So I woke up this morning and needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised. First fanfiction ever and I had three solid pages of Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I'll make up for it later on, pinky promise.
Also, please excuse my horribly corny references to the actresses that portray Shelby and April Rhodes. Also, excuse my silly use of cliché words and romantic actions. If you could get a degree in awkward, I'd have a PhD.
"Blaine, do you think we could measure a year in cups of coffee?" Kurt smiled inwardly, if his year was measured in cups of coffee, well the coffee in the beginning would have been instant and spoiled, but the present coffee would be the richest free trade organic in existence with a slight hint of vanilla and roasted coffee beans. In other words, perfection.
"Kurt, do you really think that we can apply song lyrics from RENT in everyday life?"
"Of course! I mean Idina Menzel was fabulous in the original production. Simply fabulous." Kurt smiled; Idina Menzel had a lovely voice and a charming demeanor.
"That she was," Blaine couldn't help but smile. The boy sitting across from him was absolutely charming. Blaine resisted every temptation to compare Idina Menzel to Rachel Berry, but he refrained as to not bring up unwanted feelings of regret in his friend. Instead, Blaine simply raised his coffee to his lips and gradually sipped it, only to realize it was much too hot.
Suddenly, the charismatic Blaine was making a sound in between that of a snort and a laugh followed by a drawn out sound that resembled the word hot and severable other unmentionables.
It was as if Kurt's laughter was queued.
Kurt's laugh was impossible for Blaine to describe. It was filled with a bubbly giggle not unlike those that fill up toy stores combined with the warm-hearted chuckle of a young intellectual. The laugh was even more than that. It filled the room with a warm light that seemed to infect everyone with a strain of a virus called happiness. When this wonderful sound was mixed with Kurt's facial expressions, Blaine was left in a state of awe. He was witnessing perfection right across from him, perfection in the form of Broadway musicals and expensive shoes.
For a second everything was quiet. It was the kind of quiet that filled the room with warmth, the type of quiet that was aided by hushed cackling of a fire and the small talk of the baristas. During said second, the two young men smiled at one another. No lights flickered, no electricity surged, and no spells were cast for the quiet filled them up like a warm bowl of soup accompanied by a hot piece of bread. Everything was lovely.
Then it ended, but the happiness was not lost. It was filtered into conversation, pulling both boys in deeper and deeper. Time flew out on fluttering wings and both men realized they had sat in the coffee shop for longer than expected. Four hours was a long time to sit and only so many drinks could be ordered without both young men feeling like they needed to work out to burn off Frappuccino calories.
"Well, Kurt, I've had such a great time." Blaine smiled, scooting in his chair and grabbing Kurt's coat. He had grabbed Kurt's coat. Sending a message, perhaps? Indeed.
"Thank you Blaine." Kurt grabbed his jacket only to be confronted with two alluring eyes, framed by runaway curls. He couldn't be the only one who felt such a feeling. His heart was being held on strings and his stomach had long ago become butterflies. Kurt Hummel had nothing to say. He wanted to never leave Blaine's gaze. Never. It appeared that Blaine felt the same way.
Blaine's mind was once again twisting and turning. He was confronted with so many thoughts and ideas on how to handle the situation. A kiss on the cheek? No, that would be too cliché, Kurt needed something better than that as a true first kiss. A hug? That could send messages of friendship or even something like brotherhood. Perhaps just a smile would suffice? Maybe, Blaine did not want to endanger his building relationship, whether it was being built as a bridge of friendship or a garden of romance. So Blaine let his mouth change into a brilliant smile.
Kurt melted. He could feel his heart melting into his stomach and his knees melting into his toes. He could also feel his face becoming pink, like a child's face after a day spent making snowballs and sledding. Somehow, even though Kurt felt like time itself had stopped, he managed to flash a smile back at Blaine, who in turn felt the same series of emotions as Kurt did.
"Well my friend, what do you say we end this day with a movie? We're closer to my house, so we can head that way. My parents have a party with some friends tonight and my little sister is at a friend's house. Just follow me."
Kurt simply nodded and the two walked to their separate cars and began their drive to Blaine's home.