First of, I want to give a shout out to the boy in my french class (mainly the place where this gets written) who is following this story. Hey Francois!
Now, I know I'm a suckish writer. I promise I'm really trying to get more ideas to make this longer. On a side note, the ending has been written.
Having said that, enjoy.
Another week had passed. He was still very depressed, and his memory was beginning to get a bit hazy. However, he did remember the second appointment with Ms. Pillsbury, and his travel plans to New York. Kurt still had yet to finish the application process for his internships.
Annie, the girl at the reception desk of Ms. Pillsbury's office, welcomed him.
"Mr. Hummel, Mrs. Howell is waiting for you." She smiled at him, warmly.
"Annie, I'd thank you if you called me Mr. Anderson from now and on," He asked politely.
"Yeah, sure" She answered, looking back down at her list.
"Oh, hello again Kurt...are you feeling a little bit.. better?" Emma asked genuinely, choosing her words carefully.
"I mean, I still miss him like crazy, and cry myself to sleep every night... but that's normal, right?"
"Yes, as long as you don't do anything you could regret, its perfectly okay."
While Emma said that, Kurt lied there on the sofa, and as soon as she was finished talking, he started.
"He always smelled like a combination of aftershave and orange. It was the scent of pure joy. All he ever did was make me happy. We had been dating for about 4 months and he had taken me to a cute Italian restaurant in downtown Westerville..."
"White wine?" The waiter asked.
"Blaine, what did you do to get them to give us wine?" Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear, curious.
"Shh, nothing. Don't ask, just enjoy, alright?" Blaine answered, giving Kurt one of his smiles, those smiles that had always managed to shut him up, no matter what he was saying.
"I'd like the salmon, please." Blaine requested.
"I want the... chicken parmigiano salad." Kurt said, still trying to get over the exorbitant prices.
"Blaine, we really don't have to eat at such an expensive place…" Kurt told Blaine, quietly.
"Are you... uncomfortable here?" Blaine asked.
"No, just... nothing..." Kurt finalized.
Blaine reached over and lifted Kurt's chin.
"Let me treat you. It's nothing, really." Blaine said, before pressing his lips to Kurt's.
After that, dinner went smoothly. There were lots of laughs, cute glances, and tiny kisses.
When they got back to Dalton, Blaine walked Kurt to his room. Kurt kissed Blaine on his doorstep and pulled him inside by his tie.
"Oh?" Blaine asked, smiling.
Kurt nodded, ripping open Blaine's shirt.
"Well, no need to get into details. He was great in bed, that I'll say."
Emma laughed lightly.
"Sorry, I always get awkward when we talk about sex in my office. But continue, you still have half an hour..." Emma said, trying to hide her kid-ish smile, looking down at her notes.
"Kurt, we both know you're a better cook."
"Come on, you can't be that bad!" Kurt answered, pulling Blaine's hand towards the kitchen.
"I am, trust me on this one..."
"Well, at least help me pass the ingredients?"
"Only because you look absolutely stunning in that apron." Blaine said, smiling.
"You don't look so bad yourself, mister..."
They went to Kurt's kitchen and Kurt started cooking, while Blaine stared at Kurt.
"Hand me the flour, will you?" Kurt asked, noticing Blaine's gaze.
Kurt dropped two cups of flour into the bowl, creating a small cloud. He grabbed the butter, and sugar, adding it to the mixture. He set the mixer on it's highest setting, and as soon as it was done, he dipped a finger in it. He pulled it out and put it close to Blaine's lips. He licked Kurt's finger clean.
"I must have done something real good to deserve him... Oh, Blaine, you're so sexy when you... oh..." Kurt thought.
He threw himself to Blaine, who managed to get them to Kurt's bedroom in record time.
I've done quite a different Kurt from the canon!Kurt, haven't I? He's the one taking all the first steps.
I'm really mad. Month-long Glee hiatus when we've only had like 4 episodes? Ryan Murphy, I'm watching you.
Well, what are we going to do.