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Dinner for Two

"Remember Reed, after your showcase you have a month to make those designs." Reed nodded absentmindedly, he was used to have his mom on his case. He was carelessly playing with his fork, waiting for their order to come out of the kitchen. Usually, when his mother wanted to discuss business, she would take him to a fancy restaurant in a week attempt of bonding with him.

He didn't care about that. He didn't care about anything anymore, just that boy. That tall, curly haired boy on the street. He couldn't stop wondering if he would ever see that boy again; it seemed like a long shot though, since it had been almost three months since their encounter.

Dark red walls, dim yellow lights, white tablecloths on round tables, candles as centerpieces, the sound of violins coming out of the speakers. That's what Shane saw while sitting in front of his brother, who was carefully studying the menu.

"I still don't understand why we're here." He would've been happy with eating at McDonald's for all he cared; at least he wouldn't have to wear a suit and a tie there.

"Because our parents had yet another fight and they didn't want to spoil the reservation," answered Blaine calmly from the other side of the table, his eyes never leaving the menu.

"So we have to suffer in exchange?" Shane was starting to get anxious, this was all too fancy for him, he kept trying to let his tie loose a little bit.

Blaine smacked Shane's hand, "would you please stop it? It's only for one night, and besides, we have our father's credit card, we can order anything we want."

"Alright but what is this? Foo-ay grah? That doesn't sound safe."

"It's foie gras, Shane. It's duck."

"Well then why don't they just write duck? And what are all these for?" He pointed to the fine cutlery sitting next to his plate. Shane let out a sigh of exasperation when his brother just laughed in reponse. "We can still go you know? We already have the credit card and dad doesn't need to know; in fact, he doesn't care."

"Shane!" Blaine knew it was impossible to argue with his brother, he was as stubborn as a hungry cat, "Look, can't you just do it for me? I really like all of this. Is it really that bad wanting to enjoy it for just one night?"

He hit the right spot, Shane calmed down at once, "Fine! But next time, I get to choose the place."

"Deal." Blaine smiled in triumph.

"And I'm ordering the soufflé."

"How's your crab?"

"Fine." Reed answered simply.

His mother was silent for a minute. "Have you decided on a name yet?"

He had actually, ever since he saw that boy, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Those green eyes had taken power of his thoughts so hard, they had landed on Reed's canvases. Those three months Reed had painted that boy so much it had been enough for a whole exhibition of his own.

"I was thinking of Dreaming of Green, or something like that." Reed shrugged.

Hilde nodded. "I like it. Maybe we can work on that later. What about the decoration?"

"I want to keep it simple, maybe paint the walls blue symbolizing the…"

Reed's lips were moving but Hilde had stopped listening to his son, she was concentrating more on the boy at the other side of the restaurant staring intently at Reed. A curly haired boy.

"What are you staring at?" Blaine asked, he started to turn around trying to follow his brother's gaze.

"That guy over there." Shane nodded towards the strawberry blond boy sitting with the blonde lady.

"What, do you like him or something?" Blaine said, absolutely not surprised, his brother was known for falling in love every now and then.

"I've seen him before."

"Okay, are you gonna go talk to him?"

That made Shane tear his eyes away from the boy and stare at his brother, "Are you crazy?"

"Are you blushing?" Blaine teased his brother. Shane looked down, suddenly fascinated about his food. "I don't know what the problem is, you're used to flirt, you do it all the time!"

"I know but…it's different this time." He said that last part almost in a whisper.

Blaine had listened perfectly but he was enjoying so much seeing his brother like that. "What? I didn't hear that last part."

"It's different with him!" That earned them a couple of stares from the people around them, Shane sighed, "I don't know why, I just think about talking to him and my palms start sweating." He dried his hands with his napkin. When he looked up again he yelled at his brother, "Stop laughing!"

"Are you ready honey?" Hilde asked to his son. Reed nodded. They stood up and walked towards the door. Reed was so into his thoughts he didn't notice when his mom stood behind.

She was next to the table with the two black haired boys, she leaned down and talked to the one with messy hair, "You dropped your napkin sweetie." She smiled and left the napkin on the table, finally she left.

"What?" asked Blaine, his brother was eyeing the napkin carefully.

"I didn't drop my napkin." He took the white piece of fabric and shook it, a small piece of paper flew around for a moment before landing on the table. Shane took it and read it.

"What does it say?" Blaine asked curiously.

Shane had his brow furrowed; he showed the paper to Blaine, "It's an address for an art exhibition."