It's been about a month since their date after Blaine's concert when Blaine calls him. When he sees his name on his phone's screen, Kurt's heart does a little flip flop, and he smiles happily. He should be used to Blaine calling, because he really does call quite often, but it still causes butterflies in his stomach. Blaine wants to see Kurt's show so he says he's going to go that night and if Kurt could pretty please save him tickets.
"Of course I can," Kurt says and does a little dance around his kitchen, because that's not weird at all, feeling ecstatic at the thought of seeing Blaine again. In the three days, six hours and eighty-eight minutes (but who's counting?) since he last saw Blaine, he has not been able to take his mind off him. Mercedes, being the best friend she is, does not mind this at all and in fact likes to remind him of that.
"How's your wannabe boyfriend?" she teases him as they drink coffee at a small cafe near her apartment in Chelsea a few hours after Blaine's call. Kurt blushes but can't even help the grin that creeps onto his face (nor does he want to) because everything is wonderful and he hasn't felt this happy since the Jenny Packham spring collection of '14.
"He's good," he answers, trying to be coy, which he knows doesn't work on Mercedes anyway, and he's right, because she knows he's hiding something. "He's coming to see the show tonight. I saved him a ticket. Only one, too, so there is absolutely no chance he'd bring someone else with him."
"Are you crazy? Why would he even think about bringing someone else? Aren't you two official by now?" Mercedes asks indignantly and huffs; Kurt just laughs at his best friend before patting her hand. There's a reason he tells her everything and it's because he wouldn't be able to deal with anything it if weren't for her.
"We are, I was just commenting on the fact that he's coming solo. It's a very good thing for me," Kurt replies, shooting Mercedes a blissful smile. He feels like there is really nothing wrong with the world right now, which, in some ways, is very disturbing, but he's just so happy right now, he couldn't care less.
"He better make you happy," Mercedes answers threateningly and Kurt just laughs because he knew she was going to say that. Sometimes, he thinks she can read his mind. Most of the time, actually, he's absolutely positive that she can.
"Why don't you come, too?" Kurt blurts out suddenly and once he does, he questions if that was really a smart idea. He knows Mercedes will behave, especially if he asks her too, but what if she somehow says something to Blaine and ends up messing it all up? Who knows what would happen?
Kurt takes a deep breath to try and calm himself. Right. This was his best friend. Mercedes. No need to worry.
"That's okay, you two can have your date time and be all lovey dovey. I'm just gonna hang out with James," Mercedes says, raising her eyebrows in what Kurt calls her "ask me what I'm talking about" look.
"Oh, and pray tell who this James is?"
"He's my new sort of boyfriend," Mercedes says, squealing happily and for a moment, Kurt joins her. "He's a lawyer. How hot is that? He's actually a co-worker's neighbor, that's how we met. I was at Liz's building and we were about to take the elevator up to her apartment when this guy rushed in with a bunch of papers and books in one hand and a coffee in the other. Long story short, he spilled it on me."
Kurt winces in sympathy for Mercedes' poor clothes. He would kill Blaine (or anyone, really) if they spilled coffee on anything of his. "Please don't tell me it was the Pucci scarf I gave you for your birthday."
Mercedes shakes her head quickly. "No, no need to worry. Your scarf is safe and sound in my closet," she says, smiling lopsidedly at him. "You know I take care of everything you give me."
"Oh, I know. That's why you're my best friend," Kurt says, putting his hand over his heart dramatically. They both burst out laughing and for a
moment, Kurt feels like he's back in high school and they're just sitting in the choir room gossiping or talking about fashion.
That night, Kurt is pacing around his dressing room while he waits for his final cue to go out for bows. The show was great, even if Kurt felt like he was messing up every other line and scene he had. If he as being honest with himself, he wasn't half bad.
After he goes out for bows, he heads backstage, right back to his dressing room, and starts to take off his heavy stage make up. Once he's finished, he puts away his costume and gets dressed in his clothes, knowing that Blaine will be arriving any second now.
Even so, he can't help but feel excited and nervous and all these other anxiety-related feelings when he hears a knock on the door. "Come in," he calls out, putting away his make up remover before grabbing his jacket from where it's lying on the back of his chair.
He's in the middle of putting on his jacket when Blaine walks in, looking heartbreakingly handsome and carrying a bouquet of red roses. Kurt feels like he's going to melt because honestly, Blaine got him roses. How adorable is that? That's when he realizes that he somehow put his jacket on backwards and inside out and then he gets tangled in it, too. Great. Just great.
"Hi, Kurt," his boyfriend (boyfriend!) says as he hands him the roses, giving him a kiss that makes Kurt suddenly feel like he might fall. He leans against the counter, attempting to react in a normal person way. Blaine doesn't even comment on the fact that Kurt very stupidly just got tangled in a jacket, bless his soul.
"Blaine, oh my gosh, thank you so much!" is what he comes up with, and he mentally pats himself on the back for not sounding like he was having a mental breakdown or something of the sort. Blaine just grins at him, that grin that makes Kurt go weak in the knees and wow, he realizes now that he just can't be trusted to stay upright in Blaine's presence. It's too much to ask for.
"You were incredible, Kurt," Blaine says with that honesty of his that makes him feel like the most special person in the world. Blaine has different ways of paying him compliments. When they lie in bed after having had sex (which is as mind-blowing as Kurt expected it to be and more), Blaine will just look at him and tell him he's beautiful.
When they're just hanging out or cooking together as they listen to the radio, and Kurt sings, Blaine just listens to him before saying something like, "Wow, Kurt. I can never get tired of hearing you sing." Kurt wishes he could just have Blaine compliment him on something whenever he's feeling crappy because really, the man is too much of an ego boost to even be healthy.
"Thank you, babe," Kurt says and kisses Blaine's cheek, still smiling excitedly. He's just so happy nowadays; it's hard to wipe the grin from his face. He hasn't smiled this much since he was in high school and his dad and Carole got married or since he auditioned for "A Chorus Line" and began working on the show.
"So I was thinking," Blaine starts, and Kurt feels that whatever he's about to say, he won't mind at all because if he's being honest, that's always the case. "What if we go to my apartment and I cook you dinner?"
Kurt smiles and presses a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek before nodding. "Sounds better than anything else I had in mind," he says, which is true, because he just wanted to get Chinese take out and veg out in front of the TV. So sue him, he didn't always take care of himself. He deserved a break.
"Alright, let's go, then." Blaine grabs his bags, being the gentleman he is, before reaching for Kurt's hand and lacing their fingers together. Handholding is something Kurt can never, ever get tired of. They really do hold hands an awful lot, but it is just such a nice, cute, couple-y thing to do, Kurt always wants to.
When they get to Blaine's apartment, Kurt is antsy to get in, knowing that tonight is not just going to be dinner and a movie and maybe a nice cuddle on the couch. He knows tonight is one of those nights where they're going to have sex and he feels like a teenager for getting all worked up about it.
He really can't help it, though, especially when Blaine begins to cook because if there is one side of Blaine that Kurt adores, it's his domestic one. Kurt could very well just sit there and watch him cook and even get off on it. He feels like an idiot for even thinking something like this, but it's true; watching Blaine cook for him really is too hot.
While he cooks, Blaine turns on the radio, singing quietly to himself. It's some top 40 hit that is played constantly and while Kurt isn't particularly fond of the song, he'd be happy listening to Blaine sing anything he wanted to. Kurt sits down at the counter, swinging his legs back and forth as his ankles hit the wood below them, and simply watches Blaine moving around the kitchen. He's so at ease that Kurt is convinced he grew up cooking with his mom because there is no way he could've learned to cook like this just for fun.
At some point three songs later, Blaine finally notices that Kurt is watching him, and he shoots him a wide smile. "Aren't you gonna help?" Blaine asks as he expertly handles whatever it is he's making. Kurt shrugs and just gives him the most charming smile he can muster, knowing that Blaine is mostly kidding, although he supposes he could help. Blaine gives him instructions to cut up some tomatoes and Kurt
just does as he's told, singing along to the radio as he and Blaine finish making dinner.
When it's all done, they set the table and light two candles they find in one of the drawers. One of the candles is white and tall and the other is red and quite small, but it works, because it's not like this is some fancy dinner. They're in the middle of eating when Kurt suddenly feels Blaine's foot sliding up his leg and has to resist the urge to jump up in surprise. He looks at Blaine oddly, who doesn't even say anything or even react, yet his foot is getting higher and higher up on Kurt's leg and oh God if he goes any closer to that area, then Kurt might just completely abandon the thought of finishing their dinner. Having sex definitely beats any form of eating, whether it be necessary for survival or whatever.
"Blaine," Kurt hisses, because he's getting very, very distracted and can barely handle eating the food without it dropping all over; he's so jumpy right now. Blaine just gives him an innocent smile and Kurt can't help but grumble. They finish eating quickly, pretending they're totally not rushing just to go and have sex and once they clear the table, they're rushing so much to get to Blaine's room that Kurt trips.
And falls. And twists his ankle and hits his head against the wall. Blaine stops suddenly and helps him up but Kurt can't help but moan in pain; partly because of falling and, you know, hitting his head, and partly because he's sure as hell their plans are ruined for the night.
"Oh, God," Kurt mumbles as Blaine helps him to his bed, lying back against the pillows. He grabs one and hides behind it, pressing it against his face. "I am such an idiot."
"Kurt, you're not trying to suffocate yourself or anything, are you?" Blaine asks, removing the pillow gently and setting it down next to him. Kurt is blushing furiously right now and he feels like such a klutz, but of course Blaine is being the perfect gentleman and doesn't even look upset because they're not having sex right now.
"I'm sorry I'm such a failure," Kurt says softly, wanting desperately to disappear right now. Blaine just chuckles before kissing his forehead softly and it's such a nice gesture, it makes Kurt want to die even more, if that's even possible. Blaine would be nice about something like this.
"Oh, Kurt," Blaine says, cupping Kurt's face in his hands. "Don't feel bad. It was just an accident; stuff like this happens. We'll live."
Half an hour later, they're cuddling on Blaine's bed, Kurt's head on Blaine's chest as they watch old Friends reruns. Maybe they didn't get laid, but Kurt doesn't mind so much.