Day 9 – Happy With You (Paul McCartney)
A/N: The fickle wheel of prompt fate has finally smiled upon me. This is a continuation of Day 1 and Day 3, in which Kurt and Blaine are co-workers getting together at Blaine's for a non-football-centric Superbowl party for two. It's a date…isn't it?
Knock knock knock
Hearts beat fast on both sides of the door. Hair was checked, shirts straightened, and then…
"Hi, Kurt! Right on time. Please, come in," Blaine greeted, stepping aside for Kurt to enter and closing the door behind him.
"Hi," Kurt returned the greeting. "Here, I brought my dad's famous guacamole. It's not the healthiest thing you'll ever eat, and don't tell my father I ever said this, but it's amazingly good." He handed over the covered bowl to Blaine, who took it with a smile.
"This is perfect. It will go great with the appetizers and finger foods I prepared. Come on and let's get you something to drink."
Kurt started to follow Blaine, but halted after two steps. "Oh, wait a minute," he called, stepping back to the entryway. "I didn't realize," he gestured to Blaine's bare feet. "Let me just get rid of these," he finished, bending over to untie and remove his boots.
"Kurt, you don't have to…" Blaine began, but the rest of the words died in his throat at the sight of Kurt's change of position.
Kurt glanced back over his shoulder, smirking at his dumbstruck host. Point Hummel, he thought. He fought the urge to take his dear sweet time, and simply finished his task, leaving the boots by the door and walking back to join Blaine. "You mentioned something about a beverage?" he asked coyly, taking the bowl from Blaine and heading to where he could see the kitchen door. If his hips swayed a little more than usual, he'd never admit it.
xoxoxo
"Again?! You cheated," Blaine accused playfully.
Kurt scoffed, "Blaine, you can't cheat at Jenga. I'm simply better than you. Accept it."
"Never," Blaine argued, setting up the pieces for another round.
Kurt giggled, sipping his wine and settling himself more comfortably. He and Blaine had migrated to sit on cushions on the floor next to one another at the coffee table. Somewhere in the room, the ignored television was tuned to the football game, but the sound had been on mute since Kurt arrived. Neither of them had bothered to glance at it once for the score, commercials, or the halftime show. As the evening wore on, Kurt became more and more hopeful that this was actually a date. He couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed himself more, and it had nothing to do with the wine, the games, or the food. It had everything to do with the charming, handsome, sweet, wonderful man beside him who made him feel nervous and comfortable and happy and scared all at the same time. Now if only Kurt could tell him…
"You know, I'm sorry you missed your party with Jeff and the others from work. You really didn't have to give all of that up for me," Kurt said softly, placing his glass on the table and tangling his fingers nervously in his lap.
Blaine put down the wooden blocks he'd been stacking and turned to the side, gently taking Kurt's hands and holding them in his own. "Kurt," he began, saying the name in that way that made Kurt's knees weak, "I'm not missing anything. I'm perfectly happy here with you."
A heavy pause fell between them, the moment having become intense very quickly. Sensing the tension, Blaine released Kurt's hand and picked up his wine glass. "So, before we begin round five of Jenga, a toast?" Kurt took up his own glass, mimicking the gesture and waiting.
"To perfect evenings," Blaine proposed.
Kurt took a breath and looked into Blaine's eyes, alight with a warmth he'd not seen there before. It was now or never.
"To perfect first dates," he countered.
Blaine let out a breath and smiled in wonder and joy. "Even better," he whispered, clinking their glasses together.
A/N: I'm so glad a prompt came along which fit into my idea for their date!