Kurt was on top of the world. He was practically skipping down the pavement, squinting his eyes and enjoying the warmth of the sun on his face. An old homeless man was playing the harmonica on the side of the street and Kurt, feeling particularly gracious, slipped a twenty into his hat, laughing as the man took his hat of for him. As he walked along, smiling at every person he passed, his mind kept drifting back to the day before and the moment he had shared with Blaine. They had spent almost two hours on that floor, asking each other trivial question like their favorite color and previous pets. Kurt ran a finger down the soft material of his scarf: red, just like Blaine's favorite color. He thought about the things Blaine had told him, like how he was born in a small town in Italy but moved to New York city when he was just a toddler, how he loved cooking and played the violin. Kurt, while having had quite a few friends over the years - some better than others, had never really felt understood. He had felt loved and accepted, but never on quite the same level as everyone else. But with Blaine he felt differently, like they were closer somehow – on the same wavelength - and although his attraction started leaning towards feelings that were less than convenient to have about his straight friend, Kurt hoped they could become closer. He practically bounced into the mall where he would be meeting Rachel, ready to get his shopping on.
Kurt huffed and pulled his coat closer around himself. The dark had begun creeping upon the city, and Kurt's high spirits had died down a bit. He was walking down the street, heading towards his apartment that was right next to the bookshop, his hands full of bags from the mall. He halted as he came to a questionable looking alley. He never took that route when it was dark, he knew how cruel New York could be at night, but he was trying to make it home to catch the evening's episode of White Collar and it would save him ten minutes. Straightening his back, he headed into the dark alley.
He was about halfway through when an eerie sensation made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, though when he turned back he saw nothing but a couple of dumpsters overflowing with garbage. He picked up his pace. He was just a couple of minutes away from his street when he saw the shadow in the corner of his eye. He whipped his head around and saw a large, dark figure walking a couple of feet behind him, quickly and determined headed towards him. First, Kurt tried to walk even faster, but when the man matched his pace, he started running. So did the man.
"Hey, baby, hold up! I'm not gonna hurt ya! Just stop for a second, let's talk!" The man's voice was dark and mocking as he shouted after him. Kurt's heart was beating wildly in his chest as he ran as fast as he could, turning into his street. He could see his bookshop just a few feet away, his house a few feet away from that again. Someone was leaning against the window of the shop, and Kurt shouted desperately to catch his attention, "Help! Please!" The man straightened up, and took a few steps towards him. And as he came closer, Kurt could just make out his features. It was Blaine. Of course it was Blaine. Kurt ran straight into his arms, and Blaine immediately pushed him behind his back. The stranger had slowed his steps when he saw Blaine, and now seemed reluctant. Kurt briefly wondered why - Blaine was a rather small guy after all, and the other man was probably six foot three or something - but when he saw Blaine's face he understood why the man looked downright scared. Blaine was seething. Wearing a tight black sweater drenched in sweat that showed off his muscles, and hellooooo muscles, his hands balled into fists, Blaine looked positively dangerous. The man held up his hands as Blaine started heading towards him, "Hey, man, I was just kiddin' around. I wasn't gonna do nothing," he slurred, obviously drunk out of his mind. The man walked backwards, stumbling a bit. "I'm gonna go now, leave you two alone, alright? No need to get violent here," he continued rambling. When he deemed the distance far enough, he quickly turned around and started sprinting back the way they came.
Blaine turned around; eyes filled with a mixture of rage and worry, and cupped a hand to Kurt's cheek, his other hand winding around his waist. Kurt fisted his hands in the material of Blaine's shirt and sighed in relief. "Thank you," he said, resting his forehead against Blaine's shoulder. Blaine wrapped both arms around him and held him close, letting him calm down. It felt so safe in Blaine's arms, comforting and calming. Kurt felt his pulse slow down. After a few minutes Blaine gently pushed him away so his eyes could ask the silent question.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks to you," Kurt whispered, sniffling a bit. Blaine pondered him for a bit, before nodding.
"I live right there," Kurt pointed towards his apartment, "Can you come with me? I-" he trailed off, his voice shaking. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows and nodded, before pulling Kurt with him towards the building, holding him close to his side.
Kurt unlocked the door, and let Blaine step in before him. Although it wasn't big, Kurt was very fond of his home. It was warm and inviting, with wooden floors and candles and decorations spread around. To his immense embarrassment, Kurt's stomach growled loudly, and Blaine turned to him with a grin. Kurt blushed, "Sorry, I just haven't eaten since breakfast. Would you, um… like to join me for dinner?" Kurt bit his lip.
Blaine started running on the spot, pinching his nose and waving his hand. Kurt laughed, "You can have a shower first if you'd like. I can probably find some clothes that will fit you." Blaine's eyes seemed to darken for a moment, before he nodded and smiled.
"The towels are under the sink. I'll just put the clothes outside the door meanwhile."
Blaine put a hand on his shoulder before closing the bathroom door after him. It wasn't until Kurt had put the clothes down, and heard the water start running, that he really realized the situation. Blaine Anderson - gorgeous, stunning, hot as hell, straight as hell -Blaine Anderson, was naked. Right behind that door. In Kurt's house. In Kurt's shower. And he would be wearing Kurt's clothes. While having dinner with him.
Well, shit.