A/N: this…took a weird turn. While it's mostly the same from the chapter 4 of the previous version of this story, I changed up an added character, and well…I'm not sure how I like how it turned out. But I wanted to post something…so…here ya go!
song: "Grow Old With You" from The Wedding Singer (if you couldn't figure it out.)
"Ugh. Explain to me again why we have to see them?" Blaine said, trying to find a decent shirt that fits. "Because, we both went to school with them and they're still some of our best friends." Kurt said, putting on a pair of skinny jeans.
"Can't I just pull an Ugly Naked Guy and go buck naked?" Blaine said with a grin. "You know, given that most of my clothes don't fit anymore, I'd much rather be a nudist."
"As much as I would enjoy that, I don't think any of our friends, or family for that matter, would." Kurt said, leaning over to kiss his smartass boyfriend, and poke his stomach. "I think I managed to find a shirt for you when we attempted to go to the mall, hold on a second…hmm…here you go." He said, shoving the shirt at Blaine. "Uh, Babe…Unless you want me to look like a stuffed sausage, this shirt isn't working." Blaine said, quickly buttoning up the shirt, and showing it off.
"Sometimes I wonder why I gave up boxing." he muttered, rushing to find something to wear.
"KURT!" David yelled upon seeing the countertenor from across the restaurant. "Where's Bla-holy shit." Kurt just glared at him. "Anyways…how have you boys been?" David said, attempting to relieve the awkward tension. "We've been wonderful." Kurt said. "Blaine just got back from a semester in Paris." "Oh that's awesome!" Right as David started to change the subject, Sebastian walked over. "Hi, Kurt. Hi, Blaine?
"Well, that fucking sucked." Blaine said with a sign, flopping onto their bed. "Yeah…who knew that there would be a time where Sebastian wouldn't want to have sex with you." Blaine chuckled softly at that, remembering Sebastian's crush on him. "C'mere." Kurt said, patting the side of the bed next to him. "I have something that might make you feel better." He said, getting up and walking over to the closet. "I hope you like it." With that, he pulled out Blaine's acoustic guitar and started playing:
I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
Oh all I wanna do is grow old with you
I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you
I'll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you
Feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you
After he finished, he looked over to Blaine, whose face was tear-stained. "You…learned to play guitar, for me?" "Mhm, Not to mention, played a song from one of your favorite movies." "What on earth did I do to deserve a guy like you?" "Funny, I was going to say the same about you."