[I don't own Glee, any of the songs referenced or lyrics quoted, nor am I making any profit from my spring-boarding off of other people's creative works with my own.]
"Enchanted"
[Kurt never went to Dalton to spy and thus never met Blaine in Ohio. Unless expressly stated, all of the events not including Blaine happened as they did in the show. The first scene takes place during season 4 episode 20 "Lights Out".]
"I can't thank you enough for this, Coop. The ballet was breathtaking." Blaine gushed, practically jogging alongside his brother to keep pace with his long strides as they made their way out of the Met.
"Just try not to embarrass me at the gala, squirt." Cooper said, eyes scanning the crowd of beautiful people over his brother's head. Blaine was so excited that he couldn't even be cross over being called 'squirt'. "I can't be the free credit report guy forever and the lucky person to discover my potential might be in this room."
"How did you even get an invite?" Blaine asked, awed by his surroundings. His parents may have been wealthy but Ohio country clubs were a far cry from the glitz and glamor of the New York fashion elite.
"Anna is a fan." Cooper replied casually, not clarifying that he meant one of the vogue dot com collaborators and not the editor in chief of Vogue herself. His bragging had the opposite of its intended effect, making his brother roll his eyes in exasperation. "Try not to gape too much, Blainers. This is going to be your scene soon."
"I toured a few campuses, Coop. Even if I get in and come here, I'll hardly be getting a lot of use out of my tux." Blaine replied, needlessly adjusting his perfectly knotted bow tie.
"Maybe not at first, but you've got the Anderson charm and—well, not all of the looks but you'll do just fine. Besides, with a famous family member there's instant name recognition. Worked for Charlie Sheen and Miley Cyrus." Cooper said in a way that he must have thought was reassuring and fraternal given how pleased he looked with himself.
"Given how that's turned out for them I think I'll change my name to Estavez." Blaine said.
"Why would you do that? Mom's maiden name is Tan." Cooper said, as usual completely unable to read the sarcasm or frustration in Blaine's tone.
Once they reached the bar Blaine almost immediately found himself abandoned as Cooper schmoozed his way through the crowd. He sipped his sparkling water, having refused Cooper's offer of a beer even though he was underage. Flashes of a very sketchy evening and a very awkward morning with his teammate Sebastian last year came to mind and made his cheeks pink with remembered mortification.
Kurt's smile was plastic and the warmth of his laughter didn't reach his eyes as he chuckled at yet another of Rachel's anecdotes. He wondered what he had been thinking, bringing his roommates to a work function. Now he was stuck in a cluster of women all clucking at stories of Isabel's protege when he was just a wee gay with a chip on his shoulder singing in his high school glee club.
This was his life since he and Adam had split up. School, work, home...surrounded by women all of whom wanted to talk at him or about him but never to him. Three years ago it wouldn't have bothered him in the least but this was New York. He had always imagined that the city would be filled with people just like him and they would all be drawn together by some fabulous magnet making them instant friends. He adored Isabel and he really had enjoyed his time with the Adam's Apples but he had hardly found the connection he was looking for.
"And you should have seen the way he threw himself at my boyfriend. Well, he wasn't my boyfriend yet but really it was inevitable. Of course we aren't together now but-" Rachel prattled on and Kurt looked around the room hopelessly for a way out. If he was lucky maybe someone would be choking on a canape or have their hideously flammable dress catch fire spontaneously and free him from this hell.
Perhaps it was the awkward way he was standing by himself, a head shorter than the glamazon models clustered on either side of him. Or maybe it was the flush on his olive cheeks and the far away look in those eyes. Brown? No, hazel. Whatever it was about the adorable boy that made him stand out in a sea of beautiful people, Kurt found himself staring quite blatantly the minute his eyes fell on the younger man.
Blaine was scanning the room uncomfortably and caught Kurt's gaze. He immediately turned, expecting to see someone incredibly famous behind him. Kurt giggled at the endearing gesture and then panicked when the man turned back around slowly to find his eyes again. Shit, now he thinks I'm a weird creepy stalker but if I look away then he'll know I'm a weird creepy stalker.
Blaine smiled slowly. The beautiful man with Isabel Wright was staring at him! His smile turned into a grin as the realization sank in and he began to catalog the man's features, finding them shockingly familiar. From the poised posture and the way that tuxedo clung to his shoulders and trim waist he thought the man must be a model that he'd seen in a magazine. Certainly he'd remember if they'd ever met before.
The Latina next to the modelesque man said something which make him pull a face and make what Blaine was certain had to be a snappy comeback. His eyes kept darting back to Blaine so the younger man gathered up all of his courage and started to walk over.
Kurt wanted to squeal with joy when he saw the man approaching him. God, the way he moves. Kurt could only think of the first time he'd seen a James Bond movie and enjoyed it for entirely different reasons than his dad as the dapper man with perfect hair and an expertly tailored tuxedo prowled towards him, drink in hand.
The walk across the room seemed to take forever but when they were finally face to face Kurt panicked again.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" Blaine asked earnestly.
"That's the best you could come up with on the walk over?" Kurt replied automatically.
"It was a pretty short walk." Blaine answered back just as quickly though a touch of embarrassment at his unintentional cliche showed in his blush.
"Really, it seemed to take ages to me." Kurt breathed the words.
"Sorry to keep you waiting for me." Blaine said.
"All my life." Kurt smirked.
"Wow I'm really late. Not very gentlemanly of me." Blaine said, not looking the least bit apologetic.
"I'd consider forgiving you if you asked nicely." Kurt cocked his head slightly. The two of them had fallen into flirtatious banter so easily that all of his nerves had immediately dissipated.
Blaine smiled dopily and Kurt beamed back. "Let's try that again. I'm Blaine." He extended his hand after swapping his drink to his other.
"Kurt. Enchanté." The taller man answered, taking his hand and shaking it palm down. Blaine marveled at the softness of his skin and held on a few seconds longer than necessary.
"Le plaisir est pour moi." Blaine said in cute pigeon French scraped together from his classes. It was Kurt's turn to blush. "It wasn't a line, though. I do recognize you." Blaine added after finally releasing his hand.
"From where?" Kurt asked, certain that if he'd seen a man like this he'd remember. "I just moved here over last summer so..."
"Oh no, I meant from your work. Probably a magazine or something." Blaine said quickly.
Kurt laughed brightly and the sound made Blaine's toes curl in his shoes. "Now that's quite the line." He said.
"You're not a model?" Blaine blinked owlishly.
"Not even a little. I work for Isabelle." Kurt said, leaving out the part where he was an unpaid intern. It sounded a lot less sexy.
"Oh! Sorry! I'm here with my brother. Actor, networking, you know that whole thing." Blaine said.
"Unfortunately, I do. What about you? Do you act?" Kurt asked, having a mini fantasy of Blaine filmed in black and white looking very dashing.
"Uh, no. Not really. I mean, yeah a bit. I sing, though mostly. And play a few instruments. Mainly piano. Mom insisted." Blaine said, realizing that he was rambling a bit. He smiled and looked down at his shoes.
"Really? I sing, too. That's my dream. Broadway." Kurt sighed.
"Yeah? I'll bet you have a beautiful voice. I mean, I like your speaking voice so...I...yeah." Blaine laughed at himself. He was a senior in high school from nowhere Ohio trying to flirt with some New York City fashion big shot with Broadway chops. I should probably quit now.
"Thank you." Kurt said, smiling broadly instead of his usual tight lipped grin. He looked up through his eyelashes and Blaine was struck dumb by those bright blue green irises. They stared at each other for a long, breathless moment before Isabelle's voice snapped Kurt out of his lovestruck haze.
"Kurt, honey? I need you over here. I can't make heads or tails of this seating chart." Isabelle called out.
"Duty calls." Kurt said, clasping his hands together and half bowing as he backed away. "I'll see you around?"
"Uh yeah. Definitely." Blaine said. For the rest of the night he only caught glimpses of Kurt as the taller man rushed here or there, making certain that the major event went off flawlessly. Every time he saw that perfectly coiffed tower of hair over someone's head his stomach would do somersaults but Kurt never stayed still long enough for Blaine to approach him again until after the party.
"Come on, squirt. I need my beauty sleep." Cooper groaned, half hanging out of the cab.
"Just one more minute, Coop." Blaine said, rocking up on the balls of his feet anxiously as he looked at the guests leaving.
"Blaine. In the cab or you're sleeping here. Come on." Cooper said, forcing Blaine to turn away from the doors with his shoulders slumped.
When Isabelle finally let Kurt go the first thing he did was scan the few remaining stragglers, looking for the man that had been clouding his mind all night.
"What's wrong, Kurt? Forget something?" Rachel asked, putting her arms around his waist.
"Yeah, the number of that douchey looking guy he was making eyes at." Santana chimed in.
"He did not look douchey, whatever that even means!" Kurt said defensively.
"Who?" Rachel asked, wide eyed.
"Come on, lady lips. He had on so much hair gel I could smell it from across the room. What kind of head pube disaster is he trying to hide under that raspberry mess?" Santana said.
"He was gorgeous." Kurt said, nose in the air. "And he smelled just fine."
"What did I miss?" Rachel asked insistently. Her roommates continued to ignore her in favor of arguing with one another.
"Aaand he's not here so can we make the four thousand mile trek back to Bushwick now?" Santana asked.
Kurt rolled over and punched Bruce, his boyfriend pillow, into a more comfortable shape. He stared at his cell phone, willing it to ring as his head swirled with memories of bashful smiles and warm eyes and quick witted remarks. But you didn't give him your number. Or your last name. Or anything. Oh the things I'd give him. He probably has a boyfriend. How could he not have a boyfriend? Kurt groaned, picking up his phone for the dozenth time, just in case. He stood up and paced nervously, chewing on a stray cuticle. The clock on the lock screen taunted him, reading 2:00am and nothing else. No messages. No calls. No Blaine. He set himself a reminder to schedule a manicure and fell back onto the bed only to jump up again and repeat the motions a few minutes later.
He heard the knock on the massive front door of the loft and pushed his brows together, pulling back the curtain to his bedroom. Neither Santana nor Rachel stirred so he assumed they weren't expecting anyone and he certainly wasn't. He decided to tell whoever it was to piss off before they woke up and started pestering him some more about Blaine. He got close enough to the door that whoever was on the other side would be able to hear him without him raising his voice too loudly. "Whoever you are, we aren't interested. Please leave."
"Kurt?" An anxious voice answered back after a brief pause. Kurt yelped and nearly tripped over his own feet reaching the door and unlocking it. He slid the heavy wooden door open and stared in disbelief. Blaine was standing in his hallway, still wearing his tuxedo. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone and his tie hung loose around his collar, revealing his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.
"How did you-? What-? I-?" Kurt stood there and stammered in his silky pajamas, utterly shocked.
"I forgot something." Blaine said, still looking anxious but having summoned enough courage to take a step forward.
"Oh?" Kurt said, his voice impossibly high even for him.
"Tonight was like a fairy tale." Blaine said. "And those always end with a goodnight kiss. And a big wedding, but we can wait until we have one another's last names for that if you want." He smirked.
"Screw last names." Kurt said breathlessly, rushing forward into Blaine's arms. The shorter man responded immediately, pulling him tight against his firm chest. Kurt's hand came up to cup Blaine's cheek and tilt his head up just so before their lips crashed together in a kiss straight from Kurt's fantasies. Passionate but not rough, deep without being messy. Their lips moved against one another, parting simultaneously to allow for the gentle slide of tongue on tongue as Blaine's hands fisted around Kurt's pajama top.
When they broke apart to take a breath Kurt was dizzy, wondering how long they'd been kissing and how Blaine could look even sexier with moist, red lips and those lovely, hazel eyes blown black. "I'd love to take you out tomorrow night, Kurt. May I?" Blaine asked, ever the gentleman.
"Yes. Please." Kurt whimpered, fearing that this was Blaine saying goodnight.
"Good." Blaine grinned again and then dropped his tone a bit lower. "Can I...could we stay in tonight?" He asked with that boyish nervousness that Kurt found so endearing.
"Fuck, yes. Please." Kurt's whimper was quite different this time and the sound of it went straight to Blaine's groin. He rocked up onto his toes to kiss Kurt forcefully and started to walk him backwards. When Kurt's hips hit the resistance of the back of his arm chair Blaine pressed against him fully, letting him feel his arousal.
Blaine rutted against Kurt's thigh, groaning needfully into his lover's mouth as his hands slid down Kurt's back. His palms mapped the hard planes of his body through the silky fabric before reaching his waistband. His fingertips slipped under the elastic and slid over smooth, firm skin. He inched his way downward until he could get two handfuls of Kurt's ass, squeezing firmly and pulling him forward just a bit, silently declaring his intentions. Kurt quickly decided that clothes and words were totally unnecessary.
In a flash he was nude and his body was being pressed into his own mattress as though his thoughts had just been made reality. As he felt the scrape of Blaine's stubble and the slide of his silky tongue down his torso he felt like another fantasy was coming true. "Blaine." He gasped the name aloud as that tongue traced the dip in his abs to his belly button before mouthing over his slightly protruding hip bones. Blaine grinned against the skin of his upper thigh before dragging his lips over the rigid cock sticking straight up from its nest of neatly trimmed hair. Kurt squirmed under the touch and then cried out in surprise when he was engulfed in wet heat. He lost himself in the pure pleasure of it, for once not caring about how he looked or sounded as he keened and writhed beneath Blaine's mouth and hands. He heard the snap of a bottle opening and his breath caught in his throat, not even wondering where the lube had come from. "God, Blaine...yes. Please hurry, I need you inside me. I-" *Kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight* "What? Who's playing that?" *I need help believing, you're with me tonight* "Blaine? Where'd you go?" *My wildest dreamings, could not foresee*
Kurt opened his eyes and stared at his bedroom ceiling in the mid-morning light. "Shit." He groaned and lifted his cell phone off of his chest and swiped his thumb across the screen to silence the song that was his alarm. He slid a hand down and palmed himself through his pants, stretching his aching erection and groaning—though from pleasure, embarrassment, or the fact that he now had a precum stain on his expensive pajamas he wasn't sure.
He contemplated bringing himself off to the fresh memories of Blaine's tongue and eyes and—no. He wasn't going to indulge in yet another silly, hopeless crush. He wasn't going to give Rachel and Santana more fodder for ridicule. He stood up and ignored his protruding erection as he went about collecting his things for a cold shower followed by what he was certain would be a exceptionally shitty day.
"You're sure about this place?" Nick asked, looking around the dimly lit piano bar skeptically. The crowd was pretty respectable but he wasn't sure how he felt about a band with such a ridiculous name.
"Callbacks? It's practically an institution. How better to celebrate being finally moved in and unpacked?" Jeff grinned, slinging his arms over the shoulders of his two roommates and fellow students. Blaine had been admitted to NYADA, his first choice school, while Jeff was attending NYU and "And this band is supposed to be awesome."
"What was it called again?" Blaine asked.
"Pamela Landsbury." A tall, dark haired man with an impressive amount of eyeliner rimming his bright eyes said. He was standing at the bar sipping water and wearing bright colored, well tailored clothes that seemed completely out of sync with his personal style and yet somehow worked.
"Yeah, I'd love to hear how they came up with that one." Nick snorted.
"Actually, it was one of our band members-Rachel." Elliott said with a smooth smile. "But the band was Kurt's idea." He hesitated. "And the outfits. I'm Elliott."
Jeff started joking with the taller man about his wardrobe but Blaine stopped listening the minute he said 'Kurt'. It had been six months but he hadn't stopped secretly carrying a torch for the man he'd met briefly on his last visit to New York. In fact, though he'd been planning on moving to New York after graduation anyway he had to admit, if only to himself, that a small part of his enthusiasm was the romantic notion that he and Kurt might find each other again and get a chance to finish what they'd started.
His eyes scanned the crowd but it wasn't hard to find Kurt. Firstly, he was wearing the same neon themed wardrobe that Elliott was, and secondly he was just as mesmerizing as Blaine remembered. Maybe even more so because Blaine had been dreaming of this moment for months. Elliott saw the awestruck look on Blaine's face and chuckled. He'd seen a few guys make eyes at Kurt but never one as sweet and so obviously his friend's type as this. "Hey, Kurt. Come say hi." Elliott called out, waving over his friend. Kurt approached, half-genuine smile in place before he caught sight of Blaine.
It is Blaine, isn't it? Good God, am I going insane? Is this another dream? Fuck, he's even wearing a bow tie...with a polo. Who does that? Kurt's thoughts raced rapid fire through his mind as his legs took him towards the group of young men without his consent.
"Kurt, this is Jeff, and Nick and...?" Elliott gestured to the men in turn, lingering on Blaine and realizing he hadn't asked his name.
"Blaine." Kurt breathed. "I don't know if you remember me. I'm-"
"Kurt. Enchanted. I remember." Blaine said dumbly, grinning holding out his hand for Kurt's.
"Pinch me." Kurt demanded.
"I'm sorry?" Blaine blinked.
"This has to be a dream." Kurt said.
"Now who has the cheesy lines?" Blaine smirked.
"Why do I feel like we're missing something?" Nick asked.
"We are. Our own show." Elliott said when he saw Santana waving at them and Rachel tapping her foot impatiently. "Kurt, we've got to go."
"I've got to go. Sing, I mean." Kurt said, looking a bit panicked. "Don't run away?"
"I'm not going anywhere." Blaine said emphatically. Kurt's expression relaxed just a bit as he began to genuinely believe that he wasn't going crazy. "But just to be sure..." Blaine reached out and gently pinched Kurt's arm. Kurt jumped and giggled. "Good, you're real. Now that we've got that out of the way, would you like to go out sometime? Any time? Tonight?" Blaine asked eagerly.
"Lady Lips, Glitter Stick...let's go!" Santana shouted.
"Out. With you. Yes. Oh, yes. I mean, sure." Kurt stammered.
"Wow. This is painful to watch." Nick whispered.
"Yeah. So why do they look so stupidly happy?" Jeff replied.
"Your guess is as good as mine." Elliott said before dragging Kurt off towards the stage.
"What the hell was that?" Nick demanded.
"Happily ever after." Blaine said with a lopsided smile.
"Enchanted" by Taylor Swift
There I was again tonight
Forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired lonely place
Walls of insincerity,
Shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you
Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"
Across the room your silhouette
Starts to make its way to me
The playful conversation starts
Counter all your quick remarks
Like passing notes in secrecy
And it was enchanting to meet you
All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you
The lingering question kept me up
2 AM, who do you love?
I wonder 'til I'm wide awake
And now I'm pacing back and forth
Wishing you were at my door
I'd open up and you would say, "Hey,
It was enchanting to meet you,
All I know is I was enchanted to meet you."
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
This night is flawless, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you
This is me praying that
This was the very first page
Not where the story line ends
My thoughts will echo your name
Until I see you again
These are the words I held back
As I was leaving too soon
I was enchanted to meet you
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
This night is flawless, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you