A/N: Hi everyone! Let me start by apologizing for the long wait in updating, but I had a big case of writers block, and then my wonderful beta Lovefremione is a little tied up at the moment and unfortunately unable to work with me. In that note I would like to welcome my new fantastic beta AirNationOracle, if you are a hevans shipper and in the mood for something fluffy and sexy check out his work, I specially like Going for it, and How Kurt Got His White Chocolate back. And last but not least thanks to all of you that have reviewed and alerted this story, now with further ado, sit back relax and enjoy...
Chapter 9
Kurt's room looked as if a rainbow grenade had just gone off, all of his clothes were scattered around his room as he tried to come with an appropriate outfit, one that said he was beautiful and sexy but not in any way shape or form easy, for tonight's date with Blaine.
He went back into his closet and came back out holding a pair of white skinny jeans and a red fitted shirt. He stood in front of his laptop, showing all of his girls who were web camming with him and helping him decide.
A chorus of "No, too sexy!" came from Quinn, Tina, Brittany, and surprisingly Santana, whom seemed intent on him dressing like a nun tonight. The only ones who were actually giving him any real advice were Mercedes, and rather surprisingly Rachel, telling him "how good he looked in red and that those jeans would fit him perfectly, hugging his ass in a way that should be sinful."
For the first time in his life, and hoping he wouldn't regret this too much in the long run, he took Rachel's fashion advice and bid a quick goodbye to his friends. He changed into the red fitted shirt, tight white skinny jeans, his favorite black Doc Martens, a black leather jacket, and accessorized with a black raven pin on his shirt.
With a soft knock at his bedroom door Carole informed him that Blaine had arrived and that he was waiting for him in the living room with his dad and Finn.
After doing one last quick check to make sure he still look fabulous, he made his way down the stairs to the living room, hoping that his dad hadn't traumatized the lead Warbler much.
To the young countertenor's surprise, it was Finn glaring at Blaine and talking about the shotgun, and flamethrower his dad has and how easy it'll be to dispose of a body at the shop. His dad just sat back in his usual chair with an amused look on his face.
"Finn, stop terrorizing my date or you'll give him a heart attack before he even gets a chance to buy me dinner," said Kurt playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
Burt didn't miss the way Finn's and Blaine's eyes lit up when his son walked in the room, and made a point to bring it up to Carole later tonight.
"Ready to go?" said Kurt after a moment of silence. That seemed to snap both boys back to reality.
"Yes, of course. I must say you look breathtaking" said Blaine, getting up his feet. Holding Kurt's hand, he gave it a soft kiss that left the beautiful brunette blushing and for once at a loss for words.
Burt and Finn clearing their throats loudly brought both boys back to reality. After a quick goodbye to everyone, both boys made their way out of the house only to be escorted all the way to the front door by Finn, who kept reminding Kurt to be home on time; Blaine about Burt's shotgun.
Kurt apologized to Blaine for Finn's behavior as soon as they were in the Warbler's black BMW.
"I'm really, really sorry about Finn; he's just taking his role as the older overprotective brother a little too seriously."
"It's fine, Kurt," Blaine said, trying to sound cool. "But are you sure he is just being the overprotective brother?"
"What? Of course he is. Why?"
"It's just— nothing. He must really care about you if all those threats and looks are anything to go by."
Kurt couldn't help the warmth spreading in his chest or the smile that appeared on his lips as he thought of Finn and how much closer they've grown since they first met.
"I guess we kind of grew on each other," replied Kurt as Blaine drove into the parking lot of Breadstix, the smile never leaving his face.
Blaine, always the gentleman, opened the door for Kurt and would probably have pulled out Kurt's chair had they not sat at a booth.
The boys hadn't even opened their menus when "Kurty!" was heard from across the restaurant. Santana and Brittany appeared out of nowhere, and sat with them in the booth without waiting for an invitation.
Santana yanked Blaine's menu out of the Warbler's hands, leaving the short teen at a loss for words and giving Kurt a quizzical look.
Kurt straightened up, putting his best bitch face on and turned to the Latina Cheerio. "I'm not saying that this is not a pleasure for you to accompany us, but what the hell are you doing here Santana?" asked Kurt calmly, raising an inquiring brow.
Santana released an annoyed sigh, her eyes never leaving the menu. "I heard that you had a date with the bushy eyebrow hobbit here, and it is my duty as future head Cheerio to make sure he is up to standards with the Cheerio handbook. Save you some trouble, you know."
"You haven't read it, have you lady face?" asked Santana, finally looking away from her menu, seeing Kurt's confused face across from her.
Pulling out a little red book with Cheerio: A Guide to Perfection written in gold letters on the cover (God only knows where she was hiding it) she proceeded to read out loud: "According to Chapter 4, if a Cheerio feels the hormonal necessity to date, their suitor has to be on par with the Cheerio's rigorous standards. Said suitor must be in the top 25 most popular boys in school (top 10 for star Cheerios, top 5 for head cheerio). Said suitor must be aesthetically pleasing, and should visually compliment the Cheerio without outshining her/him. Cheerios being courted by suitors from a different school need written consent by one Sue Sylvester which is to be granted only after they pass Sue's personal inspection. Failure to follow this procedure may result in castration of the suitor and/or termination from the squad. Now if you excuse me, I'm trying to decide on what to have for dinner," finished Santana, closing the little red book with a loud clap and going back to her menu, leaving a very pale Blaine with a look of fear in his eyes.
It was dark and cold in the parking lot of Breadstix as Sam Evans, dressed completely in black, tried to keep a lookout for anyone coming. Meanwhile Puck snaked his way to the hobbit's car, blade in hand ready to puncture the tires.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" asked Sam quietly, crouching behind a red car that was parked next to the hobbit's BMW.
Puck rolled his eyes as he made way to the next tire. "Chill out, dude. Like I said it's going to be fine. Santana and Brittany are gonna crash their dinner and make sure they don't get to cozy. Meanwhile we are slashing the hobbit's tires for two reasons. One: to make sure he won't take the princess anywhere 'private' after dinner and two: so that you and I can ride in as knights in shining armor and offer to take Kurt home while the garbler has to wait for a tow truck to change his tires. Therefore we've saved him from the crouches of the evil hobbit and scored ourselves extra points." said Puck smugly while he made his way to the other side of the car to slash the third tire.
"When you put it that way I guess it makes sense," said Sam doubtfully. "But don't you think slashing all four tires is a little too much?"
Puck sighed. Trouty Mouth and his conscience were starting to get on his nerves. "It's not too much; he might have one spare and maybe be he can get one or two more but no way on hell can he get all four tires at this time of night. I'm not taking any chances when it comes to protecting the princess's innocence."
The blond jock decided to just trust Puck on this one even though his conscience was yelling at him not to. Kurt was worth getting in trouble for.
Close you your eyes and take a deep breath. Just breath, Blaine thought to himself as he took a deep breath and tried (unsuccessfully) to block out the constant blabbering that came out of the two cheerleaders that had somehow snaked their way into his date with Kurt.
They had just rated the guys from McKinley according to hotness, popularity, badassness (is that even a word?) and now they were talking about best kissers.
"I would say Puck," said Santana
"Sam, definitely. Or you my dolphin," Brittany quipped, holding tighter onto Kurt's arm.
Puck and Sam. If I have to hear their names one more time tonight I'll kill myself, thought Blaine, eying his knife longingly. He was tired of hearing the two jocks' names that according to Kurt's friends were on top of every one of their list instead of taking him HIM! Blaine Anderson, lead Warbler, into consideration.
At least Kurt had the decency of looking remorseful, as he tried (unsuccessfully) to veer the conversation into anything that could include Blaine.
Thankfully they had just finished eating. Blaine flagged down their waiter, and asked for the check.
"Well, Hobbit, Lady Face, that's our cue. Thanks for dinner," Santana said, disappearing with Brittany at her side as quickly as they arrived.
Blaine was flabbergasted. Not only had these two girls intruded on his date with Kurt and spent the whole time talking about other boys, but they had just left him with the whole check! Yes Kurt had offered to split the bill but what kind of a gentleman would Blaine be if he allowed Kurt to pay after he was the one to invite the young countertenor out?
Blaine paid quickly paid for dinner, grabbed Kurt's hand and led the slim brunette back to his car, thinking of the many fun ways he could get the countertenor to make up for dinner only to have his fantasies come crashing down when reached his car and found not only one but all four tires of his BMW slashed!
Blaine was thinking that this date couldn't get any worse when an old beat out truck parked behind them and out came the two dumb jocks that had cockblocked him back at McKinley when he tried to serenade Kurt.
"Hey, Princess is everything ok?" asked Puck, making his way close to Kurt followed by Sam.
"No. Some Neanderthal found it funny to slash poor Blaine's tires."
"Sorry to hear that little man. Anyway Kurt, do you need a ride home?" Puck asked, not even turning his gaze toward Blaine.
"Hold onto that thought?" said Kurt, taking his phone out and stepping to the side.
An awkward silence fell between Blaine and the two jocks that were staring daggers at him. Blaine was about to tell them they could leave and he can just get a cab for him and Kurt when the young countertenor came back with a beaming smile on his face.
"I just talked to my dad and he says he can have one of his tow trucks pick up your car and change all the tires on it tomorrow morning, and I convinced him to let you sleep over since it'll be too late for me to drive you home and then have to drive back. I hope you don't mind?" Kurt informed the shorter boy. Turning to Puck and Sam, he continued. "Now we would very grateful to accept your ride home."
Blaine was walking through clouds, not even noticing the glares both jocks were shooting him. The only thoughts in his mind were about spending the night in the same room as Kurt and that maybe this was his lucky day after all.
A/N: Hope you all enjoy the chapter, and please be sure to review, and comment as your comments help feed my muse and make me work faster.