Kurt wrote a note for his family on the kitchen table: As I told you before, tonight I have a date, so don't sit up for me. I'm kidding, dad. I'll be back by midnight, in a perfect fairytale style. See you later. – K
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, leading Kurt to run to the door.
Behind it, there was Andrew, in a green striped shirt, with the sleeves rolled back to his elbows and deep blue jeans.
"Hi Kurt!" he cheered , clearly happy to be there. His eyes lingered on the younger man, who looked handsome in his black vest and white shirt, with black, form fitting skinny jeans.
"Hello, Andrew" replied the latter, not really sure on how to greet his date, who canceled his doubt by kissing him on the cheek.
"You look good! Ready to go? My car is parked right here" he said, pointing at a silver Ford Focus.
"So, where are you taking me?" Kurt asked, once they were in the car.
"Surprise, surprise" teased the clerk, turning the radio on.
A love struck Romeo, sings the streets a serenade,
Bends everybody low, with a love song that he made…
"Oh! I love the Killers' version! Do you mind if I sing?" Andrew asked, excited.
"Not at all, go for –" Kurt stopped midsentence, because he couldn't believe his ears.
Andrew sucked at singing.
The countertenor shut his mouth, nodding and tapping his feet to the beat, trying not to scream "That's enough!" in his poor date's face.
Finally, they arrived before the song ended and Kurt let out a sigh of relief as he was stepping out of the car.
"What did you think of that, eh?" Andrew questioned him, smiling.
"Not-not bad!" he replied, quickly, desperately wanting to forget what had happened. "Shall we go in?"
'In' was a pizzeria, a real Italian one, or at least it claimed to be.
"Buonasera, did you make a reservation?" asked the waiter.
"Ah, yes, the name's Webber."
"Lloyd, Schwartz…Webber, here you are! Right this way." He led them to a nice table set for two, handed them the menu and left.
"Well, this is…unusual" Kurt laughed a little, trying to ease the tension that he was feeling.
His date looked confused "It's a pizza place, pretty usual if you ask me"
"Not for me. I prefer more refined places, but – he hurried to add – this is fine! I'm having fun with you so far" he smiled.
The two of them started talking, doing a little q&a to each other. Andrew seemed eager to know everything about Kurt, who replied wittily to every question.
Soft music was coming out of the speakers, Lady Gaga's "Eh eh (nothing else I can say) had a happy tune in it that didn't bother the customers.
When it ended, a song from another famous singer filled the place.
You think I'm pretty without any makeup on,
You think I'm funny, when I tell the punch line wrong,
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down…
"You've got to be kidding me." Kurt muttered.
"What did you say?" asked Andrew.
"I – nothing. It's – I gotta go to the restroom, excuse me." He ran to the door with the little man on the front and closed it as soon as he got in, locking it.
He put his back to the wall and slowly began to slide off it.
His phone loudly warned him that he had an incoming call.
Blaine. Again.
His fingers were trembling as he pushed the green button.
"H-hello?"
"Kurt?" The curly haired boy had such a urgency in his voice. "Is that – is that you?"
"Yes." Replied a barely audible whisper.
"Are you crying?" Blaine inquired, worried.
"No. – his voice cracked – whydidyoucall?" he hurried to say: he didn't want the Warbler to hear his sadness, he wouldn't let him.
"I really, really need to talk to you, in person. Please. It's important, there's something I have to explain to you and I just…I miss you, Kurt." He finished.
"Kurt? Are you still there?"
"…Yes. I don't know, I don't feel like seeing you and I'm on a date so I'd better be going."
It was Blaine's turn to be silent.
Well, sort of. The fair skinned boy heard a loud noise coming from the phone, like something had been thrown against a wall.
"Blaine are you okay? Blaine, answer to me, please!" he cried to the phone.
Finally, a panting voice answered him "Yeah, I'm okay, I'm awesome. Enjoy your date" he sobbed, ending the call.
Kurt was shocked.
Blaine had called in the middle of his date: way to ruin things. Well, he couldn't have known, of course, but it didn't matter.
The boy stood up and washed his face. His eyes were still red and there was nothing he could do.
He looked intently into the mirror, waiting to wake up, to realize it had only been an awful dream, all along.
"It's not a dream, I promise you that you're wide awake! Do you want proof?"
The hazel eyes were locked on the blue as Blaine leaned in for a kiss.
"I just thought that, since it's your birthday, you might enjoy this." He shrugged, with a fake humble face on.
They were near a beautiful lake: the water was glistening in moonlight and it was oh so quiet. The grass was a bit cold, but Blaine had planned this carefully.
He put a blanket on the grass and told Kurt to start sitting there, he would be back in a minute.
The boy laid on his back, watching the moon: it was a perfect moment.
His boyfriend returned with a box and a picnic basket, that he rested on the free spot on the blanket.
"So…Kurt, I'd like you to stand up – he took the boy's hands and helped him up – because I have my gift for you, right in this box!" He smiled, handing the box the his loved one.
"Honey, there was no need for a gift, I thought that this – he gestured to the picnic set up and the lake – was my gift."
Blaine smile grew bigger, but he faked seriousness "Don't be silly. Please, sir, I'd like you to open the box."
"…I can't believe it!" Kurt screamed with happiness, running into the arms of his handsome boyfriend.
"Plane tickets! Plane tickets to NEW YORK!"
"I take it you like your gift" the curly boy teased.
"I love it! You know what? Maybe more than you!" he joked.
"Oh…okay…I'll be here, on the blanket, waiting for you to come and kiss me…" Blaine said, sadness growing in his voice. He laid on his stomach and hid his head in his arms.
Kurt kneeled next to him, gently stroking his back.
"Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" he yelled, as Blaine pushed himself up and landed on Kurt, his hands resting at the sides of his head.
The Warbler was laughing "You think I didn't know that? I just love scaring you like this! Maybe – he pondered – maybe I love it more than I love you" He looked intently at his boyfriend, like he was studying his face.
"Impossible" he mumbled, and kissed him in such a sweet, adoring way that made Kurt's eyes a bit watery.
He brought his hands on Blaine's neck, pushing him as close as possible, trying to make him feel what he was feeling.
It seemed like he felt it, too, because he pressed himself against Kurt, only to release the contact a few seconds later.
Kurt whined from the lack of Blaine's lips on his.
The shorter boy was standing up and running towards the car "I'm not leaving, I'm only taking something!"
He returned with his guitar and sat in front of Kurt, who was looking at him, puzzled.
Blaine cleared his throat "So…I heard this song some days ago and I wanted to sing it to you ever since. I hope you'll like it" he said, smiling, as he began to caress the strings of the instrument.
My heart's a stereo
It beats for your, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo
I think finally found a note to make you understand
If you can hear it, sing along and take me by the hands
Keep myself inside your head, like your favorite tune
And know my heart is a stereo that only plays for you
I only pray you never leave me behind
Because good music can be so hard to find
I take your hand and pull it closer to mine
Thought love was dead, but now you're changing my mind
The song finished and Blaine put his guitar back in its case, looking at Kurt, who was silent.
"Kurt…if you didn't like it you can say it, I won't feel offended." He said, tentatively.
The boy finally stood up and gestured him to do the same.
"Thank you for this amazing birthday, Blaine. I love you" he observed, kissing his boyfriend passionately.
When they broke the kiss, purely for need of air, they stayed in their embrace, their foreheads against each other.
Blaine fixed his gaze in Kurt's and whispered "I love you, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt dried himself off and left the bathroom.