This is my second fanfiction... it's the story of Kurt and Blaine living their lives separately in New York and their paths finally meeting. This first chapter is about Kurt and where he is in his life now.
Chapter One
I am delighted to accept your invitation to dinner on Saturday. K xx
Kurt tapped on the send button on his phone and the message transformed in a few moments into a speech bubble. Smiling he put the phone back to his desk and began thumbing idly at the papers in front of him, hoping that his boss who sat in the office next to his desk hadn't noticed that he wasn't particularly focussed on his work this morning. He was working as a junior copy writer, for an advertising agency. He had apparently fought off at least 30 other college graduates for a role that seemed to involve around collecting packages from various parts of New York city and looking at sales figures for, right now, over sized faux animal print bags. It was Wednesday morning and he had spent most of the week looking at sales figures for different types of bag. Kurt was beginning to admit that his job just wasn't as great as it sounded. So far 4 months into this job and he hadn't actually written any copy at all. He was seriously wondering how the word "writer" could actually fit in his job title. He had done no more than arrange sandwiches for meetings and sat doing figure work which he didn't completely understand the relevance of. He had asked his boss a couple of times what was going to happen to the work he was doing, but everyone seemed to be in such a rush in his office and his boss' constant promises to explain, were simply that promises that never seemed to come to anything. At least his college degree in Fashion was being put to some use as he had assigned to the clothes and lifestyle accounts department. He was pouring over the numbers again, not really taking much in when his phone beeped again.
I am delighted too. Can't wait to see you, do I have to wait until Saturday ? B xx
Kurt rolled his eyes to the ceiling as he read the message and began tapping out a reply. His boyfriend, well the guy he was dating was keen. Kurt thought for a moment, was Ben his boyfriend ? Hmm they'd may be need to talk about that.
I am afraid Hon, you do…too much work. And it's only two days…Kxx
Kurt tapped in reply smiling as he did so.
Aww…two whole days, without you….that will feel like forever…Bxx
You are being dramatic…I'll call this evening…Kxx
You'd better….miss you...Bxxx
This evening…and I'm not going to reply to any more of your texts because you'll get me fired xx
Kurt tapped out the last message and pulled over the cover to his phone, this time placing it in his jacket pocket that was hung on his chair. He had known Ben for, two and a half months nearly three. He couldn't really remember exactly. He had met him at a bar while waiting to be served. Ben was with a small group of friends from work and Kurt was pretty much doing the same except his friends were from college, he didn't have any friends from work and it seemed likely that things would stay that way, either everyone met secretly for lunch in his office and excluded him or they really did eat a measly sandwich at their desks. The bar tender had put a lurid pale green drink in front of Kurt who was either too polite or a little drunk already to explain that it wasn't the drink that he had ordered or ever would think of ordering. He'd taken a sip and almost spat out the contents of his mouth. Ben was standing next to him and immediately asked if he was ok, while calling the bar tender to get Kurt a glass of water. They struck up a short but friendly conversation and Kurt had returned to his friends. He couldn't but help noticing that Ben was glancing over and when Kurt was next at the bar to order a diet coke (having given up on alcohol for the evening) Ben was there again and they talked some more before Ben asked Kurt as gently as it was possible to ask, whether he wouldn't mind letting him have his phone number. A few days later and a very nervous Ben was sitting at a Manattan restaurant doing his best not to gasp as Kurt glided in that was their first proper date, although there had technically been a coffee pre –date. Kurt had found himself feeling more than a little hot and bothered. Ben was good looking, he was tall with sandy coloured hair that was neither blonde or brown. He was lean with elegant long limbs and a toned and athletic body, his eyes were light blue and seemed sparkle more than he smiled. If anyone had told him when he was at High School that someone like Ben would show any interest in him, he would have thought that they were mercilessly teasing him. It was probably fair to say that Ben was now smitten by Kurt and rapidly and hopelessly falling for him, not trying to stop himself even if he wanted to and he really did not.
" So what are you cooking then" asked Kurt flirtily on Saturday evening. He was leaning on the kitchen counter holding a glass of wine and tilting his head as he peered into the pan that Ben was watching over at the stove top, every now and then prodding with a spoon.
" It's beef with wine and shallots.." replied Ben still focussing on the pan before adding " its French, I asked my mother for ideas and she suggested this…" Ben's mother was French his father American and they had met in Paris while he was working there. Ben thought it all very romantic, slightly ignoring the blip in the romance that they were divorced now, but before that less than happy ending they had moved to the States when he was very young.
"You asked your mother for help ?" asked Kurt slightly surprised. He was naturally quite private with his personal life, he had mentioned to his dad that he was sort of dating someone but really because it came up in conversation when his dad was asking what he had planned for the weekend, and his father had really guessed that something was going on that Kurt hadn't told him about. To be honest after the fiasco of his first proper relationship which he had shared the highs and lows of with this father he decided not to share any more with his father. It was difficult to explain but he knew that his father had really hurt when their relationship had broken down and he didn't want to get his father's hopes up.
"Yes I did, I mentioned that I was cooking and I wanted to make something impressive for my boyfriend " Ben said lightly.
"oh boyfriend ?" Kurt looked mischievious and slightly twisted on the spot as he spoke;
"yes " Ben kissed Kurt playfully and noisely. " I know we've never officially spoken about it but I sort of assumed since we do this a lot (he kissed kurt again and carried on speaking) and since we speak nearly every day and …but if you think we're not then I'll dust off my little black book and trawl through a few numbers, but I'd be very disappointed, very disappointed" He looked at Kurt slightly pouting.
"Can't have that, can we now ? " joked Kurt in return and leaning in to return a kiss to Ben. " and did she ask why you needed to impress your boyfriend " asked Kurt trying to picture the conversation between Ben and his mother.
" she did, she's my mother, she doesn't need an invitation to ask about anything, so she wanted to know all about you and even asked if she could see a picture of you…she's thinks you are really handsome by the way…" He looked back at Kurt biting his lip as he spoke a little embarrassed to reveal that he had been speaking about Kurt to his mother.
"Oh, well she's French so obviously has excellent taste and style " Kurt replied laughing.
" Come here" said Ben beckoning Kurt over. He obeyed without comment and stood next to Ben more closely who carefully placed the wooden spoon back in the pot and turned to face Kurt moving his arms to envelope Kurt and kiss him softly repeatedly.
" Hello…boyfriend" he muttered gently looking at Kurt.
" Hi " replied Kurt.
"Did I tell you how gorgeous you look" Ben said looking at Kurt as he said this. Kurt was wearing inky blue skinnies with a matching waistcoat, white shirt and ruby coloured silk scarf . He always put thought into his clothes but he made a special effort this evening.
" You did, when I arrived, a few minutes later, when you poured my drink…I think you might have told me, oh 4 times already but it's good to hear" he replied softly kissing Ben's cheek.
Ben gently released his grip on Kurt and let his arm slide to Kurt's waist so that he could return to stirring the pan but with Kurt standing next to him now. Kurt blushed faintly and rested his head gently on Ben's shoulder staring for a moment at the pot in front of them both. It didn't take two people to stir a pot but this felt really nice.
"That was really fabulous" said Kurt an hour or so later as he scooped out the last of the chocolate pudding from his plate. " tastes so good" he murmured swallowing the last of the chocolate.
" You're very welcome…"
" Thank your mother for me too" Kurt added teasingly.
" Hey, thank me, I cooked it …" said Ben laughing as he got up to pick up their plates and took them to the counter. Kurt never liked being waited upon so he got up as well and went over to help Ben. He began opening the door of the dishwasher and reached over to pick up the plates. Ben reached out and stopped him. " leave it…" he said gently pulling Kurt towards him so that he could lean forward and kiss him. They stood like that for a few more moments, kissing softly and warmly, arms wrapped around each other.
"Erm..can you stay tonight" Ben asked Kurt cautiously and quietly after a few more moments, gently releasing Kurt so that he could see him. He thought if Kurt didn't want to then he could pretend that he hadn't heard and no one would be embarrassed. Kurt hadn't been to his apartment often, this was only their second dinner there. Kurt was so busy with his work that they often didn't have time to meet during the week so they would meet up at the weekends and go to a restaurant or to see a movie. They'd spent afternoons watching movies, chatting and making out but Kurt staying the night was definitely a step in moving the relationship forward. Ben thought they could take things slowly, he wasn't intending a night of passion, they weren't ready for that, well he'd be ready if he thought that was what Kurt wanted but he felt that would be pushing things, but chatting and cuddling before they fell asleep just felt like a really good idea. He had sort of planned that with the meal but the last thing that he wanted to do was to make Kurt feel obligated or in any way pressurised.
Kurt looked back, silently. He wanted to stay but he didn't want to do that he wasn't ready for that with Ben yet. He liked Ben, he liked him a lot and he was sure that he would more than like him in time, but he just wasn't ready and he didn't want Ben to think that he was.
" we don't have to do anything.." said Ben blushing reading the growing worried look spreading across Kurt's features. " I mean we could just cuddle and sleep and stuff…you could borrow some of my sweats and a t shirt " Ben said noting the slightly anxious look that remained in Kurt's bluey green eyes.
" That's romantic " said Kurt a little teasingly watching Ben's obvious embarrassment and trying to lighten the mood a little.
" I didn't mean that, I mean of course I would want to do more, I mean I do want to do more, but I guess I think cuddling is right for us…making out a bit, just cuddling and sleeping.."
Kurt nodded looking a lot more comfortable, pulling Ben back into a kiss. " I reckon I can do that " he replied mumbling into the kiss.
I really hope you have enjoyed this chapter, the first few chapters are all written out and I'll tweak them depending on the responses I get. Please review I like to know someone out there is reading this XX
