"Can I… oh my god, I don't know why I'm getting embarrassed now, I mean we've slept together – oh god, not slept together - but you know, slept together, and I really shouldn't be embarrassed by this, but…" Kurt rambled, feeling his face getting redder by each word uncontrollably spilling from his mouth, looking anywhere but directly into Blaine's politely expectant yet obviously amused face. "Can I… can I have your number?" he finished lamely, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
Blaine, looking thoroughly amused, held out his iPhone, and Kurt quickly added himself in his contacts before handing it back - Blaine instantly typing out a text.
After eating their pancakes in a comfortable silence, Kurt had excused himself to the bathroom to get ready for the day, while Blaine entertained himself by reading the newspaper on Kurt's Macbook. As Blaine had followed him down the stairs he had gingerly placed a guiding hand on the small of Kurt's back, effectively causing Kurt to nervously trip over his own feet. They were now standing, facing each other, outside Kurt's bookshop.
Blaine grinned slyly up at him as Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
"You are cute when you blush."
Shit.
"Oh, wow… well, I must be absolutely adorable right now then," Kurt said, flushing and ducking his head. Blaine is flirting with me, Blaine is flirting with me, Blaine is flirting with me!
Blaine had to place one finger underneath Kurt's chin and tilt his head up to get him to look at the phone he was holding up, causing thousand of butterflies to erupt in Kurt's stomach.
"I had a really nice time, Kurt. Thank you."
"I did too," Kurt said, "Will you… will you stop by again sometime?
Blaine grinned, "Most definitely. Expect to see a lot of me in the future, Mr. Hummel." Stuffing his phone back into his jeans, Blaine stepped forward and took one of Kurt's hands, gently kissing his cheek, before walking away with a wave and a smile, an adorable blush coloring his cheeks.
Kurt had only just turned the vintage sign on the door from, 'closed' to 'open' before his phone lit up, signaling a new text.
"You also look cute when you sleep."
And if Kurt couldn't keep from grinning stupidly throughout the whole day… well, then it certainly wasn't his fault.
"He can't talk at all?"
"No Rachel, that is usually what being mute entails," Kurt rolled his eyes fondly at Rachel's horrified expression.
"Oh my god, Kurt, that is so sad," Rachel said, her eyes trained on her husband and daughter who were playing with their huge Dalmatian which they had named Joe out of all the suitable dog names in the world. Her expression brightened and she turned to Kurt, "But he is hot, right? And gay? And you like him?"
Kurt sighed, "Yes. Yes he is. And yes, I do. Of course I do."
It was Saturday morning and when Kurt had gotten a call from Rose, excitedly asking him to join them all on a trip to the park, Kurt had not hesitated in his agreement. He was now sharing a bench with Rachel, who, after having talked constantly for one hour, had generously listened to his tales about Blaine Anderson, the handsome gentleman who had swept Kurt Hummel off his feet. He hadn't seen Blaine since their goodbye three days ago, but he had received a few texts – all of them so sweet Kurt squealed internally just thinking about it. It seemed as even though Blaine had been tentative and a bit shy in the beginning that he was actually quite the charmer; able to reduce Kurt to something similar of a thirteen year old fangirl with a simple good morning text.
After Finn and Rose had ran over, both exclaiming with voices raspy from exhaustion, "Hungry!" they had all headed home to shower and get dressed, agreeing to meet at the new Italian restaurant in the city in two hours.
Rachel, looking amazing in a red strapless dress, straightened his midnight blue tie as he met with the tiny family in the entrance of the restaurant, and Finn slang an arm around his shoulders jovially as they got seated. The restaurant, Buca Di Beppo, was wonderful; dimmed lights and tasteful red tablecloths emitting a warm feeling, beautiful waiters clad in black expensive suits and dresses sliding gracefully between tables, taking orders and charming the customers into emptying their pockets in tips.
"What do you want to eat, sweetie?" Rachel said, leaning over Rose, who was clad in a darling red dress that matched her mother's, pointing at pictures of food and explaining what they were. Kurt hid his laughter behind a napkin as a tall blonde waiter flirted shamelessly with a completely oblivious Finn, who ordered them all red wine and appetizers.
The food was delicious and the conversation was light and pleasing. Kurt felt perfectly comfortable as he nipped at his wine studying the other guests, mostly young couples out on dates. He sighed longingly as he watched a giggling girl being fed spaghetti from a fork of her boyfriend. He wanted that; romance - love. And he wanted it with Blaine. Blaine, who right at that moment apparently found it convenient to walk into the restaurant looking flawlessly dashing in a dark suit with an open collar, no tie. Kurt dropped his fork in surprise, and Rachel, Finn and Rose all turned their heads to see what Kurt was staring at.
"Blaine!" Rose exclaimed, jumping down from her chair and running towards him.
Kurt felt his heart drop into his stomach. Because Blaine wasn't alone. A tall, devastatingly handsome man with brown hair and eyes so blue that Kurt could see it from where he was sitting, accompanied him, and they were obviously on a date. As Rose grabbed the hand of a pleasantly surprised Blaine, pulling him towards their table, Kurt felt nauseous. He wanted to hide, to run away, to bury himself ten feet under the ground. Blaine was on a date. With someone else. Kurt felt so stupid; of course Blaine didn't like him back. Kurt had absolutely nothing on the man who, besides Blaine himself, was literally the most attractive person he had ever seen in his life.
Rose, Blaine, and the stranger who had trailed behind them, a bemused look on his face, stopped in front of their table and Kurt dropped his eyes to the napkin he was nervously tearing apart in his hands.
"I found Blaine," Rose said proudly, "and a pretty man followed us."
"Pretty, huh? I'm afraid that next to a beauty like you I'm practically invisible, sweetie," the stranger said, patting Rose lightly on the head. Damn you and your charming charmingness, Kurt ground his teeth bitterly. Rose shone with joy at the praise. "Hi, my name is Cooper. I take it you know Blaine?" the man continued, holding his hand out. Finn shook it firmly.
Kurt wished Rachel would stop looking at him like that.
"Finn," Finn said politely, nodding at Blaine in greeting, "and this is my wife, Rachel, our daughter, Rose, and my brother Kurt". Kurt shook the man's hand with a forced smile when his name was mentioned.
"Nice to meet you," he said, feeling Blaine's eyes on him but refusing to meet his gaze.
"Kurt," Rachel hissed, stabbing him in the ribs with her elbow. He finally looked up, eyes automatically pulled towards the light from Blaine's phone.
"Cooper is my brother."
Kurt could practically hear the heavenly angel choir appearing in a cloud of light in the ceiling. "Hallelujah, hallelujah, halle-lu-jah!"