I knew right there that you'd be mine and we'd be dancing the whole damn night.
"I feel stupid," Blaine said.
"You look amazing," Kurt said. He pulled Blaine by the arm into the banquet that Vogue was throwing. It was a forties themed banquet, complete with servers in garb from that decade. The boys quickly found their table and admired how elaborately the hall was decorated.
Their dinner was served, and then Isabelle got up on stage to say a few words. "I am so happy everyone could make it to our annual celebration! We're going to conclude the night with some dancing! We've even brought in a band! Have a wonderful time!" She hopped off the stage and several people went to the floor to dance.
Blaine avoided Kurt's eyes and picked at his dessert.
"Do you want to dance?" Kurt asked him.
Blaine looked up, instantly a mistake. He couldn't resist the eagerness in Kurt's eyes. He sighed. "Sure. Why not," he said.
Kurt grinned and pulled him to the dance floor.
At first Blaine felt so embarrassed. There were executives from Vogue watching his fiancée have a great time, and he just felt awkward.
Kurt nudged him. "Come on!" Kurt said. "What have you got to lose?"
Blaine knew that he was right. He loosened up a little bit, and ended up having a wonderful time.
Once the party was winding down, the boys took their coats, called a cab, and went outside. "I really did have a great time tonight," Blaine said to Kurt.
"Good. I'm so glad you did," Kurt said. They waited outside in the warm spring air for their cab.