A/N: / watch?v=ytLzxl4-mLw&ob=av2e ... at 38 seconds in - listen to this as the song starts...it makes it so much better!
Ok, so thinking back on it. Perhaps drinking glass after glass of wine, then stuffing ones face full of sugar packed deserts, wasn't the best idea the boys ever had.
Certainly not.
Which was why there were currently heading back to Kurt's apartment in a company car, after being deemed, 'to hyped-up to walk' by their security guards. Both men were acting up a little, finding it very amusing as the press camped outside the restaurant were to busy gawping at their glazed faces and stumbling feet to even snap a photo.
But still, funny how Mel had neglected to mention how giddy Kurt get's on high quantities of sugar. Although Blaine himself wasn't much better. (Though to his credit it was mainly the wine) After refusing most alcohol after a disastrous Warbler Party in senior year, he had only ever drunk small glasses of wine with meals, even then he never had more than 2 glasses...as opposed to the 4 and a half he'd downed that night. Kurt made him forget his limits...)
Kurt was babbling mindlessly to himself a Blaine stared out the tinted window of the car. Neither noticed they had even stopped until the driver wrenched open the door and half dragged them out.
Luckily the pap's hadn't arrived yet or as they got out the car there would have been some embarrassing crotch shot's to rival Paris Hiltons.
As Kurt and Blaine stumbled up to the doors to Kurt's apartment block, the not-so-stealthy photographers appeared. Some from cars similar to the one from which the men had just emerged, others from bright yellow taxi cabs, others even on foot. Looking decidedly tired, each with a thin sheen of sweat glistening atop their foreheads, looking like they had just run a marathon.
Kurt giggled as he nodded to the doorman, who himself was stifling laughter at the press. (Some of which were actually holding branches up to their faces and hiding behind plant pots... still not the best disguise for central Manhattan)
'I-I had a really great time tonight Blaine.' Kurt slurred, deliberately sloshing together his words as the bush-men drew closer. 'It- It was just...brilliant. Especially desert.' With that comment he threw in a saucy wink, and swung his hips rather explicitly
Blaine gulped, but laughed along with his friend, deciding to play the tipsy game too.
'Yes, it was rather.' Blaine said, loudly, before leaning in close to Kurt. His lips brushing against the shell of Kurt's ear as he whispered slowly. 'Those strawberries were positively ... orgasmic.'
Kurt spluttered. His mouth running almost instantly dry and his eyes bulging. Those were certainly words he never expected to hear from the oh-so-dapper Mr. Anderson.
'Blaine.' He hissed, dropping his overly flirtatious drunk act to scold his smirking friend. 'You can't just say that here. People could hear you.'
'Let them listen darling.' Blaine replied, still leaning right by Kurt ears. He blew a stream of warm air over lobe before darting back, leaving Kurt flustered and flushed as the door man sniggered.
Kurt huffed and grabbed hold of Blaine's jacket and dragged him right up to the automatic doors, which slid open with a gentle hiss. The door man gave the pair a nod of his hat as Blaine mouthed something obscene to him with a little finger point in Kurt's direction.
Kurt smacked Blaine's thigh with a shrill shriek as they doors closed behind them. The clear glass still leaving a plain view of outside, and one in for the reporters.
xXx
'Ok Blaine.' Kurt said smiling, completely dropping the giddy act. 'Now I can actually thank you. I really did have a great time. Even if this whole fake dating thing ends up not working, at least we can say we both ahd great fun right.''
Blaine grinned in response.
Blaine nodded with a flash of his dazzling smile slightly distracting Kurt .
'Y-yes...I mean...I for one, would never had ordered that desert, or that wine, or anything. You are getting me to try new things, widen my pallet.'
'I can think of something else that would 'widen you pallet.' Blaine murmured.
'Huh?' Kurt queried.
'Oh, nothing.' Blaine sing-songed with a sly smile, grabbing hold of Kurt's hand, entwining their fingers.
Kurt smiled in return as Blaine began to swing the joined arms lazily between them, gazing up at Kurt with admiration... (more like Adoration) in his eyes.
Kurt laughed as Blaine pulled him into his arms. So Kurt's back was pressed tight up against his chest, his arms wrapped loosely around Kurt's waist as they swayed in time to an invisible rhythm
The camera flashes cast an eerie glow inside the foyer as the men slow danced.
'We're giving them quite a show eh?' Kurt murmed, nodding his head towards the windows where the flashes still emanated.
Kurt nuzzled in closer to Blaine, resting his head back on Blaine's shoulder, relishing in the warmth the smaller mans chest emitted, his heart beat providing a natural rhythm for their synchronised sways, which continued for a good few minutes before Blaine's voice broke the silence.
xXx
'Your voice.' Blaine started to sing softly, his voice sending shivers down Kurt's spine. 'was the soundtrack of my summer,'
'Didn't know your unlike any other'.
'You'll always be my thunder.'
It was his song. The one Blaine had recorded, the one he was releasing to millions, the one that was currently making Kurt's heart leap.
'your eyes,'
'are the brightest of all the colours'
Blaine spun Kurt around until they were facing each other, bodies still pressed tightly together, each gazing intently at the other.
'I don't want to ever love another.'
Blaine leant closer, his nose just a breath away from Kurt's.
'You'll Always be My thunder.'
He pressed his nose up against Kurt's. Kurt's eyelids fluttered shut, his heart palpitating rapidly as his breathing shuddered to a halt.
'So bring...on the rain.'
Another camera flash.
'Let's give them a real show!' Blaine whispered, raising his hand up to cup Kurt's cheek.
'And bring on the Thunder.'
With the end of the line, Blaine surged forwards and captured Kurt's lips with his own.
At first there was nothing, no movement, just skin on skin, but then Kurt's lips were pressing back against his, and suddenly nothing else seemed to matter. Blaine gasped lightly before pressing further, kissing Kurt with everything he had. His other hand snaking around Kurt's neck, pulling Kurt deeper into the kiss, feeling Kurt's hands lightly gazing his waist and thigh.
Kurt broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against Blaine's and sighing contentedly. He finally understood what it felt like to be drunk on happiness (that and alcohol) - the sensation of Blaine's breath, mingling with his own, adding to his serene feeling of bliss.
It didn't matter that this was pretend, that they were meant to be faking it. Because in that moment nothing felt more real. Neither Kurt, nor Blaine, could think of anything to say. The cameras outside were having a field day, and the doorman had a huge, smug smile brimming his face. Everyone was happy in that instance, so they boys simply smiled, and leaned into kiss again.