Thanks for the love languages feedback. Here's the breakdown - Physical Touch: 25, Words of Affirmation: 8, Quality Time: 5, Acts of Service: 2, Gifts: 0. It's how I predicted - by nature most humans are most responsive to touch, followed by words. I was surprised that there are no gift receivers; I mean, it has negative connotations because people get dubbed as materialistic, but it's actually perfectly valid.
As for mine, I normally speak in Acts of Service, but I receive Words of Affirmation best. Which, on the flipside, means I respond badly to negative words... so of course I've picked the wrong career ;) but whatever. It is really interesting to see how it all factors out :)
Oh, and where I learned all this from - it's a big study in Christian Youth Groups and I helped run one for a year. We did talks and studies on this quite often and me and my ex talked about this a lot to work out how to 'talk' to each other best. Which also helped him when he dumped me to make it the most effectively painful breakup possible by completely ignoring me.
From iklainetevenmad and similarly prompted by Call me Mad and KiKiFliesDW13 Gleek: Double date, double date! (Wes/Mercedes + Klaine)
Double Date
There was absolute silence, and it was unnerving Kurt to no end.
Usually silence in his dorm room either meant Wes was out or asleep. But to have the boy here, sitting quietly was quite the shock to the system. Especially when he was staring straight at Kurt - or, to be exact, at the phone in his hands.
Ding!
"What'd she say?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Wes, have I looked at the message yet? No. So relax." He opened the message and scanned it quickly.
Kurt, you know my luck with guys. What's going to make this one any different? - M
"Well?"
Kurt shook his head. "This one's between her and me. She hasn't said no, though."
I can vouch for him. Right now, he's freaking out that you might reject him and any second now he's about to start rambling about how you're too good for him anyway. And that's after you've met ONCE. Just try it 'Cedes, if it doesn't work you can stay friends. I just want to see you happy - Kurt
Wes was on the edge of his bed, his hands wringing together. "She's not going to say yes, is she? I should've known, she's too good for me after -"
"Shut up." Kurt didn't even bother looking up. "We've had this conversation so many times, Wes, she's not out of your league or anything like that." He shook his head, looking up at his panicked friend. "For someone so confident in Warbler meetings, you're quite insecure you know?"
Wes didn't respond, staring at his feet and muttering something under his breath.
Ding!
Only if you take me shopping tomorrow to find something to wear - M
Kurt couldn't hide the smile and Wes noticed immediately. "Is that a yes? Did she say yes? Kurt!"
"She said yes, Wes. I told you -" He was interrupted by a grinning Wes taking off out of the room, presumably to find David. He laughed as he typed back a confirmation before heading out to find Blaine and deal with the most nerve-wracking part of the whole thing - inviting Blaine on the double date.
Yes, Blaine might be his boyfriend, but at the moment it was just like having an extra-close friend who wanted to hold hands and cuddle all the time. And with Blaine, that was almost normal anyway. So for Kurt to ask him on a date... well, that was something he didn't know if he was ready for. But he had promised Wes he'd double date with them so he and Mercedes could get to know each other, and he intended to go through with that, simply because Kurt wanted to see his friends happy.
Kurt was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice Blaine walking down the hallway towards him until he ran into him, quite literally. "Oh, sorry!"
Blaine laughed, wrapping his arms around him. "No problem at all. I was looking for you actually."
Kurt pulled away and looked at Blaine who was looking inexplicably nervous. "I've got something I need to ask, and I know it's sort of forward and out of the blue, but I was actually wondering if you wanted to go on a date tomorrow night?"
He tried, but to no avail. Kurt cracked up laughing, a touch hysterical as Blaine stared at him. "Kurt? I mean, if you don't want to..."
Kurt stopped laughing abruptly as he realized Blaine was looking slightly hurt. "Oh, no that's not it at all! It's just, that's what I was coming to find you to ask."
Blaine looked stunned for a second before breaking out in a huge smile. "Wow, that's ... weird. But awesome. So, where do you want to go?"
"Oh, before we do that, there's a catch. It wouldn't just be us." Blaine looked totally confused so Kurt hastened to explain. "Wes has been trying to get me to set him up with Mercedes ever since they met last week and wants us to double date with them to make it less awkward. If that's okay with you, of course. I mean, if you had plans for it to just be us I'm sure things could be rearranged -"
"No, no that's fine. Great, actually. I didn't realize... Wes is interested in Mercedes?"
Blaine linked hands with him and they began to wander the halls aimlessly, something that appeared to be a pastime for both of them nowadays. "He hasn't been able to stop talking about her for the past week. It's gotten grating in the end; as much as I adore Mercedes, I can only hear how amazing she is so many times."
As Blaine went to respond, Kurt's phone started buzzing. Checking the caller ID, he sighed. "She'll be freaking out, I'd better..."
"Yeah, that's fine. Leave the plans for tomorrow up to me." Blaine squeezed his hand again before breaking away and heading out the main door to where a group of Warblers were sitting under a tree. Kurt watched him go, smiling slightly before his phone buzzed in his hand again and he sighed.
"Yes, 'Cedes?"
"... Here, just tuck it like this..." Kurt bit his lip, tucking the end of the belt in and smiling. "Perfect! You can look now."
Mercedes opened her eyes and blinked at her reflection a couple of times in the mirror before echoing Kurt's smile. "It's great! Thanks, Kurt."
"You're going to take his breath away, 'Cedes." Kurt wasn't joking, he'd never seen his friend look quite this stunning, but he knew part of it was the smile that kept crossing her face and the glow of excitement about her.
"I sure hope so." There was a comfortable silence where Mercedes smoothed down her dress before turning back to him. "Right, time for you to get ready."
Grabbing his outfit, Kurt stripped off - he and Mercedes were ridiculously comfortable around each other and didn't even bother turning their backs anymore - and pulled on his outfit of choice. As he slipped on his shoes and stood up, Mercedes whistled. "Damn! It's always the gay ones, isn't it?"
"Wes isn't gay, honey." As expected, Mercedes drifted off into 'Wes land' with a smile on her face, allowing Kurt to steal the mirror and start working on his hair. He had already washed the gel out, removing his Dalton look with plenty of time to get into Kurt style. Grabbing his styling products, he began the procedure he had perfected to bring his hair into the style that Blaine so far hadn't had the pleasure of seeing.
Mercedes snapped back to reality when he was halfway through. "Is that Empire State of Mind I see?"
Kurt chuckled. "It certainly is," he said, spraying the hairspray in lightly. The hip hop number had been the first place Kurt had rocked this particular look and apparently Mercedes had never forgotten it. Hopefully it would have the same impression on Blaine.
Just as Kurt had perfected his hair with one last touch of spray, there was a knock on the door. Mercedes turned to him, looking slightly panicked and he gestured for her to put her shoes on, which she did quickly. Handing her purse to her, he pushed her in the direction of the door.
There was absolute silence as she opened it. Kurt couldn't see from his angle but he could only imagine that Wes was staring. I really hope he's got his mouth shut.
"You look amazing," came the slightly hoarse voice and Mercedes beamed.
"Thank you. So do you, it's certainly different seeing you out of uniform."
Kurt suddenly remembered that this was his and Blaine's date too and Blaine was going to be out of uniform, and he was out of uniform and what if Blaine didn't like the way he was dressed or thought -
"Kurt?"
Mercedes had stepped out into the hallway and Blaine had just poked his head in before stepping in fully. Kurt couldn't hold his staring back, as he took in his boyfriend, dressed casually but immaculately. And his hair...
"No gel," he murmured. A second later he realized what he had said and covered his mouth, knowing he was blushing.
Blaine chuckled and stepped forward, removing the hand gently and linking it in his. "No gel. Good?"
"Amazing."
Blaine ducked his head a little and Kurt could see the pleased look on his face. "I'm glad. You look incredible tonight, Kurt."
And at least here was ground that Kurt knew how to walk on. "I know, right?" He smirked at Blaine who rolled his eyes good-naturedly.
Mercedes poked her head back into the room. "Come on lover boys, I can feel my food getting cold already."
Kurt shot Blaine a curious glance as they left the room. "Where are we going, by the way?"
"You'll see." Blaine elbowed him lightly and Kurt glanced at him, frowning. Blaine gestured to the two walking in front of them and Kurt had to fight back a squeal of delight when he realized Wes had just taken Mercedes' hand, their fingers hanging together loosely before Mercedes stepped slightly closer, tightening the grasp.
Kurt could tell it was going to be a wonderful night.
"I've never been out this way before." Kurt frowned, trying to get his bearings. Usually when they left Dalton they headed in the Lima direction, Kurt having an intimate acquaintance with all of the restaurants and coffee shops there and Blaine being happy to go wherever. This time they headed in the complete opposite direction and had been driving for about fifteen minutes towards somewhere only Blaine knew.
A laugh from the backseat relaxed him and he smiled again. The car ride had done wonders for Wes and Mercedes. Neither of them were shy people, but there was always the first few moments of awkwardness when on a date, and to have this time to get to know each other meant that dinner would be much easier. Kurt remembered that this was his and Blaine's first date too and inwardly wondered at how he was so calm. Then he realized Blaine was talking to him and tuned back in. " - take you somewhere different. This place is kind of special to me."
Kurt wanted to ask why they hadn't come here sooner if that was the case, but Blaine already had his indicator on and was pulling into a parking lot. He craned his neck to read the sign then turned back to Blaine, an eyebrow raised. "Italian?"
"Italian!" Apparently Mercedes had heard him. "I love Italian food, but you can never get anything good in Lima."
"Well trust me, this place is good." Blaine parked the car and unbuckled his seat belt. The four got out of the car, Kurt noticing Wes's hand slipping into Mercedes's straight away before he felt Blaine taking his. "It's alright, they won't mind here," he murmured in answer to Kurt's unspoken question.
Kurt wanted to ask how he knew, but they were already in the door and Blaine was turning to him with a smile. "Just a second."
He pulled out of Kurt's grasp and stepped forward to the counter, saying something to the man there. But of course, Kurt couldn't tell what it was because Blaine spoke in Italian.
Blaine Anderson spoke freaking Italian. Of course.
"Okay, our table is this way," Blaine gestured with his hand and they followed the server, settling in comfortably around the booth with each of the couples sharing a seat.
Kurt wasn't quite capable of summoning words but Mercedes must have seen the look on his face and realized. "Since when did you speak Italian, Blaine?"
"I dunno, awhile now?" Blaine shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, picking up his menu. "Dalton doesn't teach it so I haven't used it in awhile, so I may be a little rusty."
Kurt shook his head, picking up his menu. A second later, he lowered it and looked across at Mercedes and Wes who had come to the same realization. As a whole, they turned to Blaine who was trying and failing not to look amused.
"Just tell me what you like and I'll order it."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I swear you brought us here to gloat." He elbowed Blaine lightly who chuckled, catching his arm and linking their hands again under the table.
"And if I did?" Mercedes and Wes were engrossed with trying to find phrases they could understand in the menu, allowing Blaine to lean over and whisper lightly in his ear, "Maybe I think you're worth trying to impress."
Kurt shivered and Blaine moved back, smiling almost smugly at him, which would usually cause Kurt to retort but right now he was trying to work out why Blaine's breath had caused such a reaction in him.
A server was at their table and Blaine smoothly took over, translating their requests into Italian. The girl who looked about their age nodded, then asked a question that made Blaine blush and nod. She giggled and all but skipped away as Blaine turned back to the group, his face still red. "What was that about?" Wes enquired innocently. Well, as innocent as Wes could be when he was smirking, clearly enjoying Blaine's discomfort even if he couldn't understand it.
"Oh, she just asked if we were all here on dates, then asked if the Molto carino boy next to me was my date."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, loving the way the words fell off Blaine's lips but definitely wanting to know what he had just been called. "So what does that mean?"
Blaine leant in again and whispered in his ear. "Very cute. Oh, and it's true by the way."
He wasn't sure whether it was the words, the proximity or the look in Blaine's eyes that had Kurt blushing, but either way he knew he was just as red as the other boy had been less than a minute ago.
Mercedes and Wes were deep in conversation again so Kurt took the opportunity to lean over and whisper to Blaine in return. "Well, that's alright because I think you're tres beau."
He could see Blaine shiver and smiled, loving the fact that he was the one who caused that. "What does that mean?"
"You'll find out when you actually pass French." Kurt winked and moved away, Blaine shaking his head with a small smile.
Mercedes and Wes seemed to remember they had company and turned back to the two boys. "So, boys, what's happening with the Warblers these days?"
"Plenty of performances. Now that Wes has relaxed his 'no off campus performances' rule, we're all over the place. It's been great." Blaine smirked at the Head Warbler who was trying to frown and not quite succeeding.
"Especially since Blaine requested that he not get all the solos," Kurt chimed in, feeling yet another surge of appreciation for his boyfriend. Kurt had finally levelled with Blaine and told him how it felt not getting any solos, and Blaine had immediately made the request of the council, which had been granted.
"So does that mean you're getting solos, Kurt?" Mercedes looked excited and Kurt couldn't help but smile.
"Not just that, 'Cedes." Kurt paused for a second before quietly singing, "I think I'll try defying gravity..."
Mercedes jaw dropped and she turned to Wes. "You're letting him sing Defying Gravity?"
Wes nodded, looking a little confused. "Of course. It was the highlight of our last performance."
"So you can hit the high note now, Kurt?"
Kurt winced, suddenly remembering that he had never told Mercedes about throwing the competition. He filled her in quickly, ignoring Wes's stunned disbelief beside her. Blaine, of course, already knew the story and sat impassively, watching everybody's reactions.
"Oh, Kurt, I'm so sorry! I wish you'd told me!" Mercedes started looking upset and Kurt waved his hand hastily.
"No, it's fine, Mercedes, I promise. Besides, did Rachel ever get that solo?" Mercedes thought for a second before shaking her head. Kurt smirked. "Then it's fine."
Mercedes nodded, then turned her attention to Wes. "Thank you for giving my boy the opportunity again." And before any of the boys knew what was happening, Mercedes had leant in and kissed Wes on the cheek.
Kurt resisted the urge to whoop or something equally as embarrassing and knew Blaine was restraining himself equally beside him. They shared a quick glance as Mercedes blushed and Wes looked slightly dazed. Luckily their food arrived at that point and in the confusion of sorting out meals and trying to bridge the language barrier, the awkwardness disappeared. Dinner was eaten quickly with sporadic conversation, mainly Mercedes bringing Kurt up to speed on McKinley gossip.
Before long, the plates had been cleared, the bill settled, and a slightly strained silence fell across the table. It was clear that nobody wanted to be the one to suggest they leave, but the date was almost over and someone still had to drive Mercedes back to Lima after all.
Surprisingly, it was Wes who finally broke the silence. "Well, it is getting late. Miss Jones," he turned to Mercedes, holding out his hand slightly theatrically and eliciting a laugh from the girl, "would you allow me to escort you home?" At the puzzled looks from Kurt and Mercedes, he smirked. "Blaine told me where we were going beforehand, my car's in the car park."
"I'd be delighted." The four stood, Mercedes quickly hugging the other two boys - "We'll talk later," she whispered in Kurt's ear - before making her way out of the restaurant with Wes.
Kurt watched them go, feeling as if his smile might never fade. "Aren't they gorgeous together?"
"They are." Blaine's hand was in his again and Kurt turned to look at him. As soon as their eyes met, Kurt felt his breath knocked out of his lungs because how did I manage to get someone this amazing?
Blaine was staring at him like he was the only person that mattered, smiling softly at him with a look that Kurt knew was mirrored on his own face. A few seconds passed in that way before Kurt tugged his arm a little. "Let's go for a walk."
They left the restaurant and began to walk aimlessly, a comfortable silence dropping between them. Kurt found himself lost in his thoughts, most of which were revolving around how lucky he was. Right down to their meeting on the stairs, the second he had met Blaine he had felt his world shift. Kurt wasn't sure whether he believed in fate, but to end up having the one boy he'd had the nerve to stop as his now boyfriend, well it was certainly something to think about.
"What's on your mind?" Blaine's voice softly broke through his revire and Kurt realized they'd stopped walking. He turned to face Blaine, letting their other hands link.
In the moonlight, Blaine was even more beautiful than normal. The glow illuminated his eyes which were shining brightly with warmth and so much love that Kurt felt a lump grow in his throat. "You," he whispered.
He saw Blaine swallow roughly and his gaze dropped to Blaine's lips for a second. "What about you?"
"You." The reply was instant and completely heart-felt, and Kurt knew it was time.
Without any other words, Kurt leant in and kissed him.
There was a second of stillness, then Blaine was drawing him closer, arms wrapping around his waist as he kissed him back. Kurt knew he was inexperienced - they both were, for that matter - but kissing must be one of those things you could just do. And all the magazines and New Directions girls were right, it truly was wonderful. Kurt's hands were resting against Blaine's arms and he could feel goosebumps rising along them. It was a warm night, which could only mean that this was a result of what they were doing right now, and he smiled into Blaine's mouth as their lips continued to dance together.
He knew they easily could have stayed there all night, just kissing, but Kurt also knew that breaking curfew wasn't taken lightly at Dalton. With a sigh, he broke the kiss, moving back slightly to look into Blaine's eyes which were glazed over a little.
"Ti amo," Blaine whispered and Kurt shivered again, knowing full well what the words meant. He and Blaine had said love before, but it never got any less wonderful, especially not when it was in Italian.
"Je t'aime," he replied, loving the way Blaine's eyes lit up further at the words before pulling him in for another kiss.
After all, it wouldn't matter if they broke curfew just this once.
And now that this is finally up to being published... I'm over this pairing. Sure, they're cute, but Samcedes is so much cuter... and canon! No matter, I'm happy with the story anyway :) and again, if my translations are wrong, I apologize but they're from online.
Oh, and for anybody who has been living under a rock, Darren lived in Italy and speaks fluent Italian. It's swoon worthy, so go look him up
MusicalEscape:
*Klissing*
*squeal*
*breaks apart* "What was that?"
"I don't know. I think it came from the window..."
*Both slowly turn towards window*
"RACHEL? WHAT THE (censor) ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
"Um, hi Kurt! Just making sure you weren't leaking our set li-"
*window slam, shades closed*
*muffled* "Hey!"