I think I sorta kinda got the hang of the fluffiness in this chapter, so hopefully that won't dissapoint. I added some more jealous!Blaine for those of you who like that. I also made him into one of those over-the-top cheesy romantic types of guys that you love to death anyway. For anyone that has ever left me a review on any of my stories: I love you. You have no idea how awesome they make me feel (well, if you have written anything and gotten reviews you may have experienced a similar elation) and I just wanted to say thank you.
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When he was finally allowed to get up again, when Ciarán stopped bawling and clutching at him, Kurt rose gracefully and pulled Ciarán to his feet as well. Ciarán was all apologies; the front he attempted to put on in front of the others had completely disappeared.
"I-I don't know what made me do it! I can't believe I just poured out my emotions to a complete stranger! I'm so sorry I forced you to deal with me; it'll never happen again. I'm sorr-" Kurt cut him off with a finger on his lips.
"I'm not a stranger; I'm your friend. Or at least I will be. I like you, you know. And friends listen to each other's problems. It's part of the job description, right?"
"I didn't have friends like that. I always pretended to be happy all the time. The only one I actually told anything to was Andy-" Ciarán started choking up again and Kurt put his hand on Ciarán's arm to steady and comfort him. He prayed to the god he didn't believe in that he wouldn't start crying again.
"I used to be like that too. I kept all my emotions to myself and pretended I was fine. It took moving here and some… things before that to make me realize I could trust my friends with anything."
Ciarán brightened and hugged Kurt tightly, saying, "Thank you so much! For some reason I feel a lot better now."
"Crying usually does that," Kurt said. He knew from a lot of experience. He hugged Ciarán back, moving him slowly to the door at the same time.
"Bye. If you ever have a problem, anything, just come and talk to me, okay?"
""Okay!" Ciarán left, sounding downright cheery; a big difference from the way he had entered. Kurt sank down on the bed and sighed. Why do things have to be so complicated?
He glanced at the clock and then shot straight up. 5:15. He only had 45 minutes to get ready for his date with Blaine. He set off to take the shortest shower he had ever taken in his life.
Blaine was walking down the hall to his room, filled with anticipation, when he heard two Warblers talking in low, intense whispers.
"…said that he was sorry for pouring emotions onto Kurt," Blaine was startled by his boyfriends' name, "Then Kurt said that he would be Ciarán's boyfriend."
"What? I thought Kurt and Blaine were-"
"Me too! Maybe Kurt is two-timing Blaine. Or three-timing; I always thought he and Luce were suspi-" Jeff stopped, suddenly noticing Blaine's presence.
"What were you just saying?" Blaine asked, startled by the maliciousness of his own voice.
Jeff shot a "save me" glance at Charlie, the one he was talking to, searching his eyes for the proper way to handle the current situation. Charlie simply nodded, gesturing for Jeff to tell Blaine the truth.
"Uhmmm…" Jeff's nervousness was obvious, "Nick and I were going to visit the new kid. You know. See what classes he has, advise him on what to study and so on, but he wasn't there. We started walking back to our room but we heard voices coming from Kurt's room. One of them sounded like Ciarán's, so I sort of… pressed my ear against the door to listen in," he explained, shaking as though he was admitting to murder.
"So you were eavesdropping. Go on," Blaine pressed.
"It was really quiet and muffled so I can't be sure, but I think I heard Ciarán apologizing- profusely- for pouring his feelings out to Kurt. Then Kurt, well, Kurt said…. ThatheisCiarán'sboyfriendorwillbe. And that he… l-likes him."
Blaine didn't know why it would make him so upset; he didn't believe it. He lashed out with anger. "Kurt isn't the type of person to do something like that!"
He stomped off to his room. Even though he denied it, the seed of doubt wedged in his mind as he changed for the date ha wasn't so excited for anymore.
Kurt was just putting the finishing touches on his hair when he heard a soft knock at the door. He checked himself out in the mirror, just to be positive he looked as amazing as possible. He tried his hardest not to run to the door, throw it open, and leap into Blaine's arms.
He opened the door, beaming, at an admirably slow pace. Blaine's eyes were worrisomely clouded- until they took in what Kurt was wearing.
Kurt enjoyed watching Blaine look him slowly up and down then realize what he was doing. A blush lightly colored his cheeks.
Kurt was admiring Blaine as well, just in a slightly more discreet manner. Blaine had donned black slacks, well-fitted enough to be noticed were Kurt's eyes not raking over other parts of the outfit. And what was underneath them.
Blaine's thin, long-sleeved, dark turquoise shirt hugged his muscles tightly, and it was partially covered by an open tan coat with black buttons. The whole combination was impeccable as well as mouthwatering and made the green in Blaine's hazel eyes much more prominent.
Blaine still looked embarrassed, so Kurt decided to break the awkward silence. "So, boyfriend, I don't know where we are going but we should probably attempt to get there," he suggested playfully, relishing the roll of the word off his lips, and took Blaine's hand. Boyfriend.
Kurt's expression brightened at that word, but Blaine's face fell as he heard it. He looked as though he hated it. Or hated being called that by Kurt. Kurt felt a flutter of panic inside, Wasn't Blaine the one who suggested we call each other that in the first place? Was he just humoring me?
Kurt's stomach tumbled over itself as he tried to determine the expression's meaning. Blaine simply replied with a mutter of an emotionless "right" before pulling Kurt down the hallway with their still-intertwined hands.
He opened the car door for Kurt before moving around to seat himself heavily in the driver's side. Kurt made to talk, but before he could say anything Blaine turned the keys and pressed one of the many knobs on his dashboard. The radio came on full blast, effectively silencing any chance of conversation. Blaine wore a sullen expression and stared straight ahead, hands gripping the wheel tightly enough to turn his knuckles white.
Blaine didn't know why he was ignoring Kurt or why looking at him filled him with a strange mixture of anger and longing. Yes he did, he admitted to himself; it was that some part of him believed the rumor. Some part of him was angry at Kurt for cheating on him and for leading Ciarán on. Some part of him was roaring with jealousy. He just didn't know why he couldn't push it to the back of his mind and ignore it, when it probably wasn't true anyway. It was that probably part that got to him.
He decided to try to ignore it, to talk to Kurt normally and have fun and banish all other thought from his mind, but he couldn't. He opened his mouth a centimeter and closed it. He flicked a sidelong glance at Kurt before swiftly returning his gaze forward. His hand twitched towards the volume dial for the radio, but didn't move towards it. His mind and emotions were staging a fierce battle inside his head that left him unable to do anything.
Luckily or not, Kurt seemed to have been struck by the same inclination and was free to act upon it. "Boys, Boys, Boys" faded into the softest of background music as Kurt turned to address Blaine.
"What's wrong?" Kurt demanded to know in a slightly annoyed, authoritative tone. Blaine wanted to tell him and call him out, but he was afraid. He was terrified Kurt would see him for the petty, jealous person he really was and respond with anger to the false accusations. He was even more afraid of that little nagging voice in the back of his head being right though. In his heart he knew he would much rather lose Kurt because of something he did than have his perception of Kurt change so drastically in his mind. Both thoughts stung him, though, and his mind wouldn't allow him to say it.
"Nothing," he lied, hoping his voice didn't sound as false to Kurt as it did echoing in his own ears.
"Blaine, you haven't looked at me at all since you picked me up. We are in a relationship now and I would appreciate some knowledge of what I or someone else did to make you angry!" Kurt's acidic tongue seemed to stab Blaine right in the heart, but he still didn't want to risk saying anything.
"Honestly, it's nothing. I'm fine," He insisted, turning his head to stare Kurt in the eyes. When he met those clear blue-green-gray orbs with his own hazel ones, something inside him snapped.
"So how's Ciarán?" He couldn't resist asking. Inside he was cursing himself into some type of void where he could bury himself and not exist. He cursed the fact that even when Kurt had confessed, crying and thinking he had no hope, he still couldn't make himself trust Kurt's words. He cursed that Kurt managed to hit all the chinks in his armor just by existing. He cursed that he, who used to be able to deal with anything, didn't even have enough control to stop one comment from coming out. He cursed the malicious way his words twisted up at the end, making sure Kurt knew it wasn't just an innocent question.
Remarkably, Kurt didn't appear to feel the accusation in Blaine's voice, though he could feel something wrong about it, and just answered.
"Ciarán is really sweet, not at all like he looks. I think we're going to be really close; I like him a lot."
"Of course you like him. More than me? Do you want to go out with him?" Blaine inquired bitterly. Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP! He kept telling himself not to let those thoughts escape the confines of his mind, but they slipped out like water through a grate and poured from his lips too easily.
"Are you implying that Ciarán and I have feelings for each other? That there's some kind of relationship between us? We're just frie-" Kurt responded in a highly affronted tone.
"Then why the hell were you two in your room with the door shut and why was he apologizing?"
"BECAUSE HE WAS CRYING, BLAINE! What was I supposed to do, leave him alone in the hall? And he was apologizing for burdening me with his emotions and tears. Honestly!"
Blaine felt a knot deep inside him loosen and fade away. His voice was softer when he next spoke, "Why was he crying?"
"It's not something I think he'd want other people to know about. I don't want to betray his trust," Kurt said, seemingly derailed by the change in tone. He regained his indignation a few seconds later, though. "And I can't believe you would even think I would have something going on with someone else! What kind of a person do you think I am?"
"Well, Jeff was listening and he misheard a few things…" Blaine tried to explain himself, knowing full well that he could not.
"So you just listened to someone's rumor instead of believing in your boyfriend," Kurt looked extremely hurt and Blaine felt himself washing away on waves of guilt, "What really bothers me, though, Is that you didn't even bother to ask. You just assumed it was true. You don't trust me at all."
"I do, it's just…." Blaine pressed his head against the steering wheel in frustration.
"What? What is it just?"
"I get really jealous, okay? I can't understand why you would possibly love me, so I start to doubt myself. It was bad before, but now that I actually have you it just makes the possibility of leaving you that much worse. I can't help it; I just love you so much."
Kurt's face softened at the words though Blaine felt they hadn't been nearly enough, and he felt Kurt's hand brush over his.
"I love you, too. Let's have fun on the date, ok? Where are you taking me?" Kurt said with excitement in his voice; as though the anger never existed and it was still his perfect first date. Blaine loved him even more for it.
"You'll see that when we get there. Until then you just have to speculate, ok?" He smiled and turned up the music, though not as high as it had been, and they alternated between chatting and singing loudly along with the radio as they drove to wherever they were going.
I miss the sound of your voice
I miss the rush of your skin
I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water
If i could tell you what's next
Make you believe
Make you forget
Come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
Come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
Make you believe
Make you forget
Come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
Come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the pull of your heart
I taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils and god when you come on
Hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on...
(sing shaa la la la laa
Ouuu)
Come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
Come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me
Drown me in love
It's all wrong
It's all wrong
It's all wrong, its so right
Come on get higher
Come on and get higher
Because everything works love
Everything works in your arms
"My- Myken- How the hell do you pronounce that?" Kurt inquired as they pulled up in front of a nice-looking restaurant.
"Mykonos Taverna. It's Greek and the food is amazing." Blaine explained after he opened Kurt's door for him. He wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist, and it struck Kurt that he was about to go in to a restaurant with his boyfriend. A people- filled restaurant. He felt a thrill of fear which he stifled immediately. He was going to a restaurant with his boyfriend.
The waitress didn't even spare a second glance at then as they walked in, Blaine's hand still pressed against Kurt's hip. She just asked cheerily, "Where would you like to sit?"
"Somewhere cozy," Blaine suggested in a deep voice, right by Kurt's ear. He shuddered in happiness.
"Right away," She said as she walked, or rather bounced, towards a two-person table snugly tucked into a corner of the restaurant. She handed each of them a menu and said that she would be back shortly to see what they wanted to drink. The table wasn't close enough to be cramped but was close enough for Blaine's knee to brush unintentionally against Kurt's. Perhaps not so unintentionally, Kurt thought, as it happened again and a third time, staying in contact and letting Kurt feel the warmth of Blaine's skin.
Suddenly the contact was broken as Blaine leaned in to whisper in Kurt's ear with the same deep tone he used before.
"I was distracted from telling you this earlier, but you the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life."
"Luce gave me the sweater and-"
"No not the sweater, you yourself. Wearing anything."
"Th-thanks," was all Kurt managed to stammer out, his heart beating rapidly. Flushed and giddy, he turned his head downward to look at the menu. He paled when he opened it.
"Blaine, this is-"
"Oh calm down, I got it covered. Besides, it's not that expensive."
Kurt wanted to retort that it certainly was that expensive, but all he ended up saying was, "Blaine, you don't have to-"
"I know, but I want to. And believe me that the food is totally worth it. You'll see."
Kurt resigned to his not-at-all-horrible fate and set to trying to decipher the menu. Eventually he just gave up and asked Blaine, "Any suggestions?"
"Sure. I think you'd really enjoy the Yuvetsi- it's this rice pasta dish that's absolutely wonderful, and…"
"You come here a lot, don't you?"
"Maybe…" Kurt laughed at Blaine's response but considered the suggestion.
"Fine, I'll try it. If it's not good enough for Zeus himself there will be hell to pay. You will be the one paying it."
"I assure you, Zeus, Hera, and all the other Greek gods would have approved of anything on the menu here."
"If you say so. Greek gods were horribly unfaithful, but they did have rather good taste," Kurt said, still examining the menu though he had already decided. Blaine looked at him questioningly, and Kurt saw that he needed to explain.
"They, Apollo in particular, had an affinity for beautiful young boys."
"Such as yourself?" Blaine queried with a teasing lilt in his tone.
"Only if you are the Greek god who falls hopelessly in love with me," Kurt responded quietly, noting the waitress coming over to check on them.
Blaine didn't seem to care- he said, quite loudly, "I don't need to be a god to do that; I've been hopelessly in love with you since the moment you tapped me on the shoulder and asked me what was going on. I couldn't help but grab your hand. I took you down that shortcut just as an excuse to justify it."
The chipper waitress awwwed, tutted, and commented on just how adorable Kurt and Blaine were together before asking what they would like to drink and eat. She scurried off with their orders.
"That was a first," Kurt commented, a little red from the compliment as he stared absently after the waitress.
"You've never had someone to look cute together with before, so that isn't surprising," Blaine reasoned.
"I was talking about the adorable comment, actually," Kurt said. It took Blaine a minute to comprehend the statement. His face showed what could only be shock.
"Wait- are you honestly telling me you've never been called adorable before?"
"Well I have by my friends, sometimes, and my mom used to say it back when she was alive, but my dad was never the type. And by a stranger? No way. Most people tend to avoid me because, to put it in the charming words spoken by Puck the other day, I'm 'flaming enough to cook s'mores on.'"
Blaine laughed a little and leaned over to press his soft lips against Kurt's cheek. "Well, you're adorable. Expect to hear it at least once a day, at any time and place, from now until forever."
Kurt, who seemed to be spending the majority of the evening blushing, felt his face turning red once again. "Only if I'm allowed to make up embarrassing pet names for you and call you them-"
"Sounds like an okay deal to me!"
"-in the dining hall."
Blaine had to stop and reconsider; being called pet names was one thing but knowing they were being spread around the whole school was another entirely. He thought of a compromise.
"We can call each other anything we want… but only in private. If one of us calls the other something in public then the other has the right to one embarrassing name, also in public, at the location of his choosing."
"Agreed," Kurt said as the food arrived, living up to Blaine's praise of it. It was indeed fit for the gods; he wondered if he'd ever tasted something so delicious before. He fell into one of the easy conversations he always had with Blaine and before he knew it, the meal was over. He had been planning to leave some food on his plate, but ended up eating all of it and craving more.
"You were so right about this place," he said to Blaine who had also cleared his plate of Soutzoukakia.
"I'm glad you liked it," Blaine replied with a goofy grin spread across his cheeks. The waitress came to check on them again.
"Can I interest you boys in some dessert?" she giggled as she bounced back and forth on her heels, practically bursting with happiness. Blaine looked questioningly at Kurt, who said, "Sure, pick something for me."
Blaine turned back towards the waitress. "Mint tartufo and…" he studied Kurt intently, "crème brulèe ice cream for him, thank you."
Kurt felt a smile spreading across his face as Blaine ordered exactly what he would have picked. It was a little known fact that his favorite dessert was crème brulèe. He liked to say it was something simple, since most of the kids at McKinley probably didn't even know what a crème brulèe was.
When the two desserts came, Kurt bit into the ice cream immediately. "Mmmmm… delicious."
Blaine was braking through the chocolate shell of his equally tempting tartufo with relish. He noticed Kurt looking and held out a loaded fork, asking, "Want a bite?"
Kurt took Blaine's hand and brought the fork up to his mouth before offering his ice cream to him. Blaine licked it before handing it back.
"Even better than I remember. Maybe your being here just makes everything sweeter."
Kurt was astounded Blaine could say something like that with a straight face, but as he went back to eating he thought the ice cream tasted just a little better than it had before.
"And now for the next stop," Blaine began saying as he and Kurt walked out to the car. Kurt shivered a little and Blaine put his own coat over Kurt's shoulders.
"Were going somewhere else?" Kurt asked, sure the surprise was showing on his face.
"Of course, though I won't tell you where. That would ruin the fun. I will tell you where we're not going, though." Blaine pulled open the door for Kurt.
He started the engine. "Fine, where aren't we going?"
"Sadly, we are not going to sit on a blanket under the stars and whisper sweet nothings in each other's ears. I was all set for that, but I had on good authority that it would be cloudy today. Besides, it's too cold for outdoor activities. So, I came up with a viable alternative. Oh, that reminds me! Put this on!" He said, handing a strip of cloth to Kurt.
"Put this on where?" He asked, holding it up and examining it.
"Over your eyes, of course! It's a blindfold," Blaine said, making it seem like there was nothing else it could possibly be, when Kurt could honestly think of over 100.
"Oh."
Kurt put it on and dexterously tied a bow behind his head. Conversation died as the air was permeated with his anticipation. Once the car stopped and they got out, Blaine carefully led him into a building and through several brightly lit hallways before they stopped in a pitch-black room. He felt himself be pushed down gently into a seat and his head be tilted upwards, wondering what they were doing and where they were.
He felt a tug on the bow in his blindfold and as it fell away he looked up to see Blaine standing directly in front of him and his breath caught in his throat. His mind was whirring with a thousand possibilities and he felt his heartbeat speeding up, until Blaine stepped back and sat beside him, allowing him to see his surroundings.
Stars. They covered the ceiling of what Kurt now knew to be a vast, empty planetarium. He was dazzled for a moment, before he noticed that several stars shone brighter than the rest. He took in the words and all he could do was smile at his cheesy, ridiculously romantic boyfriend.
I love you
The words clearly stood out, etched in stars more dazzling then those around them. "How did you-?"
"Oh, I know a guy who knows a guy," Blaine said with a ridiculously endearing wink. Kurt was filled with something he hadn't felt before. He put his hand and ran it through Blaine's loose curls, and when it was buried deep in the ones on the back of his head, Kurt pulled Blaine closer to him and pressed their lips together.
Kurt was always an adherent of Disney princess movies so that may have biased him a little, but the only way he could describe it was like something out of a fairy-tale. It was enchanting and thrilling. It was everything a kiss should be: fireworks, passion, lightning, and an alluring pull closer to Blaine which he wasn't disinclined to follow at all. He pulled apart when his breath was running low and gasped for air. He wasn't quite sure how his hand had gotten under the front of Blaine's shirt, but his toned muscles and that little line of hair running down from his bellybutton felt amazing.
The top of their heads were pressed against each other as they both panted hard from the kiss. Kurt was strongly considering attacking Blaine's lips again, right after he caught his breath.
"So, how was that for a second kiss?" Blaine asked through his own heavy panting. Kurt nodded, wondering how Blaine knew about the kiss with Luce. Then it occurred to his lust-addled mind that Blaine was referring to that thing with Karofsky, which he wasn't even going to consider counting. Just thinking about it cooled Kurt down a little and he definitely wasn't having any of that, though the idea that Karofsky could be his mailman was hilarious. He pressed his lips against Blaine's with more fervor this time and lost himself to the electricity running through his veins.
When he got back to his room, he plopped down on his bed and screamed into his pillow with excitement. As he went through his nightly routine he was counting down the minutes until the next morning when he would see Blaine again. All he could think was that everything in the world had to be perfect right then, all previous obstacles and problems and doubts he had faced had faded away the moment his lips first met Blaine's.
"How is my adorable boyfriend today?" Blaine said loudly in the middle of the dining hall without thinking. He recognized his mistake immediately as he remembered their conversation at the restaurant last night. Oh crap. He hoped Kurt would save it for another time, but he was in the middle of the dining hall and even he saw a perfect opportunity.
Kurt looked at him with questioning eyes, and he gulped, knowing what was coming. Kurt came over and wrapped his arms around Blaine, planting a chaste kiss on his lips completely unlike the fiery ones they had shared last night. Kurt pulled his head back, though he kept Blaine in his arms, and spoke in what Blaine know had to be his most carrying voice.
"Fine, thank you. How are you, my dearest Blaineykins?"
Wes snorted milk out his nose and David was shaking with laughter, trying to hide it under whatever book he was currently reading. The rest of the boys in the hall were driven to varying states of helplessness by debilitating laughing fits as well. Blaine knew he was going to be called that for at least a few weeks if he was lucky, or for the rest of his high school career if he wasn't. He groaned and covered his face with one of his hands.
Kurt was smiling in amusement, looking for all the world like an angel though Blaine knew he most certainly wasn't. Angels didn't make their boyfriends the laughingstock of the entire school. He was pretty sure angels couldn't kiss that well either. No, Blaine was sure that if anything, he'd sold his soul to a beautiful devil. It didn't matter to him one bit.