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We ended up passing the hour talking about anything to everything, but I bore in mind not to mention family, not wanting to anger him again. But this was not his plan.
"So, where in this enormous world do you come from?" He asked me as we were just refilling our cups of coffee for the third time, our throats becoming dry with all the talking.
"I come from Lima, in Ohio. I lived there with my dad, step-mom and step-brother" he almost choked on his drink when I said this.
"Lima Ohio?" He questioned. I nodded. "What, in America?" I nodded. "Wow, I knew it always seemed to be a small world but I never thought it was that small" he saw my confused expression and explained. "I'm from Westerville, about an hour away from Lima!"
My eyes went wide and I said wow, followed by a laugh as we went back into the living room with our drinks.
"Did your dad, you know, except you?" He asked weakly, avoiding my eyes. I suddenly felt that whatever I said it would upset him. I didn't want to say no because I was lying. Dad had completely accepted me but I didn't want to just make him feel worse about his situation.
But I decided on telling him the truth. I didn't want to ruin the start of our friendship by lying to him!
"My dad has always supported me and backed me up on what I am. Besides, Blaine, being gay isn't a choice. You can't help who you are. And if someone doesn't accept that, then screw them! Because at the end of the day, it's your life, and you should be free to live it the way you decide, that's not anyone else's right. Only yours" I answered truthfully, but not trying to hurt his feelings or make him cry again.
He didn't say anything for a while, but I could see the cogs in his head turning. Finally he turned to me and answered.
"My dad, well, he is the exact opposite to yours. You are so lucky, Kurt, I don't think my dad will ever except me for who I am" he said all in one breath, as if trying to get it all out as fast as possible to make it more durable talking about his father. I could tell he wasn't finished, so I nodded my head encouragingly as if to tell him to go on.
"He sent me to Harvard, you know the law school. I used to end up in tears every night because of how lonely I felt there. I applied to NYADA secretly and I made it as a finalist, but dad refused to let me audition. I was devastated and I wouldn't talk to him for weeks. Looking back, I can't believe I let him control my life that way. I don't see how I could have been so stupid to do that!" He said weakly shaking his head and looking towards the ceiling, tears welling underneath his eye lids.
I took a moment to really look at him.
He had a very defined jaw line that swept beautifully into his chin, creating a curve. His cheek bones were visible, but not so much that he looked too thin or unhealthy. Hidden beneath his triangular eyebrows, his eyes were a luscious liquid honey with flecks of gold and hazel and the edge of the pupil was a deep dark wooden floor colour that defined his eyes amazingly and made you feel the need to have eye contact with this man. His hair was curly and wild, but also tamed, and was a tree bark colour, when the sun shone through the window; it seemed to glimmer in the natural light, making his beauty noticeable from a long distance. I looked as soft as silk would and how Kurt longed to run his fingers through that hair.
"Kurt? Hello?" He said, playfully waving his hand in front of my face. I snapped out of my trance and slapped his arm down, putting on a hurt face, which made him pout.
"Blaine that was not your fault; what happened with your father. He didn't give you a choice in
If I thought he was beautiful before, he was radiant now. His bottom lip stuck out adorably and his eyes turned into puppy dog eyes that just made me melt into the sofa.
"We should head out now really" I stammered over my words as I tried to make an excuse. I glanced down at my watch to see it was twenty to three. Perfect!
I stood up and gestured for Blaine for too. I walked to the door; pulled on my doc martins and shrugged on my ruffled coat ad Blaine did the same. I walked back into the living room to retrieve my keys and wallet and I patted my pocket, checking I had my phone. Seeing that I did, I walked back to the front door. The scene in front of me made me giggle; Blaine down on one knee, attempting to tie his shoes laces, whilst Toffee sat about a metre in front of him looking at him as if to say 'what on earth do you think you are doing'.
"If you don't leave soon, I don't think Toffee will let you leave!" I said, almost startling him. He finished tying his shoe laces and stood up. "Ready to go?" I asked.
"Yeah, kind of nervous, what if your friends don't like me?" he said weakly, looking at his shoes. I chuckled.
"My friends will love you, I'm sure of it. Positive in fact" I said, reaching out to open the door, Toffee still fixed in her place and still watching Blaine. She began to meow as we walked out the door.
"Aw, poor Toffee I don't want to leave her behind, she's too adorable" Blaine cooed as I shut the door. I turned to him and smiled brightly.
"I wouldn't worry; I have to leave her at home all the time. She has this condition which means she can't go outdoors. She gets all panicky and sometimes has an attack. It's very sad but I quite like it sometimes; it means I don't have to worry about where she is all the time and it has made her become like my daughter" I explained whilst getting into the elevator, seeing Blaine's sympathetic expression.
"It's still so sad she has to live with that though" He answered, finishing that conversation.
We arrived at the park 10 minutes later. It was a beautiful, sunny day.
The cemented floor was dusted with red, brown and green leaves that danced and swirled around each other in the wind as Blaine and I walked through the middle of them. The sun shone lightly through the branches on the trees and making everything glow and look beautiful. The birds were chirping away in the trees, making me smile, becoming even more excited about seeing my girls after almost 2 months.
As we rounded the corner, I spotted them! My heart swelled at the sight. Rachel was sat on the end of the bench, with Quinn next to her.
"That's them" I said, nudging Blaine, and pointing towards the bench. Blaine's face lightened up as he followed my gaze. He looked nervous. I squeezed his hand reassuringly, blushing at the contact. Surprisingly, he tightened the grip on my hand and returned the gesture. He didn't seem to want to let go, and who was I to complain.
We began to make our way towards the pair, our hands still firmly clasped together and a smile plastered to both of our faces.
"Rachel! Quinn! Over here" I shouted from down the path and waved with the hand that wasn't clasped with Blaine's. The both turned their heads to look at us, their lips pulling up into dazzling smiles at the pair of us.
Rachel immediately began running towards us, Quinn not far behind her, wheeling frantically.
"Oh my God, Kurt, I've missed you so much" she flung her arms around my neck and clung to me like a lifeline. I reluctantly let go of Blaine's hand to wrap my arms around Rachel's waist and spun her round.
"So you must be Blaine, Kurt's friend. It's lovely to meet you" I heard Quinn say beside me as she held her hand out for Blaine to shake. She smiled even more as Blaine dodged the hand and went in to give her a hug.
"It's lovely to meet you too, Quinn" Blaine answered joyfully as he pulled back from the hug, laughing. I pulled back from Rachel's embrace.
"I missed you too, Rach, you'll have to tell me all about your honeymoon! Quinn, it's lovely to see you!" I said, leaning down and pulling Quinn in to a hug like Blaine had done moments before. As I was hugging Quinn, Rachel talked Blaine. The flung her arms around his neck loosely, smiling, but soon tightened her grip to give him one of her famous Rachel berry crushers!
"It's so nice to meet you, Blaine; I've been looking forward to it all day. Well, since Kurt told me this morning." She added at the end, pulling back and setting her heels back on the floor, after having to stand on her tip toes to embrace Blaine, even though Blaine wasn't particularly tall himself! I heard Blaine laugh beside me which made me smile.
"It's so great to see you Quinn, how are you?" I asked Quinn as I was pulling back from her embrace. As she was smiling that toothy smile, I guessed she was.
"Yeah, I'm great thanks Kurt! How about you, that man anything special?" she gestured towards where Blaine and Rachel were talking away. I blushed which she noticed; obviously!
"No, Quinny, he's just my friend, but he is gay. I call that progress!" I answered coyly, winking at her. She winked back at me and smiled.
"Well" she said clapping her hands together "are we going for this walk or not?"
Everyone giggled at Quinn's boldness and I went over to Rachel and linked arms with her. Blaine took his place beside Quinn's wheelchair, and after asking permission to push her, he took his place behind the wheelchair and began talking to her whilst pushing her, and I couldn't help but listen in.
"So Blaine, what do you do?"Quinn asked, sounding interested. I half listened to what Rachel was saying beside her but was honestly more interested in what Quinn and Blaine were discussing.
They were now walking over the bridge, the water running gently underneath, creating a nice rhythm. Kurt would never get over the sheer beauty of New York or central park. The clean smell of the air that you couldn't find anywhere else in New York and the way the trees lined the path perfectly.
"I'm unemployed at the moment, but I went to Harvard, the law school. I've been offered a record deal... but I don't know if I'll take it or not. I mean there are plenty of other opportunities, but I would love to do it" Blaine answered.
"Wow...that's just... wow! Blaine you should take it. That's an amazing opportunity! So how do you know Kurt; I mean, how did you meet?" Quinn interrogated. Blaine chuckled again at her boldness; what Quinn was most famous for.
"We met because Kurt is buying my shop; well, dad and I's shop, but it's mostly mine anyway. We are going to work on it together; Kurt offered to let me play at the shop, you know my guitar and piano."
"So, there's nothing going on between you two, you know, boyfriend?" Quinn asked him. I tried to decide whether to stop her there but decided against it. I wanted to know what Blaine's answer would be.
"No, nothing's going on, we're just good friends. But I am gay, so I don't know what might happen" he answered coyly, almost flirtingly.
"Well I think you two would be a lovely couple" Quinn finalised, making me smile fondly, nodding my head along to Rachel's words.
We walked and talked for about an hour more before we started to get hungry. The sky started to darken and the sun was setting behind the trees in the distance. The wind ruffled my hair soothingly as I walked to the rhythm of the flowing water underneath us, as we walked over the bridge.
Suddenly, I felt my hand enclose in warmth. I looked down to see my hand clasped tightly together with Blaine's. I smiled at the sight and looked up to meet his gaze on my face. His face morphed into a smile which I returned even more brightly.
I looked over at Quinn and Rachel as Rachel leaned down and kissed Quinn on the head from her place behind the wheelchair. It was over whelming how strongly I wanted to turn my head and kiss Blaine on the cheek but I stopped myself, if I was going to do this, I was going to so it slowly and right.
"I'm getting hungry now and my arms are hurting like hell. Could me maybe go for dinner?" me and Rachel nodded whilst Blaine didn't feel it was his place to say anything, but Quinn added, "would you like to join us Blaine?"
I beamed at her as Blaine looked up in surprise at her offer. What he really needed right now was a group of people that would accept him for who he was, strengths and weaknesses, and I was so happy that he was able to be a part of our lives.
"I...err...wow! Thank you so much for inviting me, Quinn that would be amazing. Are you sure that's okay, I mean I wouldn't want to be a burden" Blaine stammered, obviously shocked by the invitation. I squeezed his hand and gave him a smile.
"Honey, you could never be a burden" I replied softly. He blushed at my comment making me cheer inside at how he felt about my comment. He squeezed my hand back.
"I would be delighted to join you, and thank you for the offer" he answered. I did an out-loud squeal, making him chuckle and shake his head adorably.
"I for one think we should try that new Italian restaurant on 23rd avenue. That okay everyone?" Rachel asked, looking around at us as we nodded our heads and then down at Quinn, who nodded hers. "I can't wait to show you the pictures from our honeymoon!" Quinn groaned at this at put her head in her hands.
"Not the embarrassing ones though Rachel! You know I hate having my photo taken unexpectedly" Quinn said, wincing. I laughed as they carried on arguing lovingly.
"Their always like this" I whispered to Blaine who laughed at this.
"I think it's very sweet, arguing like a proper married couple" Blaine answered cheekily, looking over at them as they were walking in front of us. They were now arguing about who looked worse in their wedding photo. We both shook our heads fondly, our hands still clasped together as we followed them out of the park.
My favourite time in New York is at night. I feel as if when it lights up, something within me comes alive. I used to just stand on Brooklyn bridge and stare at the pure awe of the city I could now call my home. I had dreamt my whole life of coming to New York, an whilst Broadway had been disappointed, New York just got better and better. I never thought I could fell so at home in somewhere so big.
But here, walking down the street with two of my oldest friends in front of me, and my newest holding my hand, I had never felt more at home. It is a strange sensation, it's a feeling you get at the pit of your stomach that almost aches with how you feel. I hadn't felt like this since Alex, and see how that had ended up.
We stopped walking outside a small, painted red shop with a sign that read: Italiono. Original, I thought. But then again, I had no idea what I would call my shop, I was going to discuss that with Blaine at a later stage.
"Here it is", Rachel proudly announced, as if it were her best piece of art or something she herself had done. "Well, what do you think?"
"I think that I'm hungry" I answered and made my way towards the door, pulling Blaine along with me, not being able to get enough of that warmth that soared through me every time I came in contact with him.
We were seated at a table for four at the back of the restaurant where everything was quieter; me next to Blaine, Rachel opposite and Quinn on the end of the table, Rachel getting as close the her as humanly possible without sitting on her knee (which she obviously wanted to do). But what I was most focused on, was that Blaine was also sat extremely close to me.
Our thighs met in the middle of the seat and arms touched all along them, sending tingles up and down my body every time my mind wandered to how close we were sitting.
"Ooh, photo time" Rachel announced rubbing her hands together menacingly. She opened her purse and pulled out an impressive stack of photographs. I sighed audibly as she began to pass me them one by one, explaining each one which seemed to have a story to it.
Next to me, Blaine was chatting away with Quinn like they were old friends not seen each other in so long. I always knew they would be friends.
Soon our food arrived and Rachel still hadn't finished handing me pictures. Quinn confiscated a few, blushing as she did, Rachel's excuse being "Oh sorry sweetie, I didn't realise I had them all printed together".
The evening was a beautiful one, outside the shop and inside the shop. I loved how Rachel and Quinn included Blaine in every conversation that came up, making me beam at them every time they did. I had warned them before hand not to mention his family, and they seemed to have taken the hint.
We talked for hours and hours and hours until finally, Blaine looked at his watch, seeing it was half past eleven. He gasped at the time. I looked over to see the time and laughed at how late it was,(but then again, we were on to our 3rd coffee now).
"We had better get going girls, but it was so lovely to see you again, we have to do this more often. Here, let me give you some money towards the bi.." I was cut off by Rachel (who was obviously drunk after all that amoretti) who stuck her fingers in her ears and started singing, but it didn't matter, seen as we were the only people left in there.
"Don't you worry about that Kurtie pie! And put that wallet AWAY Blaine! It's on us! Right Quinn?" Rachel asked, leaning heavily on Quinn. Quinn nodded lazily as she yawned. I laughed at both of them, but still snuck some money on to the tray as they began to make their way out of the shop.
We said our goodbyes to the girls, Rachel weeping into my shoulder, even with the promise of seeing her again next week as she pushed Quinn off down the street, Quinn shouting wwwweee at the pace.
Me and Blaine linked arms and began walking back off down the street, my head on his shoulder as her wrapped an arm round me.
When we came to my building, I turned to him, even in my drunkenness feeling very slightly awkward.
"Thank you so much for today Kurt, I had and amazing time and I really want to spend more time with you!" he admitted sleepily. I giggled shyly and mad eto walk in the door, but he grabbed my wrist gently and pulled me back, pressing a gentle lingering kiss to my flushed, cold cheek, his warm, soft lips making their spot on my skin.
My whole face tingled as he shoved his hands deep in his pockets and began to walk away. Let's just say, I fell asleep smiling, my cheeks aching, touching the skin he had kissed every now and then just to make sure it was real.
This was definitely the best feeling ever.
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