WEDNESDAY 31ST AUGUST 4:30PM
"You're quiet." Blaine sipped his coffee and raised an eyebrow at Kurt.
It had been about six days since their last date. Besides a hello kiss and a brief 'not so bad' in answer to how the first day of school had been Kurt had been completely silent, pointedly not even looking at his boyfriend across the table.
"No," he replied, "I'm being passive aggressive."
The Lima Bean was busy that afternoon. Which was nice in a way, every table was full, and the queue went right to the door, so no one was looking at them. To be honest, no one would really have been looking at them regardless That old thing about being alone in a big enough crowd seemed to be proving true.
It was sure to be a pleasant date, once Kurt had worked through his agenda. He tried to school his features into something serious and vaguely intimidating. But Blaine had that look on his face, of fond, wry amusement. That look that he got whenever Kurt launched a twenty-minute homily about the evils of capri pants, or used a particularly cold and convoluted metaphor to tear someone to pieces, or generally just spoke at all in the fashion they had both designated "Latter-day Gay"
Yeah, that look; the one that made him swoon.
So, it…
…what was I thinking about again?
Never mind, down to business.
"You promised…that by the first day of school, you'd make a decision. And yet…" Pause for effect "…there you sit. Cute as ever, but still in your Warblers blazer."
Incredulous laughter preceded the answering comment; "I can't just bail on the Warblers, okay? Those guys are my friends."
"Okay, all right, fine. One final sales pitch, and then we can talk about making over Nancy Grace."
"Okay."
Kurt still maintained that he didn't want to pressure his boyfriend, but if Kurt Hummel was one thing, he was a dedicated salesman.
So, this time he leaned forward, choosing his words very carefully;
"If you stay at Dalton, you and I are…competitors."
Courteous nod;
"That's true."
"And I'm just not sure that our budding love can survive that."
Blaine was laughing again.
"Let me get this straight. I have to transfer because you're just afraid that I'm going to beat you at Sectionals?"
"Noooo, I'm afraid that I'm going to beat you."
"Uh-huh, yeah."
"And I know what that does to you…when I win."
His laugh, oh my god. I'm so in love.
"Look…" laughter still played on his lips, but the sincerity was clear in Kurt's voice "I mean, honestly, I-I just I just want to see you more. I want my senior year to be magic, and the only way that's gonna happen is if I get to spend every minute of every day with you."
It was genuine enough. Kurt had never really been as happy as he was now. He had a relationship. A real honest-to-Gaga romantic relationship with a bona-fide, non-closeted gay teen male.
They went on coffee dates. They had arguments, they made up. They laughed together. They had long conversations about meaningful things. They kissed, and snuggled and did…certain other things which Kurt still couldn't closely examine his feelings toward without wanting to cringe.
They were boyfriends. Life was good. So good Kurt felt like travelling back in time to It Gets Better his freshman year self. That puffy, lonely, at-his-worst edition of Kurt Hummel could have used a glimpse into this reasonably bright near future.
