So yeah, I decided to write some fluff and play around with some stuff regarding my favourite couple's jealousy and trust aspect of their relationship. And, because of that, I now have an AWESOME excuse to have a kissing booth at Dalton, because, really, you can't not get a tiny bit excited by that ;P So yeah, I imagine this being set after episode 22/New York, but there's not very many spoilers. It was originally a oneshot, and it was actually written that way too. But, I've learned from past experiences that oneshots do not end up nearly 9000 words long, so I ended up splitting this into 5 chapters :3 I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: The following "gLee" aspect of this story does not belong to me, because, if it did, the show would literally transform into the "KURT HUMMEL" or "KLAINE" show XD (I have no shame in admitting this.)
"… so the Council proposes that, before this school year ends, the Warblers shall have their first ever kissing booth in order to fundraise and promote our school," Wes finishes proposing.
Blaine's sitting on the couch as he mindlessly stares at his phone, waiting for a reply from Kurt. He's vaguely aware of the rest of his glee club mates chatting enthusiastically around him about the dean requesting they do something for the school's annual end-of-year fair… until he's able to fully process what the Council just said.
"… the Warblers shall have their first ever kissing booth…"
Kissing booth.
What?
The dapper curly head hesitantly raises a hand up and stands from his seat once Wes gives him a nod. He quietly hides his phone away before speaking. "Excuse me, but why are we agreeing to a kissing booth?" Blaine asks carefully; he's gotten into trouble with Head Council by failing to pay attention before, and he'd really rather not have that happen again. "I'm sure there are other ways for us to raise money and promote our school," he lightly suggests, trying to distract from the fact he doesn't know what's going on.
Thad's eyes bore into his though and he calmly replies, "Warbler Blaine, have you not been listening to the meeting for the past –" the black haired boy glances quickly at a clock before returning his gaze back to Blaine, his expression stonier than before. "– 10 minutes?" he finishes in a flatter tone.
"I was listening actually," Blaine coolly lies, because he obviously wasn't paying attention, too busy waiting for his boyfriend's reply. But the Council doesn't need to know that. "I'm merely wondering why all of us have to take part in this booth, when there are other options to explore." Yeah, that sounds okay – hopefully they'll eat it up, the dapper boy hopes.
"Warbler Blaine," David begins to chip in, his voice in a much kinder tone than his dark haired friend, "the group has mutually agreed that the Warblers must participate in this fundraiser as a group. It would make the most sense if we all took part in the same activity, so that confusion would be easily averted when announcing what we choose to take part in."
"What do you mean?" Blaine interjects, honestly not understanding what his friend was talking about.
David looks at him with a slightly arched brow. Damnit, the Anderson realizes then, I've just been caught. Mercifully, David doesn't call the curly head out on this and just answers his question, "Meaning, that it would be easier to announce 'the Warblers doing a kissing booth' rather than 'the Warblers minus Blaine doing a kissing booth'."
Blaine lets out a breath and tries to keep the heat from reaching his cheeks. "Well," he simply says then, unconsciously slacking from his stiff posture.
"As for the kissing booth aspect of it," Wes cuts in, "it seems the most creative out of the ideas we've come up with so far. While we acknowledge and respect if it makes anyone feel uncomfortable to be kissing a particular gender, we must remember that we are doing this in the spirit of raising money and promoting our school – not for our own personal gains. Everyone just has to do it for the benefit of Dalton. And while I know some of us are in committed relationships," he looks at David, Blaine, and a few other Warblers respectively here, "the Council believes that these personal relationships are in a respectful place of trust and honesty, so fooling around should really not be a problem." The Asian looks directly at Blaine, waiting for him to defy him and say that he's wrong.
And Blaine can't do that, because, well, he knows that Wes is right since Kurt trusts him completely.
Deflated and defeated, Blaine mutters, "I see then." After clearing his throat and squaring his shoulders, he says, "Well, if the Council says so and if the group agrees," he looks around to his glee club mates, silently hoping that one of them would still be able to object with him – it doesn't happen, "then I assume it is final."
"All in favour of the kissing booth?" David asks.
Everyone raises their hand up, and Blaine reluctantly waves his own fingers in the air.
"Unanimous decision; the kissing booth is final," Wes finalizes with two loud raps of his gavel.
And with that, Blaine sinks back down into his seat on one of the sofas, ignoring the chatter that erupts around him as he thinks about how he's going to explain this to Kurt later.
– x o x 0 x o x –
Blaine is already sitting in the Lima Bean, his own order (a small ice coffee) nestling in his grip and Kurt's resting patiently across the table, when his boyfriend walks through the door. He and Kurt always come here everyday at around the same time, as it's their own little tradition now. If they didn't arrive together, whoever came first got both their orders and paid. Blaine's internally glad he came a little while before his boyfriend did, as to prepare himself for what he's about to tell Kurt.
Then again, the time he had to himself is probably going to waste because he still has no idea how to even approach the subject.
His pale boyfriend catches his eye after scanning around the coffee shop momentarily and Blaine's breath hitches in his chest. He watches how a sweet smile stretches across Kurt's adorable face and he notices how his baby blues immediately brighten up when they see him. Kurt looks so damn beautiful and there's a fleeting moment where Blaine thinks he'll never truly understand why anyone would think otherwise.
Kurt walks over and takes the seat across from Blaine, immediately going after the nonfat grande mocha latte that's been sitting in front of him for the past 5 minutes and takes a grateful sip.
The shorter of the two chuckles lightly. "It's summer! How could you possibly want a warm latte at this time?" Blaine asks with a smirk.
Kurt continues his sip before peeking at Blaine over the rim of his cup and simply replies, "It's windy outside and I got cold," before returning to his drink. When he finally sets his cup down and after he licks his lips – in which Blaine had to specifically instruct himself not to leap into Kurt's lap and kiss him then and there – the countertenor continues in a bitchy tone, "Besides, you were the one that ordered me this, so it's simply my job to drink it."
If the Warbler was able to chuckle or scoff or generally do anything to reply to his boyfriend's statement in a sassy way that Kurt seemed to master, he would have. But he can't because he's currently too caught up in how much he loves his boyfriend, and how much he loves how dramatic and bitchy he got sometimes. So instead of doing any of the things he wants to do, Blaine just reaches his hand over to Kurt's, squeezes his boyfriend's hand tight, and grins at him. Kurt just returns the grin with a smile of his own (though his expression does show he's a bit confused) and the curly head is positive he's melting right there and then.
And soon enough Blaine completely forgets what he was so worked up over because nothing matters but him and his boyfriend.
– x o x 0 x o x –
When Blaine's in bed later that night after texting Kurt one final time "Goodnight, sweet dreams beautiful. I love you" he actually slaps himself on the forehead for forgetting to mention the kissing booth to Kurt. It seems way too late now to mention anything, so Blaine resolves to tell his boyfriend the next day for sure.
It doesn't happen.
I really hope I did the Warblers justice during that entire meeting! :D Enjoy the next few chapters!