Hello! This chapter was supposed to be all fluff but I can't seem to give Kurt a break so there is a little bit of angst and homophobia. But it all ends happy and there will be no lasting damage. So, enjoy some copious amounts of Klaine.
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P.S. Sorry. I'm reupdating the same chapter. I realized I put the wrong draft of this chapter up. It's just a few minor changes, mostly the same.
Kurt wakes up with a firm, warm surface beneath his cheek. Soft fluff covers him. Coffee and raspberry tickle his nostrils. A dull thumping soothes his tense muscles. He opens his eyes and peers up to see a gorgeous face surrounded by a ridiculous mane of dark curls. Blaine is adorable.
He stays in the comfortable hold of his boyfriend; and he still can't believe he gets to call Blaine that! His fingers absentmindedly trace across the planes of Blaine's chest. He trails them up to the neck he is breathing into, where he places a gentle kiss. Blaine stirs with a giggle, "That tickles." He murmurs.
Kurt smiles and places more kisses the area, deliberately dragging his lips across the sensitive skin. Blaine groans sleepily in protest but Kurt continues until the younger boy rolls over and pins him to the bed. "Good morning." Blaine whispers with a short kiss to Kurt's lips.
Kurt returns the gesture. "Morning. You know we should probably stop sleeping this way. We can't keep letting Nick and Jeff sleep together every night just because we want to sleep together every night."
"It hasn't been every night; it's only been four of the last five." Blaine argues. "And it's because you decided you didn't like sleeping apart on Monday night."
"Well, I didn't hear you complaining every time I crawled in bed with you." Kurt pouts at him, knowing he'll receive another kiss for it.
Indeed, he does and Blaine moves to murmur in his ear, "Never said I did." He kisses Kurt sensually there, then continues down his jaw and across his cheek back to his lips. There he presses one more firm kiss before getting up.
The two boys take a few minutes to brush their teeth and make the bed while they wait for Jeff to sneak his way back over from Woodsworth. They'd learned the hard way on Wednesday morning to let their roommates be the one to return to the proper room first after their nights together. With fresh breaths, and in Kurt's case a freshly moisturized face, the two boyfriends sit cross-legged on Blaine's bed, knees touching and fingers entwined between them as they talk the time away. Once Jeff does make his appearance Kurt slinks his way to his room to finish preparing for the day; he may have left an extra toothbrush and products in Blaine's room but the majority of it all, including his clothes, are in his own room still.
Tonight, he and Blaine have their first date as an official couple. Kurt takes extra time to prepare himself today. His shower is longer and his moisturizing routine is even more meticulous than usual. Every hair is placed perfectly up into a coif before he finally descends for breakfast.
Anticipation and anxiety course through his veins the whole day, which he spends with his friends. Wes is back from his Christmas break and is already breathing down everyone's necks about prepping for Regionals. He's called a Warblers meeting, despite the fact that it is Friday and school doesn't start up again until Monday. The meeting mostly consists of everyone trying to calm their manic head council member; but, it does waste away a few hours of the day, so Kurt is grateful for that.
Their reservation is at seven at the Bon Vie Restaurant, a nice French place in Columbus. They'll have to leave campus by about 6:40 to get there on time so Kurt ditches their group a little before five to go get ready. As soon as he reaches the room he is stripping and trying on a slew of different outfits. Again and again he changes, none of the selections ever feeling good enough, until his floor is soon covered with discarded clothing and he is staring into his mostly empty closet agonizing over what to wear. What is going to make him look his absolute best? Okay, he just needs to calm down and think about this more clearly; he has the fashion sense to make this work. Blue; he looks good in blue, it makes his eyes pop. And it's one of Blaine's favorite colors. He's got a light celestial blue dress shirt. It has some small silver detailing, which will look great with his silver vest. Black pants will look the best with that. And those Gucci boots Mercedes had given him for Christmas. But, what about accessories? Should he where a hat? Or is that too over the top? He's going on a date with a boy, they'll garner enough attention. It may be in Columbus rather than Lima, but it is still Ohio. Maybe he'll forgo the hat. But he chooses to where his keys charm around his neck rather than a tie, their glimmering silver looks fabulous with his vest. A glance at the clock once he's finally dressed and is putting away the rest of his clothes reveals he's just about out of time. He rushes into the bathroom to fix his hair and touch up anything that needs it. He's deemed himself perfect and made the room presentable just in time for a knock on the door.
He opens it with giddy butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Blaine stands there with a single red flower and looking absolutely gorgeous. The two of them stand for a moment just drinking each other in. "Wow! Kurt, you're stunning." Blaine breathes. Kurt blushes happily. "Um, this is for you." Blaine says handing Kurt the flower, a beautiful amaryllis. "I'm sorry it's so little. I ran out of time to go get a bouquet because I was stressing over my outfit. I know how much you love fashion and knew you'd end up looking fabulous so I didn't want to disappoint you with my fashion sense. So, I just picked this out of the gardens. I know it's kinda lame-"
Kurt cut Blaine's rambling off with a light laugh. "Don't worry about it. I love it. It's really sweet. Thank you, Honey." He says and hangs the amaryllis on his pinboard. "And you look very handsome." Truly he does. Blaine looks great in red. He's wearing a red blazer layered over a black shirt, with a white bowtie. His pants are also red and very nicely fitted. His loafers are black with white; and to top it all off his curly hair is only half gelled.
Blaine smiles as Kurt rejoins him. They link hands and walk out to Blaine's car in a comfortable silence. During the ride they sing along to the radio. Their hands are still joined across the center consol. It takes them a little over fifteen minutes to get to the restaurant.
Bon Vie Restaurant is stylish on the outside; within it holds delicious aromas and elegant lighting. "Reservation for two under 'Anderson'." Blaine tells the hostess at the front desk.
She looks up at him with a smile, but it fades some when she takes notice of Kurt and their linked hands. Kurt doesn't like her clear discomfort with them and is worried that they are about to be thrown out. However, she forces a smile back up over her wary expression. "Of course, Monsieur. Right this way." She leads them to a small table in the middle of the room. Kurt can feel many other eyes on them as they take their seats. This spot is less than ideal as just about everyone in the place can see and judge them. She leaves them saying their server will be out in a moment and walks off to the kitchen.
Kurt and Blaine share a quiet conversation for a few minutes before they see the hostess walk out of the kitchens followed by a rather pretty blonde girl, who she sets off in their direction. The blonde waitress approaches them and hands them each a menu. "Bonjour. I'm Delilah, and I will be your serveur tonight." She says in a thigh tinkling voice. She cannot be but a couple years older than them. "Can I start you off with some drinks?"
The two boys take a minute to look at their menus. Kurt speaks up first. "I'll have a Jus de pamplemousse, please."
She nods to him and writes it down. "Certainly Monsieur." She turns to Blaine, batting her eyelashes and asking. "And for you?"
Blaine just blushes as he looks at his menu. He glances up at Kurt's questioning expression. "Um… I didn't know that the menu was all in French. I can't read it." He mumbles embarrassed.
Kurt laughs. "Oh, Honey. Let me help you. Café is coffee, thé is tea, jus is juice or you can have eau, which is water."
"Uh. I like juice. Do they have lemonade?" He keeps blushing.
"A Citron Pressé for him, please." Kurt orders. The waitress writes it down distractedly not turning her attention from Blaine; her green eyes wide and avidly focused on him. She lingers for an extra few seconds and winks before walking off.
Kurt chooses to ignore her and turns his attention back to Blaine. He raises a mocking eyebrow. "You picked this place without knowing the menu was in French?"
Blaine, who is still blushing, hides his face in his hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't think about it. The staff all speak English."
Kurt laughs. "You are so cute. Do you want some help picking a meal?"
"Yes please." Blaine says.
"What are you in the mood for. Pasta? Chicken? Sea food? Escargot?" Kurt asks.
"Not snails!" Blaine says. "But other than that, it all sounds good. Why don't you pick for me? I trust you to get me something delicious."
"Mhmm. Or you just don't want to deal with any more French words." Kurt teases but smiles genuinely. He looks over the menu. "How about Parmesan crusted chicken?"
"Sounds good."
The waitress returns a few minutes later with their drinks. "Have you decided on your entrées?" she addresses Blaine only, standing very near him and facing him, effectively cutting Kurt out of the conversation. Her pen is placed to her lips as she waits for his response.
Kurt furrows his brows a bit but says, "Yes, we have. I'll have Truite Pochée au fenouil et beurre blanc. And my boyfriend will have the Poulet grille au parmesan. Merci."
She glances at him looking annoyed but takes the order. "I'll get that to you in just a few minutes, Beau." She says specifically to Blaine. Then turns around but glances back over her shoulder with a gentle hair flip and a smile to Blaine.
Kurt's eyes follow her with a less than pleased expression. "She's flirting with you." He grumbles displeased.
Blaine grabs Kurt's hand across the table. "Well, too bad for her I'm as straight as a rainbow and very much taken." He says. "Don't go getting jealous. At least no one's had any obvious homophobic qualms about us being here." Kurt melts for Blaine and they spend the time that they are waiting for their meals talking.
It takes a few minutes of pleasant conversation for Kurt to build up the courage to bring up the subject that's come into his mind recently. He waits for a lull in the talking to say "I really want you to meet my grandpa. And Carole."
Blaine looks up wide-eyed. "Huh?" Kurt more nervously repeats himself. Blaine's look of shock turns to astonished smile. "Really? I would love to Kurt. I know how important they are to you."
Kurt lights up. "Really? Are you sure? I know it's kind of a big step, meeting the family…"
"Kurt." Blaine cuts into his rambling. "Yes, I'm sure. We can totally do that. Anything you want." The way Blaine is looking at him is flattering; his eyes are soft and happy. "How about we go down next weekend.
Kurt squeaks cheerily and smiles huge. "You're the best."
Blaine pulls Kurt's hand towards his mouth to lay a kiss on it. But, at that moment their waitress returns with their food, interrupting the sweet gesture. She places Kurt's food down in front of him quickly; yet takes far more time to lay Blaine's down. She leans over slowly in his direction to lay it out. Her obscenely large breasts comes uncomfortably close to his face, and she has most definitely undone a few more buttons on her shirt since the last time she was here. Blaine averts his eyes to Kurt uneasily. Kurt squeezes his hand to reassure him and glares at the indecent waitress. "Anything else I can get for you, cher?" She asks Blaine, still leaning over like that.
"No. We're good thank you." Blaine dismisses.
Her face turns sour momentarily, then back into a displeased smile. "You need anything, just call my name." She tells Blaine and drags a hand down his arm. Blaine watches her leave disturbed and Kurt glares disgusted.
They clench their hands together and turn their attention to their meals. The food is pretty good and the conversation flows easy. Soon they've nearly forgotten their creepy waitress. Except the fact she keeps stopping by to ask Blaine if he wants anything. They continue to give her brief dismissals and ignore her otherwise. They eat and occasionally feed each other, until their food is gone.
Delilah comes rushing back as soon as they are eating the last bites. "Did you enjoy the food, Beau? Would you like some desert?" she asks. However, before either of them can answer she persists in speaking, with no shame saying, "I get off at eight; then I can offer you two sumptuous jugs of milk and some sweet buns; I'll even throw in a juicy red cherry on top."
Blaine looks sick and can't sputter out anything more than nonsensical sounds. On the other side of the table, Kurt has had enough. He glares at her back, which is again facing to him, and calls her out loud and clear so as not to be ignored. "That is entirely inappropriate of you to say."
A huff escapes her and she turns to him. "Oh don't get jealous, petit bitte ventouse. It was never gonna work out between you anyway. He's clearly just confused; if he were really gay he would have gone out with a real man rather than some one who is clearly gender-challenged. I'm just giving him what he wants: a real girl."
"HEY! Don't talk to him like that!" Blaine growls. "You are way out of line."
"Would you please quiet down, you, filthy fag! People are trying to have a nice dinner here." The man sitting at the next table butts in.
"As are my boyfriend and I. But our waitress is making inappropriate comments." Blaine retorts.
"We heard." The woman at that table says. "But the handholding you and that other faggot are doing is far more disgusting than her suggestions, and at least her reasons are admirable, at least she's trying to cure you. I wouldn't take the time; I don't think your kind deserve to live."
Kurt tries to pulls his hand away and curl into himself but Blaine won't let him. Instead, Blaine tightens his grip on Kurt's hand and glares at the woman. By now everyone in the restaurant is looking at them. It makes Kurt want to take Blaine with him and run far away, to somewhere they can curl up together, away from all the judging eyes.
"I'm sorry you think that. But you're just ignorant; and your opinion changes nothing." Blaine bites back.
"If you think that way then you're free to leave." Delilah says. "And to think I was going to give you my number. You're disgusting." She stomps off to the kitchen.
A minute later they are approached by a manager. "You need to leave." Is all he says.
"Excuse me?" Blaine demands.
"We've had complaints from customers and one of our waitresses. You're causing problems, you need to leave." He repeats.
"Because we're both guys? That's not a problem. Your waitress was being rude and inappropriate." Kurt tries to explain but the manager cuts him off and tells them once again to leave. He calls for a bouncer to forcefully take them from their seats and toss them out the front door. The door is then slammed in their faces.
Kurt breathes in the night air, a bit upset but mostly relived to be out of there. He makes a move to walk to the car but Blaine doesn't follow, he's standing, staring into the restaurant with a heartbroken expression. "Honey? What's wrong?" He asks wrapping his arm around the shorter boy.
Blaine drops his head and turns to Kurt. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I'm sorry; this was supposed to be a fun, worry-free date. And they were so mean."
"Hey, hey, it's okay. The food was pretty good and we did have a good time. We're never gonna be able to escape the homophobes entirely. So, don't let them get you down. We're better than them all."
"We didn't even get dessert; just that creepy waitress-"
Kurt cuts Blaine off. "Shh. We're not ever going to mention her again. And you know what?" Blaine shakes his head and tilts it curiously, making him look like an adorable puppy. "They kicked us out without charging us for the meal. So, we can go get a cheesecake and take it back to my room to finish this date." Kurt tells him and pulls him in by the lapels of his jacket for a swift, teasing kiss.
Blaine agrees swiftly, that gorgeous smile once again lighting up his face. The two giggle as they run back to the car and all the way to the dorms, a cheesecake now in hand.
They complete their date feeding each other their dessert and marathoning Disney movies until the wee hours of the morning when they finally fall asleep tangled up in each other.