Disclaimer: Still don't own Glee
A/N: Huge thanks to Dawnwhisper for her amazing critiquing and opinions on this. Girl, you are a bamf.
Summary: A charming evening alone with Kurt turns into something a little more... 'hot' than Blaine would have liked.
Hot
"Voila!"
Blaine couldn't help but gasp at the sight before him. "Kurt… you… its…"
"It's wine, flower petals, candles and a romantic dinner just for two." Kurt supplied helpfully, a bright and playful smile beaming back at his bewildered stare. "Think of this as an apology for my impromptu cancel last week."
Blaine nodded faintly, still a little more than shell shocked. "This certainly more than makes up… but you don't have to-"
Kurt's lips suddenly cut him off. "Yes," he whispered. "I do."
A goofy smile was making its way across Blaine's face, "If this is how you apologize, I wouldn't mind you cancelled more often." Kurt just rolled his eyes, gently taking his boyfriends hand and leading him over to the table. "Now, I realize this isn't exactly the fancy restaurant you planned…. But-"
"Kurt. It's beautiful. You're beautiful." Blaine quickly reached around the candles to grab Kurt's hand. "I don't care where we are. You're here, so I'm happy." He smiled warmly at the faint red rising on his boyfriend's porcelain skin. "I couldn't ask for a better evening."
He leaned over the table capturing Kurt's soft lips in a slow kiss. He could feel Kurt relax against him; his fingers weaved through his gelled curls as he further deepened the kiss. He closed his eyes, wanting to take in every detail of this single moment. The feel of Kurt's conditioned hair, the little gasps he made between breaths, the soft luxurious touch of Kurt's lips. The smells all mingling around them; the hairspray and mint scent he associated with Kurt, the faintest hint of cologne, the cinnamon of the candles all masterfully blending. Blaine could feel his own skin heating up at Kurt's soft touches and whispers. His scalp tingled a little when he felt Kurt's fingers ghost over.
Suddenly, Kurt ripped them away as if burned. Blaine paused and opened his eyes in confusion only to meet widening shocked eyes. "Kurt…what? What's wrong?" Kurt opened his mouth and closed it a few times, his eyes seemingly glued to Blaine's hair. Blaine reached a hand up to his head, eyebrows furrowed in worry. "Kurt seriously, what's-," Blaine yelped and yanked his hand away from his hair. Kurt finally got his throat working enough to manage a garbled, "Fire!" before knocking Blaine over and smacking his head with a napkin.
Blaine hadn't moved of his own accord, shock freeing his brain as Kurt leaped off him screeching and fumbled for the nearest fire extinguisher. My… my head is… MY HEAD IS ON FIRE! Blaine was immediately thrown into full-blown panic at this thought, a strangled yelp clawing out his throat as he frantically smacked the top of his head, rolling around from his knocked over position.
Kurt suddenly came back into view armed with a miniature extinguisher and Blaine's vision clouded over with white, stuffy, foam.
"BLAINE! Blaine, are you okay? Did I get it? Oh my god your HAIR!"
Blaine shakily wiped off the foam from his eyes and owlishly stared at Kurt who was now leaning over him, utterly flipping out over the proposed loss of curls and began to laugh. Full bellied guffaws ripped out of him and tears of mirth traced over the white foam still covering the better portion of his face. Kurt blinked at him with a look that clearly portrayed how crazy he thought Blaine was at that moment, and Blaine laughed even harder. "Guess… Guess I shouldn't… wear so much gel next time, huh?" He spat out between giggles. Kurt couldn't keep a grin off his face and eventually joined him, lying on his back in the mess laughing nearly hysterically.
Blaine calmed down enough to turn his head to Kurt beside him, "We're pathetic," he grinned madly like a Cheshire cat. Kurt returned it "Can't even enjoy an artistically crafted meal together without setting something on fire." He sniggered, sitting up a bit to wipe off the remaining foam from Blaine's face.
"Sorry about your 'romantic dinner'…" Blaine reached up to lightly finger his boyfriends already frazzled hair. "I guess that'll have to wait for some other time?"
Kurt just stared at him. "I'd rather not end up with my house burning down in flames thank-you." He gave Blaine a quick peck on the cheek. "But I gotta say… that was 'hot'." Blaine gave an appalled gasp.
"That, sir, was just plain corny."
"But you love me anyways."
"Always."