurt took a bite of his sandwich and thought about his answer as he chewed. "Well, I'd like to know more about you. Where are you from? When did you start singing? When did that 'thing' about trying to win over guys who don't like you start?"

Elliott rolled his eyes, but played along. "I'm from New Jersey, the land of endless malls. I've always loved singing, even before I was in school. My mom put me into all sorts of choirs and musical theatre groups."

"You didn't answer the last question," Kurt said gently, knowing it might be a more sensitive subject.

Elliott huffed, scooping up some bean salad on to a plate. "Oh, you know, typical stupid crushes on unobtainable guys. Straight guys. Instead of getting the point when they pushed me away, it just made me try harder."

Kurt squirmed a bit on the blanket, reminded a bit too easily of how he'd been around Finn. "Been there, done that. I crushed so hard on the quarterback at my high school that I introduced his mom to my dad. I think I said something like 'You both have dead spouses. Maybe you should talk.'"

Chuckling, Elliott looked interested. "Really? What was the plan there?"

"I was so obsessed with him I thought getting our parents together would make us spend more time together too. That could only result in him finally realizing he had feelings for me, right?"

"It didn't turn out that way?" Elliott asked, laughing along now with the story.

Kurt shook his head. "Oh, they ended up getting married! Still are, in fact, quite happily. Finn did grow to love me, but only as a brother." He left off talking about Finn's death for now. He could bring it up another time, when they knew each other better.

Elliott finished off his sandwich and dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "That doesn't sound so terrible, in the end. I had at least a dozen bad relationships in the beginning, but was too naive to realize it. By the time I had my first good boyfriend, I had some unhealthy patterns."

"Like what?" Kurt asked, genuinely curious about this man. Wanting to know what made him tick.

Sighing, Elliott laid down and looked up at the clear, blue sky. "Trying so hard to get guys to like me. Pretending to like what they did, dressing to please them, being a bit submissive in sex. Putting their needs before mine."

"And that boyfriend helped you break away from that?"

Elliott turned his head to look at Kurt. "Yeah. He told me about the whole 'he's just not into you' view of relationships. It felt weird at first, but I've been much happier since then."

They chatted on about relationships and their coming out stories, sharing some laughs and some more sad situations. Kurt liked how open and comfortable Elliott was being, talking about all this. He was finding that he was very intelligent and funny, and that just made him seem even more attractive to Kurt.

"Well, I'm glad we are getting to know each other better now," Kurt took a long sip of root beer. The non-alcoholic drink wasn't too sweet. "But I can't regret you having those wrong first impressions of me. I could have missed out on all those amazing blow jobs."

Elliott let out a little huff. "If we decide to date, I think you owe me the same number back before we do anything else."

"Nope. All sexual activity prior to today was part of our earlier deal. We are fair and square."

"Then you shouldn't claim you have never paid for sex. That were sex worker transactions."

"No money traded hands."

"But I was paying you back!"

"You were offering comfort and pleasure to a man overly stressed by financial burdens you caused him," Kurt jokingly argued back.

Elliott rolled his eyes and flopped back on the blanket. He had finished his salad and sandwich, so he shifted his empty plastic plate away. "Whatever. All I know is that I've gone down on you lots. You have never returned the favour."

"Well, I've fucked you twice, and you've never returned the favour there either."

That made Elliott sit up, looking at Kurt in surprise. "You like that? You switch?"

Kurt gave a small smile with his nod. "I've only ever topped with you."

Elliott dropped back down in the blanket and closed his eyes. "Fuck, I think you were right. Half of our first impressions of each other were wrong."

Kurt shifted closer. "Can I kiss you?"

Elliott opened one eye, glaring at him suspiciously. "Why?"

"Because we've eaten and talked, and I still want to kiss you. Will you let me?"

Closing his eyes, Elliott nodded.

Leaning down, Kurt gave him a soft kiss, and kept going, stretching out beside him and sharing lazy, soft kisses. Unhurried kisses. But eventually even those heated them both up.

"Can I kiss you," Kurt said softly, letting his fingers drag along the hard bulge in Elliott's jeans, "here?"

"You want to kiss me there," Elliott said, flicking his eyes downwards, "here?"

Kurt chuckled, and looked around the park. They were in a fairly secluded area, with nobody nearby. "No one will see anything."

He reached over, grabbing the container of dessert and taking the top off. He unzipped Elliott's fly, reaching in to stroke him, pleased at how hard he was.

Pulling his cock out, he kept it covered with his hand as he shifted down the blanket. Scooping up some whip cream and chocolate pudding from the dessert, he smeared it over the tip of his cock.

"Oh no, I've made a mess! I better clean it up," Kurt said, and leaned down to lick and suck him clean.

He kept doing that, discretely stroking Elliott, and occasionally sucking whip cream off him. Sometimes he scooped some dessert to offer Elliott, having him lick and suck it off his fingers. Teasing each other.

With a quick glance around, he pulled the blanket over Elliott's lap, and ducked underneath, taking him fully into his mouth for the first time. He could hear his moan, and he arched up off the blanket, his hand pressing down on Kurt's head. Despite his earlier protests, he seemed fully on board now.

Kurt knew he had to be fast, and he sucked and stroked him hard. He was good at this, and he was pleased how quickly he was able to emerge from under the blanket.

"I can't fucking believe you did that," Elliott sighed, just shaking his head as Kurt served up the rest of the dessert.

"So, are we dating now, or was that just friendly kisses and blow jobs?" Kurt said, opening another drink.

Elliott took a big bite of his dessert. "Well, seeing as you don't do 'Friends with Benefits', I guess we are dating. Plus, you give great head and know how to cook."

"Many great relationships have started with less," Kurt said, clinking his bottle against Elliott's.

"I'm really sorry about the chandelier, Kurt. I thought it would be anchored better than that."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "What's that old cheesy quote? Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift, that's why we call it the present." He had paid off most of the chandelier to the school now. Another month of extra shifts at the dinner and it would be done.

"To a new start," Elliott said, holding his bottle up toward Kurt.

Kurt clinked it with his own. "A new start." After taking a sip, he snuggled down against Elliott and sighed happily when his arms wrapped around him. He smelled fantastic, and Kurt kissed slowly along his neck, just loving the freedom to do this now.

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-A/N: Thanks for reading! Thanks again for 'I Hate Mosquitoes' for the seeds of this story.

-This ended fairly fluffy, but I think Kurt & Elliott will get back to exploring their emerging D/S interests with each other once their dating relationship is more established. They need to get to know each other more and establish deep trust to be that vulnerable to each other