Author's Note: Get ready for some adorableness, Finn douchery, and… THE DATE! My usual thanks go out to all of you that have reviewed, alerted, and favorite'd this story. I do love it and I am glad that you do, too. Now, I hope the length of this chapter does not spoil you. I will not be writing 6,000+ word chapters all the time. I just didn't want to torture you guys by making you wait for the date. However, I am of course a teeny bit evil and I hope that you will forgive me once you read the chapter. ENJOY!
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Puck's POV
After my encounter with Blaine in the locker room, I am floating. That night I sleep solidly through the night; although, I am sure that I dreamt of Blaine. I wake up hard with fleeting images of holding Blaine, kissing Blaine, touching Blaine. After taking a shower, I get dressed and eat breakfast, all the while thinking about Blaine. I want to do something for him today, something sweet, but I have no fucking clue what to do. I'm not usually one for wooing – that's the word, right? I just… he had such a hard day yesterday and I know that he is still going to be sore, so I want to do something to brighten his day. After all, it is Friday and our date is tomorrow.
I still can't believe that I have a date with Blaine! You would think that I would be freaked about kissing and holding a dude like I did yesterday or regretting saying yes to a date with a guy, but I don't feel any of that. I don't know. If it was anyone else, I would be freaking. Actually, if it was anyone else, I would never be in this position. I know that. But, with Blaine things are different. I have never felt the way I do about him about anyone. I know that we hardly know each other, but there was just this instant connection that I can't explain. I know that we are going to have a lot to discuss tomorrow night on our date. I mean, I know that he is going to be concerned about the sexuality issue and I don't know what I can say about that. I just want to be with him. I like how I feel with him. The best I can describe it as is that Blaine gives me a feeling of… home.
So, back to my dilemma... What the fuck can I do for Blaine today? There is no football practice today, so I can't kick Leaman in the nuts. I doubt he would want like flowers or candy or something, plus something like that would probably be too much and too public for right now since we still need to discuss everything. We do have Glee so I likely can smack Finn upside the head again, but that will most probably happen regardless and – let's be honest – that is a treat for everyone. I need something Blaine-specific. Fuck. I just don't know him well enough yet. Dammit dammit dammit… Oh! Shit! Hummel! He maybe can help. But, I just hope that he doesn't question it right now.
I check the time and pick up my cell. Hummel is probably awake by now. I'm sure that he has some sort of long morning routine or something for getting ready for school. Hopefully he won't be all bitchy if I interrupt it. I scroll to Hummel's name and hit call. After almost three rings he finally answers.
"Ummm… hello? Puckerman?"
"Hey Hummel."
"So, you are calling me because…"
"Well, um, so you know how Blaine had a tough day yesterday?"
"Yes?"
"Well, I think that it sucks that he has had a hard start at McKinley between Finn and Leaman."
"I agree…"
"So, ummm… I want to do something nice for him so that, you know, he can end the school week better than it started."
"T-That's very nice, Noah. What do you need from me?"
"I don't really know what to do. I-I don't know him like you do. I just know that I want to do something that will make him smile. So, ummm… I was hoping that maybe you could give me an idea to make that happen."
The line is silent for a few minutes, and I am freaking out the whole time. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe I should not have called Hummel. Fuck. What was I thinking? I should just hang up and pretend that this didn't happen. Fuck that. This is for Blaine. I can do this.
"Hummel?"
"Hummel?"
"KURT!"
"What? Oh. Sorry, Noah. I was thinking."
"Oh. So, any ideas for me?"
"Well, I think a coffee might do the trick."
"Seriously? Just a coffee?"
"Yeah. Blaine is fairly low maintenance and he appreciates the little things. He loves coffee, especially from the Lima Bean. He always gets a medium drip and it never fails to make him smile."
"Ok. Thanks. Later, Hummel."
"Bye."
~ovOvo~
My trip to the Lima Bean is an experience. I get the coffee no problem (plus a little surprise), but then I come across a problem when I get to all the coffee additions. I have no idea if Blaine likes any of this stuff… creamer, sugar, pretend sugar, cinnamon, honey. Fucking Hummel. Since I have no clue, but I want Blaine to be happy, I scoop a little of everything into the bag while I juggle with the cup of coffee in my other hand, and make my way to school.
As I enter the hall, I see Blaine at his locker and can't help the grin that crosses my face. I start to make my way over to him, when I notice Leaman reach Blaine. It looks like he is about to make a move towards him when Leaman happens to catch sight of me. We stare at each other for a moment before Leaman turns around and walks away. Smiling triumphantly, I approach Blaine murmuring, "Good morning."
Blaine's head snaps towards me and I see a beautiful grin cross his face. "Good morning to you, too."
We smile at each other for a moment and then I remember his coffee. "Ummm… so I got something for you." I say softly, all of a sudden feeling kind of nervous.
His eyes are surprised, but there is a sweet smile on his face as he asks, "Really? Something for me?"
I nod and hand over the cup of coffee and the bag from the Lima Bean. The surprise clear on his face, he takes them from me with a bashful smile. "Thank you, Noah. This is so sweet."
I feel my nerves disappear with those words. I watch as Blaine sniffs the coffee and his smile widens. "Medium drip? How did you know?"
I smile and say, "I have my sources. I may or may not have called Hummel and asked him what I could do to surprise you and make you smile…"
Blaine carefully sets the coffee down inside his locker and makes a move to open the bag. I watch biting my bottom lip as my nerves return since the bag contains my own addition to the surprise, aside from the coffee extras. As he peers inside the bag, I watch his eyes light up. Blaine looks up at me with those amazing happy eyes of his and asks, "You got me a chocolate chip muffin?" I can only nod in response, the look in his eyes kind of stole my words away.
Finally finding my voice again I add softly, "W-Well, I was at the Lima Bean getting the coffee like Hummel suggested and I noticed the muffins. I love chocolate chip muffins and I thought that you might like one. Also, I grabbed some of all the different coffee extra things since I didn't know what you may add to your coffee."
"Noah," he whispers, "I really wish that I could kiss you right now. This is the perfect start to my Friday." As soon as the words are out, though, I see the slight panic that enters his eyes so I whisper back instantly, "Hey. Please don't panic. I wish that, too. Actually, I have wished that since I woke up this morning." I smile as I see the panic fade away to be replaced by a look that I can only call amazement, but why he would be amazed by me I will never know.
"Well," he says after clearing his throat, "I love chocolate chip muffins. It is one of my two favorite muffins actually, the other being blueberry. And, the coffee and the extras are all fabulous as well, the cinnamon and the honey in particular. Thank you so much, Noah. You really didn't have to do this, but it is so very sweet and I am so appreciative."
I give him a wide smile and reply, "You are very welcome. I just… after yesterday with the bullying… I just wanted to see you smile and get your day started off right."
As we are smiling at each other, the warning bell rings. "Shit. I have to hit my locker before class. See you later?" I rush out. With a little adorable laugh Blaine replies, "You know it." With one last smile, I take off to my locker at a jog. I probably am going to be late to my first class, but it was totally worth it.
Blaine's POV
When I wake up, I have a smile on my face. I know I dreamt of Noah, but I have no memory of what actually happened in my dreams. It must have been good, though, because I am filled with this warm happy feeling of home and I have a very hard cock between my legs. As soon as I make a move to get out of bed, though, the smile slides off my face and my hard-on subsides some. God my body hurts. Fuck. Me.
I manage to make it into the shower and the warm water soothes my sore muscles enough to make me feel like I should be able to manage through the day. I have to go… I promised Noah. As I am getting dressed (very slowly), I can't help but think about how Noah kissed me yesterday. I can't believe that he said yes to the date. Tomorrow cannot come quick enough for me.
Since my body is so sore and I am moving much slower than usual, I don't have the time for breakfast at the house or to stop at the Lima Bean to get my coffee. Damn. Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now. I just have to make it to lunch and I can load up on caffeine and food then.
By the time I get to school my body is moving more smoothly and is not quite as painful as it was earlier. Thank goodness! I make it to my locker with no incidents and start to get ready for my morning classes.
Noah surprises me at my locker with a medium drip, a chocolate chip muffin, and coffee additions. It is the most amazing surprise. No guy has ever surprised me like this before. It is such a sweet gesture and the words and looks that he is giving me are once again making me feel all warm inside. I always wanted to feel this way, but I never have.
It is more than attraction. It is like when I woke up. I feel like I am home, which is weird because even at my house I don't really feel like I am home. It really isn't a home. It is just a house. Home implies family, and while I do have a family and we love each other, they are never at the house. It is like we have a long-distance relationship with occasional visits. So, home is a sensation I don't normally experience. But, Noah gives me that feeling and I can't explain why. I do know, though, that I am not going to fight it.
When I tell Noah that I wish I could kiss him, I can't help but panic that it was too much, that I shouldn't have said it. But, somehow, Noah knows I am worried and he is able to soothe me instantly. I can't help but look at him in amazement. How the hell is he able to read me so well already?
After Noah takes off to his locker, I quickly get myself organized and make it to my first period class right as the bell rings. I sit through class drinking my coffee and eating my muffin wondering how the hell I got so lucky.
The rest of my day flies by, except for the class that I have with Noah. I can feel his eyes on me and sometimes he catches me looking at him. Once, when our eyes connected, Noah winked at me and I swear my cock hardened in one second flat. Whoa.
Before I know it, the school day is over. Although I didn't get to see Noah at lunch (he had another lunchtime detention), I did see him in the hallways in between classes. Every glimpse made the butterflies in my stomach go haywire.
When I make it into the choir room after school with no problems, I can't help but smile. Today was amazing… in addition to Noah's sweetness and our constant fleeting looks, I was not locker checked once. Thank God since I really don't need bruises on my bruises.
As it turns out, I am the first to make it to Glee. The piano is calling to me, so I sit down and start to play one of my original songs, lightly singing the lyrics. I stop playing as everyone starts to trickle into the room. I am somewhat surprised when they all start crowding around me asking how I am feeling and if I am okay. They guys rant about how they will happily kick anyone's ass who assaults me, while the girls coo over how my body must feel very painful.
Finn is the only one that doesn't seem at all interested in my welfare. In fact, the look on his face is very cold and it makes me uncomfortable. I forget the feeling, though, as soon as Noah enters the room and beelines his way right to me.
We all make our way to the chairs, Noah's hand lightly brushing against mine. Shit, I wish that I could hold his hand right now. Maybe Monday…
Kurt's POV
I get home from school and flop down on my bed. I am sooooo glad that it is Friday and the school week is over. As I begin to unwind, I decide to review what I learned today…
Well, today was certainly an interesting day. I can't say I was not surprised when Puck, of all people, called me this morning during my morning lotion routine. I was even more surprised when I found out why he was calling. My initial thoughts had been that he had meant to call Finn but got confused and called me instead, or maybe Finn wasn't answering his phone so Puck was going to use me as his messenger boy. But, when he said that he wanted to make Blaine smile I couldn't help but smile myself.
After I got off the phone with Puck I hurried through the rest of my morning routine so that I could get to school quickly and watch when Puck surprised Blaine. I watched as Puck started to approach Blaine, I watched as Puck stared down Leaman who was obviously about to attack Blaine again, and I watched as Blaine's face lit up when Noah finally made it to him and started talking. From where I was, I saw that Puck had gotten Blaine something else in addition to the coffee that he was very happy with. When I asked Blaine at lunch about what he had gotten from the Lima Bean this morning (leaving out any mention of Puck), Blaine's face pulled into an amazing smile and he told me that he had gotten his coffee and a chocolate chip muffin (he also left out any mention of Puck). I have to hand it to Puck… the muffin was genius.
I continued to watch them throughout the day when possible. I saw many quick glances and soft smiles, especially during Glee Club. Oddly enough, every time I noticed something of that nature, I couldn't help but feel happy for them. Whatever may or may not be happening between them, they are both happy. And, they deserve to be happy. Maybe I should try to figure out some sort of couple name for them or something in case something does develop between them? Huh. That could be tough. I drift off to sleep thinking of the possibilities: Plaine, Bluck, Boah, NoLaine, Anderman, Puckerson…
SATURDAY
Puck's POV
I wake up to my phone beeping at me. Grumbling at being torn from a very nice Blaine dream, I grab up my phone to see who I need to hurt. All thoughts of torture leave me, though, when I realize that it is Blaine texting me. I'll take the real Blaine over dream Blaine any day. Plus, this is a pretty awesome way to wake up.
Smiling, I click the text open:
From Blaine: Good morning, Noah. I hope you slept well. I hope that I am not waking you up?
I quickly respond:
To Blaine: Morning, gorgeous. I would never complain about being woken up by you.
I wait patiently for Blaine's next text, knowing that he must be blushing up a storm on his end.
From Blaine: Sometimes you are too sweet for your own good. ;-) Are we still on for tonight?
Laughing to myself I respond:
To Blaine: You haven't seen anything yet! ;-) I can't wait to see you tonight!
The response is almost instantaneous:
From Blaine: Same here! :-D How about you come over at 7pm? I can cook us dinner… any requests?
Damn! He can cook? Oh yeah!
To Blaine: 7pm is perfect. As for dinner, how about you surprise me? I eat everything and I am not allergic to anything as far as I am aware.
I hesitate for a moment before I fire off another quick text:
To Blaine: PS – I think it is very hot that you can cook…
I bite my bottom lip hoping that my last text didn't push anything too far. All of a sudden my phone beeps and I pick it up nervously, only to laugh at Blaine's response:
From Blaine: OK. Surprise it is! As for your PS… Wait until you see my apron! ;-)
After a few more texts back and forth, I am in possession of Blaine's address and Blaine says goodbye since he has to pick out a recipe and hit the grocery store for tonight. I text back my goodbye and lay back down in my bed to daydream about yesterday when Blaine and I exchanged cell numbers after Glee Club.
When Glee Club ended, everyone bolted since it was Friday. I noticed that Blaine was moving slowly and not actually making to leave the choir room, so I decided to hang back as well. Once everyone was gone, I walked over to him and took his hand in mine as he looked up into my eyes and smiled that gorgeous smile of his. We stared at each other for a few minutes and then Blaine broke our eye contact, looking down at the ground and then bashfully back up to my face. I gave his hand a little squeeze and he squeezed back.
I heard Blaine take a deep breath and then he mumbled shyly, "Ummmm… so, I thought that maybe we could exchange cell numbers so that we can make plans for tomorrow… sound good?" I pulled out my phone in response, passing it to him with a huge smile on my face. He beamed back at me and handed me his phone. We both entered our information and traded phones back.
After, I offered to walk him to his car which I did while he blushed the entire time, as our hands were clasped tightly together. I watched him start his car, wave to me, and drive off. His promise to text me in the morning was still ringing in my ears as he disappeared from my sight.
Geez. Every moment with Blaine seems to be either adorable as all hell or sensual and sexy as all fuck. What's more is that I already miss him. I think I may already be whipped. How the hell did that happen? When did it even happen? I have no answers. All I know is that I can't wait for tonight. I think it just may be the start of something amazing.
Blaine's POV
After texting Noah this morning, I decide to get my butt into gear and start getting ready for our date tonight. I am probably way more excited than I should be, but I can't help it. I can't wait to spend a chunk of uninterrupted alone time with Noah in complete privacy.
Before I can head to the grocery store, though, I need to figure out what I am going to make for dinner. Unfortunately, I am stuck on that decision and it is driving me nuts. I want to make something that will fill us up, but not sit heavily in our stomachs or make us sleepy. It has to be something tasty, but perhaps not spicy or filled with garlic in case we decide to re-enact the locker room. I also would like for it to be something impressive yet simple, I don't want to come off as trying too hard. Ugh!
Okay… how about couscous with steamed vegetables for the "side salad" and turkey burgers with portobello mushrooms, bacon, tomato, cheddar cheese, and some sauces to choose from on the side… like honey mustard and bbq sauce? Plus, cantaloupe and perhaps some strawberries with whip cream for dessert? Yes! That sounds perfect, I think! Casual, but special. Definitely healthy, but not over the top.
With my decision finally made, I happily make my way to the grocery store. I grab all the necessary ingredients as well as a liter of Coke Zero to drink. In the back of my head I remind myself that we could potentially have some wine at some point tonight. There are tons of options at the house and my parents would never notice one bottle missing. Anyways, it is a definite possibility.
My grocery store adventure is over quickly and before I know it I am back home. I check the clock and see that I have actually plenty of time before Noah is due to arrive. I decide to prep the food now, so that all I have to do later is cook. I figure I will wait until Noah arrives before I do the actual cooking. We can chill together in the kitchen while I make the meal. I mean, he did say that he thought that it was very hot that I can cook. Why not take advantage of the situation?
To prepare the food for tonight, I need to cut up the vegetables for the couscous salad, slice the portobello mushrooms and tomatoes for the burgers, form the burger patties (since I am making them from scratch), and ball the cantaloupe and cut the strawberries for dessert. After the vegetables and fruits are dealt with, I grab the ground turkey meat to prepare the patties. I add rosemary and a few other seasonings, a little olive oil, and small cubes of cheddar cheese to the ground meat. I carefully knead it all together and then form four patties so that there is enough for seconds. We are growing teenage guys after all.
With all the food ready for tonight, I quickly make myself something to eat for lunch and sit down to watch a little television. I watch a few episodes of "Psych" and then realize I should probably clean a little. Looking around, I see that the living room and kitchen are actually in great shape. The whole downstairs is really since it is just me here and I tend to pick up after myself in the main parts of the house. My room, though, is another story. Clothes, books, and sheet music are everywhere. Ok, so I don't know if I will have Noah in my room, but better safe than sorry. It takes me about an hour, but my room is finally clean and my bed has new sheets (not that I am planning on doing anything on my bed, per se, but you know…).
The rest of the afternoon passes in a flash and before too long it is time for me to hit the shower and get dressed for my date. Noah is going to be here in an hour. Fuck me I am so nervous!
Puck's POV
All day I have been getting progressively more nervous about my date with Blaine. After our morning texting session, I was so content and excited. But, as the day continued, those feelings started to give way to panic and nervousness. Oddly enough, it is not the fact that I am about to have a date with a man that is making me uneasy. The thought of seeing Blaine is the only thing that helps to calm be down actually.
What is freaking me out is the fact that this is my first date that means something and could end in something amazing and real for once in my life. I am Noah "Puck" Puckerman. I am a badass, a screw up, a sex shark. What if I say or do something stupid that screws up what we could be? What if I push things too far and it makes him uncomfortable? What if I fuck this all up before it even really can begin?
After each of these freak outs, I think of Blaine. The way we kissed and held each other in the locker room, how happy and surprised he was when I showed up at his locker with coffee and a muffin, how adorably shy he was when he asked me on this date. Blaine sees something in me. He can see that there may be something great between us. He doesn't think that I am going to fuck it up. All of these thoughts help to calm me, until the crazy thoughts invade my mind again. It is a fucking cycle.
Finally, though, I am all dressed – and looking quite smokin' hot if you ask me – and ready to head over to Blaine's house. Before I leave I make sure to grab the cd that I made for Blaine today in between my panic attacks. It may be cheesy, but I think that Blaine will like it and I feel like I need to show up with something, especially since he is making dinner and this is our first date of hopefully many. In the chick flicks that I have been forced to watch, whenever there is a first date, the guy shows up with some flowers or candy. But, we are two dudes. So, I decided that a mixed cd of some of my favorite songs would be a good thing to give him. I know that Blaine likes music, and maybe he has all these songs already, but something tells me that some will be new to him and really it is the thought that counts.
I arrive at his house five minutes early – nice job, Puckerman! – and sit in my car for a minute trying to decide if I should wait until 7pm or just go ring the doorbell now. Since I don't want to wait any longer to see Blaine, I decide to just bite the bullet and walk up the path to the door and ring the doorbell. As the door starts to open, I suck in a huge breath. Then, there in front of me is a beaming Blaine.
Blaine's POV
I am nervously pacing my living room, anxiously eyeing the time on the grandfather clock. Just a few more minutes and Noah should be here. Shit I am nervous. All day I had managed to keep myself pretty calm, keeping myself busy with planning, shopping, preparing, cleaning, getting showered and dressed. It took me a while, but I finally decided to wear my dark blue skinny jeans, an emerald green Henley, and my lucky dark blue bowtie. But, now I have been ready for the last twenty minutes, most of which I have spent pacing around my house.
When I hear the doorbell ring, my breath catches and I freeze momentarily. I quickly make my way to the front door and open it to see Noah standing on my doorstep looking incredibly handsome in tight black jeans and a deep blue dress shirt, with the top two buttons open. Holy hell!
"H-Hi, Noah. Ummm… come in, please." I step aside and Noah enters my house, passing closely by me. He is so close that I can smell his cologne. Oh my God… he smells amazing.
As he passes me Noah murmurs, "Hi, Blaine."
I close the door and lock it, before turning around to face the gorgeous man standing in my entryway. When I turn around, Noah is actually a lot closer to me than I expected. My breath catches and for a moment we get lost in each other's eyes. Very slowly Noah leans into my personal space and pulls me into a sweet, strong hug. I close my eyes and nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his cologne and reveling in the warmth radiating off of him. I'm about to be a little embarrassed about my nuzzling when I notice that Noah is doing some nuzzling of his own with his face in my hair.
I am content to just stay there forever, but then I hear Noah's stomach grumble. With a little laugh, I pull away some and smile up at Noah. He gives me a small, adorable smile in return.
"Come on, I think it is about time I fed you." I laugh.
Noah laughs as well and replies, "Sounds good to me. But, first…"
I tilt my head to the side and cock an eyebrow at him, wondering what he thinks is more important than me getting some food in him. "First?"
"Well, I… ummm…" Noah flounders with his explanation and I begin to worry that he isn't going to stay after all, that he doesn't want to discuss the possibility of there being an "us" or he wants to pretend that what happened in the locker room never happened. That is, until he is shyly handing a cd to me as he mumbles, "But, first, I want to give you this cd I made for you. It has some of my favorite songs on it. I thought you would like it more than flowers or candy or something."
I look at the cd in my hand in shock. Never has a boy ever given me something like this. This has to be the sweetest gesture I have ever seen. I look up at him and see that he is watching me with anxious eyes. I beam at him, and I see the anxiety disappear. "Thank you sooo much, Noah. You are so sweet. I love it already because you made it for me, but I am sure that I will also love it once I see what songs are on it as well. I am excited to see what your favorite songs are. Thank you!" Then, I lean in and give him a gentle kiss on his cheek. Now we are both beaming.
"How about I get you fed now, huh?" I say to him.
Noah smiles and cheekily replies, "Yes please, before I have to complain about the service."
Laughing, we make our way into the kitchen and I offer Noah a seat at the breakfast bar which is situated right by the cooking area. I get him set up with a glass of Coke Zero, and pour one for myself as well. Then, I start pulling all the food out of the refrigerator. Noah's eyes widen in shock and I shake my head in amusement at his reaction.
"So, Noah," I start, "I prepared all the food earlier today… you know, I cut the vegetables and fruit up and prepared the patties. By the way, we are having burgers. So, I just need a little bit of time to cook the food that needs to be cooked, but that won't take long at all. Burgers are ok, right?"
Eyes still wide, Noah nods his head in the affirmative and states in an awed voice, "You did all this for me?"
I smile and respond, "Of course I did. I hope you like it once it is ready." Noah smiles and whispers, "Thank you. I'm sure I will love it."
"Oh!" I shout. "I forgot the most important part…"
Noah raises his eyebrows at my outburst, but then dissolves into laughter when he sees that I am putting on my apron. My apron is awesome… it is black with a scene of Chef Smurf in all his blue glory cooking up a storm. I throw Noah a crooked smile and say proudly, "See, I told you that you would have to see my apron. It's pretty hot right?" Still laughing, Noah smirks and replies, "Oh yeah. It is incredibly hot." I just smile in response and nod my head in agreement.
Noah watches as I begin to move around the kitchen to cook our dinner. We chat about our days and about our plans for the rest of the weekend. At times, Noah asks me to explain what I am cooking (the couscous is a new concept to him). At other times, I can see the question in his eyes as he continues to intently watch me cook our meal, so I take it upon myself to describe what I am cooking (the burger patties I had made were clearly burgers, but they looked different from what Noah was used to so I answered his curious stare). He seems rather impressed by the meal I am preparing. Hopefully he will still be impressed once he tastes it.
Finally the food is ready and, since I like the homey feeling we have going in the kitchen and I don't want to lose it, I decide we should eat in the kitchen rather than the dining room. The dining room would feel too formal. That decided, Noah carries our plates of food out to the kitchen table and I follow behind with our glasses of soda. We take our seats and I hold my breath while Noah takes his first bite of the meal, which happens to be his burger (he seemed more intrigued by it when I was cooking than the couscous, so I am not surprised that he makes a beeline to taste the burger first). Fuck me, I'm so nervous.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I see Noah's eyes light up and sparkle when he takes his first bite of the burger. He likes it! He fucking likes it! Yes! I am soooo awesome! My mental celebrations end when Noah speaks, "Blaine, this is just… amazing. This is the best burger I have ever had. Honestly." I smile and murmur shyly in response, "I'm glad you like it. I really wanted to make something special for you. I actually designed the burger especially for you."
Noah reaches across the table and takes my hand in his. He gives it a quick squeeze and then pulls it up to his mouth where he presses a gentle kiss to the pulse point in my wrist. My breath hitches and his eyes sparkle as he whispers, "Thank you." We just look into each other's eyes for a moment before we pull apart and begin to eat our meals.
Our dinner conversation is very fun. We decide to play 20 Questions to get to know each other better. The questions elicit sweet and funny stories or amusing anecdotes of our pasts. By the time we are finished with dinner, I feel really happy. Our conversation was so easy and playful. I feel like we got to know more about each other. I am now even crazier about this guy than I was when he first walked in my door.
We take our plates over to the sink and quickly clean up the mess together. I mention that I have made something for dessert, but we both decide that we aren't quite ready for dessert yet. I gently take Noah's hand and lead him into the living room. I sit us down on the couch and I turn my body so we are facing each other and Noah does the same. I give Noah a small smile and clear my throat nervously. Noah reaches out and takes my hand in his once again and offers me a sweet smile.
I gather up all of my courage and look Noah in the eyes as I start to whisper, "Now might be a good time for us to discuss what we both want this to be, what we want it to mean."
Noah smiles encouragingly at me and gives a little nod of his head to show me that he agrees that we need to have such a discussion.
"Noah," I breathe, "I don't know how you would feel about this, but… I would really like to be your boyfriend."
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Next chapter: The date continues and Noah answers Blaine's question.
Possibly some making out, maybe more.
I know… I'm evil. LOL.