Blaine gigged sweetly. He spoke in his deep macho man yet slightly feminine voice, "Come here." and planted one right on Kurt's lips. In the middle of a public place. Ew. Kurt covered his mouth and tee-hee'd. Blaine pondered for a moment. "You taste like red vines!"
Kurt almost cried at Blaine's sweetness. He chewed on his bottom lip nervously and held Blaine's hand across the table.
"Oh my gaga," Blaine smiled. "Your hands are so perfect. Everything about you is perfect, actually. That's why I brought you here... I have a little something..."
Blaine stood up, still clutching Kurt's baby-soft hand and led him over to the stage at Breadsticks.
"You don't mean..." Blaine smiled and nodded.
"I do mean." This made Kurt squeal. Blaine took the stage and picked up a microphone. He spoke to the whole restaurant, but his eyes were stuck to Kurt.
"I'm going to sing a song by Darren Criss."
Kurt snorted. "Lmao why that guy is FUGLY!" Blaine raised an eyebrow and half smiled, as if there was something humorous about that statement. A piano started playing. Blaine lifted the microphone to his lips and began to sing.
"Baby, you're not alone, Cause you're here with me, And nothing's ever gonna bring us down," At this point, Kurt fainted. "OH EM GEE NO!" Blaine dropped the mic and rushed to his lover's side. "We need an ambulance!"
A female's voice called out. "No, wait! I'm the sister of the local hospital!"
Blaine sighed, "Thank god! Is he alright, Sister?" The old woman bent down and checked Kurt's pulse.
"I think so, what is his ethnic heritage?"
Blaine's brow furrowed. "Why does that make a difference?"
"Because it just does!"
Blaine gasped, "Racist sister!"
Suddenly Kurt sat up. "I'm... I'm okay."
Blaine shook his head, "No we should get you to a hospital!"
Kurt assured the brunette beauty, "No, really. Your perfection just startled me a bit."
Blaine gushed. "Is there anything you want?"
Kurt winked. "Red vines?" He asked.
"You know it."
Blaine bopped his bottom.
~Le fin~