Chapter 4: Step 4
Blaine walked out of the cafeteria on Wednesday after lunch. He had planned to chill out in his dorm room for the rest of the day and watch some Netflix. He'd started a new show that he was really enjoying and just had to find out what else happened immediately.
After half an hour passed, a letter was posted through the door. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. What happened to texting?
"Okay David, what happened to the internet? Or you know, face to face? Your dorm is literally in the same building." Blaine said out loud to himself as he walked over to check the note.
Meet me at the cafeteria
7:00
Dress nicely
-Your secret admirer
"Uh…" Thought Blaine flipping the note around in his fingers nervously. He opened the door to peer out of it. No one was there. "Okay. To go or not to go. I guess I'm not doing anything else today…" He contemplated.
Earlier that day, just after breakfast, Kurt was in his dorm room with his sewing machine out, making a new shirt. It was black with white buttons and a collar and Kurt thought that this might be his best shirt yet. As he was sewing the last button on, he heard a knock at the door, so he turned around and saw a note on the floor. How did I miss hearing the door open? Thought Kurt, but then looked at the stereo in the corner blasting out Born This Way.
He walked over to the door and picked up the note. He read out loud…
Meet me at the cafeteria
7:00
Dress nicely
-Your secret admirer
"Uh… okay. I guess this shirt will do nicely." Kurt thought but then asked himself Who could possibly like me? There was a sad undertone to this question but he also knew that this had never happened before so why waste the opportunity? You can't know it until you try it…
18:00 pm
Blaine was back in his dorm room picking out an outfit.
"Red and blue striped bow tie, blue, red and green checkered shirt, a grey, tanked vest, black jeans and a gel helmet. No, let off on the gel helmet? Or not…?" Blaine said as he pulled the clothes out of his closet and walked into the bathroom opening his gel draw. Yes… he had an entire drawer dedicated to gel…
"Hm… I think not." He said throwing the gel tub back inside the draw. There was no organisation in that draw, they were all the same products…
Blaine put the outfit on then started to go against his idea. He gave in and plastered his head with hair gel once again.
Meanwhile, Kurt was in his room panicking about his outfit choice. He'd already showered and done his hair but his trousers had been tumble dried so they were a size too small. He wasn't sure if he should just wear a pair that wouldn't quite fit with his shirt or just wear the original ones tight. He decided to just wear them tight anyway as it at least matched the shirt style he had made previously that morning. He didn't think it could be that bad. He sprayed some cologne and started to pick up a couple of things like his phone. What does he bring to the school cafeteria? The last half hour passed with Kurt checking his phone, his outfit and finally his hair again.
Kurt made his way down the winding stairs, once remembering that this was where he met Blaine. The ceiling spiralled up to the top, finishing with a colossal, gorgeous skylight with black, wooden beams sat in between. He slowed down as he neared the step he was stood on when he first met Blaine. He smiled to himself, remembering the conversation they had.
"Excuse me. Um… hi. Can I ask you a question? I'm new here." Said Kurt pointing out to a brown-haired boy with a crazy amount of hair gel.
"My name's Blaine," Blaine replied.
"Kurt. So what exactly is going on?"
"The Warblers. Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons. Tends to shut the school down for a while."
"So wait, the glee club is kind of cool here?" Kurt asked surprised.
"The Warbler's are like rockstars." A short pause... "Come on, I'll show you a short curt." And Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand firmly, albeit not painful, and they ran down the hall together.
And the rest was history. After Kurt finished his little reverie, he walked into the cafeteria, hesitantly. No one was here… but there was a table. A strong glowing candle sat in the middle, with a rose on either side next to the sliver plates with knives and forks. The room was dimly lit, with a couple of candles and rose petals scattered around the area and on other tables. Kurt saw a note on the open door of the cafe, and read…
Take a seat.
Dinner's ready in 5.
"Uh… okay," Kurt said confused, slowly walking over to the table and gracefully accepting a seat. Almost as soon as he sat down, he could hear faint footsteps in the corridor. They were walking this way. The steps stopped, presumably from reading the note on the door, and then a figure emerged.
"Kurt?"
"Blaine?" They said at the same time.
"What's going on?" They said in perfect sync and laughed too.
"You go first," Kurt said as Blaine walked over, taking his seat on the opposite side of the table.
"I got a note this morning…" Said Blaine pulling a note out of his pocket.
"I got the same thing." Said Kurt holding his one out next to Blaine's. "It's from the same page. Look, the paper had been ripped and it matches each other." He continued, lining the pages up to each other like a jigsaw.
"Who's doing this?" Blaine asked. As if on cue, a figure steps out from the kitchen, dressed in chef's whites involving: a white shirt, black trousers, a fake black moustache and a huge white chef's hat.
"Good evening gentlemen." Said the waiter in a British accent. Blaine burst out laughing and Kurt followed as they saw Wes acting like a lunatic, dressed like a chef with a fake moustache.
"Oh my god, I didn't know you were a waiter, Wes."
"Who's Wes? The name is… um…" And Wes looked around the room as if looking for inspiration. "David." He finished. David poked his head out the kitchen door listening in to the conversation. "Moving on… would you like to see the menu?"
"Hang on, there's a menu now?" Blaine asked.
"Yes. There is one item on the menu. Which one would you like?" Wes replied.
"To go home?" Kurt asked.
"Fortunately, that is not an item on the menu." Wes smiled.
"This is a terrible restaurant," Kurt muttered. There was a long - which was technically not that long - slightly awkward pause when no one said anything.
"Okay, I'm bored so I'm choosing your food," Wes said walking away, hiding his note pad back in his pocket.
"But you said there was only one thing on the menu anyway?" Blaine asked.
"Precisely," Wes shouted as he went back into the kitchen to bring out the drinks.
"What are they playing at?" Blaine whispered to Kurt.
"What does it look like? Oh yeah, they thought we could maybe go skydiving! No, we're sat at a table waiting for food to arrive and Wes dressed like a 'Chef' with candles and rose petals." Kurt retorted with emphasis using his fingers on the words 'chef' and 'food'.
"Okay, you might have a point." Said Blaine chuckling at his own stupidity. Another two minutes flew by with Blaine and Kurt talking to each other about the situation when the door suddenly opened again. Out came Wes, this time, in a completely different outfit. He was dressed in a full tuxedo with a red tie and a black suit, matched with a white shirt and a top hat with a red band.
"What's with-"
"Your beverage my gents," Wes said, interrupting Blaine.
"I'm pretty sure the saying usually goes 'my lady'." Kurt corrected.
"We have a Sparkling Pomegranate And Berry Mocktail since we are child friendly here," Wes said ignoring Kurt and placing the cups down in their positions on the table, next to the cutlery.
"But we're sixteen," Blaine defended.
"Anyway, we'll be right out with your food shortly…"
To be continued…
A/N:
Sorry, please don't hate me for ending it xD I was trying to finish it in one chapter but it was getting too long so I found a place I could split it to keep the chapters a similar length. I will post the next one as soon as I can. Reviews are welcome :) Best wishes, Abi xxx :)
P.S I do not own Glee. I wished I did but unfortunately I don't :( I took the scene from Klaine's first meeting in case you wanted to know. Hope you enjoyed the story anyway! Xxx