A.N. Hey all! Okay, so this one is basically Klaine's first date, so Kurt and Blaine are both at Dalton and it takes places a little bit after Original Song. I tend to make little mistakes like references characters that haven't been introduced at that point in the show so if you spot them let me know. Please and thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and I never will.
Their First Date
Kurt stared at himself in the mirror, looking for something out of place or something off about his ensemble. He turned around in front of his full length mirror, being extremely critical towards his outfit and everything about his appearance that night. He was dressed in stark white skinny jeans, a bright blue silk collared shirt, and a black suit jacket paired with a white and blue scarf and blue shoes with white laces. His hair was sculpted perfectly and his complexion was flawless. Finally satisfied, he spritzed some cologne on his neck and wrists and smile nervously at his reflection.
HIs stomach was doing flips and his heart was racing. His breaths were coming up short and he forced himself to calm down. He closed his eyes and tried to slow his heart rate by extended his inhales and exhales. Breathing in and out slowly... much better. Just when he thought he was serene, the piercing cry of the Hudmel's doorbell rang through the air, sending his heart into a frenzy once again. Burt's voice reverberated throughout the house. "Kurt! Blaine's here!" Kurt flushed and made his way up the stairs to the living room where he had a good view of the front door. His jaw literally dropped. Blaine looked magnificent. His hair was tamed but curly and shined in the moonlight instead of glistening with brick loads of gel. He was wearing black trousers , brown leather shoes, a white collared shirt, and a blue bow-tie that matched Kurt's scarf. he was carrying a bouquet of irises: Kurt's favourite flower.
Blaine's hazel eyes turned away from Burt to rest on his son and a graceful smile lit up his face. Kurt was staring at him with his mouth open and Blaine blushed, thinking to himself that Kurt was much more beautiful than he could ever be.
"Hi." He finally managed to squeak. He cleared his throat as Kurt approached him and he held out the flowers. "Hey Kurt. You look absolutely gorgeous." Burt coughed and both boys reddened. Kurt accepted the flowers and buried his nose in the bouquet. "For you."
"Thanks." He said. Burt opened his mouth to speak and Kurt mentally panicked. He would not let his dad ruin his first date by scaring Blaine away with one of his, "You break his heart, I break you." speeches. He quickly grabbed Blaine by the elbow and tugged him out the door.
"Right, bye dad!" Kurt called over his shoulder and closed the door behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief as he led Blaine to the car. They hopped into Kurt's navigator and pulled out of the driveway.
"so..." Blaine started, unsure of what to say. The awkward silence was almost tangible between them. Eventually, Kurt turned on the music and Candles immediately blasted from the speakers. Both boys smiled.
"Wait... is that... is?" Kurt's cerulean blue eyes widened and his mouth formed an "O" shape. Blaine grinned widely and nodded.
"It's a recording of us from Regionals. I never want to forget that day." Blaine answered. Kurt's eyes were starting to water, but he managed to hold them back as their voices blended together in harmony through the speakers, soothing him.
"I... I don't know what to say." He whispered. He swallowed. "Thank you."
"For what?"
Kurt took his hand. "For being you." They smiled at each other and sat in comfortable silence all the way to Breadstix. When they got there, Kurt held the door open for Blaine who got out and thanked him and took his hand, interlacing their fingers.
"Are you as excited as I am right now?" Kurt asked as he bounced up and down on his toes. Blaine laughed and nodded.
"Yeah, and probably a lot more nervous too."
"Oh I doubt that! I spent two hours on my hair and two hours picking out an outfit for tonight."
"I sweated through a whole shirt and had to rearrange my whole ensemble."
Kurt wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Ew." Blaine just laughed as they walked up to the hostess.
"Reservation for Anderson." The hostess nodded with a bright smile on her face and grabbed two menus, signaling for them to follow her.
"Right this way." She led them to a secluded booth at the back of the restaurant that was alight with candles. "Your server will be with you shortly." ANd with that, she left and Kurt and Blaine sat opposite each other. They looked at the menus.
"So what's up with New Directions?" And just like that, the conversation ignited and was set aflame to blaze throughout the night, glowing in darkness of the room. Kurt went on about his glee club friends and Blaine listened intently. nodding his head at appropriate intervals and gasping when he was supposed to in order to create dramatic effect. Don't misunderstand, he listened to every word Kurt said, he just reacted to what he was saying in ways to make Kurt feel comfortable. His voice calmed Blaine's nerves and butterflies, it's angelic demeanor sent his mood aglow. He rested his head on his hand and stared lovingly at the boy in front of him, happier than he ever thought he'd been.
They had the longest animated conversation with flailing hand gestures and deep voiced imitations. Blaine laughed so hard he cried when Kurt lowered his soprano voice to sound like his dad. Eventually, the two boys were doubled over with laughter, their food having long since been eaten. Kurt wiped a tear from his cheek and sat up properly, finally calming down. Blaine was also starting to breathe deeply. he spotted another tear on Kurt's eyelashes. The countertenor blinked, sending the drop of salt water down his face. Blaine reached over the table and crushed it away with his thumb, letting his hand linger against his face. The warmth that spread from the contact was immensely pleasurable, as Kurt stared into Blaine's smoldering hazel eyes. Kurt leaned into his hand and his eyelids fluttered closed.
Blaine began to gently massage the nape of Kurt's neck and the other boy hummed in approval, muscles relaxing under Blaine's soft touch. He rubbed his fingers in small, comforting circles.
"Would you like the cheque?" Blaine tore his hand away as if he'd been burned as both of them flushed considerably. The waiter smirked as Kurt told him yes. They paid and exited the restaurant, several inches of space between them. When they outside, Kurt pulled him to a secluded corner of the building in the shadows.
"Blaine, you're not going to refrain from touching me in public just because that waiter caught us acting all romantic are you?" He asked, his voice a mere whisper. He looked at the ground and stuffed his hands deep in his pockets. Blaine looked appalled that Kurt would would ever ask such a question. He quickly took the boy's hand in his own and then tilted his chin so that they made eye contact.
"Of course not."
"I mean, we don't have to make out twenty-four/seven, grilled cheesus knows we're not Finn and Rachel, but holding hands would be nice, even after being called out on just how gay we are." He admitted shyly. "I don't want to have to hide what we have because of what people might think."
"It's not so much what they think, more like what they'll do, but trust me Kurt, I want this just as much as you do.: And with that, he cupped Kurt's cheek and pressed his lips the his. He inhaled the lovely scent of vanilla, coconut, and mint as well as something indescribably, probably some chemical in cologne. When they broke apart, Kurt smiled and nodded, squeezing Blaine's hand reassuringly.
"I understand." They both beamed and took a stroll through the nearby park under the waning moon and the millions of twinkling stars, hand in hand. They walked in silence, perfectly content in each other's company. They sat down on a secluded bench with Kurt's head on Blaine's shoulder, their hands and fingers intertwined. Kurt sighed happily. "I can't believe this is real - that you're real." Kurt mumbled, nuzzling his face into Blaine's neck. Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt's hair; had anyone else done that, they would have been dead already.
"Why not?" he asked innocently.
"Would you believe it if I said that this was too good to be true?"
"Of course I can. I think the same thing about you." Kurt smiled. "And if this is a dream, I never want to wake up - ever."
"I feel like tomorrow, I''ll be back at McKinley, miserable and depressed and I won't ever remember you because you don't exist."
"Kurt, i assure you that I exist one hundred percent and that I will never leave you; not for the world." He took Kurt's face in both of his hands and stared deeply into his sea blue eyes, hoping to convey how much trust and truth he had put into his words. THeir breaths mingled as they breathed in synchronisation, breathing each other's oxygen.
"Promise?" Kurt whispered, his insecurities coming out from behind the walls he had spent so long building. Blaine's heart clenched and he cuddled the boy to his chest, never wanting him to have to feel so insecure ever again.
"I promise." He kissed Kurt's hair and they sat there in each other's embrace for who knows how long. They knew that their perfect first date would to end at some point, but neither wanted to let gom wanting to cling to each other for all of eternity, even if it defied all laws; but that's what they did. They defied all the homophobes of the world, the laws of God, even the song defying gravity had been conquered. They were each other's rocks and they needed each other to balance out the insanity of the New Directions, the craziness of the Warblers, and the comic force that is Wevid. They gave each other courage to face bullies and sing their hearts out without fear of judgement. They loved each other, though such words had yet to be spoken.
Several minutes later, Blaine checked his pocket watch. It read nine forty-seven PM. "Crap!" He exclaimed, startling Kurt who jumped violently. "Sorry babe, but we have to go now or your dad is gonna shoot me!: Grabbing Kurt's hand, Blaine pulled him off the bench and they ran for the car parked outside of Breadstix.
When they finally reached it, Kurt and Blaine were both panting as they slid into their seats. Once the boys had calmed down some, Kurt blurted, "Babe?" Blaine gave him a quizzical look, so he elaborated. "Back we were at the park, you said, 'Sorry babe, but if we don't go now your dad's gonna take out the shotgun' or something like that. I was referring to the term of endearment.
"Oh!' Blaine exclaimed, blushing all the way to his hairline at the realization. "I'm sorry, it just kind of... felt natural. You don't mind, do you?"
"Mind? Of course not. I find it sweet." He kissed Blaine's cheek and flicked the music that was once again hooked up to the Ipod he had not seen Blaine plug in. The Warblers' rendition of Teenage Dream came softly from the speakers, emitting grins from both boys.
"Can we agree that although this is technically out song, we not tell people this one and instead give them Candles? I'd rather not have our song be about going all the way, if you know what I mean." Blaine asked. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"I do, but you want our song to instead be about moving on and getting over each other?"
"Good point. What about Baby It's Cold Outside?"
"Christmas songs get old."
"Blackbird?"
"No, just... no."
"Animal?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Okay then, what do you suggest?"
"Just stick with Teenage Dream."
"Alright." the subject was dropped. After what seemed like only ten minutes. they pulled up to Hudmel home. They were reluctant to leave each other's side.
"I'll walk you to the door." Blaine suggested, and followed Kurt outside.
"You don't have to do that."
"But I want to kiss you on the porch steps. Wouldn't that be romantic?" Blaine asked, and Kurt laughed as they walked up to the veranda.. Kurt stood on the step and looked down at Blaine. Seeing as how he was taller than Blaine anyway, he had to lean down quite a bit to kiss Blaine.
Soft, full lips pressed against his and Kurt cupped Blaine's cheek with one hand as Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and lifted him back onto the ground where they were somewhat level in height, bringing them infinitely closer together. The feelings of pure pleasure, bliss, warmth, perfection, and love all melted in that one great kiss to create the strongest emotion known to man - a feeling so strong that no name or description could do it justice.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless and totally in love. They were both smiling from ear to ear. "Goodnight Blaine." Kurt kissed Blaine's nose with a giggle and waved as he opened the front door with his house key.
"Sweet dreams Kurt." Blaine called back just as the door shut. Blaine then proceeded to get in his car and drive away, unable to wipe his big goofy grin off his face.
Meanwhile, Kurt turned to the window to watch Blaine drive off into the starry night that would forever be known as Perfect.