The smell of fresh bread flooded over them as Kurt helped Blaine hobble into Breadstix the following Saturday evening, easily spotting the Glee club in a booth near the back of the restaurant.
"I really hate this thing. I can't even walk properly…" Blaine mumbled his way over.
Conversation stilled as they reached the table and everyone turned to stare at Blaine with his bandaged leg, minus crutches however – he refused to use them.
Puck was the first to crack, putting his face in his hands and shaking his head back and forth as his whole form was racked with laughter. This only led to the rest of the group bursting out into the silence. Blaine hung his head in shame and Kurt helped him into the empty seats after a waiter glared in their general direction.
"Yeah, it's okay, I'm fine guys. Thanks for asking. Your support is appreciated." Blaine said sarcastically.
Mercedes took his hand and squeezed lightly, "Sorry boo, I'm glad you're okay."
Blaine thanked her and risked a glance around the table. Puck's head was still on the table, Brittany petting it. Quinn and Rachel were surveying each other's make-up as they both appeared to have been crying over their laughter, Santana was fanning herself with her hands and Finn just stared at his glass, guilt slapped across his face.
Blaine smiled slightly and called over to him, "Hey Finn, it's okay man. I know you didn't mean it." Blaine couldn't hold a grudge over Finn for his dancing.
Finn risked a smile in his direction as the rest of the Glee club pulled themselves together.
"Alrighty then!" Rachel exclaimed and passed around menus. "Blaine, we're sorry. I'm sure you can understand however that your situation is funny though." She smiled sympathetically.
Blaine shrugged and eyed his menu. He and Kurt decided on sharing their meal and waited for the rest to decide.
"San, they don't have melted cheese here. What am I supposed to eat?" Brittany asked Santana, looking horrified. Santana only smiled and shuffled in closer to Brittany, pointing out food for her to choose.
Puck left the table not long after they finished eating, claiming he had 'business' to attend to, earning a few raised eyebrows and a comment from Santana that went something along the lines of: "Make sure to clean up before you come back!"
Conversation flowed lightly around the table. When sectionals made an appearance, Rachel squealed and began rambling about setlists and outfits and who knows what else until Tina interrupted.
"Oh, my dad emailed me the today, saying he couldn't make it this time." She said frowning, "But he told us to break a leg!"
Kurt choked on his food and Finn's mouthful of coke sprayed over the table.
"Well, pretty sure Blaine's done enough of that for us all but tell him we said thanks!" Santana said with a smirk.
Blaine's face fell, and the table went quiet until Mike, Sam, Artie and even Quinn simultaneously pounded the table with their fists with laughter and Tina registered the situation.
"Oh my god, Blaine, I'm so sorry! I actually forgot…" she said, hand flying up to cover her mouth.
Blaine sighed and muttered to Tina, "It's okay, it doesn't matter…"
He looked positively depressed.
Kurt was forming a plan to change that as Puck returned to the table looking satisfied with himself.
He fell back onto his seat between Mercedes and Santana with a sigh and stretched his arms around them.
"Boy, if you've been doing the nasty in that bathroom I don't want your junk on my shoulder." Mercedes declared as she glared at his hand, whereas Santana simply removed it and dropped it onto the table.
"Chill, 'Cedes. I just took a call from my cousin and his best friend Mr Fake ID. He kept to his word and got a keg for our little gathering tonight. Not to mention the ever present supply I have the basement. So altogether, we're in for a booze filled night my ladies!" Puck said smoothly.
That seemed to get everyone excited, and Kurt felt Blaine perk up a little beside him.
"Guys, can we – can we order desert?" Sam asked, eyeing a tray of cake being carried by their table hungrily.
"Birthday boys' wishes have no objections!" Artie preached from the other end of the table, arms in the air.
Sam's request earned whoops around the table and with a smirk, Kurt picked out the perfect desert for him and Blaine to share.
He was going to make sure Blaine enjoyed the sober part of the night as much as the drunken stage.
And not for the first time, Kurt was glad people couldn't mind read.
One by one their plates arrived. They started off small - ice cream, apple pie and fruit salad - but slowly proceeded to get bigger and more ridiculous - chocolate cake piled high with sauce and extra brownies, ice cream sundaes with mountains of cream and sprinkles. When Kurt's arrived, he sat up abruptly and licked his lips whilst side glancing at Blaine.
The bowl was placed in front of them and Blaine turned to Kurt.
"This…this is ours?" Blaine asked, directing toward the bowl.
Kurt nodded and subconsciously decided where to begin. The bowl was filled with ice cream smothered in chocolate sauce and whipped cream, delicately decorated with cherries and strawberries and on either side, laid a banana. He plucked a strawberry and swiftly licked the cream off before biting into it and sucking on the juice that burst into his mouth.
Swallowing, he noticed the majority of the table staring at him with varied expressions. For example – Santana was staring at him hungrily with a quirked eyebrow; Finn a look of horror and Blaine…well, Blaine's mouth was agape and his eyes were blown with lust. However, he failed to see Puck practically drooling down his chin watching him eat.
"What?" Kurt asked innocently, shovelling a spoonful on ice cream into his mouth and handing Blaine a spoon. Blaine blinked a few times before grasping the spoon and picking lightly around the bowl.
The only sounds for a while were spoons clattering against plates, a few moans of sheer delight and the occasional smacking of lips around the table.
A conversation about plans for the rest of the night started up, which gave Kurt a window to proceed with the rest of his plan.
He glanced at Blaine, whose eyes were securely fixed to the spoon in his hands. Suppressing a chuckle he picked up half of the banana and slowly licked up the underside, not stopping his movements when he heard Blaine's spoon clatter to the table. Kurt slid his lips over the top and slowly slid down before retracting and softly nibbling at the top.
He felt Blaine fidget slightly beside him and actually heard him swallow as he bit a sizeable portion after dipping it into the cream remaining in their bowl. Somewhere deep inside him, Kurt felt guilty about torturing Blaine this way, but he knew it would all pay off fantastically well later on.
Kurt swallowed the remaining banana and held a spoon up to Blaine's mouth after piling ice cream onto it. He lightly brushed it against his lips but lowered it after Blaine didn't react. Quickly checking the rest of the table was still pre-occupied; Kurt leaned in toward Blaine and teasingly licked at his lips. Blaine moaned into his mouth and stuck his lips against Kurt's. Feeling a little confident, Kurt walked two of his fingers up Blaine's thigh underneath the table and tickled at his waistband.
Blaine bit at Kurt's lower lip as Kurt moved downwards, tracing teasingly at Blaine's zipper before his hand disappeared and he pulled away from Blaine, leaving him breathing hard and gripping at the hem of Kurt's shirt.
Kurt pushed the bowl away and re-joined the conversation as if nothing had ever happened.
Blaine on the other hand, was slumped back against the booth trying hard to make other places not so hard.
Navigating their way out of the restaurant, Mercedes linked her arm with Kurt's.
"Kurt, why are you always such a dam tease toward that boy of yours?" she scolded playfully, bumping his hip as a light blush spread over his cheeks. No matter how comfortable he was with Blaine and their sex life, he still couldn't get used to the idea of other people discussing it.
"Don't worry, I wouldn't have been doing it so much if I didn't plan on fulfilling his wishes later." He said with a wink toward Mercedes as they exited.
A glance back toward Blaine, who was being wheeled out of the restaurant by sitting on Artie's lap, and Kurt was sure he was playing this right.
"My house guys! Let's party!" Puck declared as he climbed into his car, motioning for others to follow.
Kurt climbed into his Navigator and Blaine into the passenger side with Mercedes, Tina and Mike in the back.
Biting back a grin, Kurt just knew that Blaine would forget all about his broken leg tonight.
