A/N: This is my previous drabble, Italian, from Blaine's point of view. I wrote them concurrently, as both of their thoughts wanted to be heard.
Disclaimer: Not only do I not own Glee, but I also don't own 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by T.S. Eliot. It is one of my favourite poems though.
Blaine was a coward. He knew this as he sat, trying to concentrate on the poem he was supposed to be analysing, but instead glancing up at his best friend every few moments. Wondering how to take that step. Their friendship was balancing on the edge of something more, but it took courage to dive off the cliff.
He looked back at the poem.
"Should I, after tea and cake and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?"
Damn it. Was everything trying to taunt him? I am strong, he thought. But how should I do it? There was no way he was going to be able to get the words out. Looking at the quote at the start of the poem, it hit him. He wouldn't have to get the words out.
"Stasera cosa fai?" (1)
Kurt turned and looked at him, confused. Blaine expected that. He decided that no reply meant "nothing" and continued.
"Vuoi uscire con me?" (2)
Again, he knew Kurt had no idea what he was being asked. He panicked that Kurt would say no, wouldn't trust him. It was irrational to fear rejection when the other person doesn't realise they'd be rejecting you, but he still did. Was his worry shown on his face? Would this make Kurt think he was asking something bad? Calm down, Blaine told himself.
"Yes?" The questioning tone was evident.
"Fantastico!" (3) Blaine couldn't stop a smile emerging on his face. Apparently using a language the other person didn't understand was now a technique for asking them out. He leapt up, momentarily forgetting that Kurt didn't know what was going on and therefore wouldn't also want to rush out the door.
"Vuoi prendere la tua giacca?" (4) He could be a gentleman when he wanted to.
"Um, yes?"
Now, this would be easier said than done. Kurt owned a lot of jackets, he'd need to pick a good one. That actually matched his outfit, at least a bit. Black: surely that would match anything, right? He couldn't help but hurry to the door, before Kurt could realise that he was still in the dark as to what he'd agreed to. Thankfully, Kurt followed him, looking apprehensive.
"What just happened? Where are we going?" Aha, Blaine thought, he finally couldn't take the suspense. Well, it was now or never.
"You just agreed to go out tonight. With me. And your jacket." He looked intently at Kurt, willing him to understand the importance behind these words. Kurt looked back. A whole conversation passed unspoken. This was the beginning of something new.
Blaine resolved to thank his parents for taking him to Italy so much. He never thought a foreign language would help him express himself.
(1) What are you doing tonight?
(2) Want to go out with me?
(3) Fantastic
(4) Want to take your jacket?
Again, apologies for any errors.
