A/N:yay for fast updates? XD Love you guys and thank you so much xxx I'm trying to reply to comments but I tend to get a little confused about who I've replied to because most are 'update soon' so I'm sorry if I didn't reply but I love you and thank you xxxxx
D/C:not true so don't [be a] sue [I MADE A GLEE FUNNY =D] I don't own these characters Ryan Murphy does.
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"Oh, Mon Dieu."
"Have you ever seen a more handsome couple in your life?"
"Qu'ils sont beaux."
All eyes were upon the beautiful, young designer this evening, mainly due to the gorgeous woman he had accompanying him. Blaine found it was odd how more people looked to him this evening, at a general party rather than at one of his own shows. But, with the picturesque Simone by his side, it was no wonder. The young woman was never more than an arm's reach from him all evening and she seem didn't mind at all.
Standing by the large buffet, she cheerfully accepted a martini from one of the maître'ds and in gratitude smiled beautifully to them, so much even that the young man holding the platter blushed madly. Blaine had been making small talk with some nameless admirers, keeping one eye on the young woman as yet another man grew instantly smitten with her.
Blaine's possessive nature instantly flared up inside and while outwardly his face remained calm. There was a fire lighting in his eyes as he excused himself and walked over to the young escort as her pale, pink lips touched against the cocktail glass, leaving a stain.
"May I have this dance?" he requested, holding out a hand as the beauty looked over her shoulder. Her eyes glanced down along his arm to the proffered palm. A smile spread across her flawless features and the young woman rested the glass upon the finely decorated table. Placing her gloved hand in the designer's, his fingers wound around hers. Blaine never noticed how large her hands were and yet ideally proportioned, everything about the young woman was perfection to him.
She smiled sweetly, lighting up the room even more than the many crystal chandeliers hanging from the decorated ceiling tonight. Walking onto the ceramic tiles of the large ornate floor, her movements were graceful and slow. Everyone couldn't help but stop and look to them, they were definitely the most beautiful couple in the room. Blaine, so handsome in his suit and Simone in her teal dress were nothing short of a phenomenal sight. They looked like movie stars. There wasn't a person in the room who could keep their eyes off them as they joined the others on the large ballroom dance floor.
The music was rather dull. Blaine was into the more modern blues and jazz side of the music spectrum. At his own gatherings, he would have bands with more rhythmic beats rather than this dull classical music. Still, he enjoyed any excuse to hold Simone close.
His hand rested on her body, pressing to her dress so he could feel the curve of her hip under his hand. It took all the restraint of a gentleman to not move his hand just slightly further back to grope her. But, Blaine had great will power and held her hand firmly in his own, twirling the beautiful woman around the room.
Inside, Kurt feared his wig would fall off but it was held secure. He had danced before in this attire but something about Blaine made him feel so light headed, nearly sick with the butterflies. He was so gorgeous with those dark hazel eyes and that soft touchable hair which almost fell down to his eyes. Kurt wanted to brush it away, run his fingers through it, cup his cheek and kiss him ever so tenderly. He wanted it so bad that he almost burst into tears knowing Blaine would never want him, not Kurt.
Blaine's eyes widened as Simone moved into him, resting her head against his shoulder. He didn't know that this was to prevent him from seeing the tears welling over in her charcoal eyes. Her cheek rested against his shoulder and the younger man's hand moved to the woman's back, resting just about her tempting bottom.
They moved slowly to the dull music but that didn't matter. To them, there was no one staring, no one whispering. There was no music, no people, no ballroom. Just them.
Even Kurt, behind all insecurities had never felt so comfortable in his life and he closed his eyes, feeling Blaine's body envelope him, keeping him close and safe. He sighed in contentment and danced against the beautiful young man. He would be satisfied if he was to remain in Blaine's arms forever.
Alas, the evening came to an end and Blaine walked with Simone out of the grand hotel. The designer held her hand proudly as if to flaunt that the beautiful woman was with him.
They walked along the front steps of the hotel, the floodlights around the entrance creating almost a halo of illumination around the two which gained them more attention. There had been media inside. Simone had never had her photo taken so many times and she felt like a star, holding happily onto Blaine's arm.
He walked with her to the large car tat was waiting, stopping as he pressed his lips to her gloved hand, and smiling up to her, a twinkle in his eye.
"It has been a pleasure, Mademoiselle." He said in that flirtatious tone that had the young woman blushing. One gloved hand was pressed to her cheek and her teeth snagged her bottom lip which was curled into a soft smile. He was so tender with her, as if she was one of the many flowers he had given her.
"Merci…Blaine." She whispered, looking to the car. Damn, she didn't want to leave. Blaine handled her like no one else did, revered her and truly treated her like royalty. Kurt knew inside that Blaine was treating Simone lovingly and not im but he couldn't help but feel more than a little smitten with the young man. He was so…so….perfect.
The designer let go of the young woman's hand and she looked to the door of the car which he opened, standing back with an elaborate bow. She couldn't help but laugh gently as she looked to him, inclined her head and walked towards the open door of the car. Blaine's hand wound around her wrist.
"I trust you are free tomorrow evening?" he asked her and the young woman's eyes became downcast as she tried to think Kurt was soply too dazzled by Blaine's beauty to even remember his own name at some points.
"Well…..it would depend on who was asking." She answered in her naturally rich tone.
"I was wondering if you would maybe accompany me to the Russian Ballet?" Blaine said, his hand moving so it wasn't hooked around her wrist but now holding her palm like the most delicate of flowers which could crumble if he held too tight.
Kurt's heart quickened. Blaine Anderson's eyes bored into his and he felt himself grow almost weak from the intense gaze. His gloved hand tightened on Blaine's for a moment and he just gazed to the young man, almost lovesick but even Blaine didn't notice.
Kurt wanted nothing more than to sail into Blaine's arms, kiss him and tell him he was his, that his heart belonged to him. He also wanted to tell him to do with him what he wished, take him where he wanted, whatever Blaine wished, Kurt would do but Simone on the other hand just smiled gently. She knew she was engaged the next evening and although Madame Dupont would possibly prefer to cancel the current arrangement and allow Blaine to pay his double in order to take Simone out the young woman did not want to appear as eager as she truly was.
"I'm terribly sorry, Monsieur Anderson." She said, amazed that she was able to turn such a wonderful, beautiful man away. "But, I fear I'm rather busy tomorrow evening."
"Saturday then?" he said, almost desperate. The ballet was here for a number of weeks, he didn't care if he went there or somewhere else. He just wished to bring the beautiful woman out for an unforgettable evening. The beauty looked to him, so tempted to give into his pleas but Simone just smile apologetically.
"Monsieur, I do apologize but I'm afraid I'm completely booked for…at least the next ten days." She paused, looking to him. "But I am sure if you talk with Madame, she will be able to fit you somewhere." Blaine felt his heart fall but the smile and sheer determination on his face didn't falter and he kissed her hand again.
"One day fair Simone.." he smiled, releasing her hand. "You will meet with me outside of business bonds." She smiled and looked to the young man, head tilted slightly, her pale blue eyes peering into his.
"Perhaps…" She vaguely replied, eyeing his grip on her hand which didn't loosen. "Excusez-moi Monsieur, but I'm afraid I need my hand back." Blaine laughed and nodded, loosening his grip slightly.
"I give it back with reluctance." He informed her and she blushed yet again, ever so slowly withdrawing her hand from the young man's grasp before turning to the car, heart hammpering against her chest.
"Au revoir, Blaine." She smiled, sitting into the car and smiling to him. Blaine stood by the door and just gazed to the beautiful woman in the blue dress and he inclined his head. Stretching out, he closed the door and stood back, coat hanging over his arm while he watched her being taken away from him yet again.
"Someday…" he whispered to himself.
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"Oh Sam, he whisked me around the room and I felt like I was on a cloud." Kurt laughed like a little schoolgirl, waltzing my himself around the small space of their living room, his wig and make up still on. Now though, he was dressed in a pair of waist high, brown slacks with a far too large, puffy white shirt which swayed with every movement. Kurt stumbled over clothing and even bumped into a chair, Samuel laughing from his position standing against the wall with his arms over his chest.
Kurt danced over, not very gracefully but he pulled Samuel by the arms and pleaded loudly for him to dance with him to the imaginary music in his head. Samuel laughed and waltzed with Kurt, the two clumsy in their bare feet, hopping over charcoal, clothing, shoes and the occasional dish.
The place was a mess, not dirty but…lived in and that was how the two men liked it. Both burst into their own song, the sound catastrophic as Kurt babbled made up words to a waltz and Sam blurted out some jazz jargon but both laughed and danced until Sam's knees came in contact with the couch and he fell backwards, dragging Kurt down with him. The young brunette falling onto his best friend firm stomach, laughing loudly.
They gained their breaths after some moments and Sam moved so he was properly laying on the hard couch. Kurt sprawl up onto him, resting his head on the younger's chest, feeling his slender body rise and fall with each and every one of Samuel's breaths.
"You should have seen it Sam." Kurt said again with a low moan as his eyes closed and he recalled the feeling of being with Blaine. "Everyone was looking to us…and when he held me I felt like I was the only person in the room….in the world." Samuel bit his lip, realizing Kurt was falling hard for Blaine. As much as he loved his friend and wanted him to be happy he knew Kurt would never do so if he continued chasing after someone who didn't even know he existed.
"Kurt…" Sam began, about to voice his opinion as Kurt sighed blissfully.
"I don't think I've ever been so happy Sam." He told him, causing Sam to bit his lip and feel something stir in his stomach, something bad. Kurt grew sleepy, he had drank enough wine tonight, he would sleep well. Samuel was warm, his arms were thick and firm, the hard muscles meant he wasn't soft, not like Blaine's but it felt nice to curl up to.
"Sam…?" he said, his voice sleepy as Samuel wished they could have at least gone to bed rather than having Kurt fall asleep on him here.
"Yes, Kurt?" he asked, stroking his hair as the Brunette made himself comfortable.
"I think I'm in love…"
There was a sudden silence in the room and Samuel simply didn't know how to respond. What could he say? Wake up, Kurt. This man thinks you're a woman?
"That's nice." He simply replied as Kurt smiled to himself, hugged Sam close and fell into a slumber.
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Blaine didn't contact Madame Dupont for the following week. He returned to his large home that evening, noting how the silence that greeted him was as deafening as ever. He removed his dinner jacket, hanging it upon the dark oak knobs of his coat hanger and closed the door, locking it after him. It was a nice area of Paris but Blaine had reason to be careful. His home was filled with wonderful, expensive items.
The young man stretched out and took the white rose from the pocket of the jacket he had hung, smelling it. He had a smile on his face as he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent, recalling how Simone smelt of fresh flowers from her hair and spicy vanilla. The odor had been so strong when she buried her face against his neck, it had surrounded him. His mind wandered to forbidden thoughts as he recalled what it was like to have her body pressed against his. He wondered how it would feel to touch her bare flesh, caress the soft skin of her stomach and breast. He wanted to place butterfly kisses starting at her lips trailing along her beautiful body.
Swallowing loudly, the older man opened his eyes and rested the flower on a chest of drawers. With a loud sigh he walked along the hallway, his smart shoes caused a din in the silent home. Outside, he could hear some dogs howling and the occasional car pass on front of his home. Blaine usually enjoyed the quiet but for tonight he wished Simone was still by his side. Perhaps someday she would come back to his home for a drink at the very least.
It was quite late, or early depending on how you looked at it but Blaine's mind was restless. His body was still buzzing from his evening with the beautiful lady. Pulling his watch from his pocket, he held onto the silver chain and opened the item. There was an old, faded black and white photograph of his parents in the locket watch.
His mother had died only three years ago of pneumonia and he gazed to her picture with a sad look in his eye before gazing towards his father who looked exactly like his son did right now.
The watch read 4:30 and Blaine knew it was time for him to sleep but his mind was racing. Simone invaded his thoughts. He recalled everything about her, from the strong scent of her hair to the way she danced, so graceful yet with a strength to her movements. She was unlike any woman Blaine had ever met before. The aura around her…well...he couldn't explain it.
When he closed his eyes, he could picture her vividly. He could recall her body, skin soft to touch but firm, her arms slender but strong, her hips sharp beneath the dress she wore. He wondered how it would feel to hold her naked body close to his, to inhale her womanly scent, kiss her, run his fingers through her luxurious, chestnut locks.
Her body itself was a mystery. Other than the occasional soft touch to her hip, Simone didn't allow the designer to touch her. Blaine would have so liked to have made a dress for the young woman. He knew she would never allow him to touch her intimately, even just to measure but Blaine was the best of the designers for a reason, his acute eye for detail and estimations.
He walked through the home, gathering some paper and charcoal and opening the large, red painted door that led into the beautiful garden in the centre of the home. Blaine loved it here, it was so peaceful. There was electric lighting around the koi pond and the area was decorated with paper lanterns hanging from above.
Blaine sat on a carved stone stool beside the pond and rested the paper upon his lap, beginning to draw by the buzzing electrical lights. When he closed his eyes, he could picture Simone. His hand did the rest of the work, drawing every curve of her body, scribbling down estimated measurements, fabrics, sketches of designs. The ideas came so effortlessly and it had been so long since designing couture had been such a pleasure for Blaine. But when he closed his eyes and pictured the beautiful woman in the design, he felt a warmth spread through his chest causing him to smile broadly. Ideas flooded through his veins and he decided this would be the only project he would work on until it was complete and ready for Simone.
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Kurt secretly was disappointed. A week passed, seven long, slow days and he wished so badly that Blaine had come, asked for him, for Simone. Kurt had hoped that Blaine would have sought him out like he had before.
There was something that made the young man feel so special about being wanted by Blaine Anderson. Every time he saw the young man, his heart beat faster and he felt like he couldn't breathe, violent explosions of butterflies in his stomach. And it was all made sweeter to know that Monsieur Anderson wasn't paying this form of attention to any one else in Paris. No, he had singled out Kurt…well, Simone.
He had hoped Blaine would look for him, want him but he had stayed away for the week. Kurt knew it was his own doing, he shouldn't have told the young man that he was otherwise engaged but he had wished so badly that that wouldn't stop the young man.
Kurt was located in one of the rooms of Madame Dupont's tower like home. He had no engagements for the evening, at least not to his knowledge. Natasha, a young woman who had only been employed here some weeks walked in, clad in her bloomers and a white corset. She looked to the desk, seeing Simone.
"Ca va?" Natasha asked and the young woman looked back.
Simone was beautiful, many of the girls here were jealous of her. The brunette woman didn't walk around half naked like the other girls. She was more reserved, delicate but there was something stronger about her than any other woman here.
" Je vais..." The other moaned and lowered her head, the brunette locks falling passed her face. "Tres mal." She sighed, Blaine hadn't left her mind all week. She so desperately wished she had at least heard from the designer.
Natasha looked to the woman and walked over, not saying anything but wrapping her arms around Simone gently and hugging her from behind. But it was Kurt that froze, cautions of the fact that her hands were upon him. Luckily they rested on his stomach and while Natasha mused at how firm Simone's tummy was, she didn't think anything suspicious of the young woman's body.
"Merci, Natasha." Kurt said in his voice which somehow managed to be high for a male let low for a woman and slowly pried the young woman's hands from his body and stood.
Natasha looked to Simone, the woman was so mysterious, no one knew anything about her other than her name….come to think of it they didn't even know her last name.
Natasha was about to ask the young woman out of curiosity when someone knocked on the door. Both ladies looked to the entrance as it opened to reveal a courier, clad in a blue vest and smart black pants. The young man gazed to the scantly clad Natasha and gorgeous Simone, his eyes wide, cheeks flushed.
Fluently in French, he apologized and averted his gaze and while Simone just nodded, accepting and Natasha almost flaunted her bareness.
The young man carried a package and looked to the brunette woman, hesitantly walking into the room and handing it to her. Behind him, peering through the entry, were many of the young women employed here, curious what could possibly be in the package.
Simone could feel all their eyes upon her as the young man gave her the nicely wrapped pack and left but no one else did. Many of the women actually walked in and the young blonde woman blushed lightly, resting the package on the table she was standing by.
There was murmurs all around her, querying who it was from and what it was. Attached to the wrapping was a small card and the young woman opened it, brushing the fine chestnut hair from her face.
I should hope you will finally be free after your busy week.
The small card read and she smiled, suddenly realizing who it was from.
The ballet offer still stands. I shall be ready to collect you by 7 and I should hope you will grace me with your delightful presence. This is a token, I should hope it is to your liking. Blaine Anderson.
Simone blushed and looked around. Everyone was chattering among themselves as she stretched out, carefully tearing the brown paper from the package only to reveal the most beautiful carmine red, silken Chinese style dress.
It was so unlike anything any of the girls had ever seen, let alone owned. Everyone mumbled, every girl green faced with envy as Simone held a hand made Blaine Anderson gown in her hands.
Kurt's heart thudded, the dress was beautiful. He could tell that this was a big deal but being a male, it wasn't the dress that mattered. It was the fact that Blaine Anderson had had made this dress, for Simone, a gift.
"Oh my…" A low, more mature voice echoed when Madame Dupont walked in, passing the envious girls and smiled gently to the blonde holding the dress. She reached out and touched the soft silk of the dress. "I believe it would be impolite not to wear this for him tonight." She smiled and Simone blushed as the Madame ushered every woman out of the room and closed the door. Once alone, Simone held the dress to her chest, smiling broadly.
Some time later, Simone emerged from the room, many women just loitering around, having to see this exquisite dress.
It was long and extend down to Simone's ankles. Blaine had recreated everything Simone favored in her usual dresses. It had a high collar with pink trim which ran along the neckline, extending down to a simple but beautiful design of soft pink flowers and green leaves. This pattern was worked into the dress with the most detailed of stitching. It also had sleeves which would extend down past her elbows. The gift also included a matching a pair of soft soled, red satin shoes with gold threads worked into the fabric. It hugged her figure, every curve visible, even clinging to her endless, slender legs.
Every woman in the home gazed with jealousy at the gorgeous blonde. Simone's hair was tied in a French plait that extending down her back. She had woven in one of the pink lilies-which hadn't wilted-at the end of her hair. She also customized the outfit with a red fan that had been hanging on the wall, it matched the dress almost perfectly. Even Madame Dupont found she felt a tinge of jealousy as the young woman walked by her.
"Gorgeous." Madame claimed, touching the soft, silk fabric of the exotic outfit and looking directly to her employee. Simone thanked her gently and left the silent building to find a car waiting outside to bring her to Hôtel Baltimore, to Blaine.
The car drove along the strangely quiet streets of Paris and Kurt felt something close to excitement bubble in his chest.
The hotel looked so grand and as the car approached and his heart leapt as he gazed out the window only to see Blaine dressed in a crisp black suit with gold embroidery along the jacket and a top hat.
Kurt's breath caught in his chest as Blaine approached and opened the door of the car, smiling gracefully to the young woman. Stretching in, he helped her out of the car, his eyes feasting upon the perfectly fitting dress. Blaine felt a hot flush rise inside his body, filling him, arousal and attraction bubbling over as he gazed to the young woman in the dress he designed himself.
"You look…..phenomenal." he gasped as she smiled, gracing him with a twirl. Blaine stopped her showcase by touching her hand and their eyes connected. He felt his heart swelling over, how could one woman be so utterly gorgeous?
Kurt gasped as Blaine's hand moved only to come in contact with his cheek and they gazed to one another for some moments. He could feel his heart thundering against his chest again. Was he going to kiss him? He so desperately wished so. He gazed to the plump, pink lips of Blaine and bit his own, painfully wanting to lean in and just touch their mouths together.
"Shall we?" Blaine asked, removing his hand and extending his arm to the young woman. Smiling broadly, Simone rested her palm along the back of his hand.
"We shall." She whispered sweetly.