AN: Hello lovelies! I'm glad you all like this so far, don't worry about it being too too fluffy...you know me, I love torturing Blaine. Speaking of the dapper one, I didn't mention this in the beginning, but at the end of the chapters when there are italicized song lyrics, those are Blaine's lyrics in songs he is writing. Usually they will be songs already written/sung by other people. But pay attention, they reveal a lot. Other than that, enjoy this chapter, it reminds me of a certain chapter in QSS. Also, some not so nice language in this chapter. :)
Chapter 3
As much as Blaine and Kurt liked to claim they were adults, they in fact, didn't always behave as such.
The $1000 dollars Blaine's grandfather gave them lasted two days, when Blaine had to take Kurt out for dinner because he ate spaghetti instead of cereal on the first day of the cereal wars.
Blaine still claimed that Kurt cheated.
However Blaine, knowing that he and Kurt wouldn't get a chance to go out for a long time, decided to treat Kurt to a romantic evening on the town.
After work (and a haircut), Blaine rushed home to get ready to meet Kurt. After sweating at work all day he needed a shower.
Kurt had pulled extra hours at work that day because Hayden was off at "The World's Biggest Pillow Fight" that took place in Central Park that day. He told Blaine to pick him up at work and he'd get ready there.
Blaine dressed and put on his best suit. The suit was a gift from his grandparents when he graduated high school. He'd had it retailored a few weeks back when they came back to New York City to look for jobs. The suit was the darkest black they made and he paired it with a white button up shirt and a white tie. Kurt once suggested Blaine try that color combination, so he decided to go for it this time.
Blaine glanced at the clock and realized it was nearing 6:30, so he called for the town car. Blaine really wanted this to be something special for them, so he splurged. He knew come bill time, he'd regret doing so, but tonight it seemed worth it.
Blaine grabbed his wallet and phone and slipped into the family town car. "Hey Ray!" Blaine laughed at his rhyme as he greeted the driver.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson. Are we picking up Mr. Hummel at Pocadiz?" Ray was always all business, Blaine hoped to crack him of that soon.
"Yuppers." Blaine leaned back and felt his pulse quicken. This was silly, he shouldn't feel nervous about going on a date with his own boyfriend. But boyfriend didn't even seem like the appropriate way to refer to Kurt anymore. They'd been dating over two years and lived together. Blaine knew they weren't ready to take the next step, but boyfriend just seemed too young.
Ray knew the streets of New York better than anyone and quickly got Blaine to Kurt. He hopped out of the car and entered the store. He marveled at the glittering gems and beads on the shirts in the window displays.
The lights were off in the main showroom, but Blaine saw a multitude of colors dancing on the floor from a light shining in the back room. Blaine made his way through the store, looking at everything he could. He tried to memorize where Kurt would be everyday, so when he missed him, he could picture it.
Kurt emerged from behind the beaded curtain, "I'm sorry, sir, but we're closed." He smirked at Blaine, who just gaped at him. Kurt looked fantastic. He wore dark pants and a gray plaid jacket. Underneath the jacket he wore a crisp white shirt. Blaine could do little more than stare at his boyfriend, "Is this okay?" Kurt twirled in a slow circle.
"You are a god," Blaine remarked, pressing him against the counter and kissing him quickly.
Kurt snorted into Blaine's mouth, "you are obviously insane."
Blaine simply rolled his eyes and took Kurt's hand to lead him towards the car. Once settled, Blaine turned to Kurt, "You are gorgeous. All of the time. And I'm not insane, I just appreciate what I see."
Kurt glared at Blaine, "Okay, if you're being this cheesy you are taking me somewhere nice. Where? Do not say Ellen's Stardust Diner. Don't do it."
"You would love it there," Blaine commented, "But no, we're going to Masa."
"The sushi restraint?" Kurt barely contained his excitement, that is the place where Donald Trump and Madonna go, not small nobodies like Kurt and Blaine. "How?"
Blaine seemed uncomfortable, "I used my grandfather's name…"
"For shame, Blaine Anderson!" Kurt grinned again at his uncomfortable boyfriend, "What would your grandfather say?"
"He won't find out. He gave me that money for bills, not taking you out for dinner," Blaine correct him, sending him a reproachful look.
Right, the money they were using would be the money that was supposed to go for electric or water. But the boys deserved this, they boy rationalized in their head. Plus, the bill really couldn't be that much and they'd still have a decent amount left over.
"Well, he won't know. And we'll be good from now on." Kurt took Blaine's hand in his own, not wanting to ruin the romantic evening he had planned.
The town car pulled up outside of the small restaurant. Masa only held 30 people and Blaine had been lucky to get reservations, someone had cancelled at the last moment. "Thank you so much!" Blaine said to Ray, "We'll walk home, of course."
Kurt's mouth watered looking into the restaurant, "Yes. Yes we will. I will be eating so much tonight."
Ray waved to Blaine, "Of course, I'm off to pick your grandparents up for their reservations now, but if you need me for anything just give me a call on my cell phone or the car phone."
Blaine tipped Ray before pulling Kurt into the restaurant. "Ready for a taste of what life will be like in the future?" Blaine beamed at Kurt, who did a little jig in the lobby.
A woman dressed in a traditional Japanese dress looked at the boys like they just came from a different planet, "Reservations?" She asked, slightly smirking at the boys, "I'm afraid we can't seat you unless you have reservations."
Blaine stopped laughing at the woman's tone, "Anderson," he said coolly.
The woman's eyebrows went up, "Anderson at 6:30, right this way." She led the two boys to a small table next to a rather large bamboo plant. "The chef will be with you momentarily."
Kurt surveyed the small dining area. Of the thirty seats, only six were empty. Typical Wall Street businessmen and their wives, girlfriends, or hookers were the main cliental. Kurt spied someone he thought could be Catherine Zeta Jones, but he dared not look too much.
Blaine clasped Kurt's hand over the table, just smiling as he rubbed Kurt's knuckles with the pad of his thumb. Kurt looked so blissfully happy, like he belonged in this type of environment. Blaine knew it would be a long time before either of them could truthfully afford anything of the caliber again.
The chef stands behind the bar, chopping food and rolling sushi quickly. Another woman approached the table and put little bowls of Sake and a bottle on the table. The woman bowed quickly, "Enjoy," she said plainly before bowing again and walking.
Blaine and Kurt looked from the Sake to each other, "Do you think…." Kurt started, glancing at the woman.
Blaine took a sip of the drink, "What she doesn't know won't kill her."
Neither boy had Sake before, so they didn't realize how it would hit them until it did.
The chef first brought them crab legs dipped in vinegar, which they boy devoured quickly. "This was my best idea ever," Blaine said between bites.
"I believe the competition was my idea," Kurt corrected, picking a piece of crab off of Blaine's plate.
Blaine stabbed a chopstick at Kurt's hand, "Hey now! Mine!"
They boy sampled many different types of sushi throughout the night, drank two bottles of Sake, and two bottles on mineral water.
The bill was $831.41, including tip.
Neither Blaine nor Kurt realized how much they spent. Blaine handed the woman his debit card and carelessly signed away almost all of the money his grandfather gave him.
Needless to say, the Sake took control of their brains as the stumbled out of the small restaurant, and they gripped each other as they stumbled back towards their apartment.
Angela almost choked when she walked into Masa and saw Kurt sitting there with a boy that wasn't her grandson. His hair was far too short. She liked Kurt, but she was willing to go completely crazy on him if he cheated on Blaine.
The woman asked for the reservation, "Anderson, Jack," Jack all but bit out at her. It had been a tough day at work and he was not in a good mood.
Somewhat startled, the woman looked at her book, "Would you like to be seated near the other Anderson party?"
Jack just stared at her, "No. I would not." The woman led them to the opposite side of the small room, "Probably Neil Anderson, that asshole real estate agent from the Upper East Side," Jack whispered quietly to Angela, "I don't really want to see him."
Angela kept looking at the table in question, and realized that Kurt was in fact with Blaine, who appeared to have gotten a haircut in the past few days. How in the world could the boys afford that?
"So the market was up today, that's good. We made a few bucks," Jack remarked as he sipped the Sake from the bowl, "careful, this stuff is potent."
Angela shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "Jack, do you think we ought to help Blaine out a little? Maybe give him some money?"
Jack's face turned pink, "Well, you see…when he came to fix the plumbing…I may have given him a little bit extra money…"
"How much?"
Jack didn't make eye contact, "A few hundred dollars…"
"Jack. How much did you give him?"
He gave up, "A thousand. But Angie, they need it. I saw their apartment. You saw their apartment. They can't live like that. Our grandson living like that? That's an outrage!"
Angela now knew that Jack couldn't see her grandson sitting yards away from them, "Jack! You shouldn't have done that. You know he needs to learn to manage money on his own."
"He's a responsible boy, Angie, he knows not to just spend it frivolously."
Angela loved Jack, but the one thing she knew he didn't mess around with was money. He worked hard for his money and rarely spent it on things for himself. "If you're sure Jack, but he should really learn the power of money by himself."
Jack stopped sipping his Sake, "Oh? Just Blaine? What about Kurt?"
Angela couldn't meet her husband's eyes, "What do you mean? Blaine is our grandson, not Kurt."
"Well, yes," Jack leaned back in his chair, "But we both know they are in this for the long haul. And besides, unless you have turned into a cross dresser on me, you didn't spend $3,000 in the men's department at Saks on yourself."
"You saw that?" Angela folded her hands in her lap, ready for the chastisement about proper money handling.
"I did," Jack's voice sounded soft, "and I think that was amazing. He doesn't have family close by and we really should take care of him too. He'll be family soon enough."
Angela smiled at her husband, after almost 45 years, he still had the ability to make her fall in love with him.
"Now, I have to use the restroom," Jack stood and started over towards the boy's table before Angela had a chance to stop him. She saw his spine straighten when he saw the boys giggling over caviar. Kurt's nose was wrinkled and Blaine poked at the food with a chopstick.
They were drunk. Underage and drunk. Practically destitute, underage, drunk, and using the money they just received on a restaurant even the older Andersons used to celebrate something.
Jack returned from the restroom, an ashen look on his face, "Don't look now, but our broke grandson and his boyfriend are eating at the same restaurant we are."
Angela grabbed his hand, "Now Jack, please don't get mad at them. They just wanted to do something nice. They've been down on their luck."
"They haven't even been here a week!" Jack was incredulous, "I gave them that money to pay bills, not have overpriced, undercooked fish!"
"I know, but Jack, you have to understand that they are just kids…"
"And when we were kids, what did we do? We ate hot dogs and split a can of soup. Some nights we weren't sure if our electric would be on the next day!" Jack's face had gone from ashen to red.
Angela sat there in silence. She knew Jack was right and that the boys made a mistake. But that's what boys do, they make mistakes. Her son made mistakes, and he turned out to be a great man.
Jack was still ranting about responsibility when she saw Kurt and Blaine trip and stumble their way out of the restaurant. "They're gone." She said finally, "So you can stop complaining."
An angry look passed over Jack's face before it softened, "I'm sorry, honey."
She laughed, "I know." She still loved the foolish old man in front of her. She saw so much of him in Blaine, and just wished Blaine could see it too. "But what are we going to do, lecture them?"
Jack shook his head, "No. We're not going to give them any more money until they can spend it responsibly."
Angela's heart lurched for the second time that night, "But Jack! Winter is coming, what if they can't afford heat?"
"They'll use a blanket. We did." The man picked at his crab legs, "Now, let's enjoy dinner."
"Blaine, is this what it's going to be like when we rule the world?" Kurt giggled, "eating at fancy places every night and drinking until we can't walk straight?"
Blaine just stared.
"BLAINE! BLAINE! Come back to me Blaine!" Kurt hissed into his ear, "BLAINE."
"What? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about how pretty the stars are." He turned to Kurt, "what were you saying?"
"I don't remember." Kurt fumbled around, almost knocking over two tourists walking the other direction.
"Watch it, fag!" The thirty-something year old man said.
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and tried to drag him back to their apartment, which was only three blocks away.
"What did you call me?" Kurt turned and stalked up to the man, "I didn't hear it."
The man and woman looked at each other, they clearly had not expected him to come after them, "I said watch where you're going. You almost ran into us," the man clarified.
"You know, I don't think that's what you said," Kurt pulled away from Blaine again, "I think you called me a fag."
The woman turned pink while the man just got angry, "Yeah. I did."
Kurt's eyes filled with tears, "GO HOME TOURIST," he spat at the man. "GO BACK TO YOUR SUBURBAN HOME WITH YOUR SMALL IDEAS AND EVEN SMALLER DICK."
"I'm pretty sure that's with him," Blaine mumbled, trying not to laugh.
The man just shook his head, "You disgust me."
Kurt was about to scream at the man again when Blaine grabbed his hand, "Let's go before I have to go Green Hornet on this bastard."
The boys all but ran back to the apartment, and were laughing by the time they got to the park down the street. It was still warm, and fireflies were all over the park. "Look, Blaine!" Kurt pointed to the bugs.
"I want to catch one!" Blaine whispered, creeping low, "We can get it and put it in a jar and have it as a pet!"
"But Mr. Stells said no pets!" Kurt crouched next to Blaine, "And you'll ruin your suit!"
"Who cares! I want one to love it! We can love it, Kurt!" His eyes shined in the glow of the streetlight as he approached one firefly floating midair.
Blaine moved to get the firefly, but just as he did, it flew higher out of his reach, "GET IT KURT! GET IT!"
Kurt clapped his hands together to catch the firefly, "I GOT IT!" He laughed, and brought his hands down. When he opened his hands, he saw that he had, in fact, gotten it. He also killed it.
"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS KILL THINGS?" Blaine already had tears in his eyes, "First our turtle, and now this. It's always you!"
Kurt quickly wiped the bug on the bush in front of him, "I didn't mean to! We could always catch another one."
"No, you murderer, I'm not letting you take another life tonight." Blaine grabbed his band and pulled him up the stairs.
Unlocking the five locks took Blaine some time, and Kurt just giggled the entire time, the firefly death forgotten.
Blaine turned the hallway light on and screamed, "OH MY GOD KURT!" Blaine jumped on the table sitting in the foyer, "KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT!"
Kurt looked where Blaine was pointing and saw a cockroach, "OH MY GOD! EW BLAINE! EW!" He started jumping around the foyer, attempting to push Blaine off of the table. "YOU KILL IT."
Blaine still jumped up and down, "EW! IT IS ICKY. KILL IT, KURT! YOU'RE THE MURDERER!"
Kurt realized he was fighting a losing battle and jumped on the cockroach, "DIE MOTHER FUCKER, DIE!"
"KILL IT!" Blaine was hysterical at this point.
"DIE!" Kurt jumped again.
"KILL IT!" Blaine was now jumping in time with Kurt.
This continued for almost five minutes.
"Blaine, I think it's dead." Kurt looked at the bottom of his shoe, "No, I'm sure it's dead."
Blaine breathed heavily on the table, "Well, I'm glad we didn't lose our heads."
Kurt laughed, stumbling as he took his shoe off, "You owe me new shoes."
"With what money?" Blaine said, tiptoeing around the squished bug.
Kurt's eyes grew big, "Blaine. We work tomorrow."
"Fuck," Blaine whispered, "Shit. Tits. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck."
"Language, Blaine Alexander Anderson!" Kurt braced himself against the wall.
"We're going to be so hung over!" Blaine laughed, no longer finding the situation seriously.
"Then we better go to bed…oh wait! We don't even have a bed yet!" Kurt was definitely in his giggling stage of drunkenness.
"This weekend, we'll do it this weekend. I promise." Blaine landed face first on the couch, and Kurt stripped quickly, and fell on top of him.
Needless to say, work the next day was hard for both of the boys.
Yes, I'm grounded
Got my wings clipped
I'm surrounded by
All this pavement
Guess I'll circle
While I'm waiting
For my fuse to dry
Someday I'll fly
Someday I'll soar
Someday I'll be so damn much more
Cause I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for.
Don't be too mad at our boys for being irresponsible, they are young. :)