Not Like You I'm Different Version 2
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Chapter 8: Grilled What-Now! Part 2/?
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"I'm a ninja, that's why you didn't notice me steal your phone," I replied with a giggle as I turned to look at Kurt. He looked back and smiled at me with a giggle.
"So are you going to show me these moves of yours?" Kurt asked as I stood up. I pulled him up as well and pulled him to me. I pulled him into a hug and rested my head on his chest.
"How about now," I replied calmly as I looked up at him with a smile. "I'll go put on some sweat pants and a tank top and I'll be back to show you some fun." I let go of him and walked up to the room that I would be sharing with Kurt that night. I walked to the dresser, pulled out a set of pants and a tank top; before I pulled the clothes I had on, off, and put the new ones on. I walked back down to Kurt and smiled at him.
"So what exactly are you going to do?" Kurt asked as he looked at me. I walked up to him and smiled before I moved the coffee table against the wall and walked back to Kurt before gently pushing him onto the couch.
"That all depends, I can show you a gymnastics bit, or a bit of martial arts," I replied with a grin as he looked at me. "Whatever you want Kurtie, whatever you want me to do, I'll do." I looked at him and waited for a response.
"I want you to show me your flexibility," Kurt stated as he looked away and then back to me. I smiled at him and looked him in the eye. I sat in the middle of the now clear floor space and began the process of putting my left leg behind my head, followed by my right leg.
"Anything in particular you want me to do?" I asked as I pushed myself into the air on my hands. I dropped back to the ground and unhooked my legs from behind my head and slipped into the bridge. I threw one foot over and flipped into a standing position.
"Can you do a split?" He replied from the couch with a look of fascination. I nodded and fell into a split. I pulled my back leg up and bent my head back to touch my foot. I switched slowly to a side split and put my hands in front before lifting myself up and going into a hand stand.
"Yes," I stated as I went back into a split and lowered myself to the ground. I crossed my legs and looked up at him with a smile on my face. "Anything else?" I cracked my back before pulling my legs under me and bending backwards.
"Not really," He replied as I sat back up. I stood up and bent forward to touch my toes. I moved toward the couch and sat next to Kurt. I turned to face him and smiled. He looked at me with a look of admiration and respect.
"Can you dance?" I asked as I looked at him with a smile that refused to leave my face. I inched closer and closer to him on the couch; he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I rested my head on his arm and grabbed the hand of the arm that wasn't around my shoulder.
"Yeah, I thought I told you that," He replied as he looked at me. I held his hand tightly and snuggled into his arm. He held me closely and ran his thumb over my knuckles. I reached up a bit and kissed his cheek.
"You may have, I would love to see it," I asked as I sat there in Kurt's arms, "what kind of dancing?" I was suddenly shifted into his lap so that I was side ways in his lap. I rested my head against his chest with a smile.
"I took a few different classes," He replied as he wrapped his arms around me. "Ballet and tap, a little Jazz and River Dance." He held me tightly as we sat. I nodded and wrapped my left arm around him, put my right hand on his chest and kept my head on his chest.
"Could you teach me something some time?" I asked as I looked at him. I felt him nod and grab my hand. "Thanks, we should probably do out homework now though." I tried to get up but found Kurts arms locked around my waist.
"You said you knew how to dance," Kurt asked as he ran a hand up and down my arm, "why do you want me to teach you?" We sat there, him running a hand along my arm, me running my fingers up and down his chest.
"I don't think my type of dancing is what you're thinking it is," I whispered as I looked up at him. I felt the movement on my arm stop, so I stopped running my fingers up and down his chest. I shifted so I was sitting next to Kurt instead of in his lap.
"What kind of dance would that be?" He inquired softly as I reached for his hand. I looked at him with a smile and waited.
"Belly dancing and …," I replied before trailing off. My smile turned into a smirk and I found myself standing up, pulling him with me. I grabbed our bags and pulled him up to my room; I dropped the bags on the futon and pushed him into a sitting position.
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"What was that second one?" I asked as he sat next to me. His smirk turned into a grin and he shook his head as if to say: "Not telling." "Please tell me." I muttered as I looked at him.
"Pole dancing Kurtie," He replied with a chuckle, "you're dating a person who can pole dance." He smiled and then looked away. I put my index finger under his chin and made him look me in the eye.
"I think that's awesome," I whispered in his ear as I let go of his chin. "You've got more guts then I do." I ran a hand though his messy, but amazing looking, hair. He looked away, but not before I caught a glimpse of a blush that dusted his cheeks.
"Could we please do homework instead of talking about my elective courses?" Jake asked as the blush that dusted his cheeks became worse. He grabbed his bag and pulled out his assignment book, looked in it and tossed it back into his bag.
"I'm sorry, I just love learning these things about you," I replied with a smile as I went and grabbed my own assignment book, I opened to the days date, and saw nothing. "I'm just a little surprised that any school would offer such courses."
"Performing Arts school, remember?" He asked slyly as he looked at me. I tossed my assignment book back into my bag as well. I nodded as he shifted our bags to the floor and lay with his head in my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled down at him.
"What time is our dinner planned for?" I asked as he nuzzled himself into a more comfortable position. He pulled out his phone and looked at it for a few seconds before putting it away again.
"7:30, its 4:30 now," He replied quietly as he sat up. "The restaurant is two hours away, we should get ready." He sat up. "You can wear what you have on, or you can wear my clothes, I have to change though." He stood up and walked to his closet, walked into it and came back out 15 minutes later dressed in a black Armani Suit.
"If you're wearing that, we should match," I stated as I stood up. He pulled his suit jacket off and held it over his left shoulder. He nodded, tossed his jacket over the back of his desk chair, and pulled me toward his closet.
"I bought this just for you," He murmured as he pushed aside a few suits and pulled out a black suit, he handed it to me, I looked and it was Armani. He left the closet and closed the door. I quickly changed into the suit, carefully folded my outfit, and left the closet.
"If you don't mind my asking," I inquired as I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the wall of his room, "how much did this set you back?" He grabbed his suit jacket and put it on before he walked up to me.
"To tell you the truth, I don't remember," He replied as he grabbed my hand and pulled me downstairs. "I bought it last night but I used my credit card, probably about $150 or $200, not all that much." He pulled me out the front door and out to the opening garage door.
"What made you buy me a suit?" I asked as he pulled me into the garage, opened the passenger door to his BMW M3, helped me into the car, went around to the driver's side and got in.
"Wanted to, thought you'd like it," He replied as he started the car, pulled out of the garage bay, and drove out of his drive way. "If you don't like it, we can get a new one."
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"This place looks expensive, and I love this suit," I stated as he got out of the car, came around and opened my door. I grabbed his hand and got out. We walked to the door of the restaurant and he opened the door for me.
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"Name?" The head waiter asked in a monotone as he looked at his book.
"Karofsky, table for two," Jake replied. The man checked his book, nodded, led the boys to a table, and handed them menus before he walked away.
"Hello, my name is Victor," A waiter stated as he walked up to the boys table, about five minutes after the other man had left. "I'll be your waiter tonight." He looked at the boys, "What can I get you to drink?"
"I'll have an ice water," Jake replied politely, Victor wrote it down and looked at Kurt.
"I'll have the same," Kurt replied as the waiter jotted it down.
"Very good, I'll be back in a minute or two," Victor stated as he walked back to the kitchen.
"How did you find out about this place?" Kurt asked quietly as he looked at his menu. Jake smiled softly as he looked at his own menu.
"From a friend of mine, Blaine," Jake replied softly as he put his menu down and looked at Kurt. Victor came back with two glasses of water; he placed them in front of the boys and looked at them.
"Have you two decided what you want?" Victor asked as Kurt put his menu down.
"Yes, I'll have the spaghetti and meatballs," Kurt replied as Victor took the menus.
"I'll have the chicken parmesan," Jake replied, Victor took their orders and walked back to the kitchen.
"Thanks for this Jacob," Kurt stated as he looked at Jake with a smile. Under the table Jake nudged Kurts foot every few minutes, Kurt smiled as he nudged Jakes foot in return.
"It's no problem," Jake replied with a soft smile. "I love you and would do anything for you." Jake held his hand out over the table and looked at Kurt. Kurt took Jakes hand and gripped it gently.
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Well that was part 2 of chapter 8. There's something big coming up. I'd love some reviews please, I know people have this on their alert list so obviously you want to know what happens next. Review and you'll find out faster. Much love… me.