"Alright!" Wes shouted as he banged his gavel in attempt to settle down the Warblers. Flint and Terry were busy arm-wrestling, Trent and Chris seemed deep in discussing their English project and Nick was gently massaging Jeff's upper arm after he had complained for about a half an hour about being sore after dance practice. David, who also took the same dance classes as Jeff shot Wes an annoyed look, wanting a massage from his friend as well. When Wes banged the gavel again, things seemed to settle down.
"Settle down, Warblers. Well," Wes began "I do not know about you but I sure am sick and tired of listening to Blaine woo over how perfect and adorable Kurt is."
There were a few murmurs of agreement. Wes cleared his throat and looked over the group of Warblers.
"I have a plan regarding the two lovebirds I need to make happen before I go mental and blow my brains out." Wes said. He saw Jeff move his hand to Nick's knee and giving it a slight squeeze and then letting go. Well, there's another thing that made Wes want to tear his hair out, having to keep quiet over their semi-relationship.
"I say we arrange a nice date for them right here, in the choir room. There will be a nice dinner, scented candles and soft music playing in the background. This simply cannot fail." Wes said.
"But, let's say if it fails, what then?" Randy asked.
"If this plan fails Wes will eat his gavel." Terry, his brother, said like it was the most obvious thing.
"I will not eat my gavel!" Wes said.
"Raise your hand if you think this is a good deal." David shouted. Every Warbler, besides Wes, shot their hand into the air, in the case of Thad and David both hands.
"I will not eat my gavel!" Wes shrieked.
"The mob has spoken." Thad pointed out, only to receive a deadly glare.
"This is just going to have to work, then." Wes said and stood up. "David, you're in charge of letting Blaine know he should be here at 7 tonight, make sure that that is all he knows. Flint, you're in charge of letting Kurt know. He must also only know to get here at 7, nothing else. Nick, Jeff, you're in charge of dinner. Randy and Terry, you're in charge of candles. Chris and Trent, you're in charge of finding appropriate music. Everyone else is in charge of setting up the room and making it look romantic. Now get to work!"
"Blaine!" David called out. He had been searching the hallways of Dalton for quite some time. The school was incredibly big and he had no idea where Blaine was lurking. He wasn't in his dorm, not in the library or in the study hall. He finally found him on his way back from the bathroom.
Blaine turned around and smiled at his friend. "Hey, David, what's up?"
"Seven tonight, choir room. Be there."
"Is there an emergency Warbler meeting or something…?" Blaine asked, getting a weird feeling from David's smirk.
"No." David said. He added "Just be there" when he saw a questioning look on Blaine's face. He then turned around and left, ignoring Blaine's protests.
"Kurt? What are you doing?" Flint asked when Kurt let him in his room.
"Just deciding on my outfit this weekend. I'm meeting Mercedes this Friday." Kurt said with a big smile. He had several pieces of clothing laid out on his bed and was putting them together.
"I hope you won't have too much fun fun fun fun." Flint said.
"What?" Kurt asked and raised his eyebrows at the other boy.
"Never mind, um," Flint began "I was supposed to tell you to be in the choir room tonight at seven. I can't tell why, though."
"Why? What's going on? What are you planning?" Kurt had forgotten about his outfit and was focusing on Flint.
"Nothing I can tell you. Just be there, you'll love it."
Nick and Jeff sat in silence on Jeff's bed, Nick with his cellphone in hand. There was an awkward silence between them and both were deep in thought.
Nick finally decided to break the silence. "What the hell do these guys eat?"
Jeff just shook his head. "I have no idea. We can't just order food if we don't know what they want."
Things between them fell into silence again. It was starting to give Nick headache wondering just what the hell to order for them. He looked at Jeff. His hair fell slightly into his eyes and he was softly nibbling on his bottom lip. The sight made Nick smile.
Jeff looked up, finally having given up on their dilemma, just to see Nick smiling like an idiot at him. "What?" he asked. Nick just softly shook his head, the smile still on his face.
"Thanks," Nick said. He added "for the support earlier" when he saw the confusion on Jeff's face.
Jeff gave a small smile. "Yeah, I didn't know if joking about it made you uncomfortable or not but I kind of just… felt like showing you I was there to support you. Whether you needed it or not."
Nick reached for Jeff's hands and held them in his. "You've no idea how much that means to me. But, um, no. It doesn't really bother me. Not if it's not pointed at me. If he'd said 'I'm gonna OD like Nick did', then it really would have…"
Jeff carefully looked at Nick. After seeing that he had stopped talking and that he wasn't just taking a break to think, he reached forward to cup his cheek and lightly plant a soft kiss on his lips.
What was meant to be only a little soft kiss turned into more kisses and before they knew it, they were lying on Jeff's bed in a make-out session with Jeff's hand up Nick's shirt. They broke apart when Jeff's phone started buzzing. It was a text from Wes, asking them if they ordered yet.
"It's like he knew what we were doing!" Jeff said, annoyed.
"Well, maybe he did. You know how Wes is, he just knows things." Nick pointed out.
"I hope not." Jeff said with a laugh. It was cut short once he saw the disapproving look on Nick's face. "It's not that I don't like you Nick, I'm crazy about you. You know that. It's just that I'm not ready to come out yet."
"Whatever. I'm calling the Italian restaurant the Warblers sometimes go to." He picked up his phone and started dialing the number. "Hi, um, is it possible to pick-up? That's great. So… what do you recommend?"
"I can't believe we got assigned to buying candles. Who the hell gets that job?" Randy whined.
"Obviously us. I'm just glad we got the easiest job." Terry replied as they walked through the store. They finally found an isle that held candles in it, now the issue was finding the right scented candles.
"Excuse me!" Terry called and a store clerk came to help them. It was a cute blonde haired girl, around their age, who came to help them. "Hi. So yeah, I was wondering, what candles smell the best once you light them? And do they burn long enough for, say, a date?"
"Are you buying these for your girlfriend?" The girl asked in a sweet voice.
"No, I'm single." Terry replied. She made a small 'oh' sound, but looked like she was in seventh heaven. "I'm buying these for my friends."
"Oh, that's so nice of you. I'd choose these," she pointed at cute purple candles. "They smell wonderfully."
"Wonderfully like you?" Terry asked her and the girl giggled and blushed.
"Can we just get the damn candles already?" Randy said.
"What about this one?" Trent asked, pressing play on his computer. The lyrics 'Shake that ass bitch and let me see what you've got' started playing. Chris laughed and shook his head.
"I'm sure Kurt would really love that song. But no, we need something sweet. Like the Beatles or just some medley."
"C'mon, let's just give them a mix tape of dirty songs. I really want to see Wes eat his gavel." Trent whined.
"As much as I agree with you, I want Kurt and Blaine to just get it over already. The sooner we get them to realize they're both head over heels in love with each other the more likely it is that I'll one day become Uncle Chris."
Everything was ready for the night. It was ten to seven and the dinner had finally arrived. Strawberry Swing by Coldplay was playing quietly in the background and candles had been scattered everywhere and they were all lit. There was a small round table in the middle, all the furniture had been moved to the side, and there was a rose petal trail leading from the door to the table. The food was already on the table and it was still warm.
When Kurt walked through the door, his breath got caught in his throat. Flint had been right, he loved this. He thought Blaine had maybe prepared it but was proven wrong when he saw him walk through the door with a confused expression on his face. Kurt shook his head when Blaine asked him if he had done this.
"I guess this is for us, though. I mean, David told me to go here. The food is looking delicious." Blaine said and sat down.
"Flint told me to go here. They must have had something to do with this whole thing. Not that I'm complaining."
They decided to just sit down and eat. After all, they were told to go there. It was incredibly cozy and Kurt was loving it. Soft music, nice scent in the air, the only light being provided by candles, nice dinner and of course, Blaine.
They talked throughout the dinner. They discussed football and scarves, music and the Four Minutes performance Blaine found on youtube of Kurt in his Cheerios outfit. Blaine had called it sexy, making Kurt blush.
When they finished dinner, they decided to return to their rooms. Blaine insisted on walking Kurt back to his, making his heart flutter. When they reached his door, Kurt prepared to make a speech over how nice the night had been. Blaine cut him off with a soft kiss to his lips. When they broke apart, they stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds. Blaine softly smiled at him and bid goodnight, before leaving to go to his own room. When Kurt walked into his room, he was greeted by his roommate, Trent.
When asked how the night went, he replied "I'm the happiest guy on earth. I don't know who planned this, but I thank said person."
Later that night, Trent texted Chris. I guess you're closer to becoming Uncle Chris now.
Sorry that the romance part sucked so hard. I'm like Blaine, we suck at that part.