I do not own Glee.
Blaine was on top of the world as he walked from class the next day. He was walking along, blasting Playlist #23, when he saw him, sauntering across campus in a designer coat and high heel boots, with a red hat that perfectly matched his uniform perched jauntily on his head. Blaine's heart soared right along with the music from his iPod.
"Blaine?" Kurt poked him.
"Kurt!" Blaine's grin spread.
"How are things?" Kurt gave him an odd look. That was when Blaine realized he was still doing his trademark step-hop-step in time to "La Vie Boheme".
He quickly stilled his iPod and looked back at Kurt, mortified. Argh, who would ever want to be his boyfriend after that little display? Blaine studied Kurt's face with trepidation as he felt some cool answer slip from his lips.
Kurt giggled. God, Blaine loved it when he did that.
Then Kurt grabbed his left hand with his left (His skin was so damn smooth) and dragged him to the cafeteria. Blaine knew he was the luckiest guy in the world.
As Blaine ate his food at the couple's usual table along with some other Warblers, he noticed through the haze that seemed to come around anytime he was with Kurt Hummel that there was a decided lack of Kurt's hand on his own. This had to be remedied as soon as possible. With the daring that Blaine had sometimes, of which he never could determine the exact origin, though he thought it came from somewhere in the vicinity of his blazer's lapel, he slid a hand under the table to rest on Kurt's knee. Kurt jolted up straight and moved his leg away slightly, eyes shifting around and coming to rest on Blaine.
Slightly hurt and confused, Blaine looked into the widened eyes of his boyfriend. What had he done wrong?
"Not here," hissed Kurt through his teeth.
"But, why?" queried Blaine, stealing a glance at Wes and David, who didn't seem to notice the commotion at their end of the table.
Blaine stared at Kurt's salad as his boyfriend stammered away. The debonair portion of Blaine thought this probably had something to do with McKinley, but the scared, insecure portion he kept secreted away along with his affinity for Disney movies, showtunes, and Young Adult books thought maybe Kurt just didn't want to be seen with him.
"…don't want to cause trouble," Kurt mumbled to his hands.
Ah, so it WAS stupid McKinley! Blaine smiled widely at the countertenor.
"Kurt, no one cares here at Dalton! Anyone can show affection to anyone else… People hardly even notice."
Kurt looked skeptical, but Wes picked that moment to chime in, "Yeah, Kurt, we don't care what you do with little Blainey here. Right David?"
"Please, Kurt, the boy needs some action," cracked the tall boy before returning to his conversation about the benefits of Linux with Aaron at the table behind them.
Kurt smiled and hesitantly slid his hand into Blaine's larger one, as if he expected to be hit immediately.
When nothing catastrophic happened after a few minutes of tense hand-holding, Blaine felt Kurt's hand relax inside his own and he smiled. "See, was that so hard?"
Kurt raised his eyebrows at Blaine's cockiness but couldn't hide the brilliant smile that shone through all his features. Blaine well knew the feeling.