A/N:Thanks to LikeADCriss who finally got me back from case of chronic writers block!
Previously: 'Kurt. Don't worry about me. I will be fine, you however.' Blaine hummed in thought. 'I expect a full explanation to this freak out after dinner,' Kurt nodded reluctantly. 'But in the mean time, we have a date to get ready for.'
Blaine leant in and wrapped his arms around the taller man in a tight embrace, with Kurt returned with only a slight hesitance.
'Come on' he whispered into Kurt's ear as his head rested on the man's shoulder. 'Let's go and have some fun. You deserve it.'
xXx
'To us.' Blaine said, raising his wine glass into the air, the liquid slopping around dangerously.
Kurt grinned and mimicked the movement. 'To us.'
They clinked their glasses together and laughed jovially as the both sipped at their drinks.
Another flash went off, and Kurt and Blaine pretended, once again, to be unawares. Which was quite hard, considering that that must have been at least the 10th to come from the same camera man, squatting on a table just offset from the rooms centre.
Non of the paparazzi had particularly good disguises. All were clad in the typical, fedora and black tie suit, which would have seemed suitable to most. But not Kurt, who instantly recognised the shabby imitations as cheap $40 knock offs of his favourite brands. The one man who had the decency to wear one of Pavarotti's pieces, certainly impressed Kurt though. He even made sure that particular man got an extra special shot of himself and Blaine holding hands and playing footsie. (which he was playing for purely professional reasons, certainly not because he was entranced by the way Blaine's muscles rippled beneath his toes...not at all, never...)
To be frank however. Kurt really was beginning to struggle with his feelings for Blaine. All this flirtiness and doting looks were getting to him, and not in a good way. He had long since thrown out the window any thoughts of finding love and happiness with the man, especially since Blaine seemed to harbour no romantic feelings for him at all.
But Blaine's behaviour this evening was starting to make Kurt question everything he previously thought.
He had a huge, irrevocable crush on Mr. Anderson, and it didn't seem to be fading any time soon, that Kurt was undoubtedly sure of. But that was not what worried him; In fact, the thing Kurt feared most, was actually falling in love with the man. Yes, he loved him. But to actually be in love with him. That was a whole other story, and one he wasn't hoping to read anytime soon.
All he had to do, was keep calm, professional, and not let that adorable smile, or those great big pools of hazel in his eyes, and that luxurious hair and his slender figure, or perfect chest or- Yes, those things. Not to let them distract him. If he began to fall further, he would have to call the dating game off. He couldn't handle it if he fell and Blaine wasn't there to catch him. He couldn't be hurt again.
xXx
'Penny for your thoughts?' Blaine asked, a small smirk gracing his face when Kurt snapped out of his day dreams.
'Huh?' Kurt said, shaking his head surreptitiously, trying to remove all Blaine centred thoughts from his brain. (especially the ones about christening the tabled they were seated at...I said shut up brain)
'Kurt? You ok in there? Earth to Kurt!.' Blaine chuckled, as Kurt gazed at him with confusion.
'Ok. I have no idea what you were saying earlier. So I'm going to sit here, and pretend I understand. Do continue dear Blaine.' He said, propping his chin up on clasped hands.
'I wasn't actually saying anything.' Blaine confessed. 'Just admiring the view.' He flashed Kurt a cheeky smile and Kurt flushed deeply.
'You shouldn't turn all creeper on me Anderson. ' Kurt said, avoiding Blaine's eye contact. 'Not when I am clearly not paying attention.'
'Exactly. Why waste a perfect opportunity?'
See, it was times like these that Kurt really struggled. Was Blaine legitimately flirting with him, or was he just playing the part. Seriously, his brain was about to haemorrhage from so much stress and confusion.
Kurt groaned, and looked up at the ceiling imploringly. The ceiling did not respond. The arrogant jerk, great, now Kurt was taking out his sexual frustration on inanimate objects.
'Kurt. Hello, you still in there gorgeous?' Blaine asked as Kurt began to zone out again. 'I said I was admiring the view'
'Blaine.' Kurt hissed. 'People can hear you!' he blush remained painted on his cheeks as Blaine grinned.
'Isn't that the point? Aren't we meant to be oh so young and in love, my darling, my beloved, apple of my eye, star in my sky, cherry on my pie, catcher in my-'
'T-that's enough Blaine.' Kurt stressed, trying to hold back giggles as Blaine began to make extravagant had gestures to illustrate his point.
Blaine just reached out instead and grabbed a hold of Kurt's hand. Causing the young man to startle, before relaxing into the touch. Blaine began to caress the thumb knuckle on Kurt's hand, making the most ludicrous sex eyes Kurt had ever seen. All jiggling eye brows and pouting, taking the absolute piss as Kurt struggled not to burst out laughing.
xXx
'Waiter.' Blaine cried suddenly, as a short man with slicked back hair, and coated in black and white strolled by, clutching a tray.
' Sir?' The man replied, halting and sliding up to the table where the two men were sat, still holding hands.
'Could we please get the most expensive desert on the menu.' He smiled. 'I don't care what it is, just make it large enough for two... and chock-blocked with sweetness, just like my boyfriend.'
Kurt spluttered, but the waiter simply nodded and walked away. Shaking his head in amusement.
Kurt on the other hand wasn't as amused with Blaine's antics.
'Blaine,' he hissed as the older man laughed into his wine glass at the death stare Kurt was sensing him. 'Do you have any idea what this will do to me. I will bloat like a balloon, and then I'll look a state for my show...wait..are you doing this so you'll upstage me. You'll stay good looking and skinny, Oh I'm onto you Anderso-'
'Kurt.' Blaine chuckled. 'I would never upstage you.' Kurt raise an eyebrow, as if to say Oh really? 'One, your drama queen attitude puts you in the spotlight anywhere,' Kurt snorted. 'And two, how could a bum like me ever look better than the fabulous Kurt Hummel.' Kurt's eyes widened. 'You could be morbidly obese and covered in acne, yet somehow you would still be gorgeous'
Kurt really didn't know how to respond to that. Scared he would say something stupid, he simply settled with just smiling appreciatively at Blaine and waiting in comfortable silence for the desert.
xXx
'Oh Sweet Jesus! What is that?' Kurt exclaimed, as their waiter reappeared, cradling a colossus silver platter in his hands.
On the dish were a variety of exquisite deserts. Mountains of ice-cream, pools of sweet sorbets, a divine and crispy Crème Brule. With slices of glazed fruit decorated the remaining space. Chocolate covered strawberries, bunches of plump, juicy grapes drizzled in syrup and all kinds of exotic produce Kurt had never seen before.
'This looks...amazing.' Blaine trilled. Instantly scooping up some grapes as soon as the plate touched the table and practically pouring them onto his tongue.
'Mmmmn, these are divine Kurt, seriously try them!' Blaine said, scooping up more and depositing them, less than gracefully into his gawking mouth.
'Blaine, you are forgetting your manners!' Kurt teased as he took his silver spoon into one of the sorbets.
'MMmmn.' Was all Blaine could reply with, his mouth currently too preoccupied with wolfing down desert to be in any way eloquent.
Kurt brought up another spoonful of sorbet to his lips, as Blaine's Blaine fingers closed around a grape.
A flash went off.
An idea planted itself it Blaine's mind.
'Hey Kurt.' He half whispered, leaning in across the table. 'You have got to try this.'
'Mn a mimmt Mlaine.' Kurt mumbled, mouth half full.
'No, no. Now. Seriously, swallow now, and try this.'
Kurt did his best to obey, ignoring the sting of brain freeze as the sorbet slid down his throat. He coughed slightly, but finished non the less.
'Ok, I swallowed-'
'That's what she said.' Blaine murmured with a chuckle.
'huh?'
'Nothing!'
'...right, we'll as I said, I'm done. So hand over this taste sensation grape then.' Kurt said, extending his hand to pluck the grape form Blaine's grip.
Blaine snatched the fruit away, earning a scowl from Kurt.
'Nuh, uh. Open wide.' Blaine said, eye brows raising suggestively as he waved the grape before Kurt.
'Wha- oh no Blaine.' Kurt whined, but with a faint smile playing at his lips.
'Come on Kurtie.' Blaine said, pouting. 'Please.'
'Seriously Blaine, Kurtie? That will get you nowhere.'
'Pretty please' Blaine pleaded, putting his puppy dog eyes on full.
Don't look into the eyes Hummel...resist...use your powers to escape the intense pull of, ooh so pretty, they go all gold in this light...ooh...no, snap out of it man.
Hand, this is brain, slap him if he looks back in the eyes...
...so pretty
*Slap.*
Oi, thigh to hand, seriously, that was uncalled for. Just look at the eyes man, they are amazing, resistance is futile. We have established this many times.
Brain and hand to thigh...traitor!
Kurt sighed. 'Fine. Come here.'
He leant forward and opened his mouth a fraction. Blaine brought his hand to meet Kurt's parted lips and slowly pressed the grape against them.
A storm of camera flashes went off. But again, both men acted oblivious.
There was slight resistance from Kurt, so Blaine pushed the fruit forward a little harder. He couldn't help but think what those lips would look like round a different- NO. Shut it Anderson... Blaine felt his mouth dry up, as he gulped nervously.
Kurt wasn't helping matters when his tongue flicked out to pull the grape into his awaiting mouth. It gently skimmed Blaine's finger as it went. Leaving a tiny, damp streak that Blaine's body was going berserk about.
Especially down below, which had suddenly become rather...uncomfortable.
Kurt just shot Blaine a wink, and licked his lips as he pulled back. Blaine shuddered already missing their closeness, but thankful that his, 'problem' wasn't obvious.
Oh, two can play at the teasing game Hummel. He thought as he eyed the remaining deserts.
xXx
Around 20 minutes later, and the platter was almost empty. Kurt had gingerly helped himself to remaining slithers of the desert while Blaine just gobbled it all up. It had turned out to be a rather enjoyable meal...
Until the moaning started.
Blaine plucked the last strawberry from the platter and raised it to his lips, eyeing Kurt carefully.
He slowly let his tongue flick out and sample the cuisine, releasing an overly exaggerated moan as he savoured the taste.
Kurt glanced up at the strange sound, and his eyes went wide, immediately entranced in the incredibly suggestive show Blaine's mouth was putting on.
Blaine began to slowly swirl his tongue around the tip of the fruit, slowly lapping away at the chocolate.
Kurt tried very hard to look away and stare back down at his hands, or the platter, or anywhere that wasn't Blaine mouth, as more explicit moans fled his lips.
God, it sounded like a low budget porn set at their table Kurt thought as his eyes flickered back to Blaine. But oh how he wished he was that strawberry..
Blaine just winked, and began to suck the strawberry deeper into his mouth, gently biting down and letting the juices stain his lips.
Oof, Kurt's jeans were becoming rather uncomfortably tight right now. But it didn't stop Blaine as he began twisting the fruit around, eyes boring down on Kurt at all times, knowing exactly what he was doing to the younger man, and revelling in the power he had over him.
Kurt began to swift In his seat, willing away his little problem (with thoughts of the photo of Rachel he had once found in Finns desk, clad in a very unattractive pair of panties, with only stuffed animals covering her chest. Not something he ever wanted to see...oh the hours of extensive retail therapy he had needed to recover.)
When Kurt looked back up, Blaine was just finishing his explicit strawberry porn show, and was swallowing the thing for good. Kurt watched as his Adams apple bobbed in his throat, and heard the satisfied pop his lips made once he finished.
Kurt let out a small whimper, and quickly summoned over their waiter.
'Cheque please.' He managed to squeak before silencing himself in fear of letting out any more embarrassing sounds.
Blaine just smirked, please with a job well done. He had successfully, sexually frustrated Kurt. Sweet revenge, Now his plan could advance and he could make a move.
TBC...
A/N: Sorry this was so short, I wanted to upload before my Wi-fi cuts off.
Just a little message. I was in cornwall for a few days, and guess who I bumped into...ROB BRYDON (looks around to see if anyone knows who I'm talking about...Go google him) By the way, by bumped into, i literally mean we walked right into each other, it was most embarrassing.