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Ep.08 – Smooth Blaine, Really Smooth

The coffee turned into a full-fledged dinner when upon stepping out of the theatre Harry's stomach decided to make itself known by growling loudly, causing the choreographer to colour slightly in the mild late October night.

"Want to grab a bite before the coffee?" Blaine asked, smothering his chuckle, but still grinning widely, earning a dirty glare. "Hey, I'm being nice here!" he added raising his hands in surrender.

"No you're being an annoying little prat," Harry scowled at his stomach accusingly.

"You're smaller than me," Blaine retorted cheekily, feeling more relaxed now that the other, even if accidentally, showed him he was only human too.

"Keep up this attitude mister, and I'll choose the most expensive dishes from the menu."

"I'm so frightened!"

"As you should be." They smiled at each other and Blaine could feel the butterflies dancing around in his stomach at the light, friendly atmosphere that was surrounding them. "Especially because you're at my mercy as you don't have a car."

"Would you consider sparing my life if I promised I'll be good? He widened his eyes pleadingly, ignoring the little voice in his mind that was telling him he was flirting.

Harry snorted in answer, unlocking his car. "Fat chance at that. Now get in, I just know the perfect place where I can eat you out of your wallet."

They went to a Greek restaurant, a place Blaine hadn't seen before, but was instantly enchanted by the homey feeling of the whole building and the smiling waiters and waitresses. Even Harry was in a much lighter mood, giving his orders with a slight smile, making Blaine wonder which could be the real Harry; the bitchy almost unbearable jerk or the sweet friendly guy who joked around and had a really nice smile?

"What?" Harry asked, his tone defensive.

"You have a beautiful smile." Blaine's face heated up the moment he realized what he said and he wished he could die from the mortification he felt.

"Erm... thanks." Harry's face was red too for some reason. "And of course I have an elfin face and the most soulful eyes you've ever seen," he joked with a fake saucy grin.

Blaine forced out a laugh, clenching down on the pain he felt from the nonchalance the older boy handled his compliment with. "Sure," he squeezed out, his smile as fake as it came. "And the reddest, most luscious lips too."

Harry winked and changed the topic. "So how did that meeting with Davie go in the end? I see you're still in one piece..."

"He was nice, even invited me out for a drink," Blaine shrugged. "We talked about the challenges of our roles."

"I told you he's an okay guy," Harry grinned, raising a forkful of salad to his lips, but instead of biting down on it, his smile turned downright devious, making Blaine nervous. "So, a little birdie told me about you having a crush on someone from the cast." He leaned forward curiously, even putting down his fork, but something flashed deep in those green eyes, or maybe it was just Blaine's wistful thinking. "Care to elaborate?"

"There is nothing to tell," he said, gaze fixed on his own meal, grilled chicken with salad and some kind of white sauce.

"Come one! The paper was full of this sweet, mysterious puppy-romance you have!" Harry exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "And I thought we're friends."

"We are..." Blaine mumbled still not looking at the other.

"Then spill!"

"There is really nothing. Kurt was just being his usual jerky self, spouting of a wagon of nonsense about my nonexistent love life."

"So you don't have a secret crush?" Harry's smile brightened and waned at the same time, something that should have been impossible, but obviously wasn't.

"Sorry to disappoint," Blaine muttered mockingly. "Why don't you tell me about the tall and gorgeous blond that almost knocked off my feet upon leaving?" Smooth Blaine, really smooth, he cursed himself as he saw the smile melting from his companion's face. The perfect way to ruin the night, by acting like a jealous bitch. He was just a genius.

But Harry surprised him once again. "I think it's only fair considering I pestered you about this mystery guy," he sighed ignoring Blaine's muttered "There is no mystery guy."

"You don't have to tell me." Blaine hurried to assure him and Harry smiled sadly at him.

"There is nothing to tell, really. He was no one significant," the young choreographer said at the same time. "Just the proof that I've been foolish and naive once." His smile was bitter by now and Blaine decided to never Lucius up again.

"Why don't you tell me about our upcoming torture session?" he said with feigned dread in his voice, but Harry's soft laugh was worth it.