I'm so sorry that this wasn't up yesterday... I didn't realize how long it would take me! Now that I know, I need to get moving! There are still quite a few episodes to go, and I have a feeling they're going to get even longer as our boys officially get together! I have quite a few little scenes planned for them once they're boyfriends. It's what made me want to write this in the first place! (Also, don't forget to submit ideas if you have any! You can PM me here, or send me a message on Tumblr - same username as here. Whatever you want, really!)
This episode is a huge turning point for Kurt and Blaine! By the end, Blaine knows that Kurt has feelings for him, and they both know that singing a sexually suggestive song to your crush at their place of employment can only lead to disappointment. ;)
Most of this is from Kurt's point-of-view, because Blaine is just being his adorable, innocent self for most of this episode. It's Kurt who has to be emotionally tormented the whole time!
Oh, and relating to the previous chapter/episode... if you didn't catch Blaine's pocket watch on the show, don't worry. It's only in the shot for a moment during 'Never Been Kissed'. When Kurt and Blaine first meet and Blaine turns around at the bottom of the stairs, he's got a pocket watch in his hand. :)
(I do not own Glee or any of the characters, dialogue, or songs from the show. It's all just for fun!)
KURT
In line at the Lima Bean, Kurt caught sight of one particularly tacky Valentine's Day-themed plush toy. He stepped forward to pick it up and turned back to Blaine.
"Okay, I'm all for flair, but these Valentine's Day decorations are just tacky," he said, "I mean, what the hell is this supposed to be?"
To his surprise, Blaine's face softened. "It's clearly puppy love," Blaine answered, "It's cute, come on."
Kurt rolled his eyes, and as he moved to put the plush back on the shelf it emitted the sound of a kiss and a high-pitched "I love you!". "Oh, okay... that's creepy," Kurt quickly put it down.
"Adorable," Blaine assessed.
"It's a simple excuse to sell candy and greeting cards on a holiday," Kurt said skeptically as he moved to stand beside Blaine.
"Not true," Blaine countered. "People have been celebrating Valentine's Day for centuries. And call me a hopeless romantic, but it's my favorite holiday."
"Really?" Kurt furrowed his brow at his friend, but he felt butterflies in his stomach as Blaine declared himself a hopeless romantic.
"I think there's something really great about a day where you're encouraged to just lay it all on the line and say to somebody 'I'm in love with you'," Blaine said sincerely.
Kurt's heart flipped as Blaine looked directly at him and said those words. He just stared at Blaine for a moment until the other boy continued.
"You know?" Blaine reinforced his statement, "And this year I want to do something really radical, so I need your opinion on this." He took a deep breath. "There's this guy that I sort of... like. And I've only known him for a little while, but I want to tell him that I think my feelings are starting to change into something... deeper. So, I have to ask. Do you think it's too much to sing to somebody on Valentine's Day?"
Kurt hoped that his knees would continue to hold him up. "Not at all," he managed to answer.
Blaine, oblivious to Kurt's rapidly pounding heart and runaway imagination, stepped up to the counter to order.
"Uh, a medium drip and a grande nonfat mocha for this guy. And maybe I can get him to split one of those cupid cookies."
Kurt decided that this was quite possibly the best day of his entire existence. He fluttered his eyes as he turned to gape at Blaine. "You know my coffee order?"
"Of course I do," Blaine scolded.
Kurt started to dig through his bag for money to pay for his drink, but Blaine stopped him. "Don't even bother, dummy. It's on me."
Blaine gave him a flirty glance, and Kurt felt an intense urge to jump up and down. Instead, he stepped forward. "I do believe I have a new favorite holiday," he said to the woman at the register, unable to contain himself. He giggled, and hurried after Blaine.
"I've still got to think about the whole song thing," Blaine said as they sat down, "So for now..." he shook his head playfully at Kurt, "you'll have to wait and see."
Kurt nodded, trying to contain his excitement.
"So what about you?" Blaine asked. "Do you have special plans for Valentine's Day?"
"No," Kurt squeaked. Blaine looked satisfied, and Kurt felt like he was going to explode all over the shop. He kept his hands clasped around his coffee cup to keep from fidgeting.
"I can't believe you don't like Valentine's Day," Blaine scolded gently. "I mean, you love musicals, and they're very grandiose. You mean to tell me that you wouldn't swoon to the floor if you were serenaded at like Christian serenades Satine in Moulin Rouge?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "There is a difference between a grand romantic gesture – yes I would, by the way – and a grand romantic gesture brought on by some arbitrary societal holiday designed to make you feel guilty if you don't."
Blaine smiled. "I see. So, in order to romance Kurt Hummel you have to serenade him by sneak attack."
A small, slightly hysterical giggle escaped Kurt's lips. "I am a glutton for unexpected public embarrassment, what can I say?" he answered, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.
"Huh," Blaine answered vaguely, sipping his coffee.
"Would you excuse me for a moment?" Kurt asked, attempting to remain calm. "Restroom."
"I'll be here when you get back!" Blaine said dramatically. Kurt laughed, and had to force himself not to sprint away. Once the door slammed behind him and he made sure there were no other people in the restroom, he let out a squeal of happiness and jumped up and down, quietly clapping his hands.
He turned to look at his flushed reflection in the mirror over the sink.
"Kurt Hummel's going to have a date for Valentine's Day," he announced.
KURT
Kurt had been attempting to complete his homework in the comfortable chair in the hallway of Dalton's music building all afternoon, but he couldn't focus. All he could think about was Blaine, and their conversation in line at the Lima Bean. He had given up on academics, opting instead to draw a heart pierced by Cupid's arrow with his name and Blaine's inside.
"Hey, whatcha doing?"
At the sound of Blaine's voice, Kurt's heart lurched. He slammed his notebook shut, panicking inside at the thought of Blaine seeing the doodle.
"Nothin'," Kurt said breathlessly, trying to look as innocent as possible. "Just, ah, daydreamin'. Plotting weekend outfits."
"Well, come on," Blaine said, also a little breathless, "You're gonna want to see this. I've called an emergency meeting of the Warblers council."
Kurt tried to slow his racing heart as he stood up. "Sounds serious," he commented on Blaine's demeanor and term "emergency meeting".
"Let's hope not," Blaine said, reaching out to hang on Kurt's shoulders as they walked, "Just need to ask them a tiny little favor."
They walked in comfortable silence to the room where the Warblers' were waiting.
"Hey guys," Blaine greeted everyone as they entered. He smiled at Kurt, who moved to sit down on one of the couches in the room. Blaine sat in a chair against the wall. Everyone turned to look at Wes.
"This emergency meeting is called to order," Wes announced. "Junior member Blaine Anderson, the floor is yours."
Blaine stood up. He looked nervous. Kurt didn't know how to feel. He applauded momentarily before realizing that nobody else was doing so.
"Esteemed council," Blaine said formally, "I'll be brief. Simply put, I'm in love."
There was a murmur of approval in the room, and Kurt could not hold back his excitement. Blaine was looking right at him.
"I'm not really good at talking about my feelings," Blaine continued. "I'm much better at singing them. But still, I could use a little help. Which is why I'm asking to enlist the Warblers to help serenade this individual, in song." He paused briefly. "Off campus."
As the Warblers voiced their displeasure, Kurt felt like he was going to have a heart attack. A million different fantasy scenarios raced through his mind, and it took all of his self-control not to leap off the couch.
"I know what I'm asking is slightly unusual..." Blaine attempted to justify his request, but the Warblers were not convinced.
"The Warblers haven't performed in an informal setting since 1927, when the Spirit of St. Louis overshot the tarmac and plowed through seven Warblers during an impromptu rendition of Welcome to Ohio, Lucky Lindy," Wes informed the group.
"Why would we even consider what you're asking?" David challenged.
Blaine looked exasperated. "I firmly believe that our reticence to perform in public nearly cost us a trip to Regionals," Kurt nodded his encouragement as Blaine continued. "We're becoming privileged porcelain birds–"
The Warblers did not appreciate that assessment. "You mock us, sir!" Thad's voice rose above the others. Kurt looked around excitedly. This was the most animated he had seen the group, and it added to the energy he was already feeling about Blaine's proposition and what it might mean for their relationship.
"Thad, David... I will have order!" Wes demanded.
Kurt could not resist joining the conversation. "May I please say something?" he begged, raising his hand high in the air. Everyone turned to look at him, and he took their silence as permission. He stood up. "With respect, I believe Blaine has a point," he said, "The Warblers are so concerned with image and tradition that sometimes I feel like we miss out on opportunities to step outside our comfort zones. When I was on New Directions, we performed in front of hostile crowds pretty much anywhere we went. I mean, mattress stores, shopping malls... I had a cat thrown at me in a nursing home once." The Warblers laughed lightly at the anecdote, and Kurt hoped that he would inspire them to help Blaine. "But it gave us confidence. It kept us loose," he finished. Blaine nodded in appreciation.
"And where would this performance take place?" Wes asked. Kurt felt his heart flutter as he realized that they were considering Blaine's request. Everyone turned to Blaine for the answer.
"The GAP. At the North Hills mall," Blaine said. "I'd like to call it... The Warblers' GAP Attack."
Kurt racked his brain for the significance of the GAP. He was sure that he had never been in that store with Blaine before.
"Why the GAP?" He asked excitedly.
"The guy that I like is a junior manager," Blaine said happily.
Kurt felt devastation crushing every inch of his body. He could vaguely hear someone asking who was in favor of aiding Blaine in the GAP Attack. He couldn't move.
Wes slammed his gavel on the table, ripping Kurt out of his internal angst, "Okay then, it's decided."
The room erupted with voices; everyone wanted to comment on the new plan. Kurt let his head fall forward into his hands in despair.
"Kurt," Blaine's alarmed voice was suddenly loud and close, "are you okay?"
Kurt let out a loud groan as he sat up. Blaine was crouched in front of him, his face scrunched with concern.
"Yes," Kurt said sharply, straightening his tie.
"Good," Blaine said happily. He stood up. "Because I definitely need you for this."
Kurt wanted to sink into the floor and die.
"Hey man," Jeff spoke up, raising his voice so he could be heard above the sea of voices, "what song?"
Blaine sighed, his eyes unfocused for a moment, and Kurt wanted to rip the wistful expression off his face.
"He loves Robin Thicke, so I was thinking... When I Get You Alone?" Blaine announced after his moment of contemplation.
Kurt's mouth dropped open before he could stop himself. "But–" he squeaked. Blaine looked down at him with a questioning glance, and Kurt just shook his head noncommittally.
The other Warblers were divided. A few of them were exchanging suggestive glances and high fives, while others looked dubious.
"I don't know," Wes spoke for the skeptics.
To Kurt's surprise, Thad laughed. "Let's vote on it," he offered with a smirk.
Wes had no argument against the other council member's logic. He sighed. "All in favor of Warbler Blaine's choice of Robin Thicke's When I Get You Alone for our off-campus performance?"
More than half of the boys in the room raised their hands immediately. Kurt rolled his eyes. "Juveniles," he muttered under his breath.
Thad looked smug as Wes was forced to acquiesce. "It's settled, then," he said with a crack of his gavel.
Blaine looked absolutely delighted. Kurt felt nauseated. He jumped up and headed for the door.
"Hey Kurt, wait!" Blaine's voice stopped him as he was reaching for the doorknob. Kurt closed his eyes briefly in desolation before he turned around to face Blaine.
"Wanna help me with the arrangement?" Blaine literally twirled in a circle as he strolled over, a huge smile on his face.
Kurt attempted to smile in return. "Sadly, no," he answered, "I've got a girls' night and I really must be going."
Blaine nodded. "Okay, well, have fun!" he stepped up to Kurt and clasped a hand on one of Kurt's shoulders. "Thanks for all of your help today."
"See you tomorrow," Kurt managed.
"Bye!" Blaine said brightly, turning away to consult with some of the other Warblers.
Kurt turned and rushed into the hallway, and he was on the phone before he reached the stairs.
"Mercedes," Kurt said gravely, "I need estrogen in my life. Tonight."
KURT
"Okay, guys," Blaine reminded the group before they reached the door to the GAP. "Just pretend like you're looking around at first. Let me make sure he's there."
Everyone voiced their understanding, and Kurt couldn't believe he had agreed to do this.
They received a few strange looks as they entered the store, all dressed the same. Blaine feigned nonchalance, moving to the side of the store to pretend to look at a rack of jackets. Kurt followed him.
"That's him," Blaine said almost immediately. "The blond one folding sweaters."
Kurt scrutinized the young man's appearance. He wasn't unattractive, and Kurt felt a surge of nearly uncontrollable jealousy.
"Hm, I can see the appeal... quite a head of hair." He attempted to sound encouraging.
"His name is Jeremiah. If he and I got married, the GAP would give me a 50% discount," Blaine said dreamily, and Kurt wondered why he was in love with Blaine in the first place.
After a moment, Blaine turned to look at Kurt. "This is insane. I don't know what I'm doing. We haven't even really gone out on a date. We shouldn't do this," he concluded, and he turned to leave.
Despite a strong urge to agree and skip out of the store with Blaine, Kurt knew that he had to go through with this. He would never be able to live with himself if he had to tell Blaine later that he had allowed the dark-haired boy to leave because he was insane with jealousy. Kurt grabbed Blaine's shoulders.
"Okay, come on, come on," he attempted a pep talk, "Man up. You're amazing. He's gonna love you."
I love you, Kurt thought desperately.
He pushed Blaine forward and moved to take his position. He watched Blaine signal the start of the song, and Kurt knew they had reached the point of no return. Blaine moved to follow Jeremiah as he began to sing.
Baby girl, where ya at?
Got no strings, got men attached
Jeremiah turned to look at Blaine, and, despite all of his jealousy, Kurt felt a surge of secondhand embarrassment. Jeremiah did not look impressed.
Can't stop that feeling for long, no
Mmmmmm
You're making dogs wanna beg
Breaking them off your fancy legs
But they make you feel right at home, now
Kurt saw that Blaine was slipping into performance mode. A few of the store's patrons were smiling, and Kurt hoped that was a good sign.
Oooohhhh
See, all these illusions just take us too long
And I want it bad
Because you walk pretty
Because you talk pretty
Because you make me sick
And I'm not leavin', till you're leavin'
Blaine was following Jeremiah around the store, now very much into the song. Jeremiah looked incredibly uncertain.
Oh I swear there's something when she's pumping
Asking for a raise
Blaine grabbed some pink sunglasses off the rack and put them on for a moment. Kurt shook his head, and secretly hoped that Blaine wouldn't break them in his excitement.
Well does she want me to carry her home now?
So does she want me to buy her things?
Blaine threw the sunglasses behind him to Jeff, who caught them and put them back on the rack. Kurt rolled his eyes at their theatrics.
On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my shirt
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?
When I get you alone
When I get you you'll know babe
Blaine and Jeremiah were now face-to-face, and any shred of hope Kurt had retained regarding this performance vanished. He wondered if someone would call the police.
When I get you alone
When I get you alone
Come on... yeah-yeah
Blaine rushed over and jumped onto a spinning display table to start the next verse of the song.
Baby girl you da shhhhh
That makes you my equivalent
Kurt had to stop singing to gape at the boy who he was hopelessly in love with. He felt an crushing mix of attraction and horror at the suggestive expression on Blaine's face.
You can keep your toys in the drawer tonight
All right
All my dawgs talkin' fast-
Aint you got some photographs?
'Cause you shook that room like a star, now
Yes you did, yes you did
All these intrusions just take us too long
And I want you so bad
Kurt leaned on a mannequin, feeling desperate. He had let himself believe that Blaine was going to all this effort for him, and watching it happen for another boy – who clearly didn't appreciate it – was horribly frustrating.
Because you walk city,
Because you talk city,
'Cause you make me sick
And I'm not leavin', till you're leavin'
So I pray to something she aint bluffin',
Rubbin' up on me
Well does she want me to make a vow?
Check it
Well does she want me to make it now?
On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my voice,
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?
Blaine jumped onto a large display table in the center of the store, and the Warblers gathered around him. Kurt stood off to the side and thought for a moment about their demeanor; even the boys who had been skeptical of this plan seemed to be enjoying it. Kurt hoped that their enthusiasm would save Blaine from what Kurt imagined was an inevitable rough landing.
When I get you alone
When I get you you'll know babe
When I get you alone
When I get you alone
Oooohhhh
Blaine jumped down from the table, grabbed some socks off a rack, and slid across the floor on his knees to where Jeremiah was standing behind the register. With a twirl, Blaine ended the song.
When I get you alone
The shoppers in the store applauded happily, but before Blaine or Jeremiah could say anything, a mall security guard approached the dark-haired Warbler.
"Young man," the security guard said sternly, "you and your friends need to leave."
Blaine looked surprised, and Jeremiah took the opportunity to disappear to the staff-only area.
"Seriously," the guard said with a roll of his eyes. "I don't wanna call the cops on you kids... that was cute and all, and I don't see anything broken or damaged, so let's just settle with a stern warning, okay?"
Kurt hurried over and grabbed Blaine's arm. He nodded solemnly at the security guard. "I'll talk care of it, sir," he said crisply. Blaine seemed to be in a trance as Kurt pulled him away through the door to the sidewalk outside. The rest of the Warblers followed.
"Great job, man!" Jeff said excitedly, forcing Blaine into a high five. The rest of the Warblers seemed equally energized, and Kurt wanted to strangle them all.
"You guys go on," Kurt said authoritatively. "I think we're going to wait... but it's probably best if it's not a crowd."
Wes understood. "Kurt's right," he said, "See you back at Dalton." He nodded at Kurt, and Kurt could see the silent "I'm sorry" in the other boy's eyes. Kurt couldn't resist a wink in return.
As the rest of the Warblers departed, Kurt forced Blaine to put on his jacket, hat, and scarf. They couldn't wait inside – the result of being banished by the security guard – and Blaine looked like he might freeze to death if someone didn't remind him to bundle up.
Once they were both in warmer layers, Kurt steered Blaine over to a bench. They sat down together, and the silence was deafening.
"Was it too much?" Blaine finally asked, despair in his voice. Kurt gave him a meaningful look, and Blaine answered his own question. "It was too much."
Kurt was prepared to wait for a while for Jeremiah to emerge from the store, so he was surprised when the young man suddenly appeared, already bundled into his jacket. Kurt felt his heart clench for Blaine. He hoped that Jeremiah would let him down gently.
Blaine jumped up. "Jeremiah, hey."
"What the hell were you doing?" the blond boy asked, but it was more of an accusation than a question.
"What?" Blaine said innocently. Kurt couldn't see his face.
"I just got fired," Jeremiah revealed, "You can't just bust a groove in the middle of someone else's workplace."
"But they loved it," Blaine tried to argue.
"Well my boss didn't. And neither did I." Jeremiah lowered his voice. "No one here knows I'm gay."
Kurt felt smug, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. He leaned forward to interrupt. "Can I be honest? Just with the hair... I think they do."
Jeremiah did not respond. He turned back to Blaine.
"Blaine, let's just be clear here. You and I got coffee twice. We're not dating. And if we were I'd get arrested because you're underage." He reached out to pat Blaine's arm, and then he was gone.
Blaine turned slightly so Kurt could see his face as Jeremiah walked away, and Kurt had to smother the surge of victory he felt at the removal of the young man as a rival for Blaine's affection. He would call Mercedes and gloat about it later, but he could see that the rejection had crushed Blaine.
Blaine turned to look at Kurt for help, and Kurt scrunched his face sympathetically.
"I don't want to talk about it," Blaine said suddenly. Kurt raised his eyebrows as Blaine's face transitioned from sad to upset. "Let's just go," Blaine huffed dramatically, and he turned and marched off in the direction of the car. Kurt leapt up to chase after him.
They rode in silence back to Dalton. Kurt was glad that he was driving, because Blaine kept sighing heavily and fidgeting in his seat, and Kurt imagined that he wouldn't be able to concentrate particularly well.
They did not live on the same floor, so there came a point when Kurt had to leave Blaine to go on to his room alone. They stopped briefly at the doorway to Blaine's floor, and Kurt chewed on his lip for a moment as he decided what to say. Blaine looked terrible.
"Want to get coffee tomorrow and, maybe, talk about it?" Kurt asked gently. He reached out to adjust a curl of Blaine's hair that had escaped the gel when Blaine had removed his hat.
"Yeah, whatever," Blaine grumbled, but then he sighed. "Thanks for helping me do that," he finally made eye contact.
"What are friends for?" Kurt said with a wink.
"Coffee tomorrow, yeah." Blaine confirmed. "Maybe I'll be better company after a night of restless sleep." A small smile crept onto his face.
Kurt nodded. "See you tomorrow," he said.
"Thanks, Kurt," Blaine said, and he left Kurt to continue up the stairs.
KURT
Kurt didn't see Blaine again until they met at the coffee shop the next day. They had been forced to drive separately because Kurt was going to return to Burt and Carole's place for the weekend after their coffee date.
Blaine's face gave his mood away. He was irritable.
"So," Kurt said as they entered the shop, "how do you feel about it today?"
Blaine shook his head in frustration. "You mean it wasn't a dream?"
Kurt stifled a giggle. Blaine looked around at all the pink and red decorations with a scoff. "Ugh, don't they have anything here that isn't covered with stupid little hearts? Gross."
"Well you've certainly changed your tune," Kurt said, remembering their visit earlier in the week.
"I don't think I've ever made that big a fool of myself," Blaine said unhappily, "which is really saying something because I've performed at theme parks!" He sighed heavily. "I just– I can't believe I made it all up in my head."
Kurt hesitated briefly, but he remembered Blaine's words from their previous coffee date. I think there's something really great about a day where you're encouraged to just lay it all on the line and say to somebody 'I'm in love with you'.
"Okay, can I ask you something?" Kurt said carefully, "Because we've always been completely honest with each other..." Blaine turned to look at him, and Kurt knew that this could change everything. He pushed away his anxiety and continued. "You and I. We hang out. We sing flirty duets together. You know my coffee order... Was I supposed to think that was nothing?"
Blaine did not understand. "What do you mean?"
Kurt couldn't decide if he wanted to roll his eyes at Blaine's complete lack of observation or lean over and kiss him for being so adorably innocent. "I thought the guy that you wanted to ask out on Valentine's Day... was me," he confessed.
Blaine was speechless for a moment, and Kurt steeled himself for rejection.
BLAINE
Blaine felt like someone had reached inside his skull and shaken his brain. Kurt was his friend. Blaine had made a promise to himself the day he met the slim young man that he would take him under his wing. Help him to find his way. The thought of the two of them in a romantic relationship had never crossed his mind.
"Wow, I really am clueless," he concluded. He felt like his entire life needed to be pieced together again.
"Look, Kurt," Blaine continued in an attempt to explain to Kurt the emotions he was feeling, "I don't know what I'm doing. I pretend like I do. And I know how to act it out in song. But the truth is... I've never really been anyone's boyfriend."
"Me neither," Kurt admitted.
Blaine thought for a moment about how much Kurt meant to him. "Let me be really clear about something," he said to the other boy. "I really, really care about you. But as you and about twenty mortified shoppers saw... I'm not very good at romance." Blaine paused briefly. "I don't want to screw this up," he finished. He didn't want to lose Kurt as a friend over something like this.
"So it's just like When Harry Met Sally," Kurt said playfully. "But I get to play Meg Ryan."
"Deal," Blaine agreed, feeling a surge of affection for Kurt. He was going to have to examine what Kurt's feelings for him meant for their friendship, but this was Kurt's way of letting him know that they could continue as friends if Blaine didn't want something more. The two looked at each other for a minute, and Blaine thought about the film.
"Don't they, uh, get together in the end?" He asked, and Kurt just smiled cryptically and stepped forward to order.
"Could I get a nonfat mocha and a medium drip for my friend Billy Crystal."
Blaine knew that their friendship was as strong as ever. Kurt always made him feel better. When he was around Kurt, he felt like everything was better. "Ah, you know my coffee order," he teased.
Kurt looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know what?" he said, turning to look at Blaine, "I think I've got something for us to do on Valentine's Day."
KURT
"I'm so excited!" Kurt said nervously so only Blaine could hear him, pushing the other boy forward a little. "Now go, go! Get in your places, everyone!" He hurried over to the microphone.
"Testing, one, two, three. Testing, one, two, three. So, happy Valentine's Day everybody! For those of you Breadstix patrons who don't know who I am... I am Kurt Hummel, and welcome to my first ever Lonely Hearts Club dinner. Whether you are single with hope or madly in love and are here because I forced you to come out and support me, sit back and enjoy. And to all the singles out there: this is our year."
The Warblers began the song, and Kurt moved to stand behind Blaine before the soloist stepped forward to sing the song.
You'd think that people would've had enough of silly love songs
But I look around me and I see that isn't so
Oh no
Kurt felt happy as Blaine moved around the room, interacting with Kurt's friends from New Directions. The idea that Blaine could be friends with them too made Kurt feel like he could have it all; his old friends, his new friends, and a safe school environment. He thought for a moment about the day when he had first gone to Dalton, and how tormented he had felt. He could never have known that in the following months he would find all of this.
Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs
And what's wrong with that
I'd like to know
'Cause here I go again
I love you
Blaine smiled at Kurt as he sang. Kurt was grateful that Blaine had not rejected him outright after his admission in the coffee shop. Blaine had not expressed similar feelings, but he had not slammed the proverbial door in Kurt's face, either. Kurt was attempting to keep his expectations for their future low, but when Blaine looked at him he still felt his heart accelerate.
I love you
Love doesn't come in a minute
Sometimes it doesn't come at all
I only know that when I'm in it
It isn't silly
No it isn't silly
Love isn't silly at all
Kurt smiled, pleased that this public performance was going much more smoothly than the GAP Attack. He could tell that the members of New Directions and the other patrons of the restaurant were enjoying the show, and Kurt was especially glad for Blaine that there was no awkwardness.
Not at all
I love you
I love you
I can't explain the feeling's plain to me
Say can't you see
Ah, she gave me more
She gave it all to me
Now can't you see
The small audience cheered as the song ended, and Kurt caught a look of satisfaction from Blaine.
"So," Kurt slid over to speak in Blaine's ear, "I'm guessing that felt better than other performances that shall not be named?"
Blaine laughed. "You can say that again."
"Come on," Kurt grabbed his arm, "we're squeezing in at the table with Mercedes..." The other Warblers were already finding chairs and space at the small tables with various members of New Directions, but Kurt knew that Mercedes was saving space for him and Blaine.
"Great job, you guys!" Tina exclaimed as they pulled up chairs to join the table.
"Yeah," Mercedes said, leaning over to kiss Kurt's cheek, "you guys are all just adorable."
"Those uniforms..." Mike winked at Blaine, "Sexy." Everyone laughed.
"This is Mike and Tina," Kurt introduced the pair to Blaine. "And guys, this is Blaine."
"It's so nice to get to know all of you," Blaine said, "Kurt talks about you all the time."
There was a collective "awwww" from the members of New Directions at the table, and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"We love you, Kurt!" Brittany shouted from across the room. And suddenly everyone was shouting their love at him from all over the restaurant. He pretended to be embarrassed, hiding his face in his hands. When he peeked through his fingers, everyone laughed, and Kurt smiled widely. He couldn't bring himself to look at Blaine, but he could tell by the boy's body language beside him that he was smiling too.
So... how does everyone feel about this episode? I swear, when Blaine catches Kurt drawing that heart (or almost catches him, I guess!), I just want to die of an adorable overload. I love how Kurt drops the end of his words because he's so flustered!
I tried to address the whole "BLAINE, HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW HOW MUCH KURT LIKES YOU?" thing a little bit... I think it has to do with the circumstances of Kurt and Blaine's first meeting. Blaine took it upon himself to help guide Kurt through being bullied at his school, and that put Kurt firmly in the friend category in Blaine's mind. If you are sort of mentoring someone, you're probably going to be very focused on being their friend and you're not going to see them as a potential romantic relationship. I think at this point, Blaine's hasn't even considered the possibility of being with Kurt... until Kurt admits his feelings in the coffee shop. At that point, Blaine has to think about it, and I think it's the start of him realizing that he actually likes Kurt too. It just takes him a few more episodes to really embrace it. ;)
Up next... the only episode of the season without Blaine OR Kurt! Oh my gosh. I'll make something up for them to do, don't worry!
LOVE.