This chapter is loooooooooooooong.
And also hot hot hot.
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Chapter 22 - First
The next day was…interesting. I woke up not knowing whether to jump for joy or roll back over and fall asleep. Today lessons started back at Dalton and midterms were looming – any social life we had last term was going to be severely diminished. But on the other hand…I had Blaine. Holy cow I still couldn't believe it.
We'd had a formal conversation about it over the phone later that night – I knew neither of us would be able to concentrate if we did it face to face. Just hearing his voice again had been enough to send me hyperventilating, something I managed to disguise as a sneeze. Blaine wanted to do it properly, starting from the beginning with no bypassing of any steps. It would be like we'd only just met and decided to court each other – hard when I'd spent over three months fantasising about his lips on my neck, but in the circumstance, doable. Not wanting to waste any time our first date had been planned for tonight – I had been kept out of the loop and told to expect a surprise. I could barely contain myself.
Bounding through the corridors to Trig, I could tell people were noticing my change of personality. Most of them had had to deal with me moping around for weeks, so I wasn't surprised that my cheerful cries of 'Hello!' and 'How were your holidays? Mine were great!' were met with puzzled looks and slow nods. I couldn't be bothered to explain, so left them all behind and practically launched myself into the Trig classroom. Scott for some reason was early, his feet resting on the table in front of him, but as soon as he saw me they crashed to the ground and he jumped up.
"Kuuuuurt!" I grinned, running over and letting him slap me on the back, even though the blow almost made me fall over.
"You look happy." I gave him a shove. He knew everything already – I may or may not have run straight over to his room and gushed like a teenage schoolgirl about my archive room shenanigans the moment they finished. He had been thrilled – not forgetting to point out that he had been right all along about Blaine's feelings – and we'd spent the rest of the evening discussing how best to act on a first date.
"Now, like I said, you have to play it cool, but not too cool – you don't want him to think you're frigid."
"Scott!" My voice hissed out and Conners flashed his head round to look at us, scanning the area with piercing eyes before slowly returning back to the board.
"You can't just say something like that!"
"It's true though. There's a fine line between someone that's easy and someone that doesn't put out." Covering my mouth to hide the snort that escaped I raised my eyebrows and Scott grinned.
"Why are you the expert anyway? How many first dates have you actually been on?"
"Several. Most of them blind dates set up by my mum, but we won't talk about those. Anyway, I don't hear Mercedes complaining." Another grin graced his features, this one ecstatic and I smiled.
"What did you do on that date by the way? She was talking about it for weeks."
"I showed her some of the Scott magic." Pulling up the sleeve of his blazer he flexed his bicep and I snorted again, making some of the students around us turn to look.
"Wow. Just, wow."
"Nah, not really. I was just polite, told some jokes, smiled. Girls love that crap. And so do gay guys probably."
"So you're saying I should tell jokes on my date with Blaine?"
"Well, I er, dunno. I don't think you jokes are quite up to scratch compared with mine-" My hand flicked out to slap Scott on the head, but this time we didn't go unnoticed.
"Macleod and Hummel – pay attention or you'll be spending your free period doing equations."
"Sorry Conners." Scott grumbled into his hand and I looked back down at my textbook, hiding the giggles that were threatening to get me into even more trouble.
During Spanish Scott and I discussed tactics more seriously – we both agreed seeing as Blaine was organising the date, he would be the one in control over it. I was mainly the recipient, so wasn't going to go around calling the shots. I could, however, say if there was anything I disagreed with, or didn't want to do. Obviously I couldn't imagine this happening, but Scott was being careful. When we got to the subject of kissing I felt my cheeks turn scarlet.
"Um, er…we said that would have to wait until the end of the date." Scott's eyebrow raised.
"Oh, so it's like a goodbye kiss? Jeez, this guy is dapper. Next he's going to be placing his jacket in puddles for you to walk over." I laughed.
"I like his dapperness. It's…cute."
"If you say so. I say you just get it on." My hand hit Scott's head once more and he yelped out in pain, making Miss Breamhold look up but not say anything.
"No wonder your Mum had to set you up – you're impossible."
When we left the classroom I found myself looking up at the clock in the hallway, my heart lurching when I saw I only had five more hours to wait. Scott was yet again talking about something trivial (I think it was Star Wars – the term 'Jedi' was getting thrown around) and I was just about to interrupt him when we turned the corner and I saw Blaine walking in the opposite direction with his friends. As soon as our eyes met the chemistry fizzled like a firecracker and I bit my lip to stop myself from doing anything inappropriate.
"Kurt." Blaine said, bowing his head slightly and smiling when we reached speaking distance.
"Blaine." My voice had gone squeaky and I flushed bright red at the sound of it – Blaine grinned and pushed a strand of hair back in place on his head.
"See you tonight? At six?"
"Yeah."
"Awesome." Nodding again the seniors walked off and I felt my whole body relax as I exhaled deeply.
"Oh my Prada." That had been smooth. Not.
"Get it on." Scott whispered and I jerked my hand out so he jumped out of the way, making me laugh.
5:30pm. I was still in my dressing gown,
"Oh my Gaga oh my Gaga!" I could not find anything to wear. Clothes were strewn across my floor, creases slowly settling into them so I was going to have to spend a whole day ironing at the weekend. What to do?
"Aaaaah!" Suddenly there was a knock at my door. Thinking it was Blaine turning up early I clamped my hand over my mouth to muffle the shrill scream and inched the door open cautiously, poking my head round so only my eyes were visible.
"Kurt?" Oh thank heavens – it was only Nathaniel. Opening the door fully I saw him look at me strangely.
"Is something wrong? I keep hearing shouts coming from your room." I laughed.
"Oh Nathaniel, I am having a clothing crisis! Blaine is coming in thirty minutes and I have nothing to wear!"
"Seems like you have plenty of clothes." Pointing to the mess that was my bedroom floor I saw him continue to look puzzled.
"You'd think so. But I'm supposed to look casual but not too casual, and I want to impress Blaine but not scare him away…"
"Kurt." I'd trailed off, my panic growing as I realised my situation, but Nathaniel interrupted. "This is a date, with Blaine right?"
"Er, yes."
"Blaine who you've known for months?"
"Yes, but we're supposed to be going back to square one, like we just met-"
"-Square one or not, I'm pretty sure he's seen you in clothes outside your Dalton uniform. Just dress like you normally would. He'll love it either way." I stopped what I was doing and thought. Yes, he was right. If I wanted this to be comfortable I had to treat it like any other night with Blaine. So what if we were going out? I'd spent time with him before – I just needed to relax and let myself do the talking.
"You're right. Thanks Nathaniel – that's the first time I've ever taken fashion advice from a straight guy." Leaning forward I gave him an unexpected hug, before smiling and waving as I shut the door. Right – if I was going to actually go on this date, I needed to get clothed fast.
5:55pm. Waiting by the door.
I felt completely stupid – like a girl waiting for her date to come and pick her up for the prom. Usually those girls got stood up, or their jock boyfriend arrived late in some run down car they'd borrowed from a friend. But my date was dapper and punctual. I only had to wait five more minutes…
Checking myself in the mirror I nodded, happy with my choice of outfit, As I wasn't quite sure what we would actually be doing I'd dressed for multiple occasions – the blue pinstriped shirt making my look smart, but the red skinny jeans and converse adding a casual element to it too. My hair had been attacked with so much hairspray it was almost rock hard (I'd had to open the window to stop myself suffocating from the fumes) and my teeth were most definitely free of any bits and coffee stains. I was well and truly ready.
Knock knock knock.
I nearly fell over at the sound. Looking at my bedside clock I saw I'd been staring at myself for five minutes and it was now 6pm on the dot. Freezing for a few seconds and then walking up and down on the spot to make it look like I hadn't been waiting, I gripped the handle of my door and slowly opened it, bracing myself for and explosion of feelings.
I wasn't wrong. When I first caught sight of Blaine my first reaction was to scream and close the door, the second to jump his bones right there. His outfit was mind-blowing – a brown v-neck sweater with a red polo shirt underneath, black skinny jeans that clung in all the right places, and smart brown shoes. It was simple, but effective. Boy was it effective. The most noticeable thing however (even more noticeable than the fact that this was the first time I'd seen him in clothes that weren't his Dalton uniform or pyjamas) was that his hair wasn't gelled. Styled yes, coiffed to perfection. But I could see small curls, curls that suggested an unruly carefree-ness that made me shiver in delight. Holy hell I had picked a good un.
"Hello." I'd practiced my greeting hundreds of times in front of the mirror, even speaking to a photo of Blaine to try and prepare myself for such an ordeal – my voice was still shaky but I managed to stay relatively normal. It was then, however, that I noticed Blaine's expression. I'd been so absorbed in how he looked that I hadn't even thought about his reaction to me. He was gobsmacked. His mouth was actually hanging open – only a small way, and in a way that made him look adorably cute – but still.
"Er…" An unintelligible sound spilled from his mouth. I giggled and he blushed scarlet, the reaction making me blush too. Marc Jacobs – did I really have this much of an effect on him?
"Blaine, are you ok?" I almost found it amusing that things were happening this way round – I'd expected me to be the burbling mess. Blaine attempted to regain facial control.
"Um, would you be able to give me a second?" For a brief moment I didn't understand what he meant, but then I saw his hand motioning towards my room and realised he wanted me to go back inside.
"Er, ok…" Slowly slipping through the door I pressed my ear to the wood, listening intently. Something that sounded like hands hitting various body parts rang out, before a loud and long exhale. My heart lurched with excitement.
"You can come back now." Eventually I heard Blaine signal my re-entry and opened the door back up to see him looking more ruffled than he had originally been, but decidedly calmer. To my amusement a bit of his hair was sticking up – I thought about leaving it but knew he would kill me when he eventually found out.
"Um, you've got a bit of hair…" Waving my hand in the direction of the offending follicles Blaine frantically pressed down his hair until I nodded and he sighed again.
"Oh God, this isn't going well."
"Don't be silly. I think it's cute." He rolled his eyes and I laughed. "Shall we go?"
"Oh, yes. But first…" Reaching out his hand he slipped it into mine, intertwining the fingers and making me sigh with pleasure. "Now we can go."
I hadn't actually realised Blaine had a car, so was surprised when we walked to the car park and headed towards a rather nice looking vintage Corvette.
"Wait – this is your car?" Blaine smiled sheepishly.
"Um yeah, it was a sixteenth birthday present from my parents. I kind of have a thing for vintage cars." A birthday present. What had I got for my sixteenth birthday? A new rain mac.
"Jeez…" I ran my fingers over the bonnet, marvelling at how the paint was still a vibrant red.
"It's a 1958. Even better inside." Opening the passenger door with a flourish Blaine gestured to the inside and I quickly obliged, slipping in and gasping at the smart cream interior.
"Woah. I think I could get used to this." As my date got into the drivers seat he laughed, starting the ignition and flashing another breathtaking smile at me.
"To infinity and beyond."
I had no idea where we were going. From the way Blaine was dressed, I guessed we weren't going to the opera (believe me, the thought had actually crossed my mind) but apart from that I was completely clueless. It was too dark to see any road signs, so I just had to trust that I wasn't being kidnapped to some random warehouse. Whilst we drove though, I still had plenty to occupy myself. As soon as we set off Blaine had switched the stereo on – to my complete delight he had Teenage Dream on, and my keen eyesight saw that it had been put on repeat. As we sped along I heard him begin to sing along, the sweet tones sending me right back to that day in the main common room and I leant back into my seat, relaxing completely. Occasionally we would both take sneaky glances at each other, blushing every time we were caught out and laughing softly at our own immaturity. It was perfect.
Finally we pulled in somewhere – my eyes immediately began scanning the horizon and I saw to my surprise we were on a pretty normal street.
"Where are we?" Looking to my right I saw Blaine had twisted himself round to face me properly, he took one of my hands and looked me straight in the eye.
"Ok, so I have a bit of an confession to make. I cheated slightly." For a second I struggled to make the connection – the word 'cheated' setting off alarm bells in my head.
"If we were actually going on our first date after only having just met, I probably would have taken you to the fanciest restaurant in Westerville, dressed up real smart, splashed my cash horrendously – that kind of thing. But because I know you, and because I think that kind of date just isn't us, I decided to take you somewhere else. But I know that breaks the rules and for that I'm sorry." For a brief moment I was silent, before a smile broke across my face.
"Oh Blaine, you don't need to apologise for that!" It's fine!" I watched his shoulders drop in relief.
"Well I want to be honest about everything now, so there's no nasty surprises." Jeez, he really was the perfect date already – and we hadn't even got to the venue yet.
"I think this is about as far from nasty as we can get." Laughing softly Blaine opened his door. I went to get out myself but he let out a quick shout, holding out his hand so I froze."
"Wait…" Running round the front of the car he opened the door again with another flourish and I laughed, hoisting myself out and patting him lightly on the head.
"Thank you chauffeur."
"You're welcome."
The place we were headed to was called Sally's – Blaine said it was nothing fancy, but he'd come there all the time as a kid and the food was great. When we got inside I immediately saw the appeal – it was small but somehow still had lots of tables without feeling cramped. The heating was turned on providing a welcome reprieve from the cold winter wind outside and the décor was homey and comfortable. Blaine looked across at me, obviously searching for approval and I smiled happily, putting his expression to rest.
"Hey there Blaine!" A perky young waitress bounded over, her curly brown hair spilling wildly down past her oval shaped face. "How're you doing?"
"Great thanks Alice – this is Kurt." As I was introduced Alice turned to look at me, flashing a friendly smile.
"Hey Kurt! Are you guys eating?"
"Definitely. Table for two please." We were lead over to a booth in the corner of the restaurant – Alice gave us both menus, took our drink orders and bounded off to serve another table.
"She's nice." I said, smiling as I perused the menu – the prices much more reasonable than the restaurant Gabriel and I had dined at.
"Yeah – I've known her for ages. Her parents live just round the corner from here." Obviously not needing to look as intently as I did, Blaine settled for looking at me instead, his eyes holding a quality that made me melt. Gaga, if he'd looked at me like this before the holidays I don't think I would have been able to cope.
"Do you know what you're ordering?"
"Yeah, I get the same thing every time."
"Every time?" I held my menu down slightly and raised my eyebrows. Blaine looked puzzled. "Where's your sense of adventure?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well – if you have the same thing every time, how do you know that the other dishes aren't even nicer? You might be missing out on the best…" My eyes quickly scanned the dishes "…pan fried fish in your life." A loud laugh escaped from Blaine's lips, he leant forward and smiled.
"Ok then, fine. Just for you I'm going to have something different."
"Excellent." I grinned, returning back to my menu, now trying to figure out my own order.
"But if it's horrible I'm blaming it on you."
While we waited for our dishes to arrive we talked about all kinds of different things – our holidays (I went into great detail about Scott's visit, including the lightsaber and him and Mercedes. Blaine had spent most of his Christmas hiding from family members and 'listening to soppy Disney love songs') midterms, our plans for Regionals. I'd forgotten how easy it was to talk to Blaine – before things had got complicated he'd been my best friend, and nothing seemed too intense or weird. When our food did arrived my stomach rumbled loudly and I realised how hungry I actually was.
"One Carbonara, and one pan fried fish." Alice placed the dishes on the table with a flourish, before quickly leaving us to enjoy them. I still couldn't believe Blaine had picked the dish I'd randomly selected, but after one bite he nodded his head in approval and I laughed. Stabbing my fork in my food without looking I glanced down and immediately felt my stomach drop. Oh no. I'd ordered the Carbonara because I knew I loved it, and if Blaine's comments were anything to go by then it would be expertly done. What I'd forgotten was the primary rule of a first date – the rule Scott had told me over and over again.
Never order spaghetti.
The long pieces of pasta stared back at me, chuckling at my panic. Spaghetti meant dripping sauce, ruined clothes, ungainly slurping or wide mouthed dangling. Fine when I was home alone watching Chicago in my pyjamas. Not fine on a date with the boy of your dreams.
"Kurt? Are you ok?" Looking back at Blaine I realised in horror that he had noticed my change of expression. How did I explain this?
"Um…um…"
"Is it not right? Do you want me to go and change it?"
"No!" Darting my arm out I stopped him from getting up. "No, it's fine. I just…spaghetti." I pointed down at my meal and hoped he would understand. For a second his face was blank, before slowly, realisation crept in.
"Oh." Burying my head in my hands I groaned.
"Scott told me about this, he told me."
"Hey, hey! No stress. It's just pasta." I felt a hand on my arm and looked up.
"Pasta that's impossible to eat alluringly."
"You want to eat alluringly?" Immediately I cursed, making Blaine laugh.
"Well…um…you know what I mean."
"Here." Suddenly I felt him reach out to grab my hand, slipping the fork in and bringing it over to my food.
"What you want to do, is just twist." Gently he pressed it into the spaghetti, before twisting my hand slowly round so the pasta curled around the steel. Reaching over had brought his face dangerously close to mine and I could smell the tarragon on his breath. Marc Jacobs…
"And bring it up…" My hand was lifted again, Blaine brought it up to my face and motioned for me to open my mouth, slipping the fork inside and waiting for me to take the food before removing it. "Simple." I was having to remember to breathe, let alone chew.
"Er, thanks." I said, once I'd finished my mouthful. (I certainly wasn't going to forget any more of Scott's rules.) Blaine had resumed eating but was smiling at me in a way that almost had me drooling.
"No problem. And don't worry if you have to slurp – I actually think it's pretty sexy." Without being able to stop it my face flushed red, I looked down into my meal and heard a soft, husky laugh. Jeez Kurt. Jeez.
The rest of the meal was fairly uneventful – Blaine declared the pan fried fish his new favourite dish and as a result refused to let me pay for anything. (I had a feeling however, this was simply a ruse and that he'd planned to shout me all along.) This time as we drove home the stereo was silent – both of us using the time to reflect on the evening. I was beginning to feel butterflies in my stomach, which increased to a whole flock of them when we pulled back into Dalton.
"So…" As we ascended the stairs of Wilde I was beginning to feel sick, my heartbeat increasing with every step forward. "Did you have a good night?"
"Oh, Prada, yes." I replied instantly, looking up at Blaine and hoping I didn't look as terrified as I felt.
"Good. Because I did too." We reached the door to my room and both stopped by it, me turning so I faced the Wordsworth Head Boy and felt my nerves step up yet another notch.
"And now we're here." I found myself glancing at the door, even though I knew exactly where we were. I was finding it hard to look into Blaine's eyes, the emotions they brought out difficult to control.
"Did we say anything in our agreement, about a kiss?" I gulped.
"Yes…Yes we did."
"When did we say it was?"
"At the, um, end of the…date." Christ, this was torture. I wasn't sure if Blaine was enjoying it, or of he was as nervous as me.
"And this is the end? Because we can do something else if you like-"
"-No. This is the end." The conviction in my voice surprised Blaine – a small smile crept across his face and he stepped closer, making my breathing quicken.
"Great. Now I know we want to take this slow – if there's anything you don't like or you want me to stop then just say." As he spoke he reached his hand up to run through my hair, chuckling slightly when his fingers got caught from the hairspray. The feeling on his skin on mine made me moan softly.
"Blaine I…"
"Yes Kurt?" The care in his voice, the softness and sincerity, sent me wild.
"I want to kiss you." Leaning forward, Blaine let me do just that.
All the times I'd imagined kissing Blaine. Sitting in history whilst Mr Mackey talked about the Greeks, learning new harmonies at Warbler practice, lying in my bed alone in the middle of the night. The fantasy had begun to become so old and frequent I feared it wouldn't have any effect, or the real thing wouldn't be able to live up to it. As it turned out, my imagination, and Gabriel for that matter, had been way off base.
As soon as Blaine's lips touched mine we both exhaled, the joint sound sending shivers down my spine so I immediately moved in closer. Slowly we started to kiss, the feeling of our lips sliding against each other heavenly. I could tell Blaine was holding back, he still tasted of tarragon, but with other delicious flavours in there too – coffee, toothpaste, bubblegum. Once we had kissed once I felt him begin to pull away, but I wasn't ready to finish. Moving my hand to the back of his neck I pushed him back towards me again, but the movement was a little rougher than I expected and we clashed teeth. This seemed to trigger something in Blaine, a switch that had been held down off but was suddenly allowed to turn on. Grabbing my face in his hands he pulled me to him again, pressing our lips together much harder and much more earnestly than before. Enjoying the surprise movement I obliged, kissing him as deeply as I thought I could manage. Blaine went further, wedging his hands into my hair so I moaned into his mouth and he moaned back. Suddenly I felt tongue on my teeth, running along them in a way that almost had me crying out. For a split second I deliberated the option, before succumbing and opening my mouth slightly. Blaine's tongue darted in instantly and quickly began exploring my mouth, moving so sensually and expertly I wondered if he taught lessons, and if I could have some.
"God." For the first time ever I spoke religiously, digging my hands further into the back of Blaine's neck and making him groan yet again. I felt my knees begin to go weak and he noticed, pushing me so we were pressed up against the door. Kissing me harder and harder I felt his hands begin to move from my head downwards, running over my collarbone, across my arms, down my sides to the sensitive bit of skin round my waist…Jerking upwards I darted my hand out towards the doorknob, turning it and thanking everything alive that I'd forgotten to lock it when we left.
Stumbling into my room we both let out satisfied groans as our bodies rubbed together, the friction doing all kinds of things to my emotions and hunger for Blaine Blaine Blaine. Without wasting any time I dragged him over to the bed, letting myself fall down so he landed on top of me, the feeling making us both cry out with pleasure. Hoisting me further up Blaine attacked me again and I responded just as eagerly, slipping my own tongue into his mouth and groaning almost continuously.
"God, Blaine." His hands were going wild again and I followed suit, running them down his back so he arched towards me and stopping by the belt of his trousers. Holy crap, holy crap. I thought over and over again, my pulse beating faster than I'd ever felt it before. Blaine had moved his hands down to my trouser line too and when I felt them begin to descend further I jerked violently upwards, suddenly knocking him in the chest with my knee.
"Ow!" The magic was broken – Blaine sat up clutching his chest and I immediately got up too.
"Oh, Gaga I'm so, sorry, I didn't, mean to." I could barely get my words out – both of us were panting like we'd just run a marathon, thin lines of sweat beginning to trickle down the sides of our faces.
"No, it's ok." Now that I knew he was ok I was filled with want again, so pulled him roughly down towards me, only to be stopped.
"Kurt!" Abruptly I let go, disappointment and hurt gracing my features. Blaine moved back in closer but didn't kiss me.
"We're supposed, to be taking, it slow."
"Screw slow." Again I tried to pull him down and again I was stopped. I let out a desperate whine and saw the effect it had on him.
"Kurt, please, I want you so bad but I promised you – we promised." Reluctantly I released my grip on his collar, flopping back down onto the bed and sighing loudly.
"Fine." Blaine still looked completely torn – I wanted to convince him to relent, but we had made an agreement. Really I should have been grateful he was keeping his word.
"I'm not happy about this though."
"Believe me – neither am I."
"You made me say God twice - that's got to count for something."
"And I'll make you say it again - but now I have to go." Leaning forward Blaine placed a soft kiss on my forehead, the feeling making me shiver so he smiled warmly.
"Same time tomorrow?"
"What? The making out session?"
"No silly – another date." My mouth pouted in disappointment and Blaine hit me lightly on the head, both of us laughing.
"Definitely." Gazing into my eyes I watched him sort out his clothes, which had become rather ruffled and unkempt from our shenanigans, before getting up slowly and walking towards the door.
"I can't wait." One last second of staring, and he was gone. I rolled over onto my front, buried my head into my pillow and squealed in delight.