A/N: Wow. I can't believe the amount of support I've gotten so far, I didn't expect it at all...! I just want to say thanks to my lovely beta _callmeblaine_! I couldn't do it without you! Also, because I tend to write such big chapters, they'll now be split into two parts, part A and part B! It should make for easier reading! I'll also include the youtube links to the three songs, in case you want to listen along!
.com/watch?v=tXmLRHnoSAs – Kiss The Girl – The Little Mermaid.
.com/watch?v=dzY0-I4Gq5w – Pack Up – Eliza Doolittle
.com/watch?v=UBoQvhzeeCY – Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now – Starship
Also, I'd like to add some warnings for bad language later on, and dark themes. You have been warned, and because of them, the rating has been bumped up to M.
Xxx xxx xxx
Kurt flopped down on their bed as his phone buzzed in his pocket, the boy heaving a sigh as he rolled slightly to the left in order to dig the object out of his jeans and check the message.
'hey babez, just checkin u and blaine got back ok? x x x'
Kurt cracked a small grin as he typed a reply, hearing the sounds of the shower coming from the bathroom.
'Yes, we did thanks. Did you? x x x'
'yea course. we came up with ur name when u get 2gether with blaine, btw ;) x x x'
Kurt flushed softly, sitting to toe off his shoes and then moving to line them up before replying.
'Oh? What is it? x x x'
'klaine! finn wanted blurt lol :) but we went with klaine x x x'
'Blurt is almost as bad as Drizzle. Long live Klaine x x x'
… Klaine... He glanced over to the door again as he heard the squeak of the taps and the soft hiss as the water stopped, the two little thumps of feet on the tile as Blaine stepped out of the shower. He certainly couldn't deny his own feelings towards Blaine... And... Earlier that morning, he was sure Blaine was going to say something... And then again when they'd sung...
It seemed like every time Blaine was going to bring up that topic of conversation, someone interrupted them to the point of no return, utterly ruining the mood. He was sure that at some time in the future they would curl up in each others arms and reminisce about these awkward, blundering moments in their matching sweaters on their fashionable sofa, over looking the theatre where their names glittered with only half the star power they exuded, simply because they were so much more fabulous than any sign.
But until then, Kurt grumbled mentally, going over to the (his) dresser, they had to make do with being bumbling and awkward and frustrated. Though never frustrated with each other, he mused as he brushed his hair and stood to hang up his jacket and shirt, folding his tie, too. He really had to buy a little thank you present for Wes and David for letting them sneak out... Perhaps matching friendship bracelets, he smirked. No... It would be better to buy them something like artful posters of New York to hang on their dorm walls... Blaine had dealt with the chocolate side of things, and he would be more gracious when he tutored David through his French. It would work out in the end.
The bathroom door opened, Kurt idly looking over and freezing in his tracks, fingers clutching far too hard on the delicate material of one of his shirts, his breath freezing in his lungs because... Because oh dear god...
Blaine was standing there with nothing on but a towel and a sheepish grin. "I forgot my pyjamas," he said, gesturing to the neatly folded pile on the chair beside Kurt, who was doing a rather admirable goldfish impression.
"O-... Oh, oh, right, um..." he grabbed them immediately, handing them out to Blaine with a breathless, almost hysterical giggle as he tried to keep his eyes on Blaine's face, and not his... Oh god, he was so perfectly toned from playing sport, dark hair swirling lazy patterns in a way Kurt always thought he would have found off-putting but instead found absolutely wonderful, the best thing since spandex and sequins and-
"-Kurt...? Are you okay...?"
"Yes," Kurt gasped, his eyes snapping up to Blaine's before he hastily scrabbled for his own pyjamas and headed for the bathroom at what could only be described as a panicked skip. Blaine stared after him, blinking as the door closed with a sharp snap.
"... Okay...?" He murmured, shifting his towel and sitting on the edge of the bed as he dried himself off a little more and pulled on his pyjamas. He knew that Kurt had... Certain issues with showering. The showers at Dalton were semi communal, in that they had high walls and a completely opaque shower curtain, despite being six to twelve in a row, but still Kurt would either wait until they were empty or get up before anyone else was awake to shower. Blaine bit his lip, looking worriedly to the door and hoping that he hadn't upset Kurt somehow... Perhaps he'd triggered something... A past trauma from his bullied days at McKinley... Shit...
Kurt pressed his forehead against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, taking slow, deep breaths through his nose as he tried to force the images of shirtless, toned, wet, delicious-... As he tried to force the images of delectable expanses of skin, dark hair that made his toes curl into the-... As he tried to force the images of flexing muscles in every movement, strong but subtle, arms that felt so good around him-...
… Kurt slowly let his head thunk against the wall.
There was a reason he didn't go near the showers when there were other boys in them. When Blaine was in them. Damn it, he was a normal, teenage, healthy, gay boy with hormones. Incredibly repressed, suppressed hormones that were now driving him up the wall. He'd grown up as an only child, he'd been made an outcast for his sexuality for as long as he could really remember, and he was most certainly not used to seeing other boys in various states of undress.
Well, not real ones. Not ones that stood right in front of you and held you close to them while you slept and who sang beautiful duets with you and who went shopping with you and-...
… Kurt slowly let his head thunk against the wall again, reaching out his hand and flicking the shower's water to cold.
There was a reason Kurt showered alone. Shyness was easier to explain than constant cold showers.
He came out a while later in his pyjamas, letting the door slowly close behind him. Blaine sat up almost immediately, guilt clear in his eyes as he stood and strode over to Kurt who'd frozen like a rabbit in the headlights.
"... Kurt..." Blaine murmured, gently putting his hands on Kurt's shoulders. "... Are you okay...? I'm really worried I upset you..."
Kurt blinked at him before feeling the heat slowly rise to his cheeks. "Oh, no... No, Blaine, I promise, you didn't upset me. I just... Got a fright," he smiled. "That's all. I didn't hear you come in and, as you know, I don't deal with surprises very well," Kurt murmured, lifting a hand to gently squeeze Blaine's wrist, in no way moving to push him off.
"... Promise...?" Blaine all but whispered, his eyes flicking between Kurt's as the more effeminate boy nodded, swallowing.
"... I promise..." Kurt smiled, licking his lips.
Blaine slowly dropped his hands, his fingers sweeping down Kurt's arms and brushing oh so lightly over the back of his hands. "... Good... Hey, I'm going to go give Wes and David that chocolate while you do your skin routine, okay?"
"Sounds like a plan," Kurt nodded, sitting down and plucking out the necessary bottles and tubs as Blaine grabbed a plastic bag and left the room, closing the door behind him and knocking on the identical one opposite.
"Come in...!"
Blaine grinned a little and opened the door. "Hey, David. I brought you and Wes your blood money," he laughed, closing the door behind him and going over to where David was sitting on a large sofa, a red DS in his hands and the distinct sound of Mario in the air.
"You brought the goods?" Wes said gruffly, swaggering over to them from the bathroom and snatching the bag, opening it and pretending to count the sweets as if they were bills. "They're all there. Let 'im go."
"... Uh... Subtle hint to go away, or role-play getting out of hand?" Blaine laughed as Wes ripped open a bar of chocolate, snapping off squares for them all.
"Would it creep you out if I said they were my chat up lines?"
""Yes,"" the other two chorused, grinning as they took the chocolate and sat back on the couch from where they'd leaned forwards, Wes sinking to sit on the floor. Suddenly he looked around.
"Hey... Where's your Teenage Dream gone, Blaine?"
"Your Soul Sister~" David grinned, nudging Blaine as the shorter boy blushed.
"Your Kurtie-wurt-"
"-Stop it! Both of you...!" he groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "I don't need more teasing from you guys... You wouldn't believe how stressful today was been..."
"And so, our brave white knight Blaine once again fails to woo the sweet damsel's- Ow! Hey! Kicking is not fair...!" Wes gasped, clutching his ribs in a mock death-wound.
"Actually," Blaine said, turning to David, "I should be kicking you! You walked in on us this morning with those infernal cymbals...!"
"I knew I was interrupting something. You owe me $5, Wes," David grinned, holding out his hand as Wes groaned and paid up.
"And that's the second time today that someone's bet on Kurt and myself," Blaine grumbled as David patted his shoulder and gave him more chocolate.
"Who interrupted you the second time?"
"New Directions... After practice, we were singing and just... Well, they just burst in."
"Were you two doing anything...?"
"No," Blaine sighed, "but it looked like it was about to get somewhere..."
"Believe me, Blaine," Wes said, patting his knee, "everyone is going to be relieved when you two get together and stop sprawling over the window-seats, looking poetically up to the heavens and sighing softly in the most grievous and heartfelt manner that has ever been seen before..."
"Or staring into each others eyes with those little angelic smiles and blushes for an eternity, lost in those deep orbs of emotion..."
"We alternate from silently mocking you both for acting like lovesick puppies around each other to feeling so desperate for you we want to slip you both Viagra and lock you in a cupboard. Preferably yours, because Kurt would kill you if you made a mess on his clothes."
"True fact there," David grinned, fist-bumping with Wes as Blaine flushed, crossing his arms and doing his best to glare at them.
"I swear to god, if you slip us drugs and lock us in a cupboard, we will find a way to kill you. Especially Kurt."
"... True fact there..." David said, grimly fist-bumping Wes again as Blaine choked back a laugh, shaking his head at their antics.
"Seriously, you two... Not helping."
"Before we continue this riveting conversation," David interrupted, "did you run out of hair gel, Blaine?"
"Uh... No," he blushed, awkwardly touching one of the curls. "... Kurt said it looked better like this..."
""... Awwwhh...~"" they both chorused, grinning as they nudged the flushing boy on the sofa.
"Seriously not helping, guys...!"
"Well," Wes smiled, handing him some more chocolate, "all you need to do is go in there and make a moment. David and I will stand guard to make sure no-one bursts in."
"I can't just...! No," Blaine frowned, taking the chocolate and nibbling it before speaking. "No, I can't just force a moment. It has to feel... Right. It has to be perfect."
David groaned, opening a box of Celebrations. "You and your damned perfection...! What's not perfect about you two being alone in your room and chatting?"
"There should be music," he grumbled, crossing his arms.
"We could serenade you two. We could sing really appropriate songs like... Tutti Frutti Summer Love," laughed Wes.
"I would rather die," Blaine said with a simple smile on his face. David shoved a wrapper into the bin beside them, speaking around a mouthful of chocolate.
"Look, Blaine, it's simple. Both of you two get into bed. Wait around ten minutes. Shift closer. Take his hand. Kurt will turn to you, confused and anticipating. You can sing him a song about how much you love him. Kurt will be happy, you will be happy, everyone will be happy except for people who are mean and homophobic. But we'll take care of them," he grinned, patting Blaine on the shoulder.
"As tempting as your idea sounds," Blaine snorted, standing as he made his way over to the door, "I want there to be a mood beforehand, during, and afterwards. Not a proposition in bed. I don't want him to think I only like him because he's a guy."
Wes and David both groaned as they slumped back.
"Here's to another day of awkward sexual tension...!" David said, throwing Wes a chocolate.
Blaine rolled his eyes, unable to bite back his grin even as he opened the door and stepped out. "Goodnight, you unhelpful idiots," he winked, closing the door behind him and opening the one to his and Kurt's room, going in with a beam.
"Hey..."
"Did it all go alright?" Kurt asked, turning on his chair and his face that frightening green again.
"It went fine," he laughed, closing the door behind him and climbing into bed. "They accepted the candy with open mouths." Kurt laughed softly at the pun, gently rubbing hand cream onto his palms.
"That's good... I was thinking of getting them tasteful, arty New York posters as an extra thank you gift." Blaine smiled softly as he propped himself up on his elbow, laying on his side to watch Kurt.
"I think they'd love that. Especially since Mr. Halls confiscated their rather lewd poster of Angelina Jolie."
"Not quite what they'd consider a fair replacement," Kurt smirked, "but something to fill the gap between the racing cars, right?"
"It would bring a little more class to their otherwise painfully male heterosexual corners of the room," Blaine laughed, watching Kurt with a tender expression.
"Are you saying my corner doesn't bring class to the room as a whole? And I'm still desperate to redecorate your corner, Blaine. Mauve is not your colour."
"Your corner," Blaine smirked, "looks like something out of a Vogue fashion shoot. In fact, I'd say it was styled almost identically to the shoot Lacoste did in the winter issue three years ago. And I like mauve. It's manly." Kurt laughed loudly, looking over his shoulder with an identical smirk.
"Busted~. And mauve is not manly, Blaine, even I know that. Mauve is the colour of grandmas. You are not a grandma. You need to be in exquisite burgundy. A royal purple. Anything but mauve. Or orange," he added with another small snort as he started to peel off the face mask. Blaine grinned hugely, flopping to lay down in what he hoped was a more seductive than dead-arm manner.
"... I'll let you decorate my corner of the room if you come with me to a soccer match."
Kurt raised an eyebrow as he dropped the green mess into the bin beside him and slicked on a last layer of cream. After a moment, he nodded with a small smile. "Alright, Mr. Anderson, you have yourself a deal." Blaine grinned and reached out his hand to Kurt as he turned off the light by the dresser and went over, sitting on the bed beside him.
"Shake on it," Blaine smiled. Kurt snorted gently and took his hand, shaking it as Blaine laughed, though he was secretly wondering how Kurt kept his hands so smooth and dry, despite the fact he'd just slathered cream all over them. The boy was a working miracle. Kurt gently let go and smiled, turning off the light before climbing between the covers and laying down, on his back.
"... Is soccer the one with the black and white ball...?"
"That's the one," Blaine grinned, his voice a tender murmur.
"The one with that infernal offside rule?"
"Bingo~."
"Damn."
Blaine snickered softly in the low light, watching shadows play over Kurt's face as the other boy crooked a sweet smirk, both knowing full well that he was just teasing. "I think I'm going to do your corner in pink... Neon pink, with little white kittens..." Kurt murmured, tapping his chin with his finger.
"Mr. Halls will never allow it..."
"So he shouldn't. It would look absolutely awful."
"Terribly tacky."
"Cringe-worthily crap."
"Devastatingly dreadful."
Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine, eyes opening and a gleam dancing in them. "Enlighten me. Do you have an alliteration fetish?" Blaine laughed softly, winking.
"Perhaps. Probably. Possibly. Problem?"
Kurt laughed too as he snuggled more into his pillow and closed his eyes, drawing up the covers a little. "You should probably see someone for that...~"
"Thanks," Blaine smiled, stifling a yawn. "... Goodnight, Kurt..."
"... Goodnight, Blaine..." It didn't take long for them to fall asleep, silence descending on the peaceful room.
Before Kurt had even opened his eyes he knew that it had happened again. His face was smushed against warm, firm skin, his hands were wrapped around a toned waist and... Yup. His legs were most definitely entangled with another pair. Somehow this was worse than yesterday morning because instead of Blaine being wrapped around his back, they were most definitely face to face and most definitely clinging to each other as if something was trying to rip them apart.
Once more, Kurt was the first awake. If he'd learnt anything from yesterday, he should gently disentangle himself and slide away, perhaps out of bed all together.
… But Blaine's hands had somehow managed to find their way under Kurt's pyjama top, his fingers flush against his lower back and so warm, the touch so novel and so wanted that nothing in Kurt's entire being could bring itself to pull away. He cracked open an eye, quickly gauging that his face was pressed to Blaine's neck and shoulder, his t-shirt having slipped just enough so that Kurt's cheek was laying against skin that smelt faintly of soap and something completely organic.
Kurt swallowed softly, his own fingers flexing where they were pressed against Blaine's chest – caught between them and clinging guiltily to his t-shirt – as he flushed upon the realization that his leg was slung casually over Blaine's hip in a way that was in absolutely no way innocent, Blaine's own legs comfortable between Kurt's thighs.
This was going to be a lot more awkward than yesterday morning when Blaine woke up to find Kurt clinging to him like some sort of... Barnacle or limpid or koala bear. The sun was shining brightly into the room and by the sounds of commotion coming from up and down the hall, it was definitely time for them to be getting up. Preferably before David appeared with his cymbals.
He had to be brave. Courage, he thought with a mental snort of irony as he slowly started to slide his leg off Blaine, was what was needed right-
"-OW!"
The pain hit him with all the force of a steam train. Just as he'd moved his thigh, leaving his legs embarrassingly wide open for the duration of the slow, careful move, Blaine had shifted in his sleep. And by shifted, Kurt meant jerked.
And by jerked, Kurt meant slammed his knee into his groin with eye-watering force. Kurt shoved Blaine away on instinct, curling up into a ball as he hissed in pain. Blaine yelped as he was screamed at and then shoved, waking up instantly and springing from the bed before clambering back in, over to Kurt. "Kurt...! Are you okay? What happened?" Kurt couldn't reply, burying his face in the pillow as he tried to force slow, deep breaths, Blaine's hands on his shoulders and back as he panicked, still half asleep. After a moment Kurt turned his head to glare at Blaine, eyes glazed with tears.
"... You just..." his voice was higher than normal, "slammed your... Knee into... Me..." he gritted out. Blaine's mouth dropped open as he realized what Kurt had said.
"... Oh my god... Kurt... I-... I'm so sorry...! I'm so, so sorry...!" he gasped, looking utterly distraught as Kurt slowly uncurled himself, the pain slowly ebbing away as he shuddered.
"... Not my favourite sort of wake-up," Kurt muttered, still wincing and feeling a little winded. Blaine was kneeling beside Kurt, his hands on the boy's shoulders, one fluttering up to cup his cheek.
"... Kurt, I'm so sorry... I..."
Kurt slowly looked up, flushing a little as he swallowed and crooked a smile, eyes still a little watery. "... Blaine, it's fine... You didn't mean to... You were asleep..."
"... I feel awful..." Blaine whispered, his fingers brushing a strand of wayward hair across Kurt's forehead. Kurt was suddenly aware how close their faces were, the way that Blaine was hovering over them, the duvet kicked almost off the bed and the sheets rumpled.
"... Please don't..." Kurt whispered back, licking his lips on instinct as Blaine seemed to shift a little closer. "... The pain's almost all gone... I promise..."
"... I never want to be the one to cause you pain..." Blaine murmured, his beautiful eyes – so delicately ringed with dark lashes – fixed on Kurt's as the boy beneath him shivered, his breath hitching in his throat at how close they were, how warm Blaine's hand on his cheek was.
"... Blaine..." he breathed out, cheeks tainting pink as Blaine leaned in... And...-
"-Guys! Are you alri-..." David threw the door open and froze as Blaine practically leaped off Kurt like he was on fire, Kurt going neon red as he gasped and looked over to David so fast his neck cricked.
"... Blaine. I am so, so sorry. I mean it, I-"
"-David, go. Please? Just go now?" Blaine said desperately, bright pink as Kurt scrambled off the bed and almost ran into the bathroom, the door closing behind him. Blaine watched him before turning to David with murderous intent in his eyes.
"... I heard him scream, Blaine! I heard him scream!" David winced, holding up his hands in order to try to diffuse the situation. Blaine dropped his head into his palms.
"... I accidentally kneed him..."
"... You kicked him in the-?"
"-David...!"
"Sorry, sorry... Call me old fashioned but... I'm not sure that created the mood you might have been going for, you know," David said, trying not to snicker at Blaine's mortification.
"David, you have three seconds to get out of here before I decide to tell all the Warblers over dinner tonight about the dream you had to do with Maggie Smith. Yes," Blaine added with a glare as David went pale, "that dream, David. That dream."
"... Duly noted. Bye bye." David disappeared. Blaine turned to the bathroom door and sighed, making a frustrated noise before opening the wardrobe and grabbing his clothes. Kurt came out of the bathroom a few moments later, still a little pink as he awkwardly moved past Blaine to get his own clothes, unable to meet his eyes as the older boy gently touched his shoulder.
"... Kurt... I... I'm really sorry for kneeing you."
"Oh," Kurt snorted, waving a hand as he finally looked up with a small smile. "It's fine. Honestly. Do you want to use the bathroom?"
"Yeah, please," Blaine said, his own smile a little strained as he squeezed Kurt's shoulder gently before turning and casually going into the small room, trying to clear the awkward tension in the air between them.
Breakfast was still slightly strained, but gradually the friction between them ebbed away into their more natural state of being and it wasn't long at all before they were laughing and joking together again, their smiles genuine and true. After a morning of gentle rehearsal in the hotel's sitting room, Kurt excused himself from the group to meet up with Mercedes and Quinn for one last little wander around the streets of New York City, Blaine regretfully having to decline his offer as he had to stay behind with Wes and David to put the finishing touches on some of their props and costumes.
"Kurt...! Over here," Mercedes grinned, waving Kurt over to the small table she and Quinn were sitting at, the little café chic and trendy. Kurt beamed, sitting down opposite them as Quinn smiled prettily, sipping her tea. It was amazing how close they were and how their friendship over the Cheerios, the baby drama and everything in between had survived so well.
"Ladies," Kurt smiled, crossing his legs. "It's a pleasure, as always."
"You didn't bring Blaine...?" Quinn asked with a raised eyebrow. Kurt flushed a little, idly flipping through the café's menu.
"No, no... He had to stay behind..."
"Come on, Kurt," Mercedes laughed, gently touching Kurt's hand. "Give us the gossip, girlfriend. Are you and Blaine dating or what?" Kurt flushed a little more, despite the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.
"I swear down, Mercedes, Blaine and I are not dating."
"Yet," said Quinn as she sipped her tea again, a playful glint in her eyes. "You do like him, right...?"
"... I do," Kurt admitted, fingers brushing his fringe out the way. "I really, really do..." Mercedes and Quinn beamed at each other, high-fiving as Kurt laughed a little.
"And it's obvious that Blaine feels the same," Quinn smirked.
"So the question is, girlfriend, why aren't you dating him yet?" Mercedes finished, pointing her spoon at Kurt.
"Well... I mean, he hasn't said anything yet, and..."
"Bullshit," Mercedes laughed, tapping Kurt's knuckles with the spoon. "We totally burst in on something in the theatre yesterday." Kurt flushed more at the memory, gently flicking Mercedes' spoon.
"Yes, well... I mean, we... I don't want to, um..."
"Come on, Kurt," Quinn snorted. "How do you know Blaine's not waiting for you to make the first move...?"
"... It just seems that whenever we're... About to get somewhere," Kurt said carefully, the tips of his ears going pink, "... We get interrupted. It's happened like... Three times now."
"Three?" asked Mercedes, eyebrows raised. Kurt fiddled with his sleeve before sighing, resting his chin on the back of his hand.
"Once yesterday morning, once when you all walked in, and once again this morning..." Mercedes and Quinn looked to each other before sighing at the morose look on Kurt's face.
"Kurt... You and Blaine are made for each other. Remember when we three went to Breadstix?" Mercedes asked, crooking a little smile as Kurt nodded. "I don't think I'd ever seen you smile or laugh as much as you did then."
"And," Quinn added, "when we were all at dinner last night, what with the sharing food and walking arm in arm... You two are in one of the most romantic cities in the whole of the USA, Kurt. You and Blaine need to get together," she smiled.
"Word, girlfriend," Mercedes laughed as Kurt fidgeted with his hat, clearing his throat and sipping his water.
"... I don't know... I mean..."
"Look," Quinn said, leaning forwards. "Call Blaine now. Tell him you've just seen this darling little restaurant, and you two should totally go there for a nice little pre-Nationals dinner. Alone." Mercedes beamed, nodding along.
"Quinn and I'll hide, but we'll be there to give you moral support, okay?" After a moment Kurt cracked a smile and nodded, laughing a little as he slumped in his seat.
"Fine. I'll do it."
"Good," Quinn smirked, finishing her tea as she held out a little square of paper. "We booked you two a table for 6PM. We don't have to be at the theatre until 8, and it's only a 15 minute walk." Kurt gaped, looking between the two of them before he reached out and plucked the paper from her fingers with a small snort, shaking his head.
"... I don't believe you two..."
Mercedes winked, finishing off her milkshake. "Give lover-boy a call, and then we'll go for our retail therapy." Kurt grinned, flicking out his phone and hitting Blaine's number, Quinn rolling her eyes playfully as she noticed Kurt had Blaine on speed-dial.
Blaine jumped slightly as his phone rang, sliding it out of his pocket as Wes and David looked over, the two of them fixing a top hat that had got a little crushed in transit. Blaine's lips crooked into a smile as Kurt's name flashed up, answering right away.
"Hey...! Is everything okay...? Oh...? Oh...!" Blaine went a little pink. "That sounds great...! Shall I meet you outside the hotel, then...? Okay... That really sounds great, Kurt. I can't wait. Mmn! See you then! Bye...!" Blaine waited for Kurt to hang up first before hitting the red button and shoving his phone back into his pocket with a small, giddy smile. Wes and David waited patiently for the next instalment of what they'd dubbed 'Ohio's Two Most Charming, Bumbling Fools Who Want To Get Into Each Others Pants But Only Seem To Be Able To Swoon Pathetically At Each Other'.
"If it's okay, Kurt and I are going to dinner before Nationals tonight... It's a little restaurant called Mi Amo and he's already booked the table..." Blaine said, a hopeful smile on his face. Wes and David looked at each other.
"You can go on one condition," Wes finally said, not bothering to tell Blaine that there was actually nothing stopping him from going as no plans had been set other than for everyone to be at the theatre for 8, or die.
"What condition...?" Blaine asked, immediately suspicious.
"We can come along too, subtly, and make sure you two finally get together," Wes grinned.
"What...! No...! That's not okay at all...! You won't be subtle at all and, actually, it's been your fault we haven't got together two out of the three moments we've almost had...!"
"Which is exactly why we should be in on this plan, so we can't ruin the fourth!" David finished with a grin. Blaine groaned softly, sitting down and running his fingers through his hair as Wes added the finishing blob of glue to the repaired hat.
"... Fine, but you two have to sit far, far away from us."
""Deal!"" They both grinned, Wes offering the box of Celebrations from the night before. Blaine took one, chucking the wrapper in the bin and grabbing a needle and thread along with a jacket that had got a rip in it.
"... I didn't know you knew how to sew," David said, raising an eyebrow as Blaine threaded the needle, going a little pink.
"... Kurt's been teaching me," he mumbled, doing his best to ignore his two best friends as they rolled their eyes.
"We should have guessed, really," Wes chuckled, grabbing some polish and the stack of walking canes. "So now that you two finally have a date together in NYC, what are you going to say to him to seal the deal?" Blaine flushed, shooting him a small glare as he slowly – but surprisingly expertly – darned the hole in the sleeve.
"... I don't know... I'll have to see when the time is right, and it's none of your business."
"Well, seeing as we – and by we I mean David – keep interrupting you, it is our business~. And you can't just leave it to fate like that. You need a plan to follow. Right?" Laughed Wes, starting to polish the canes as David nodded, digging through the sweets to find one he liked.
"Right."
"Seriously guys, you two are the worst agony aunts in the world. Love doesn't work according to a plan," Blaine said haughtily, wincing as he accidentally stabbed himself in the finger. Wes rolled his eyes again, pointing a cane at Blaine.
"Here's what you do, Blaine. Dear, charming, dapper, useless Blaine."
"Hey...!" Blaine interjected, trying his best to send Wes a hurt look. "I'm not useless..." David patted Blaine's arm as Wes continued regardless.
"You have a delightful meal with Kurt. You talk fashion and sewing and unicorns and whatever else you two spend so many hours talking about. You insist on paying for the meal. When Kurt objects, you take his hand. You link your fingers together. You smile in your charming, dapper way and you insist. I guarantee you Kurt will do his rabbit-in-the-headlights impression, he'll go that shade of pink you always go on about, and you'll gently shift closer. You say a pre-prepared line about how Kurt is your sun, your moon, your everything, and then you go for the gold and kiss him."
"And then Wes and I will cheer quietly from afar," David grinned as Wes nodded, Blaine blushing terribly.
"... What if he-"
""-He won't.""
… Blaine groaned, dropping his head onto the jacket. "But what if...!"
"Blaine, seriously, grow a pair," Wes laughed, prodding him with one of the canes. "Kurt is madly in love with you. He's not going to reject you."
"What was it that you always used to text him at McKinley? Courage?" David asked as Blaine nodded.
"It was courage..."
"Then take your own advice, Blaine," David said, giving the slumped boy another chocolate. "Wes and I'll be there if something goes seriously wrong. Which it won't." After a long moment Blaine pushed himself up with a determined nod.
"Fine. I'll do it."
"'Atta boy!" Wes grinned, stealing Blaine's chocolate.