One of my kind reviewers brought to my attention that, though the plot line that I'm using has been slightly over done, I apparently bring a new twist to it. I appreciate her saying that, but I'm not sure it's different enough for my liking. When I started this fic it was for me, and how I thought the future should play out. But, like most writers, I now have an audience that craves for excitement. For that reason I am attempting to make things more unique then I originally planned from now on.
Blaine's morning started out as any other. It began with a shower, breakfast, and a nice, hot cup of coffee. The coffee tasted a little more bitter than usual, but that certainly wasn't what made the day so peculiar. No, Blaine's day become out of the ordinary moments after he started shuffling through his unopened mail, something he'd neglected to do over the past few days.
At first he only saw the bills that took over most of the large stack of envelopes, until finally he reached the bottom and paused for several moment. In his hand was an invitation to Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson's wedding. His first reaction was to laugh because, though he hadn't really become close to them until senior year, for the time he did know them they were always such a strange, dramatic couple. He did, of course, interact with them a lot because Finn and Kurt were brothers, after all.
Blaine paused mid thought, realizing exactly what that meant. Going to the wedding didn't just mean having the chance to see Finn and Rachel again, it also meant he would be seeing Kurt. He set the invitation aside and sunk down on his couch, resting his head in his hands. I can't tell Emily about this. Blaine could already picture her reaction, and shuddered.
Blaine had walked into work that day, fully prepared to keep the secret from Emily, until she began going into this very long, detailed story about how she'd gone all Sherlock Holmes on Kurt, and found out where he lived, and worked, and liked to eat. Blaine interrupted her as she began describing some cute little restaurant.
"I got invited to a wedding in April."
"What?" Emily had looked completely perplexed, and Blaine almost didn't want to continue.
"It's Kurt's step-brother's wedding," Blaine told her after several antagonizing minutes. Emily gaped at him, shook her head slightly, and grinned widely.
"Oh my gosh! Blaine, you have to go!" Emily exclaimed, staring excitedly at Blaine. He was sure that she was resisting the urge to jump up and down.
"I know, I know. I wasn't planning on skipping it," Blaine grumbled, not looking Emily directly in the eyes. He couldn't stand how happy the situation made her.
"I can't believe you didn't mention this sooner!" Emily whined, causing Blaine to glare at her.
"I didn't get the invitation until this morning." Blaine groaned, staring at her in disbelief.
"Yes, but the first thing you should have said when you walked in here is-"
"Emily, you know now. Just shut up," Blaine sighed and started making his way to the backroom. He felt emotionally drained, and couldn't understand why. So what if he was seeing Kurt soon. It shouldn't have been a big deal. He just hadn't felt this confused since running into Finn at the store, and they barely even spoke.
"Don't come crying to me when you need to find something to wear," Emily muttered to him in a singsong voice and Blaine mentally slapped himself.
"Oh, man. I didn't even think about that!" Blaine said, turning back at her. She looked incredibly smug. "I will find something."
"Are you sure? I've seen you in far too many cardigans to ever be healthy," Emily's dark eyes were trailing his body and Blaine suddenly realized that he was, indeed, wearing one of his many red cardigans. Perhaps she was right.
"I wasn't planning on wearing a cardigan!" Blaine protested loudly, wishing deeply that he were wearing anything else. He'd rather be naked, actually.
"Uh-huh."
"Really, I wasn't! I was going to wear this one black suit I have in my closet. It should still fit," Blaine was talking more to himself than to Emily at that point, remembering the last time he'd worn the suit.
"You look breathtaking," Kurt said, giving Blaine a signature toothless smile. His eyes were blue against the navy bow-tie he wore around his neck. Blaine had never seen anyone look so extremely adorable before.
"You look- You just- Wow," Was all Blaine could manage. In the back of his mind he remembered last years prom. Kurt had worn a kilt. Though he had to admit, Kurt managed to pull it off, he preferred his senior prom outfit much more.
Kurt's whole outfit stood out, but in a completely simple way, something Blaine knew he was proud of. Kurt did enjoy making a spectacle out of himself. Kurt wore a tight-fitting black vest with matching, equally tight-fitting pants that Blaine sort of wanted to rip off of him. Under the vest Kurt had on a navy colored, long sleeved, button down shirt. There were softer blue designs decorating the shirt elegantly. His shoes were plain, simple, and black, and his outfit was finished off with the matching bow-tie that brought out the color in his eyes.
Kurt did a little spin for Blaine. "I look that good?"
"Better," Blaine grunted, unable to take his eyes away from his gorgeous boyfriend."Your hair. I really, really like the hair."
Blaine didn't even care that his voice sounded desperate. Kurt seemed flattered by it, in fact, and Blaine would have done anything to make Kurt feel good about himself. Especially in that moment, because Kurt's hair really did look sexy. He'd styled it so that it stuck up a little, his part almost hidden from view.
"You always like my hair," Kurt said, winking at Blaine. Carol came around the corner to take pictures and Blaine took Kurt in his arms, smiling brightly, proud to call the boy his.
"I almost want to just skip prom," Blaine told Kurt as the got into his car. Kurt gave him a quizzical look and Blaine grinned mischievously back at him.
"What would we do instead?" Kurt asked, biting his lip. Blaine felt the urge to inform Kurt to stop because that was his job.
"I have a few things in mind," Blaine said, leaning forward to kiss Kurt passionately on the lips. Kurt opened his mouth slightly, giving Blaine the opportunity to explore the other boy's mouth with his tongue. Kurt moaned slightly as one of Blaine's hands traveled up his thigh, the other resting on the back of the boys head. Tugging his hair softly.
"We should stop," Kurt whispered breathlessly. Blaine had removed his lips from Kurt's so that he could start sucking softly on the nape of his boyfriend's neck.
"Why?" Blaine asked, his lips still traveling across Kurt's flesh.
"Because this can wait until after prom," Kurt explained, straitening out his clothes. Blaine felt disappointed for a moment until he saw the lust in Kurt's eyes. They did have all night, after all.
"Yeah, you're right. It'd be more romantic if we waited, anyway," Blaine mumbled, starting his car. He took Kurt's hand in his as they drove, rubbing his finger softly with his thumb.
"Yeah, we've waited a while. Three more hours won't kill us," Kurt laughed as he spoke, not aware the his words had caused shivers to go down Blaine's spine.
"How long have you owned the suit, Blaine?" Emily asked, snapping him back to the present.
"Too long," Blaine half whispered, feeling himself shut down from the memory. He hadn't thought about that night in a long time. The first of many nights he and Kurt had shared themselves with one another.
"So we're agreed then? You need to buy a new suit?" Blaine nodded. "And you're going to let me help?"
"Yes, yes. Alright. Only because you're being a pest," Blaine complained, but secretly he was glad someone would be going with him. Most of the suits he'd ever owned were far too similar to one another. Perhaps he did need to change his style a bit.
Several weeks passed before Emily and Blaine were actually able to hit the town shopping. They decided to make a day of it, Emily wanting to pick up a few things too. Blaine had actually began to panic, thinking they wouldn't manage to find time before the wedding, until finally, the Sunday before Rachel and Finn's big day, he and Emily were both free.
"I really don't understand how I didn't know you were gay," Emily told him, three large bags in her hands. They'd bought a lot of shoes at the mall. More than they each needed, that was for sure. "No one I've ever met has ever been more obsessed with shoes."
"That's because you haven't met Kurt," Blaine said in a knowing tone. "I swear, I didn't used to be like this."
It took over six hours for them to find the perfect suit. And the perfect shoes. And the perfect tie. And the perfect cologne. Blaine was relatively certain that between the pair of them they'd been in every store in the mall at least twice, and he couldn't wait to get home so that he could get off his aching feet.
"You wanna grab a drink before we call it a night?" Emily asked casually as they walked out of the mall.
"Depends. Can I drop all this crap off at home first?" Blaine thought a drink sounded lovely, no matter how badly he wanted to relax.
"Sure, that's fine with me."
"Then let's go!" Blaine said enthusiastically, doing a little dance as they stepping into the cab.
"This is the same bar as last time, right?" Blaine asked Emily, after safely dropping his things off at his apartment.
"Yeah, I think so," Emily said, looking excited to have the night off.
Blaine liked this bar a fair amount. There weren't a lot of people crowding the place and the bartender was nice enough, though Blaine did wish the place had better lighting. He searched around to pick a booth. It was Emily's turn to buy the drinks. He picked a spot towards the middle, under an overhead light, and slid down, staring at the wall for a moment.
"The bartender is funny here," Emily said when she arrived back to the booth, two beers in hand.
"Yeah. Why, what'd he say?"
"He asked me if you were still gay," Emily laughed lightly, sitting down. Blaine laughed too, for a moment. It was then that he noticed Emily's eyes go wide, her gaze directed at the door.
"What?" Blaine asked, looking over his shoulder. His eyes darted around the room hurriedly, not seeing anything out of the ordinary.
"Remember how I said I sort of stalked Kurt?" Emily asked innocently. Blaine nodded and she continued, "Well, I might have found a picture of him online a little while ago."
"So, what does that have to do with anything?" Blaine asked, annoyed. Emily brought up Kurt far too much.
"It's just- I'm fairly certain he just walked into the bar."
Blaine turned around once more and saw it. A head of brown hair, styled carefully. Black vest, a wide scarf around his neck. He would recognize Kurt anywhere. He clutched the table tightly, unable to breath. Emily must have sensed it because she reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Go up and talk to him!" She urged, giving his hand a small push.
"Emily, what am I going to say?" Blaine was starting to get a little hysterical and took a long drink from his cup to calm his nerves.
"He's getting up from the bar stool! Get up!" Emily was suddenly by his side, pushing him from his seat, and toward Kurt. Blaine, who had no control over his body was unable to stop himself before running into Kurt. He fell backwards, and heard Emily's faint laughing from several feet away.
"I'm so sorry!" Blaine heard himself say. He couldn't believe what he'd just done.
"No, no. I'm sorry. It was my fault," Blaine could hear slight panic in Kurt's answer. He wondered momentarily if Kurt recognized him yet.
"I should buy you another dr-" Blaine began to say. He stopped mid-sentence when Kurt looked into his eyes. Kurt's eyes were a green shade that day, and Blaine thought he might faint.
"Kurt?" Blaine tried his best to sound surprised. Hopefully his years of theater payed off.
"Blaine? Blaine Anderson?" Kurt sounded more terrified then happy to see him. Blaine noticed that Kurt's hands were shaking slightly and couldn't remember them ever doing that before.
"Oh my gosh, I can't even believe..." Blaine then took notice that he'd spilled Kurt's drink on the floor.
"It's been a while," Kurt agreed, and Blaine couldn't help but notice Kurt was avoiding his gaze.
"Sit down, I'll buy you a drink. We should catch up." Blaine couldn't ever remember feeling so stupid as he walked toward the bar. Emily came up behind him, still giggling to herself.
"That went well," She whispered in his ear. Blaine shot her a look that might have killed a small animal.
"Can I have two beers?" Blaine asked the bartender, ignoring Emily all together.
"More already?" The bartender noted, looking back and forth between Blaine and Emily.
"Actually, I just met up with an old friend," Blaine explained in a hurry, pleading the man to hurry with his eyes.
"Dumping this young lady for another man?" He asked, handing Blaine the beers. Emily let out snort and Blaine sighed.
"Yes, actually, I am. Now, get out of here," Blaine told Emily sternly, trying not to speak too loud. He'd never been so mad, in yet so insanely happy in his life. I'm about to sit down and "catch up" with Kurt. How is this even happening?
Alright, now that we're caught up from Blaine's point of view I'm pretty sure the next chapter is going to involve some sort of flashback(maybe?) and the each of their nights after their little "catching up" session. Finally an introduction of Patrick! And then after that, the next chapter should be the wedding, which I'm really excited about. I miss all my favorite characters that aren't Kurt and Blaine. Review maybe?