Oh. My. You guys are AWESOME! Thank you so so much for all the reviews, favorites, alerts, etc! I am in heaven. :D Here is the dinner party! (A monster chapter from me). I love David and Wes dearly, so here is a healthy dose of them as well! Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I hope you guys love it! Happy Reading :)
"Wow…"
"Incredible!"
"Ava, wherever did you find one?"
Wes cocked his head to the side, then slowly walked over to the kitchen counter.
Blaine, who was standing in front of the stove, rolled his eyes. "Guys, what the hell are you talking about? It's just a mop!" He waved his hand, letting the mop dangle in front of Wes's stunned face.
David jumped up suddenly at Blaine's words, and he clutched his chest frantically. "It…it…it talks? What is this?"
Wes shook his head in amazement and proceeded to poke Blaine's cheeks and forehead with his finger. "It seems to be real…"
"Guys! Cut it out!" muttered Blaine, attempting to shove Wes's hand out of his face.
"Ava! Bravo, I never thought this day would come!" said David. He pretended to faint. "Kelly, catch me!" he wailed, falling into the arms of Wes's girlfriend.
Blaine stared at his two best friends. What were they doing? He was just standing here, cleaning the kitchen a little before (Kurt) their real guests arrived.
"I've always wanted to get one of these!" Wes circled around Blaine, as if inspecting him. "He even looks real! Was there a 'BlaineBot' sticker on the box he came in?"
Laughing, Ava walked over to the counter and hopped onto one of the bar stools. "Yeah, I ordered him from Ebay last week…what do you think?"
"What to we think? Does the robot do other things too? Besides clean and talk?" asked Wes and David simultaneously, staring at a very confused Blaine.
"Damn it, this isn't funny!" shouted Blaine, dropping the mop and crossing his arms in frustration. "I'm just mopping the floor, you guys don't have to make such a big deal about it!"
David looked at Blaine with mock horror on his face. "But Blaine! We must! The day that you voluntarily pick up a mop and clean something is a day to be remembered!"
"A day to be written about in history books!" Wes chimed in, grinning at Blaine. "We must announce this to the world! Ahoy, good sir! Where art thou and thy gavel?" Wes looked at David expectantly.
"Not to worry! Ahem…attention!" David clambered up on the coffee table and pretended to bang an imaginary gavel.
"David, so help me, get your feet of my coffee table!" warned Ava, desperately trying to keep a straight face. "Otherwise I WILL kick your ass and prevent Wes from using his Krav Maga skills to come to your aid."
"Quiet, small one. You are ruining the moment!" he shushed Ava. Clearing his throat, David continued. "Today, shall hearby be known as the 'Day that Blaine Cleaned.' Rejoice! We have entered a new era, ladies and gentlemen!"
"Here here!" yelled Wes as he clapped ceremoniously for David's performance. Sniggering, he and David made their way towards Blaine, who tried his hardest not to yell. (Kurt) The real guests would be here any minute!
"…"
"Blaine?" asked Wes and David, both pouting and looking at Blaine expectantly.
"You guys are dumbasses."
"D'aww don't be like that!"
Blaine pushed past Wes and David's pouty faces and went to put his mop in the laundry room cupboard. His two friends followed him, jabbering away as he tried to ignore them.
"We were just teasing…and you should have seen your face!" snickered Wes.
Blaine turned on his heel and faced the two of them. "Seriously guys. A robot? Really? You are acting like eight year olds. EIGHT YEAR OLDS!" Blaine chastised. "It is perfectly NORMAL for me to clean the house before my guests arrive!"
David stroked his chin and nodded. "True dat, my good man. We are deeply sorry. Aren't we, Wes?"
"Yes, most absolutely. So sorry." Wes nodded, trying to hold back his grin.
"Good, I'm glad we've cleared that up. So if you will kindly let me finish cleaning up…"
"Hey, he never cleans when WE come over!"
"Yeah, Blaine! Why don't you clean for us? We're your best friends…"
"I'm offended!..."
Wes and David's barrage of complaints was cut short by the sound of the doorbell.
Oh shit. The doorbell…thought Blaine. Wait…mirror. Where's the mirror? How's my hair?
Finally, we can start drinking!...thought Kelly, sitting herself down on the living room sofa to watch the impending fiasco that would be their dinner party.
Yay, they're here!…thought Ava, hurriedly pulling wine glasses from the cupboard and setting them on the counter.
Pizza?...thought Wes and David simultaneously, automatically turning towards the door.
"Ah! The doorbell! I'll get that!" said David.
"No, no David, it's like this!" Wes walked slowly towards the door, taking hugely exaggerated steps. "Ah! The doorbell? I'll get that!" said Wes with a terribly fake British accent.
As all this was occurring, Kurt and Mercedes stood on the steps of Blaine and Ava's townhouse, savoring their last few moments of sanity. The sun was setting behind them, and a warm breeze gave the cooling night air a pleasant feel.
"Kay 'Cedes, how's my hair?" asked Kurt, wary of how anxious he was. At least they have decent taste…he thought, taking in the wrought iron railings and trim green lawn that spilled out in front of the doorway.
"Perfect…as always. Why do you even ask?" said Mercedes, raising an eyebrow. She clutched a bottle of wine in one hand, while Kurt had a huge bouquet of wildflowers in his arms.
"Huh? Oh, just a habit. I mean, it really is unnecessary, because my hair always looks good…" Okay, Kurt. Take a deep breath. Good…in….out. Relax. This is just dinner…with a few strangers who you met at a wedding. At your job. And one of them is a kind of sort of friend who happens to be super cute and sexy and a complete dream and MARRIED. What the hell? "Oh God, I can't do this! Mercedes, let's go, I can't do this!" Kurt turned to leave, but Mercedes grabbed his arm before he could run down the steps.
"Nope! White boy, you ain't goin' anywhere. You CAN do this. It's DINNER, Kurt. DINNER. Take a deep breath. Think about Lady Gaga. You are even more fabulous than she was, and no one, I mean NO ONE can bring you down. Got that?"
"Meghh…"
"Plus we already rang the doorbell…and I don't think Ding-Dong-Ditching would leave the best impression…"
"…You have a point."
"That's my boy," grinned Mercedes, pinching Kurt's cheek. "Also, I would steal your favorite Armani scarf if you left me alone with these people."
"I know," replied Kurt, rolling his eyes. "That's the only reason I'm staying…"
Mercedes laughed and squeezed his arm reassuringly. Jesus, it really WAS a good thing she was here with Kurt, because he was already freaking out just by standing on the porch! As they waited for the door to open, Mercedes couldn't help but hear grunts and sounds of shoving. WTF…what was going on in there?
"Gerroff-hey! Wes no pinching! That's against the rules…" David pushed Wes into the wall as they both made their way towards the door.
"Nuh uh! There aren't any rules, you twat! You just made that up because you are losing…" countered Wes, elbowing his friend.
Ava calmly walked past the two struggling men and stopped in front of the door, hand poised over the door knob.
"…wait, did you just call me a twat? What kind of insult is that?..."
"Now tell me, Kelly, how do you stand living with Wes? Isn't it like living with a child?" asked Blaine, going over to sit next to Kelly. He couldn't seem to stand; it felt like his legs were giving out. Also, well, he just needed to sit down, because the combined feeling of giddy anticipation and nerves in his stomach was driving him nuts! He couldn't think!
Kelly laughed, lounging back into the couch. "Hey, they were your friends first. And YOU lived with the BOTH of them…"
"Wes! David! Shut UP!" yelled Ava. She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at the two struggling men/boys/insane people. "Listen to me!" Both men stopped what they were doing and stared at the tiny blonde before the. "Much better. Now, it will be ME who will get 'the doorbell,' and it will be YOU two who will stand here like the gentlemen I KNOW you are and politely welcome our guests. Okay?"
"Yes Ma'am!" The two men saluted Ava, keeping their expressions as serious as they possibly could. "Did you see that?" David whispered to Wes.
"Yeah. The Little General…" Wesley gestured to Ava's retreating back.
"I heard that, Wesley, and will ignore it if you behave appropriately tonight." replied Ava, not even turning around.
"Oh, I am so proud." Kelly beamed at Blaine, her eyes twinkling. "Ava makes a wonderful mother. I'm so glad she's here to keep those two in line!"
"Ha ha. Funny, Kelly…" Blaine quickly lost his train of thought as—Damn, Ava was turning the doorknob. Crap, the door was opening. Shit, he could see Kurt's really nice, soft looking, well styled hair…
"Kurt, Mercedes, we are so glad you could make it!" said Ava. She gave Wes and David one last glare (and they replied with double thumbs up) before pulling her guests into a hug.
"Thank you so much for inviting us over," said Kurt, looking around as he stepped inside the hallway. "You have a lovely home. These are for you and Blaine." He placed the flowers in her arms.
"Aw thanks, you are too sweet!" beamed Ava, burying her nose in the bouquet. "These are beautiful. Wes, be a dear, and put these in a vase for me!" she said to Wes, handing him the flowers.
"Nice to meet you," said Wes, quickly shaking Kurt and Mercedes' hands. "Well, nice to meet you Mercedes. I already met you, Kurt…" Winking, he brushed past them, flowers in hand, but not before quietly whispering, as Ava turned away, "She's a feisty one. Beware."
"Ha!" laughed Mercedes, grinning at Wes.
Ava turned to David, who had been lounging against the wall. "Mercedes, meet David."
"Enchantee, madame." David gave Mercedes an extravagant bow, then took her hand and kissed it with a flourish. Mercedes giggled at his antics, but was touched by the humor. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad…
Kurt grinned at the scene before him, and after making sure Mercedes wasn't overwhelmed by David's presence, he drifted into the living room where he saw Blaine and an exotic, golden skinned woman sitting on the couch.
Blaine saw Kurt walking towards him and momentary panic set in. Here was Kurt, calmly walking through his house looking really good in those dark gray slacks and that really cool silver shirt and with his hair still unbelievably soft looking…and here he, Blaine, sat dumbfounded on his own couch with crazy messy hair wearing nothing as suave looking as Kurt. Blaine's nerves began to get the better of him and he started tapping his foot anxiously. Kelly raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at Blaine, but he took no notice of her. As Kurt approached, Blaine got up shakily and smoothed out his shirt.
"Kug-" Blaine quickly cleared his throat. "Kurt…hey!" He reached to hug Kurt, then stopped himself. Wait, hugs were okay now, right?
Kurt gave him a quizzical look, then wrapped his arms around Blaine for a quick embrace. Oh god, that felt better than I remembered…thought Kurt. Mm, and Blaine is really warm…and strong. God, he feels so strong. I wonder…Nope, stopping now! "And who is this?" asked Kurt, gesturing to the gorgeous woman sitting next to Blaine.
Blaine jumped back as if electrocuted; he had this bizarre feeling that there was an abnormal amount of friction between his body and Kurt's. "Ah, Kurt, this is Kelly, Wes's girlfriend."
Kelly stood up, straightened her strappy black dress, and shook Kurt's hand warmly. "Glad to finally meet you, Kurt!" She flashed him a brilliant smile, her red lipstick making her white teeth stand out even more against her tan skin. "I didn't get the chance to meet you at the wedding, but you are extremely talented! I am so jealous; I can't sing at all."
Gosh, look at those cheekbones…thought Kurt. Seriously, this woman looked like a model! She was tall and perfectly proportioned and had this fantastic long, black hair. "Don't. You're making me blush. Thank you, though. It's wonderful to meet you as well," replied Kurt. "I am jealous of your amazing bone structure, so let's call it even." Grinning, the two fell into an easy conversation about hair products…(typical Kurt, right?) and Blaine's nerves lessened just a teeny bit. This was going to be FINE.
"Hey, Blaine, while I get the hors d'oeuvres started, do you think you could give Kurt and Mercedes a tour?" Ava asked.
"A tour? Why didn't I think of that?" Wes returned with the flowers in a vase and turned to Kurt. "Right this way. Let me show around my wonderful home. Do you like the couch? It's very comfortable, I picked it out myself…"
"Wesley, need I remind you that you do not, in fact, live here?" Ava stared at him pointedly, watching his face drop in dejection.
"Oh darn. I knew something was off…" grinning, Wes grabbed Kelly's hand and hopped over to the kitchen to stand with Ava. "Let us help you, oh wise one, with your preparation of the appetizers!"
Laughing, Ava gladly put them to work and waved Kurt and Blaine away.
Blaine turned to Kurt, giving him a small smile. "So, a tour?" he asked, holding his arm out to Kurt.
"Yes, I think I shall take you up on that request!" replied Kurt with a smile, slipping his arm into Blaine's as they walked down the hall. "What about Mercedes though?"
Oh right. Mercedes… "I think she and David are, uh, talking business, so I can give her a tour later." Blaine made a mental note to do so. In truth, he rather liked the feeling of linking his arm with Kurt's. It gave a tangible representation of this…connection he felt with Kurt. Plus, well, it seemed as if anyone else was with them, it would spoil the intimacy of the moment. Not that he wanted this to be intimate. Not at all. Well, maybe a little. Gah, shut up, brain!
"You're the boss," Kurt replied. He too was a little relieved, because he wouldn't even try to lie and say he didn't want alone time with Blaine. And it just wouldn't be the same, having Mercedes there (though she would be helpful for his control).
"Here we have the hallway…a coat closet…another closet…a lovely half bathroom…Ava's home office…" Blaine stopped outside the open door at the end of the hall. Kurt, who had been taking in the essence of the house, looked up, startled. "Uh, here is our bedroom." Blaine said quickly, turning on the light so Kurt could see. Kurt nodded politely, noting the deep red, plush carpet and the simple sheer white curtains.
"Huh." Kurt held back a giggle at the Zac Efron poster he saw hanging by the large queen bed. "And whose would that be?" he asked, pointing to the poster. But seriously…he was standing here alone with Blaine, in Blaine's bedroom. Damn, the images that were rushing through Kurt's active imagination had SUCH bad timing, causing a light blush to stain his cheeks. I mean, thought Kurt, they were less inappropriate when he was alone at his own house, but now? When Blaine was standing next to him? Well now, it was just plain wrong!
Blaine followed Kurt's gaze and groaned. Crap, he thought he had gotten rid of everything embarrassing. "Uh, that? It's nothing…" Blaine quickly closed the door, causing Kurt to step back and stumble into him. Kurt lost his balance, his hand flailing to find something to hold on to. Much to Kurt's (and secretly Blaine's) delight, it was Blaine's forearm that his hand gripped for support.
Mm…those muscles are delicious, thought Kurt. His hand tightened around Blaine's bare arm, and the skin against skin touch sent electricity running up both men's arms. Kurt, after regaining his balance, reluctantly let go of Blaine's arm.
Blaine's subconscious wilted at the loss of touch, but perked up when Blaine grabbed Kurt's shoulder to steer him away from the bedroom. "Okay, this way…" Blaine led Kurt up the stairs, hyperaware of any more potentially embarrassing posters or pictures. Oh lord, let him not see the photo of me dressed up as a clown…
Thankfully, Kurt did not see the offending picture as he was introduced to the guest bedroom, an additional bathroom, and yet another closet.
"You guys sure have a lot of closets…" Kurt muttered, finding yet another unopened door. "What's in here?" he asked, knocking on the polished wood.
"Oh, this is my study, I guess," said Blaine, pushing the door open and walking inside. The early evening light streamed through the windows, giving the room a golden glow. Blaine watched as Kurt walked slowly around the room, stopping here and there to take a closer look at certain things.
The moment Kurt entered Blaine's study, he could tell that this room was where Blaine spent the most of his time. Kurt trialed his fingers over the keyboard of Blaine's computer, which was almost buried among a stack of papers and half written manuscripts. He spied a framed picture of Blaine, Wes, and David in Dalton uniforms, piled on top of one another. They had been laughing in the picture, and it seemed as if they didn't know that the picture was being taken.
"Back in the good old days…" said Blaine over Kurt's shoulder, picking up the frame to dust it off. "So much has changed since then…"
"Yeah, like your hair." Kurt grinned, lightening the mood instantly.
Blaine scoffed at Kurt's comment but smiled anyways. "Well, I used to try to tame the beast, but now I've just given up. Too bad, yeah?"
"No, I like it better this way." Kurt was awfully close to Blaine, their faces inches apart. The air was heavy, and the moments ticked by so, so slowly. Kurt was so close to Blaine; so close! He could feel Blaine's shuddering breath tickle his cheek, which caused his heart to race at a million beats per minute. Kurt timidly reached up, letting his fingers catch in a stray curl.
At Kurt's touch, Blaine forgot to breath. He was getting dizzy, trying to focus on Kurt's gorgeous, blue-green-gray eyes and his fingers and his face and his smell and…whoa. Blaine took a step back, causing Kurt to drop his hand instantly. The air, which had been thick with sexual tension, returned to *almost* normal as both Blaine and Kurt shook their heads and cleared their throats.
Kurt turned towards Blaine's bookcase, trying to remember exactly how to think coherent thoughts. Right, focus on something tangible…like books. "Harry Potter?" asked Kurt, brushing the worn book spines with his fingertips. Blaine had an interesting collection; he seemed to have a couple books from almost every genre.
Blaine glanced at his book collection, noticing how Kurt's fingers seemed to caress everything he touched. "They ARE classics, you know. I have a soft spot for J.K. Rowling and her characters. Also, having her books around remind me of when I was a kid. When life was less complicated..."
"So that explains the Disney," said Kurt, picking up a Disney songbook and casually flipping through it.
Blaine chuckled and picked up his guitar from where it was resting in its case. "You could say that. The Disney is part nostalgia part respect for all things great; I mean, even you cannot dispute the awesomness that is Disney."
"Awesomeness? Is that even a word that is used by people other than 'commonfolk'? Surely a great author like yourself would have a more extensive vocabulary," Kurt teased, going over to inspect the guitar in Blaine's hands.
"Touche. But there really is no other word that can appropriately convey the essence of Disney." Blaine strummed a few chords on his guitar and hummed the chorus of 'Part of Your World.'
Kurt ran his fingers over the guitar strings, smiling as Blaine hummed. "I've always wanted to learn how to play. I mean, I sing, play piano, and took dance, so there was never room for guitar playing."
"C'mere, I'll teach you! It's fairly easy…" He could do that, right? Show his friend how to play the guitar. Even though his guitar was his baby and he wouldn't even let Ava touch it unless she begged...giving Kurt one tiny lesson wouldn't hurt. Blaine handed Kurt the guitar, positioning it in his arms correctly. "Here…like this." Blaine was careful to touch Kurt very lightly; he was aware of his body's bizarre reaction to Kurt's touch, so he didn't want any mishaps to occur.
Kurt held the guitar gently, and pressed fingers down like Blaine told him to. He strummed lightly, but nothing happened. Suddenly, Kurt felt Blaine move behind him and place his own hand atop Kurt's.
"Let me show you," Blaine breathed softly, his voice sending a shiver down Kurt's spine. Kurt could feel the rough, slightly dry calloused skin of Blaine's hand as they guided his own over the guitar. Still, Blaine's hands were soft and warm, just as Kurt imagined them to be.
Blaine wasn't surprised at all to find Kurt's hands to be incredibly soft. They were so soft—baby soft, in fact. And very warm as well.
Kurt's heart felt like it was beating right out of his chest; he desperately hoped Blaine wouldn't notice. All this was too much, WAY too much. He was intoxicated with Blaine's presence and his touch, and everything in this room was inherently Blaine. He was in this too far… As their hands strummed out of few chords together, Kurt shifted and turn towards Blaine.
"Blaine, I-" Kurt's sweet, warm breath blew over Blaine's face, causing Blaine to shudder slightly. Blaine didn't realize how close Kurt actually was, and he found himself staring at the think fringe of eyelashes that framed Kurt's eyes. Blaine was (without thinking) counting the tiny freckles on Kurt's nose and admiring the perfect shape of Kurt's eyebrows and conveniently not noticing how his own heart was beating violently in his chest and what if he brought his fingers up to just touch Kurt's cheek just once? And what if-
"Blaine? Kurt? The appetizers are ready! Come on down before Wes and David eat them all…" Ava's voice rang from downstairs, shocking Blaine and Kurt out of their 'embrace.' Both men abandoned their trains of thought and guiltily remembered that they were supposed to be at a party with other people. Blaine reluctantly untangled himself from Kurt and placed the guitar back in its case. Silently, the left his study and closed the door behind them.
Kurt looked at Blaine playfully, running his hand along the dark wood stair rail. "So, Blaine. You are quite an interesting person. Harry Potter, guitar, Disney…what more don't I know about you?"
"Oh, lots…" replied Blaine with a wink.
"Says the man that owns a Zac Efron poster…"
"Wait, hey! How did you know Zefron isn't Ava's?"
Kurt giggled, following Blaine down the stairs. "Well, your reaction here pretty much confirmed my suspicions. And I just, you know, had this gut feeling about it, considering you wouldn't get so defensive had it been Ava's poster. Plus, c'mon…? Your soft spot for all things nostalgia? I'd have to be an idiot not to realize that you have a man crush on Zach Efron. I guess he does have nice hair. And he wasn't bad in Hairspray…"
"Hey, don't bash the Zefron poster! And I do NOT have a man crush on him…gosh you are starting to sound like Wes and David!"
"Ah, don't let them hear you say that," teased Kurt, following Blaine towards the kitchen. "I'm afraid they may try to adopt me…"
Unacknowledged sexual tension mostly forgotten (okay, not forgotten, but ignored for the moment) the two men entered the kitchen, were promptly met with a barrage of jokes by Wesley and David, and were forced back into reality.
Two hours later, everyone was seated at the dinner table, plates nearly empty and wine glasses half full. The group was chatting lazily in the candlelight, with the moon shining brightly in the window and the living room lights turned down low, giving the room a relaxed glow.
"That was a fantastic meal, Ava!" Mercedes complimented the tiny blonde on the meal they just shared.
"Thanks sweetie." Ava beamed at Mercedes. "So what did you and David tal—Ow!" A pea grazed Ava's cheek and landed on the floor next to her. "What the? Wesley!"
"What?" Wes asked innocently, trying to hide his spoon (that was full of peas) under the table. Kelly, who sat to his right, sniggered and patted his arm playfully. "Great shot, babe! I swear you are getting better and better at this!"
"It's all because I'm trying to impress you." Wes grinned and kissed Kelly sweetly on the cheek.
Blaine snorted into his wine glass and looked up to meet Kurt's gaze. They both rolled their eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation. God, he must think that ALL my friends are children…
"So, uhm, Kurt!" Wes tried to move the focus from his pea throwing skills onto something less likely to be on the receiving end of Ava's devil glare. "Do you have any big events planned in the coming month?"
"Actually, yes I do," replied Kurt, smoothing his hair. "I'm singing at an engagement party for some of my friends. They met on Broadway and…"
"Ooh, which show?" asked David, waggling his eyebrows.
"Well, it was a revival production of-"
"Wait don't say it! Let's guess!" Wesley perked up excitedly. "Yeah, this should be Blaine's area of expertise; he loves showtunes!"
"Guilty…" muttered Blaine, trying to analyze Kurt's surprised face. Was that happy surprise? Impressed? Displeased? What?
Kurt was certain that Blaine was going to be the death of him one day. He loved showtunes? Gosh, what about him WASN'T perfect? Besides the fact that he's married, no big deal…
"Hmm…Wicked? The Phantom of the Opera?" asked David, wracking his brain. Damn, that was all he knew.
"No…"
"Ooh, give me the first letter!" said Wes.
"R…"
"…okay, I'm at loss," David said, scratching his head. "Ooh, spell it with your peas!"
"Yeah, spell it with your peas!" Wes yelped excitedly, leaning around Kelly to try to see Kurt's plate.
"Fine. I think I will." Giggling, Kurt attacked his plate with his fingertips, arranging the peas into four letters.
Aw, he's so cute! Blaine thought. Wait, Ah! Not cute. No, he's not cute at all. Endearing. Yeah, Kurt is endearing…
"Hey…why does everyone still have peas? Why didn't you guys eat your peas?" asked Ava.
"Shh, shh it's okay honey, they will eventually learn that vegetables are good for them. It takes time." Blaine squeezed his wife's arm sympathetically. "I ate all my peas!"
"Thank you dear, I know I can always count on you." she replied, smiling proudly up at Blaine.
"Rem?"
"No Wes that isn't an R it's an N! Nent!" David leaned over to turn Kurt's plate around.
"It's Rent, you guys. The musical he is talking about is Rent…"
"Hey Blaine! No fair! Way to spoil our fun…" David pouted at Blaine.
"Rude," Wes muttered. "You can't use your knowledge of all things Broadway to an unfair advantage!"
"…guys, I spelled it out for you! With my peas!" said Kurt, shaking his head. "You are hopeless."
Blaine could feel an impending (though playful) arguement coming on, so he decided to use the best distraction method he knew. "Okay, dessert anyone?" Blaine began to collect people's dirty dishes and bring them over to the kitchen sink.
Kurt got up quickly and began to do the same. "Here, let me help."
"Thanks," Blaine replied softly, fighting the urge to tell Kurt to sit down because he was a guest. Blaine pulled a tray of chocolate mousse filled glasses out of the fridge and passed it around the table. "Help yourselves!"
Sounds of "mms…" and "Yum!" were heard throughout the room as Kurt began to daintily eat his own chocolate mousse. After a spoonful or two (it really was delicious) Kurt happened to look across the table just as Blaine was licking his own spoon clean. Blaine's eyes had fluttered closed, and his tongue was wrapped around the spoon. Kurt looked own at his lap quickly, avoiding anyone else's gaze. Oh god oh god. Blaine just can't DO that! Kurt snuck a peek once more, only to find Blaine practically moaning into his spoon. (Yeah, everyone else was doing the same thing but coming from Blaine it was WAY different.) Kurt's cheeks reddened as his mind imagined Blaine's tongue wrapped around other things…Kurt felt a moan of pleasure rise in his own throat, causing him to take a large bite of mousse to mask the sound. Gawd, this was torturous…
Wes and Kelly finally had to leave around eleven. Mercedes and David, who had arranged a business meeting the next week, got up to say goodbye to the couple. Blaine sat down next to Kurt on the couch, stretching his legs and giving a contented sigh.
Please, PLEASE refrain from thinking dirty thoughts…Kurt prayed to himself. But the sounds coming from Blaine's mouth. Nmughn…
Blaine glanced at Kurt, wondering what he was thinking. "So, uh, Kurt?"
"Mhmm?"
"When will I see you again?" Wait—ah! Now he sounded like a sappy romantic movie after the end of the first date. "Well, I mean, as friends hang out and see each other, during the week or something at a friendly hang out place…" Blaine trailed off. Oh god, PLEASE stop talking!
Kurt smiled, purposefully ignoring Blaine's stumbling awkwardness. (because it was freakin' adorable). "We could get coffee sometime. I like Henrietta's Café; it's just down the street."
Henrietta's…Henrietta's…he'd have to look it up. "Sure, I know that place," said Blaine. "I'll call you?..." Right. Way to sound like he's asking Kurt out on a date. He could bring Ava too, and that would remove any possible date implications from their friendly hang out coffee time. But on second thought, Blaine could have his own friends; he didn't need to take his wife everywhere.
"Sounds perfect." Kurt stood up and made his way over to the door. "Mercedes and I better head home; she has to get up early for work. C'mon 'Cedes." Mercedes hugged Ava and Blaine and bid David goodbye.
"Until Thursday, my fair maiden." David waved to Mercedes as she walked down the steps.
Laughing, she waved back and went to stand on the sidewalk to wait for Kurt.
"Thank you so much for having us over," Kurt hugged Ava.
"Oh, it was so much fun!" she replied.
"No, seriously. We really appreciate it. I'll have to return the favor some day and invite you two over to our place." Kurt smiled at the couple.
"We'd love that!" said Blaine, liking how the moonlight glistened in Kurt's hair a little too much.
"See you soon, then." Kurt hugged Ava one last time and then slid his arms tightly around Blaine's warm body. Just for a second. "Bye." Kurt accidently whispered into Blaine's ear. Crap. I hope he didn't hear that…Kurt broke out of their embrace quickly and almost ran down the steps.
As David collected his things and said goodbye as well, Blaine stood motionless on the front porch. Kurt linked arms with Mercedes and they walked down the street to find a cab, leaving Blaine to, once again, watch Kurt's retreating form slip away into the dark night.
Wow! That one took a long time to write! I hope the wait was worth it :-) I just saw Easy A so I couldn't keep myself from quoting it in here. R & R if you wish, and remember that I love you all (Chris Colfer and Darren Criss and Kurt and Blaine included) SO MUCH! Thanks :) Also, I know it's been a bit slow, but Blaine and Kurt WILL spend more time together alone! Promise!