Reflected In Your Beautiful Eyes
Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel
Important side characters: Cooper Anderson, Lars Anderson, Runa Anderson, Linnea Falk
Other side characters: Pam Anderson, Richard Anderson, Leah
Pairings: Klaine, Cooper/Runa, Pam/Richard
Fandom: Glee
Author: Myrne
Rated: T
Summary: Blaine has the best little nephew ever. That's why he's agreed to babysit him once every other week while his brother and sister-in-law are working. And hey, maybe he will finally work up the courage to speak to that gorgeous barista from the coffee shop around the corner.
Important: I don't own Glee and their characters! I also apologize for any mistakes. English is not my mother tongue. This story is Blaine P.O.V. fully.
OH HELLO.
This story is basically just an excuse for me to write Klaine fluff (and maybe smut, I don't know, I'm really scared about it, because it's been a while dajfdlkadf). Also Kurt is a major romantic guy in this story. Sorry not sorry. He has been raised by Burt Hummel, so I rest my case.
SO ENJOY.
Chapter 3
Blaine was a mess again, but now for all different reasons than the week before. He had a date with Kurt in less than two hours and he was not okay. He kept slipping books from his hands or sending students to the wrong aisle when they asked about a specific book. It was getting out of hand and he seriously needed to focus or else he would get fired.
"Okay, Anderson, man up. It's just a date, just a date with a gorgeous man. No big deal," Blaine mumbled to himself when no one was near him and he took a deep breath. The tickles in his stomach didn't stop pestering him, but his head was more down to earth than before, so he could actually focus on his job.
When the clock was nearing 8.15pm, Blaine was chatting to Brett, the other evening librarian, also a student, who would take over his shift until closing time. What Blaine wasn't prepared for though, was seeing Kurt enter with one single rose in his hand. Blaine's stomach was bugging him again as soon as he saw the picture.
Brett pushed him in the direction of Kurt, giving him the thumbs up. Blaine quickly glanced into a mirror on the desk and ran his hand through his hair to flatten it down a little.
"It looks great, you look great, Blaine."
Blaine looked up and saw Kurt standing in front of him, a slight blush on his face and holding out the rose in the direction of Blaine. He took it with a similar slight blush and stuck it in the side of his backpack.
"Thanks, Kurt. You look great aswell…" Blaine looked all the way down Kurt's body in fantastic clothes and felt himself staring at the endless legs and slightly toned arms in a delicious looking shirt that hugged him in all the right places.
Kurt was staring right back, although Blaine couldn't imagine him looking as good as Kurt. He got a bit shy under the intense stare of Kurt, though, so he must have done something right.
"So, uh… Hey!" Blaine stammered out and he saw Kurt shake his head and look up with a bright smile around his face.
"Sorry, sorry, that was extremely inappropiate of me. You just look really good, I can't help it. And now I sound like a creep. So I get it if you want to send me away. This is not the way a gentleman should behave."
Blaine laughed softly as he bit his lip and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind, it's kind of flattering actually. I haven't heard I look good in ages, except from my brother and sister-in-law, so that doesn't really count. They just have to say that because they're family."
"Well, I'm not and I think it's shocking that not all gay guys in New York City have fallen at your feet at this point," Kurt said with determination in his voice and offered Blaine his hand, who happily took it.
Together, they moved out of the library. Kurt seemed to know where they were going, because after a friendly pull, they turned left after exiting the buidling. Blaine was extremely curious where they would go, because Kurt hadn't said a thing about the plan for tonight.
"I'm really glad you said yes, Blaine. I was a bit scared I came on too strong." Kurt looked sincerely worried and Blaine laughed softly, shaking his head.
"I was the one who stared at you through the window of your workplace to see if you were there. If that isn't borderline stalker, I don't know what is."
"I'm glad you did though. I got another confirmation you are very pretty and I needed that. I was sure I made you up in my head." Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine's hand and the butterflies in Blaine's stomach started fluttering even more than they already did.
"Do you get a lot of guys with these smooth words?" Blaine asked jokingly, but frowned slightly when Kurt suddenly stopped walking and moving them to the side of the sidewalk, earning his full attention with a soft touch on the shoulder.
"Look, Blaine, I'm not a guy who dates a lot. To be true, I've only dated one other person in New York ever since I moved here three years ago. I got a lot of offers though. In the fashion world there are a lot of gay guys, but I wasn't really interested in them. I had one conversation with you and a few encounters and I reacted on you very strongly. That says something, so I wanna give you the best first date you've ever gotten."
"I'm really glad to hear that," Blaine breathed out, his heart in his throat. "Let's make this a date to remember, then!"
Kurt looked happy and they continued their way through Manhattan. Blaine had been in the city for two years now and it still amazed him, every single day. He looked around with big eyes, while he had his hand rested in Kurt's comfortably.
"So, tell me about yourself, Blaine, I'm dying to know everything there is to know about Blaine Anderson, uncle to the cutest kid in New York City." Kurt stared at Blaine with sincere, bright eyes, which made Blaine swallow and smile back brightly. There was just something about Kurt that made him happy. It was exactly what he was looking for in a guy.
"Um, well, I'm Blaine Anderson. I was born and raised in Westerville, Ohio, but I've been living in New York for two years now. Ever since my brother moved here just a few months ago, my parents are living here aswell, so I have my whole family close. I am a family person. I'm very tight with both my parents and my brother, Cooper and my sister in law, Runa. Also Runa's sister Linnea is a close friend or mine. She's also studying English and American Literature, just like me, so I run into her a lot at school, but we also meet outside of school."
Blaine paused for a second to look at Kurt, who was staring in front of him, watching the sidewalk, but there was a very concentrated look on his face, like he didn't want to miss anything Blaine said. That made Blaine happy. Nowadays, there were many people only pretending to listen, while their minds were off somewhere else.
"Um, so… I don't have many friends outside of Linnea and my roommate, Leah, but I don't mind much. I consider my family friends too and I was pretty popular in high school. I had a busy life with studying and maintaining lots of friendships and it tends to get tiring at some point. I just want to study and spend time with the people I love, that's enough for me."
Blaine stopped talking when his monologue started getting deep, but Kurt still looked like he wanted to know more. He squeezed Kurt's hand and he received a squeeze in return, the sparkles in his date's eyes never gone from his gorgeous eyes.
"It sounds like you have a wonderful life, Blaine," Kurt said breathlessly and he stopped on the side of the sidewalk abruptly again, but now they were standing in front of a cozy, tiny looking restaurant. "I want to know so much more, but now we need to take a break to find our table in this lovely restaurant I have reservations for. I hope it's up to your taste."
"Kurt," Blaine said quietly, his throat suddenly tightening, "It looks absolutely amazing. And don't forget I want to know everything about you aswell, so it's good you have reservations, because I don't think I wanna split from you anytime soon."
"I'm glad to hear that," Kurt said with a faint blush on his cheeks. He opened the door and gestured for Blaine to get inside first. The chestnut-haired boy followed soon after and gave his name to the lady in the front.
The waitress brought them to a nice, small table in the corner of the restaurant. The other tables were all occupied, so there was a nice buzz of people talking, glasses clinking and cutlery scratching over plates around them. Blaine instantly loved the energy.
"So," Kurt began after they sat down and had their menus in front of them. "I want you to just take anything you like from the menu. It's on me."
"Oh, no-" Blaine began, but got silenced by Kurt's finger on his lips. His heartbeat sped up as he saw Kurt shake his head.
"Don't even think about fighting me about this. I asked you out on a date and I want this. Please?"
Blaine knew he could never win if Kurt would look at him like that, so he surrendered with his hands held up in front of him. "Okay. Thanks, Kurt."
"You're very much welcome, Blaine. It's my pleasure," Kurt said and stared at the menu, indicating a small break in their conversation. Blaine didn't mind the silence, he didn't think it was awkward or anything, and stared at his own menu.
"I don't know about you," Kurt said after a full two minutes of silence, "but the flammkuchen, pardon my terrible German, do sound amazing."
"I had my eyes on those aswell. The one with goat's cheese sounds terrific," Blaine answered, staring at Kurt's sparkling eyes again. He just couldn't get enough of them.
"Great minds think alike," Kurt added with a smirk and made Blaine's heart make a few salto's in his chest, while he closed his menu and sipped his glass of ice water.
"Let me hear more about Blaine Anderson," Kurt started, but this time it was Blaine's turn to place his finger against Kurt's lips. He saw his gorgeous date's throat bob and his eyes followed the movement. There was so much tension between the two of them and he absolutely loved every second of it.
"No, first tell me something about the gorgeous Kurt Hummel. I still don't know anything but your name and job."
"Um, okay," Kurt said slightly awkward, probably still a bit dazed by Blaine's movement earlier. "I'm Kurt Hummel. I've been born and raised in Lima, Ohio. That's only an hour and a half from Westerville, actually. My father has his own car repair shop and I've been raised mostly by him. My mother died when I was 8…" Kurt trailed off, staring into the distance.
Blaine didn't hesitate and placed his own hand over Kurt's, squeezing lightly. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I'm sure your mother is proud of the man you've become."
"How do you know I'm not some creepy guy?" Kurt joked and added a wink, but then squeezed back. "No, I'm joking. I think she is. My father often says how much I look like her. That's a relief, because I look nothing like my father."
"If you want, you can tell me about her some more some other time, if you want to." Blaine's ears turned red, because he had just confessed to Kurt he wanted to see him more.
"We've been on this date for half an hour and you already think about the next one?" Kurt said teasing, but took pity on Blaine when he saw his panicked face. "No worry, so far this has been great. I like talking to you. It feels natural."
"I feel exactly the same way. Now, tell me some more about you, please?" Blaine added what he hoped were his puppy eyes. It seemed to help though, because Kurt sighed defeatedly and held up his hands in the same manner as Blaine had just moments earlier.
"Well, as I already said, my father mostly raised me on my own. The last two years of high school Carole and Finn came in the picture. Carole is my father's second wife and Finn is her son and was in Glee club with me. Um… Finn passed away after my first year in New York, so that's been only two years. It has been hard… My best friend, Rachel, was Finn's on and off girlfriend. She always believed she would end up with him. Especially the first six months after his death had been extremely hard. I live together with her and above my own grieve, I had to take care of her."
Blaine held Kurt's hand again, not intending to let go this time. "You're incredibly strong, Kurt. It's not easy losing both your mother and your step brother."
Kurt shot him a watery smile. "Thanks, Blaine. I'm not here to have your pity, though. I feel great on most days. Death is just something in life we have to accept."
"That doesn't mean you can't be sad sometimes." With a squeeze Blaine tried to reach Kurt's heart. He believed Kurt's heart needed some loving and Blaine hoped he was the one who could give that.
He hadn't known Kurt for that long, but he already knew he wanted to share a lot with this guy. He was smart, funny, gorgeous, flirty and not afraid of the world. It was exactly what Blaine needed, who was pretty happy with his life, but he was a bit stuck. He needed to get out into the world and he sensed Kurt could help him with that.
In return, Blaine could help Kurt with accepting his feelings a bit more. He felt like Kurt had spent all his life taking care of others, that his own feelings got pushed to the end of the line.
At that exact moment, Kurt's sparkly eyes bore into his. Blaine was suddenly taken aback by the emotions in said eyes. It was beautiful. Kurt was beautiful. And Blaine blurted out just that.
"Thanks, Blaine," Kurt answered with a blush and squeezed his hand, who were still intertwined on the table.
They both ordered the flammkuchen with goat's cheese and a glass of iced tea, after Kurt assured Blaine he wouldn't drink alcohol if Blaine couldn't because he hadn't reached the legal age yet. Blaine said he wouldn't mind, but Kurt insisted he wouldn't.
"Can I be blunt?" Blaine started after yet another comfortable silence of a few minutes.
"Ofcourse," Kurt immediately answered, a curious glance in his eyes.
"I feel really comfortable with you. Even though I don't know much about you, I feel like I can slowly get to know you and be extremely happy. I hope I haven't scared you off in any way."
Kurt left out a breathy laugh. "No, you haven't. I feel exactly the same way. And I want to get to know you aswell. And I want you to get to know me. So you can ask me anything you want to know. No secrets."
Blaine got a teasing twinkle in his eyes and smiled brightly. "Anything? That sounds dangerous, mister Hummel."
"Oh, please," Kurt laughed. "Don't call me mister Hummel. It makes me feel old and like my father. He is the mister Hummel in the family."
Blaine laughed aswell, already having formed a picture of Kurt's father in his mind. "I will call you however I wanna call you, Kurt." He rolled the 'r', so he had his tongue sliding over his lips for a split second.
He saw Kurt following the movement with hungry eyes and Blaine decided to tease him some more. He grabbed his fork, which held a piece of the flammkuchen. He slowly brought it to his mouth, opening his lips in a sensual way. He wrapped his lips around the fork and left out the tiniest moan. He saw Kurt squirm in his chair and he knew he had him wrapped around his finger.
"Oh, Blaine, you tease. Two can play that game."
And suddenly Blaine felt a foot running over his bare ankle. Damn him for always wanting to wear shorter pants where his ankles were exposed. Now it was used against him. Damn Kurt Hummel for screwing up his perfectly clean thoughts.
"Um, you said I could ask you anything?" Blaine squeaked. He realized Kurt took pity on him when he didn't feel Kurt's foot anymore. He didn't know if he should be relieved or sad. It was the most action he had had in a year. It felt damn good to have that kind of attention from a beautiful guy.
"Ask away, dear Blaine," Kurt said teasingly, although he kept his foot with him now. Blaine released a deep breath he didn't know he was holding and quickly took another bite of his delicious food, just so he had something to do while he was gathering his thoughts.
"When did you realize you were gay?" Blaine asked bluntly. He had met his fair share of gay guys at Dalton Academy and some at uni here in New York. But most of the guys at Dalton were in luck. They never had to face public school, because their parents were usually rich and they had always been at a private school, ever since they entered kinder garten.
Some gay guys in uni had told Blaine some terrible stories, very similar to Blaine's story. He had been at public school since his sophomore year, until he decided to come out. Just a few days later, he had been beaten by the biggest group of school bullies. He had to recover in hospital for several days and when he got back home, his parents showed him the transfer papers to Dalton Academy.
Kurt shook him out of his thoughts with his answer. "My father said he knew it since I was three. All I wanted for my birthday was a nice tea set, complete with blue flowers on white porcelain. I've probably known since I was eleven or twelve, ever since I browsed through a magazine in the store about fashion. I liked it and a few days later I read an article about being gay and suddenly it clicked."
"How did the people at school react?" Blaine decided to just ask. He didn't want there to be any secrets between them and Kurt did say he could ask him anything.
"Not good…" Kurt worried his lip in between his teeth, suddenly looking sad. "There was one person, David Karofsky, who decided I was his personal target. Turns out he was a closeted gay and he was jealous of me for being out loud and proud. He even stole my first kiss by force kissing me in the smelly locker room."
Blaine winced in his chair, suddenly seeing flashbacks of the guys in his school hanging over him, kicking him in the stomach and snapping his fingers, trying to break them all.
"Blaine, I'm okay. I even forgave the poor bastard. We had a pretty good conversation after he tried to commit suicide in his senior year at another school. Other than some light beatings and the force kiss, I luckily survived high school without any damage." Kurt reassured Blaine, but the damage was already done.
Blaine was frowning and shaking slightly in his chair. "But still, no one has to go through that."
"I agree, Blaine, but until all people accept us, it will be like that, unfortunately." Kurt pressed a tiny kiss on Blaine's hand, who immediately started calming down because of it. His heart wasn't calming down though. It was beating like crazy, but Blaine didn't mind in the slightest. He had felt Kurt's lips on his hands and it had been wonderful.
"It's quite heavy talk for a first date," Kurt joked and raised an eyebrow at Blaine, who shrugged and looked back at Kurt.
"I don't mind, honestly. I rather want to know these things about you than find about them later. If you decide you don't like something you hear, you can still run. After a few dates, I will be too attatched and you won't be able to get away from my grasp…" Blaine laughed and winked to Kurt playfully.
They continued talking about all sorts of stuff for the rest of the evening. Blaine found out Kurt was in the New Directions. He had been in the Warblers aswell, but their Glee clubs never competed in the same competitions.
Blaine showed Kurt pictures of Lars on his phone. How he was in the subway with Cooper and Runa, looking at the camera brightly, sitting happily in one of the uncomfortable, plastic chairs. It was a cute picture and that was why Blaine had it as his background picture.
Kurt told Blaine the story of Mercedes wrecking his car after she found out they weren't dating, even though she thought they were. Kurt had laughed it off, even if it had sounded serious, wrecking a car like that. He told Blaine he had forgiven Mercedes and they had been friends all through high school, before losing touch because she had moved to the other side of the country.
Blaine told Kurt about his time at Dalton, with the group of friends he had and how he had found it tiring to maintain a relationship with all of them. It had often felt like an obligation, rather than something he wanted, and that was why he had lost touch with them after he had gratuated Dalton.
Kurt showed Blaine some fashion designs and articles he was working on at his internship at Vogue. He had been there for the last year, after he had tried drama classes. It had been too much drama and too much competition and Kurt had called it quits before he would get depressed of it all.
Blaine complimented Kurt on his decision to quit the entertainment world, but warned Kurt the fashion world could get ugly aswell.
Kurt reassured Blaine he wasn't in it that deep and he would watch out for the work pressure. He had to promise Blaine with another kiss on the hand (Blaine hadn't done that on purpose, why would you even think that?).
The evening turned into night when the kind waitress let them know it was nearly closing time. They both finished their nearly empty glasses of iced tea and Kurt went down to the counter to pay for the great dinner.
Five minutes later they were standing outside and Blaine looked at his watch worriedly. Kurt probably lived in Brooklyn and he had to catch the subway and Blaine wasn't happy about Kurt spending half an hour in a train full of potential drunks and addicts.
"Hey, I see you worrying. Don't worry about me. I often ride the subway after midnight."
"Are you a mind reader?" Blaine laughed and pulled Kurt in a hug when they reached the subway station. "Still, send me a text as soon as you are home."
"Yes, Blaine," Kurt nodded into Blaine's shoulder and pressed another kiss in his neck, which caused Blaine to shiver.
"Thanks for a lovely date," Blaine managed to get out and released Kurt before he would embarrass himself even further. He looked down the stairs of the subway station and Kurt got the hint.
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving. You're worried and I get that. I want to thank you aswell for a lovely date. It was terrific," and Kurt waved as he walked down the stairs to catch the train.
Blaine walked home with a skip in his step. It was many blocks back to his apartment, but he didn't mind the half an hour during walk. The fresh air made his hot face cool down instantly. He needed it, because the whole evening his face had been red from all the blushing.
The date had been wonderful, amazing, terrific and all the other positive words Blaine could think about. He hoped Kurt was thinking about him just as much.
Thinking about you. I'm home safe and sound. Rachel is still awake so I'll have a nightcap with her and then go to sleep. Let's do another date soon. I had a blast. X Kurt.
Blaine received the text just as he walked through the door of his shared apartment. He hung his keys on one of the hooks of the coat rack and he moved through the apartment quietly, since he heard no sound coming from Leah's room, which meant she was either asleep or still out. But in case she was sleeping, Blaine didn't want to wake her.
When he was in his room, done with his nightly routine, he slipped into his bed and read Kurt's text over and over again. Especially those three words at the beginning… 'thinking about you.'
Blaine grinned and he plugged his almost dead phone into the charger. He would text the guy who he was seriously crushing on tomorrow. First he needed a good night's sleep.
That good night's sleep was filled with dreams of Kurt, though. Not that Blaine was annoyed about it. Not in the slightest…