It was Saturday morning, and since they had both stayed in, Kurt and Blaine were the only two awake at 8:30 in the morning. As he saw Kurt appear as one of only four people on his facebook chat, Blaine grabbed his phone, typing a short message.
"Breakfast?" A moment later, with the phone still in his hand, the screen lit up.
"See you in 5."
Blaine put down his spoon and looked at Kurt, who had been relatively quiet, reading the newspaper as he sectioned a grapefruit. He cleared his throat slightly and got the other boy's attention.
"I have a proposition for you." Kurt debated the possibility of a terrible "Prop 8" pun, but decided against it.
"You have my attention." Kurt crossed his legs and leaned forwards slightly.
"I was thinkinnnnnnng..." Blaine drew out his words like he was hesitant to get to the end of the sentence. "...About tonight. If you still..." He frowned a little, looking a bit like he was trying to sort out a puzzle.
Kurt nudged his foot playfully under the table.
"I'm listening." Blaine smiled down at the table, knocking his knee with Kurt's underneath. He looked up at him and focused in, a small smile appearing on his face.
"Would you like to go to a movie for tonight?"
"Yes." Kurt said quickly and confidently, even though inside he was buzzing. "Do you want to do dinner before, or coffee afterwards?"
Blaine looked sheepish for a minute, when Kurt enjoyed on the usually confident face.
"Um, would you be okay if we maybe did coffee afterwards?"
"Of course. And I'll be buying, just so you know right now. So I want you to get as many extra shots or whip or flavours you want." Blaine grinned.
"Now that is an offer I can't refuse. But only if I get the tickets."
"I suppose so." Kurt teased. "Do you have to work on your paper?"
"No," Blaine shook his head. "I worked on it for a while last night."
"Couldn't sleep?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Something like that." Blaine played it off, but leaned forwards to put his elbows on the table, resting his chin in his hand as he looked at Kurt. "To much on my mind I guess."
"Me too." Kurt mumbled slightly, glancing at Blaine through his eyelashes in a way that was entirely flattering to him. Blaine felt his face crack into a smile. For some reasons, the little revelations that Kurt might like him just...set off tiny fireworks inside him or something. It sounded horribly cliche, but he didn't seem to have any control over the feeling, so he chose to simply enjoy it.
"Yeah, well, between this afternoon and tomorrow, I should be doing alright on the essay. It's just..."
"Just?"
Blaine bit his lip, looking slightly embarrassed.
"It's shepherd's pie night tonight. I really like shepherd's pie night, and its only once a month."
"I'm being delayed for ground meat and heavy carbs?" Kurt retorted.
"No!" Blaine protested. "It's not like I like it more than you."
Kurt couldn't help letting out a bark of laughter at that. Blaine laughed a little to, but his voice was still imploring when he continued.
"It's just that it reminds me of home, because we used to have it every Sunday night, and now since-"
"Blaine."
"I mean, we can go to dinner, really! I can wait for next-"
Kurt didn't want to laugh at the fairly earnest if slightly disappointed tone to Blaine's explanations, but it was really hard.
"Blaine, sweetheart, it's okay." Blaine stopped talking. Sweetheart? Kurt didn't seem to notice he had let that slip, and just continued talking. "I'm not jealous of an entree. In fact, it works out because I'm supposed to chat with Tina and Mercedes on Skype at five thirty, so we can go to the seven o'clock movie and have coffee after. A plan?"
"It is." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand across the table and gave it a firm shake. But he also didn't let go until he had softly run his thumb over Kurt's knuckles with a soft pressure.
"We should go and get some work done before Warbler's practice." Blaine commented, having a last spoonful of his now soggy cereal. "Come on. You can eat your toast on the way." Kurt rolled his eyes, wrapping his toast in a napkin and following Blaine as his clambered over the bench seat.
"You know, civilized people finish their breakfast at the breakfast table." Blaine didn't even look over his shoulder as he replied, but Kurt just knew that there would be a smirk on his face.
"Come on New Kid. Be a little avant garde."
"So, do you prefer front or back? Seats." Blaine said quickly, waving his hand at the dark theatre. They had left Dalton with plenty of time, taking Kurt's car, and there were plenty of open spaces.
Kurt started up the steps.
"Blaine. Everyone knows the best seats are middle, three fifths of the way up. Right here." He stepped back and gestured for Blaine to go ahead down the aisle. He tipped his head in recognition and smiled into the floor when he felt the faintest touch of Kurt's hand on his back.
They settled into the seats, peeling off jackets and putting them in the free seat to their right. Blaine looked over at Kurt and smiled. He was on a date. With Kurt. Kurt liked him. This chain of thoughts sent a pleasant swell of confidence through his chest.
"Just so you know, I'm going to put the Kool- Aid in the middle. And then during the movie, I'm going to reach for it at the same time as you so that I can touch your hand and pretend it's accidental." Blaine told Kurt, not looking away from the trivia questions rolling across the screen. Kurt glanced over at him and then faced forwards again.
"I'm going to let you and pretend I don't know exactly what you were doing."
Blaine gave a nod of concession.
Kurt looked at the screen. The answer was Cate Blanchett. And this was the best night of his life. He felt a confidence that he only felt when he was singing, even if it was combined with knee-knocking fear.
"I'm going to yawn about halfway through. Then I might stretch and put my arm over the back of your seat." He gave Blaine a teasing side glance and the boy caught the rise of his eyebrow in the dim lighting. He grinned.
"So old school! I like it." Blaine whispered back.
Blaine did exactly what he said, and so did Kurt. They both tried to muffle their laughter until the row in front shushed them. The movie sucked, but Kurt was still in such a good mood afterwards that he gave the barista a seven dollar tip when they got their coffee.
Blaine whistled casually as they left the cafe, wandering along the sidewalk in the general direction of the car.
"Yes?" Kurt glance sideways at him, but he just shrugged.
"Nothing. Just whistling." Kurt frowned in suspicion, but continued walking, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets. He glanced slightly suspiciously at Blaine a few times, but wasn't sure what exactly he was expecting to happen. He glanced across the street idly and suddenly felt a hand touch the small of his back, and then slip lower, just barely tucking into the top of his back pocket.
"Blaine!" Kurt tried to look scandalized, but it rather pathetically came off as strangely amused and slightly flattered.
"I'm sorry. It's just your butt looked amaaazing in these jeans all night." Blaine sung "amazing" with a flick of his eyes upwards. Kurt broke out in genuine, happy laughter as he tugged Blaine's hand out of his pocket. Despite a willing movement away towards his own side, Kurt pulled Blaine's arm to rest around his waist.
"You really are such a dork." Kurt retorted, but his voice was touched considerably with affection.
"Yeah, but I'm your dork." Blaine shot back, smiling to himself in satisfaction. Kurt looked at him in slight surprise, but Blaine just tugged his hip with his hand, squeezing their sides together for a moment. After just a few steps, Kurt stopped, and the momentum pulled Blaine around to face him.
"Everything okay?" Blaine cocked his head, curious about their sudden halt. Kurt looked at the dark curls and shining eyes in front of him, the adorable nose that gave Blaine's face character, the flush of cheeks in cold wind. He ducked his head, instinctively tilting slightly to the right and pressed a kiss to Blaine's lips. His eyes shut, but he could feel Blaine strain forwards slightly, his other arm linking behind Kurt's back. His bottom lip shifted, dragging across the soft skin of Kurt's to gently caress it before Kurt pulled back.
Kurt watched Blaine's tongue run over his lips after he pulled away, and felt cool fabric on his coat, where his hands had pressed themselves.
"Everything is amazing."