Hello lovely people! So I have been getting a lot of comments on one of my chapters (113 - Kidney) that I should make that one into a full-length story. If anyone would be interested in reading something like that, either comment here or on that chapter or PM me and if I see a lot of interest, I'll write one :-) Okay now onto today's story...
"Kurt, I can't believe you got me into this party," Blaine said in astonishment. Blaine had always been planning on coming to New York this weekend, but a few days prior, Kurt had called him, ordering him to bring his nicest tuxedo. They now stood at Vogue's yearly employee appreciation party. It was the fanciest thing either of them had ever been to.
"Well I couldn't show up without a date," Kurt said. They were huddled together, not knowing anyone else at the party besides Isabelle, who they knew had much more important people to talk to.
A waiter walked over to them, carrying a tray of tiny champagne glasses. "Cocktail?" he asked.
"No, thank you," Kurt said.
"Kurt, we're being offered drinks by men in white gloves wearing tuxedos and carrying silver platters. This is too fancy for us," Blaine whispered, laughing.
"I know. But this is so cool!"
People started heading to their seats for the dinner. It consisted of a very small bird of some sort in sauce that reeked of alcohol with vegetables.
"What's the kids' option?" Blaine whispered to Kurt.
Kurt laughed. They picked at the peculiar food. It was hardly enough. "We can order a pizza when we get home," Kurt whispered.
"Thank you," Blaine replied.
An orchestra started playing slow, beautiful classical music and women in long gowns and men in tuxedos got up to dance together.
"Want to dance?" Kurt asked.
"Of course," Blaine replied. One of Blaine's favorite things was dancing with Kurt. The music was consistently slow, but they loved the peacefulness in such an unusual environment. As uncomfortable as the whole night had been, there was nowhere they would have rather been than in each others' arms.