“Jane – ready to go? I thought we could maybe stop at that French restaurant over on Worth.”
“Oh, um…” Jane’s gazed dropped as she stared at the floor, feeling the blush spreading across her face. “You mean, like a date?”
Kurt laughed, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her closer to him. “Yes, Jane, a date. Dinner, maybe afterwards we could take a walk that doesn’t involve chasing down suspects, no paperwork to fill out. That sort of thing.”
Jane couldn’t help but laugh, rolling her eyes at Kurt. With a small smile, she said, “It’s just that… I’m not very good at … dating.” Not that she had much experience, anyway. But then again, the last time she’d tried to date she’d run off just ten minutes in. Not to mention the kidnapping. It wasn’t that she thought that would happen with Kurt, but she couldn’t stop the knot from forming in the stomach at the thought. Dating seemed… a little daunting.
“It’s not like it’s our first date,” Kurt said simply, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.
Jane looked up, confused. “What?”
“Let’s see, we’ve known each other for a year, we’ve slept together…” he grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together. “And we love each other. That’s at least 10th date territory, more like… I don’t know, 50th date or something.”
“Well… when you put it like that… maybe dinner would be nice,” she smiled widely. She stepped closer to Kurt until there was no space between them, pressing a kiss to their still intertwined hands. “Tonight, you said?”
Trying to write little ficlets instead of full stories. Hoping maybe that will spark a groove instead of the mostly nothingness and frustration that’s been happening.
Also, @gypsyscarfwoman doesn’t know it, but she is probably the only reason this story exists, so thanks for that.