Kurt
Blaine


Chapter 11.

Wednesday couldn't come quick enough for either of the two men. It dragged like no amount of time had ever dragged before. Although, ever since they'd traded numbers, they were texting almost constantly.

(Monday 7:26pm)

How was class? X

It was good thanks, we're in the middle of making our final song pieces, so it's pretty good. Yours? X

Okay, we're sort of in the middle of our final performances too. It's stressful! X

Tell me about it! X

(10:38pm)

So what's your favourite colour?

Colour? Oh, definitely pale blue. X

Why pale? X

Blue's a cold colour, but something about pale blue feels warm. Like, you know when you go in the ocean and it's warm from the sun? Well, clear oceans are a shade of pale blue which makes it warm to me. Too confusing? X

Nothing confusing at all, I get what you mean. And sometimes the ocean has these green specks in it, and it's so beautiful. X

Exactly. X

"Exactly." Blaine had said quietly to himself. Picturing Kurt's eyes was becoming his favourite thing to do.


(Tuesday 12:03pm)

Do you still want to go out with me tomorrow? X

I'm not so sure. X

Okay? X

Blaine. X

Kurt. X

I was joking. X

Ohhhh! Good, well how about you text me your address and I'll pick you up at 7? X

What if I want to pick you up? ;) X

But I asked you out, it's the gentleman-ly(?) thing to do. X

Do I get to witness those prep boy manners in action? X

I'm offended.

:P

I can do that too. :P

*eye roll*

*double eye roll*

Really Blaine?

Really Kurt?

Child. Now shush, I need to pay attention in class! X

(12:50pm)

Me a child? :O
What you're ignoring me now?
Rather pay attention to a teacher with belly flab?
I have abs you know!
A lot of them.
And muscles too!
From the boxing.
And don't even get me started on the size of my..

BLAINE! Seriou

Seriou..sly send me a picture? Well okay then ;P
Just what position would you like me in?
Because I did go to a summer gymnastics camp, I'm quite flexible.
Although, I bet you are too!

(3:02pm)

My teacher took my phone. He read out our entire conversation. He'd like to know if we could 'be flexible' in our own time!

Kurt, I don't want to rush things, so please can we not talk about your flexibility? X

YOU brought it up! For the love of God, he actually thought you were going to send him a picture?

Of what? X

You know what!

I really don't! X

Your thing.

Could you hold on for one minute whilst I find and then strangle Jeff?

Oh..

Yeah, I'm sorry he embarrassed you and I'll have him go to NYADA tomorrow and apologise to your teacher! I didn't even realise he had my phone! X

It's fine, honestly. I'm sorry I accused you! X

Well, it was my phone. X

I'm still sorry, tomorrow? X

Tomorrow. I can't wait. X

Me neither. You know where the Parkland Road is? X

Yep X

Number 6. It's the only apartment block there. X

Thank you, I'll see you soon. X

You too. X


Finally, Wednesday morning arrived. Both Kurt and Blaine woke up wishing it to be 7 o'clock already. The day passed, like the day before, slow. Extremely slow. Kurt spent all day worrying too much about his outfit to actually sow many clothes and Blaine was fretting over whether to go with or without a bow-tie, whilst he made his video for that Friday.

After much deliberation, he went with the bow-tie and was leaving his apartment at 6:45pm. Dressed in smart black jeans, with a white shirt; a pale blue cardigan and a blue bow-tie to match.

He walked up to the apartment block, his palms slightly sweaty and head spinning. The flowers he'd stopped off to buy, held firmly in his right hand. The sleeves on his cardigan rolled up to his elbows, allowing some cool air to his body.

The sun was setting, the sky tinged red. However, several dark clouds scattered the air above.

He reached the buzzer pad, and pressed the button for apartment 6. He took a step back and waited patiently.

A sudden burst of sound emitted from the speaker.

"Hello?" A girl answered with energy, Blaine wished he had at that minute.

"Hi, uhm hey! I'm here for Kurt?" He questioned, best to make sure he had the right apartment first.

"Come up!" She shouted excitedly. Blaine could only guess that this was Rachel. The door jutted open and Blaine caught it, opening it fully and walking in. The lift was off to the left, with twelve floors of apartments; Blaine didn't really feel like climbing six flights of stairs.

He reached the sixth floor, without any issues. With a quick once over in the lift mirror he exited the doors and came face to face with apartment six. A floral patterned, number six hung on the door, just underneath the spy-hole. Blaine couldn't really tell what the inside was like, just from the outside. Apart from the design of the number, it looked like an ordinary apartment. But, Blaine knew different. The fashionable man who lived behind the plain black door would never live in an ordinary apartment.

He gripped the flowers tighter and knocked three times on the door. He heard a squeal from inside and then a door slamming, the next thing he knew the door was open and he was struggling to breathe.

"Woah," Blaine breathed out, so he was still breathing. Kurt looked stunning, he knew he could pull off skinny jeans but this was talking it to a whole new level. The black jeans hugged his legs, extremely tightly, in all the right places. He was wearing a mauve coloured, long sleeved shirt, which was also extremely tight. Did he even have any blood circulation? His shirt came with a skinny black tie that showed off his amazing figure. But what had Blaine drooling were Kurt's white Doc Martins. They were beautiful and tied in perfectly with the rest of his outfit.

Blaine couldn't think. His eyes moved over Kurt's outfit several times, he hadn't even made it to his face yet. When he finally regained his thoughts and was breathing steadily, he allowed himself to look into Kurt's eyes. Bad idea. The wind was knocked straight out of him. He'd looked into those eyes a few times now, he'd dreamt about them for three consecutive nights, but nothing could of prepared him for that moment.

The green specs had melted into the blue, creating a magical colour Blaine wasn't even sure had a name. His pupils were ever so dilated and that's when Blaine realised that Kurt wasn't looking back at him, or well his eyes.

Kurt was doing his own admiration. Blaine squirmed under his eyes, moving up and down his body. He could feel Kurt criticising his outfit, probably thinking that the colour of his cardigan didn't quite suit the shading of his shoes or the tie not being exactly straight or...

"Woah, yourself!" Blaine would've continued, but Kurt interrupted him. Now, they were both staring into the other's eyes, blown away and unable to say much else.

Rachel peaked her head out of her curtain, concerned by the lack of conversation and door shutting. She was surprised to see both men stood in the doorway, Blaine holding a bunch of flowers, staring at Kurt; Kurt leaning on the door; keeping himself steady. She smiled to herself and decided to intervene; maybe she could do something to help.

Both men were brought out of whatever trance they were in by Rachel's voice.

"Hello, I'm Rachel, Kurt's more talented roommate." She teased and while Blaine grinned, Kurt glared at her.

"Lovely to meet you, Rachel. Do you have any plans for this evening?" Blaine asked politely.

"Nope, I'm all alone tonight!" She replied, Blaine catching the muttered 'for once' Kurt said.

"Well, I hope you have a lovely night. These," Blaine gestured to his flowers and then to Kurt. "Are for you!" He grinned from ear to ear when Kurt blushed and looked slightly taken aback.

"Thank you, Blaine, they're beautiful." He handed the flowers to Kurt, and he left to put them in water.

"They are." He said, without taking his eyes off of Kurt's retreating back. Rachel was watching him intently as he said those words and couldn't have felt happier for her best friend.

Kurt returned moments later, free of flowers and looking ready to go.

"Ready?" Blaine asked.

"Yes." Kurt returned nervously. They both left the apartment with a short goodbye to Rachel. As they descended in the lift, Blaine couldn't resist taking Kurt's hand and whispering ever so softly in the quietness.

"I'm nervous too." Kurt squeezed his hand and was a little breathless at how well Blaine was able to read him. Their joined hands were sweating the smallest amount, but that didn't matter as they strolled slowly towards the restaurant, in comfortable silence.

They walked into the restaurant, Blaine opening the main door for Kurt; allowing the younger man into the warmth first. They were given a table towards the back of the restaurant, hidden behind a wall that would give them privacy.

The waiter came over to their table not long after they were seated, smiling brightly at Blaine, ignoring the fact that he was obviously on a date.

"Welcome Mr. Teenage Dream, may I get you anything to drink?" He winked at Blaine, whose eyes widened and looked to Kurt for help.

"He'll have water, and I'll have the same." Kurt said in a firm tone, he reached across the table and took Blaine's hand in his. The waiter glared at him but didn't move a muscle, so Kurt gave him a little hint. "You can leave. Now." Blaine had to cover his mouth with his hand to prevent laughing at the waiter, who looked very scared at angry Kurt.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side." He said once the waiter had finally walked away, Kurt released his hand but Blaine quickly grabbed his as he went to pull away. "Holding hands is okay." He smiled sweetly.

"I'm sorry, I had no right. He was obviously a fan; I didn't mean to get between you two." Kurt said embarrassed as he rested his forehead in the hand Blaine wasn't holding in his own.

"Kurt, that guy didn't want my autograph."

"You're right, he probably wanted a picture, God I'm so sorry!" Blaine laughed loudly, earning the attention of the few people around them.

"Kurt," He started, once Kurt lifted his head from where he'd previously pressed it into the table, he continued. "He didn't want a picture either, I, uhm, kind of get that a lot." He said and rubbed the back of his neck, whilst doing so. "From male waiters, sometimes female ones too. They either want my fame, or into my pants. I'm guessing the girls want the fame, because gay." He pointed to himself. "I probably should have told you, I mean how do you go out on dates when everyone wants a picture or an autograph." Sensing that Blaine was about the ramble, Kurt cut in.

"First, that waiter's hair was a mess; I'm hoping that whoever you date has better hair than that. Second, I know who you are, I know what you do and I know how many people you effect. Which leads into my third point, I knew that before he came over and I knew people would probably do that. I'm actually surprised it hadn't happened while we've been out already. So, don't worry about, let's just enjoy this now." He finished with a smile that Blaine returned.

"Are you ready to order now?" The waiter returned, looking less happy than before and Blaine was sensing a little bit frightened too. He had to stifle his laughter while Kurt ordered and then he choked out his order as quickly as possible.

Their meals came around twenty minutes later; Blaine's a small Margherita pizza with a side salad, drizzled with some kind of Italian sauce, which looked particularly appetising. Kurt's meal was a lasagna, his too with a side salad, but without the sauce. He didn't know how many calories would be in the sauce and he wanted to save himself for desert. They discussed small subjects whilst eating, favourite things, work schedules and more importantly how they got into their respective line of work. Soon, their plates were being carried away and drinks being re-filled.

"Do you want desert here or we could go to the ice cream bar just down the road?" Blaine asked Kurt, looking extremely excited with the prospect of ice cream.

"Let's go for ice cream." Kurt agreed. Jumping out of his seat and running to the bar, he paid for their meals before Blaine even had the chance to catch up with him. Kurt walked back to where he was stood at the door, he was about to argue so Kurt held his hand up to stop his flow of words. "You can pay for the ice cream." He stated, then pushed the door open and insisted that Blaine leave first, what should have been a simple 'thank you' and leave, ended up being a thirty-second argument about who should go through the door first.

As soon as they walked out of the restaurant and onto the street, Blaine casually grabbed Kurt's hand and smirked whilst he continued to walk. Kurt looked down to their joined hands and back to Blaine's face like a yo-yo, then smiled when Blaine turned to face him. They walked close together, their hands still joined as they walked the streets of New York. The air was cold around them and the clouds dark above, the first few drops of rain began to fall. Kurt snuggled further into Blaine's side, if at all possible, making it harder for him to walk in a straight line.

"Kurt, are you trying to kill me?" Kurt giggled; then pulled them both back into the middle of the pavement.

"Sorry, you're warm and I can't get close enough."

"Really?" Blaine turned to him with a smirk. He pushed Kurt in front of him and circled his hands around Kurt's waist, pulling him flush against his body. "Close enough?" He whispered into his ear. His cold breath travelling down Kurt's cheek making him shiver.

"Maybe, maybe not." Kurt replied as they struggled to walk once again. The rain started to fall faster so Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand again and broke out into a run. "What are we doing?" He asked whilst trying to keep up with Blaine's pace.

"It's raining; don't want to ruin your hair and we have ice cream back at my apartment." Kurt couldn't really argue with that and they started running faster. They ran through a dozen streets and dodged a few puddles, Kurt latched on tightly to Blaine's hand, before they reached his apartment. They ran up the few flights of stairs and came to a stop outside of a red door. Kurt eyed the door curiously, whilst Blaine unlocked the door, wondering whether all the doors in this block were red or if Blaine's was extra special.

"Have you ever played Guitar Hero?" Blaine asked once they reached the inside of his apartment.

"Have I ever? I'm King of Guitar Hero!" Kurt replied with a smug smile.

"Want to play?" He gestured at the guitars sitting in the corner of the room.

"Sure." Blaine walked slowly between the two sofas towards the TV, eyes moving rapidly for any sign of his roommate's underwear. His deemed the area clear and started to set up the game.

Meanwhile, Kurt was walking around the living space, as soon as he'd walked in; he'd made the decision that Blaine's apartment was extra special after all. The walls were painted to look like a forest, it was magical and Kurt couldn't believe his eyes. The furniture was made from all the same type of wood, and the seating matched the coloured walls. The apartment was a rather large size, a hallway led left, from the entrance area, to the bedrooms. A door to the right, Kurt peaked his head inside and saw the kitchen; he then saw another hallway which travelled down the side of the kitchen to several doors. But as soon as he walked in, straight ahead was the living space, the forest of green was enchanting.

"Wow." He breathed as he walked towards Blaine; he dropped onto the sofa, whilst he finished setting up the game.

"Huh?"

"Oh, I said wow, your apartment is amazing!" Kurt said, sounding overwhelmed.

"Oh this, yeah Nick has quite the eye for design." Blaine replied. He looked over to Kurt, whose eyes were still gazing at the walls in disbelief. He chuckled to himself and moved to where Kurt was sitting.

"Which song?" Blaine asked, holding out a guitar to Kurt.

"You choose, I'll kick your ass on any of them!" Blaine smirked and selected six songs before moving on to the level, where he chose expert level. If Kurt thought Blaine was going to go easy on him, he was so wrong. Both men stood in front of the TV, legs apart, hands settled on the frets and ready to play. The drum beat kicked in of the first song, The Middle by Jimmy Eat World, Kurt scoffed when the title came up. "You can back out now, if you wish."

"Never!" Blaine shouted as soon as the notes flooded the screen. Kurt was concentrating hard on hitting all the right notes, missing hardly any. However Blaine, being a music major had the upper hand, he was singing and dancing along to the beat and not missing a single note.

Once the song was over, Kurt turned to glare at Blaine.

"You tricked me!"

"No, you never asked if I was any good!"

"You ass!" Kurt shouted, dropping his guitar onto the sofa. He tried to grab Blaine, but he was too fast and ran off, which was what led to Kurt chasing Blaine in circles around the apartment.

Blaine began to tire and was amazed by Kurt's speed and stamina. He couldn't keep up with his pace anymore and collapsed on the floor. The unexpected action caused Kurt to run straight into the pile of man on the floor and fall. Blaine's guitar laid on some other part of the floor, where he dropped it a while ago, which was lucky for Kurt as he landed on top of him with a thud.

Only seconds later, Blaine was caught off guard by Kurt's attack. The younger man grabbed Blaine's sides and tickled him; he was soon laid with his back against the floor and Kurt straddling his waist. Neither man was entirely bothered about the position they found themselves in and neither really cared as they were both laughing too hard to even notice.

"Get some Blaine," Were the words that pulled them apart, Kurt was the first to notice their position, but with confidence he only found with Blaine made a show of lifting his left leg over Blaine and gracefully falling down on the other side of him. Blaine's cheeks coloured and the two guys, stood at the door, whooped with joy. The blond guy was the first to step forward, hand stretched out towards Kurt "Hi, I'm Jeff and I apologise for interrupting what was going to be the best sex Blainey will ever get!" Kurt's mouth dropped open and Blaine's looked as if he was about to blow a fuse.

Kurt thought he heard Blaine mutter 'bastard', although Jeff seemed not to hear it and waited for Kurt to take his hand, which he did, once he was able to think again. "I'm Kurt, apology accepted." He winked, and Jeff grinned, backing away to stand back at the door. "And you're Nick, right?" He pushed himself off of the floor and walked over to Nick with his hand outstretched, much like Jeff's.

"That's me!" Nick said, as he shook Kurt's hand. His eyes then moved to Blaine, still red and on the floor. "Nice to know you're talking about us."

"Yeah, what bastards you are!" Blaine said, as he too pushed himself from the floor and walked over to the men at the door. Except, instead of shaking their hands he punched them hard in their biceps. "Bastards." He spoke and made his way back over to the performance area.

"You designed this place?" Kurt asked in awe. Nick blushed to which Jeff slung an arm around his shoulders and grinned brightly.

"Yes, he did! He's the bestest designer in the world!" He exclaimed which cause Nick to blush more.

"I don't know about that," Nick argued.

"No, seriously, you are!" Kurt countered. "This is amazing; I couldn't believe my eyes when I walked in. Tell me this is what you study at Uni?" He asked.

"Uhm, no." Nick replied, slowly rubbing the back of his neck, eyes downcast.

"Why the hell not?" Kurt almost screamed at him, and then went on speaking design talk, that Jeff really had no business being part of. He removed his arm from Nick and wandered over to where Blaine was packing Guitar Hero away. He sat down beside his best friend and smiled softly at him.

"Hey bro," He started, Blaine turned to look at him with a questionable face. "Nick and Kurt are talking design." Blaine's mouth turned up in a smile, he liked the fact Kurt was getting on with his friends.

"Do you, uh, like him?" Blaine asked, to which Jeff laughed.

"You are kidding, right?! He's awesome, well from the five second conversation I had with him, he's awesome. Hot, too." He smirked, and then frowned when Blaine punched him hard in the arm. "Wow, protective." He laughed.

"I'm glad you like him, because I really do." He said soft enough for only Jeff to hear, he probably could of shouted it though and the other two men wouldn't have heard, as they were deep in conversation with one another.

"I can tell." Jeff said he stood up and gestured to the kitchen with his right hand, "ice cream?"

"Yes!" Blaine shouted and chased him into the kitchen.

An hour later, Blaine and Kurt stood at the door to the apartment. They'd spent the hour with Nick and Jeff, talking about random things and High School, as well as eating spoonful after spoonful of ice cream. But, it was time for Kurt to leave, which led them to both being stood at the door, arms wrapped around each other in a bone-crushing hug. When they released, they smiled shyly at each other.

"I'll see you Saturday!" Kurt said, pointing out how dramatic they were being.

"I know," Blaine said quietly. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure?"

"If there were two Celebrations left in the tin. A Malteser and a Bounty. Which would you take?"

"Really Blaine?" Kurt questioned but received a stern look in return. "Fine, I'd have the Malteser because I really cannot stand coconut. Just, no."

"Would you be willing to share the Malteser?" Blaine questioned seriously.

"It would depend entirely on who I was sharing with." He said playfully, not quite understanding where Blaine was going with this.

"Me, would you share it with me?"

"Of course. Can I ask why we're talking about a box of chocolate?"

"Many people don't like coconut, I don't, I wanted to make sure we were right for each other." He finished, Kurt laughed.

"You are one super dork." Kurt smiled sincerely.

"I know, but now that I know we're compatible. Would you Kurt Hummel like to be my date to Saturday's event?" Kurt was about to reply, when Blaine added, "boyfriend date?"

"Let me think about it?" He teased, but Blaine's face dropped and he regretted trying to be funny. "That was a joke. Yes, I would love to!" Blaine leaped forward into Kurt's arms, wrapping him tightly in another hug. "I really have to go now," Kurt said as he released Blaine from his hold.

"Okay, but text me as soon as you get home and not a moment later!" Blaine squeezed Kurt's side and watched him go.

"I will," Kurt shouted back. "See you soon, Blaine." He smiled brightly at him then descended the stairs. Blaine ran to the top of the steps and shouted down the steps.

"See you soon, boyfriend!" He felt like a child, but he really couldn't care. He had a boyfriend, a super-smart, super-hot and super-amazing boyfriend. He was going to shout it to the world and do it with an extremely large smile on his face.


A/N: I'm sorry if you find any mistakes and I'm sorry that this chapter took so long, College is taking up all of my time. I'll try and get the next chapter out quicker. As always, thank you for reading! Enjoy Glee and I'll see you next time.