FIC: Debutante [4/12+E]
Title: Debutante
Author: 14thfairytale (AKA bowtiewearingowl)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Word Count:3,600+ (21,000+ so far)
Warnings: Some language
Summary: Born to the highest of high society Blaine is raised to be quite the beau, but when he comes out as gay to his mother she gives Blaine a 'coming out party' so the other gay men of society can know he's open for business. Enter Kurt Hummel, a modern day Cinderella, who finds himself enamored with the belle of the ball, Blaine Anderson.
-[4]-
Less than thirty minutes after Kurt had arrived home from dropping Rachel off at her house Kurt rolled onto his bed and reached for his phone. He pressed the speed dial for Mercedes and waited, listening to the song she'd set as her ring tone and waiting for her to answer. She didn't answer the first or second time that he rang her and then he remembered she'd had a church event to attend.
So he waited, sitting around glancing at his phone every few minutes. He cleaned up, carefully stripping off the layers of his outfit and putting them away so they could be cleaned later on.
Carole came to his room not much later, a smile in her eyes as she settled on the edge of his bed. "How did the evening go?"
Kurt did his best to remain aloof as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "It was fine. I did witness some horrible fashion faux pas on many of those girls' dresses. You would think that having money would encourage them to actually dress according to the styles of the day." Kurt was holding back. He wanted nothing more to gush but he didn't want his father to know he actually enjoyed this sort of the event.
But Carole - being a mother - knew that he was trying not to explode. She may not have been his biological mother, but she was as good as he could get. And that fact alone entitled her to see that excitement in him. "Oh come now, spill."
Kurt sighed and turned to her, letting his defenses down and began grinning like a mad man. "If I broke out into a chorus of 'I could have danced all night' would you start to worry?"
Carole laughed brightly, "Not at all. Was Rachel an exceptional dancer or did you meet a guy?"
He sneered at his step mother and placed his hands on his hips. "Rachel Berry could learn a thing or two about letting her date lead. No. I met a guy and I danced with him. I wish I could tell you more but I promised Mercedes I would tell her first so I am sworn to silence until she calls me back."
The older woman nodded, a knowing lilt to her expression. "Fine, I understand. You go and talk to the kids your age. I understand not wanting to gossip with an old bird like me." Kurt grinned at her, letting loose a bright laugh and gathering her up in a rare hug.
Carole patted his back and let him pull away before trudging back out into the hall and back to the living room to where his dad was waiting, trying to pretend he wasn't interested in his son's day out in society.
Mercedes finally called back two hours later when he was starting to feel incredibly impatient. "How'd the night of hell go?" Mercedes asked without preamble.
"Not too bad," Kurt replied, trying to keep his tone nonchalant.
Mercedes paused a moment. "Okay white boy, give me all the details."
Kurt waited for a second before bursting out giddily. "I danced with a hot, gay, adorable guy!"
"Really? Who?" Mercedes demanded.
"Does that actually matter?" Kurt replied, trying to take control of his giggles. They were unbecoming of him.
Mercedes sighed. "Of course it does. I want his name so I can Facebook stalk him."
Kurt sighed and sat up, running his fingers through his hair and messing it up. "I danced with the boy that was being introduced. His name is Blaine Anderson and he's gorgeous," There was silence on the other end. "Mercedes?" He ventured.
"Hold on, I'm googling him-" Kurt rolled his eyes at her and waited until she made an appreciative noise, "Damn. He's cute. You danced with him?"
"Yes, though now I don't know if he danced with me because he felt that he needed to as his hostly duty."
Mercedes 'hmmed' softly. "Well, did he look deeply into your eyes during the dance?"
Kurt colored a little, ""I think so? I know I was staring into his. I can't remember all that well; it went by so fast… but he has the nicest hazel eyes I've ever seen." He sighed, chin dropping a little. Some of the memories were vague.
The girl giggled a little and egged him on. "Tell me everything you can remember from when he took your hand to when he said goodbye," the floodgates opened after that and the story just started tumbling out of his mouth. Kurt gushed over Blaine's eyes and over-gelled hair and perfect complexion and how nice he smelled. "He wore this amazing smelling cologne. I just wanted to bury my nose in his neck. Is that strange?" Kurt asked, suddenly feeling shy.
Mercedes barked a laugh, "No, not at all! You are so in puppy love."
Kurt's nose crinkled. "Please don't tell me you ju-" But he never finished his sentence as a beeping started in his ear. "Merce, would you hold on a moment. Someone's calling me."
"Sure."
Kurt pulled his phone away long enough to press the answer call button and then waited a moment before saying, "Hello?"
"Is this Kurt Hummel's phone?" A slightly unfamiliar voice asked.
"Yes. Who is this?"
"My name is Blaine Anderson. We met earlier today at my-"
"I-I remember." Kurt squeaked out, his heart suddenly speeding up to go pitter-pat at 100 mph. "Could-could you give me just a moment?"
"Of course," Blaine replied politely and Kurt hurriedly switched to Mercedes's line again.
"Merce," He hissed, "It's him."
She paused for one infuriating moment before asking, "Who him?"
"Him. As in the Blaine Anderson that I danced with."
"Oh my God!"
"What should I do?" Kurt asked, panicking.
"Well, for one thing you need to stop talking to me and start talking to him. Then the second you get off the phone with me you need to call and tell me how it goes. Also, if he asks you out, play hard to get. Guys don't like it when you're too easy." Mercedes advised sagely.
"Has that ever worked?"
"It does in every movie I've ever seen."
"Right. I highly doubt that he's going to ask me out but on the strange chance he does, I'll remember to play hard to get. He's most likely calling to tell me I forgot something or he thinks I'm creepy and I should go away."
Mercedes grumbled on the other end. "Whatever white boy, just call me after. Your prince is waiting for you on the other end."
Kurt hung up on her and suddenly felt nervous all over again as he said, in what he hoped was a suave tone, "Are you still there Blaine? I'm sorry for the wait, I was just finishing a conversation with a friend." He cringed a moment later as his voice wavered a bit. But give him a break. It wasn't like he talked to hot guys he'd just danced with every day.
Blaine was nice and didn't seem too offended, or if he did, he didn't let it into his voice. "That's fine, really. I just wanted to tell you what a wonderful time I had today. Really. I-I'm glad Rachel brought you as her date. You livened up the stuffiness."
"I only spoke with you for a few minutes. I couldn't have helped that much." Kurt said, mentally slapping himself over the head. Here was a guy willing to compliment him and Kurt was fighting him on it. He was going to be alone forever if things went on the way they were.
"No, no. You really did. You were honestly a breath of fresh air after many of the boys my mother encouraged me to dance with." Blaine replied, sounding ridiculously earnest.
"I-I highly doubt that, but thank you for the compliment. I-enjoyed dancing with you too." Kurt cringed again, feeling even more awkward. Blaine sounded so composed and polite it was throwing him off balance. He couldn't remember the last time a guy he thought was attractive gave him a compliment.
"I'm very glad. I was worried I was being presumptuous asking you to dance when you were there with Rachel."
"You weren't presumptuous at all. I was just filling in for her usual date. He's a big oaf and Rachel wanted to bring me so she'd make a fabulous impression on you." Kurt rambled, getting to his feet and pacing the floor back and forth.
"Well, you did make a fabulous impression." Kurt felt his cheeks burn red and on the other end there was a pause from Blaine. "Not to beat the word to death but I hope it isn't terribly presumptuous of me to ask but I was wondering if you'd like to get coff-"
"Yes!" Kurt breathed out hurriedly, cutting Blaine off and then realizing what he did a moment later. "Sorry, I didn't mean to cut in." He murmured, trying to regain his composure.
Blaine gave a breathy laugh on the other end and stayed quiet for a moment before saying. "It's no problem. Do you know the Lima Bean? It's-"
"Yes, I know of it." Kurt replied, once again cutting Blaine off. Wow, he was making a wonderful first impression.
In all honesty Kurt knew the place but he'd never actually been in. It was lauded as a very fancy coffee shop where only the chic-est people could go. You needed to look like money to get a drink and you needed to belong to not be looked at like scum of the earth when you ordered. Needless to say Kurt hadn't been "in." He'd formulated plans for weeks to try to go in but often backed down, not wanting to pay fifteen dollars for a latte he could get at any other coffee shop for three.
"What days are you free?" Blaine pressed. He didn't seem very upset for being constantly interrupted so Kurt took that as a good sign.
"Any day. Just give me a time." Kurt murmured, not really believing this happened.
"How does this Sunday sound? I have a Warblers thing on Saturday and Wes is horrible about all day preparations leading up to even the simplest events."
"A Warblers thing?" Kurt asked, thinking he'd heard the other boy wrong.
Blaine actually sounded a little proud as he confirmed. "Yes. I guess you'd call them the 'Glee' club of Dalton. We're an a cappella group though."
Kurt vaguely remembered Rachel saying something along those lines and nodded even though Blaine couldn't see him. "I'm in my school's Glee club too." He said lightly, glad to have at least one thing in common already. This would make finding conversation starters so much easier. "Sunday's fine though. About noon?"
"That sounds wonderful." There was a pause and a moment later Kurt could have sworn he heard the smile in Blaine's voice. "I'm looking forward to Sunday."
"Me too." Kurt replied, his voice soft with a smile tugging at his lips. They sat like that for a few beats before Blaine finally murmured, a little reluctantly Kurt was pleased to note.
"I should let you go. It's late and there's school tomorrow. I was glad to meet you today Kurt. See you Sunday."
"See you." Kurt all but whispered and let Blaine hit his end button before taking the phone from his ear and cradling it in his hands, a particularly silly expression on his lips.
When Kurt finally put down his phone he couldn't actually believe he'd really had this conversation. It felt surreal but he didn't let that bother him as he flung himself onto his bed and rolled around giggling like a mad man for a full ten minutes, clutching his phone to him, before he actually got himself together enough to call Mercedes back and tell her everything in excruciating detail.
When Kurt woke up the next morning he still didn't believe that it had happened until he received a text from Blaine right before he left for school.
'I'm looking forward to seeing you this coming Sunday. -Blaine'
Kurt grinned broadly and texted back:
'So am I. Should I pull a 'You've Got Mail' and bring my copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' and a rose a la 'Meg Ryan' so you'll recognize me?"
'I doubt I'll be able to forget you before Sunday. But in any case, I promise I won't pull a Tom Hanks and run away. I need to get to class, but I will see you Sunday. -Blaine'
'See you then,'Kurt sent back and tucked his phone away into his pocket feeling lighter than air. He'd just flirted with a guy over text. Cross that off his bucket list. As he made his way out the door on his way to his car he wondered if it would be a little too pathetic to print it out and pin the conversation onto his locker door.
Monday morning Kurt had finally come down off his cloud and got ready to face the day dealing with moronic teachers and homophobic peers. He made his usual stop at his locker and instead of meeting Mercedes there like usual Rachel appeared at the side of the door, peering at him intently. "Did Blaine get a hold of you?"
Kurt glanced up at her, eyes wide, "What?"
Her brow furrowed a little and she stepped closer into Kurt's bubble. Kurt glanced down at the space between them and frowned but she didn't seem to get the message, "Did he get a hold of you? He called me, asking for it and I gave him your number. I hope you're not mad."
Pursing his lips Kurt had to force himself not to roll his eyes. He almost couldn't believe how much Rachel was playing a part into his meeting Blaine. "I'm not mad at all. I have a date this Sunday and I guess I have you to thank for that."
Rachel's eyes went wide and Kurt almost felt his intolerance towards her melt a little. "What do you mean?"
Kurt flashed a quick grin at her. "I have a date with a guy I met at the ball."
Rachel leaned forward, a little closer towards him, almost lifting onto her tip toes to see his expression better. "Who? You didn't associate with anyone but me at the ball."
Kurt gave her a lofty, mightier-than-thou expression and shut his locker door, trying to keep his defenses up. Just because they'd spent an afternoon together and her insistence in him attending the deb ball together had ultimately resulted in his meeting Blaine didn't mean they were friends. "I danced with Blaine. And he's who I'm going to have coffee with."
Rachel's legs seemed to give out beneath her and she dropped down a few inches, "You're going out with Blaine? I don't know what to say. I guess I could offer you a word of warning. His parents are high society and may not take well to your social and monetary status when they find out."
"You think I'm not good enough for him?" Kurt growled, his eyes narrowing a little at her.
"No, I think you'd be a fine choice seeing as he's gay and you so are you and you two did make a pretty sight dancing together. His parents are just… well, they want their son to marry someone of equal status."
Kurt pushed off of his locker door. "Please Rachel, this is just coffee. I'm not planning on marrying the guy. And anyway, I think you're overthinking things. I'm sure that once he meets me for coffee he's going to run off and never speak to me again." Kurt tried to seem aloof but the seed of insecurity had already been planted. Suddenly he found all 5 foot 4 inches of an irritated Rachel Berry standing in his way.
"I don't want to hear that sort of self-depreciation from you. Sure you may not be as vocally talented as me but you are exceptionally good. Easily one of the best performers of the Glee club, after me of course. You are sarcastic and witty and very fashionable. Any guy would love to date you multiple times and if Blaine doesn't ask you out to dinner after this coffee date then I'm marching over to Anderson Manor myself and making him realize what a mistake he made."
Kurt gaped at the girl, his admiration rising for her exponentially. For a moment there he almost hugged her, but thankfully stopped himself in time to save face. "Well, I am both surprised and flattered and a little irritated, but I'll focus on the positive." He stopped to think for a moment. "So, seeing as I am to common place for Blaine's family what do you say I do if Blaine asks about my dad?"
"Be vague and mysterious and keep the game alive until he is so in love with you he won't be able to function without you, and then you tell him about your humble beginnings. He'll be so overcome with emotion he may even revoke the crown right then and there and decide to live the rest of his days with you in a modest abode." Rachel supplied helpfully.
Kurt tilted his head to the side a little and pursed his lips thoughtfully. "So you want me to lie?"
Rachel looked scandalized at the thought. "Not lie, just hold back the truth until the proper time arises." Right then the bell jangled and Rachel scurried off to her first class of the day.
For the rest of that day - and the remainder of the week - Kurt thought about not much else other than his impending date with the dapper young socialite on Sunday. He was so excited that he couldn't really focus and once, when Blaine texted him to confirm once more that they were still on Kurt had to stop himself from calling and asking if they could meet right then and there. He had to at least try to play hard to get.
Finally, Sunday arrived and Kurt awoke far too early than was needed, spending hours reworking the outfit he'd planned the night before. He'd conveniently forgotten to mention the date to his dad, but Carole had full working knowledge of what he was going to be doing and promised to help keep Burt occupied so Kurt could slip out of the house unnoticed. He wasn't ready for explaining to his dad that he was going out for a date with a boy his dad had no knowledge about.
Kurt did manage to slip away from the house and drove the distance to the Lima Bean and sat outside for a moment before finally forcing himself to move. At the glass doors he made a quick sweep of the building's interior though the glass windows.
Inside he saw a mix of adults and students like him. Most were dressed fairly nicely in polo shirts and dresses right off the runway. Kurt patted himself on the back for dressing up for the occasion, wearing a pair of white jeans, black boots and a black shirt with a wide neck. He actually felt chic and rich and not at all like the imposter he was trying to be.
He took a few moments to psych himself up, going over the talking points he'd come up with that night while he'd tried to go to sleep. He wanted to be funny and articulate because that's how Blaine seemed to be. Kurt had thought about calling Rachel for more information on Blaine but had only ended up stalking his Facebook pictures.
Finally, Kurt felt ready. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and tried not to let the fact that he was possibly on his first date get to him. Kurt was going to charm the pants off that boy… metaphorically of cource.
He caught sight of Blaine sitting at a table inside, hand on his cell phone. Blaine looked, for lack of a better word, dreamy. His hair was tamed with a layer of gel almost plastering it to his skill and Kurt wanted nothing more than to see his hair without the gel. Was it wavy? Straight? It was hard to tell from this distance. Blaine had dressed in an easy outfit of jeans and a crisp white shirt and a burgundy. On the table near his hand sat a book on the table with a rose settled on top of it. Kurt allowed himself a happy little giggle before taking a breath and pushing the door open.
Oh wow, I'm sorry this took so long again. I really didn't mean for this to happen but I thought I probably needed to sit down and get something on a word document. I'm sorry this chapter wasn't very long. Private college, as it turns out, is a huge time suck. Who knew?
I'm going to try and be better at writing these next chapters, especially since I have an idea about what I want to do with this.
Make sure to drop my beta a line, she's brilliant and wonderful and amazing and is always so good about getting around to editing my chapters really fast. (Pocketwatchesandbowties . tumblr . com)
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Next Chapter: Chapter Five
Author: 14thfairytale (AKA bowtiewearingowl)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Word Count:3,600+ (21,000+ so far)
Warnings: Some language
Summary: Born to the highest of high society Blaine is raised to be quite the beau, but when he comes out as gay to his mother she gives Blaine a 'coming out party' so the other gay men of society can know he's open for business. Enter Kurt Hummel, a modern day Cinderella, who finds himself enamored with the belle of the ball, Blaine Anderson.
-[4]-
Less than thirty minutes after Kurt had arrived home from dropping Rachel off at her house Kurt rolled onto his bed and reached for his phone. He pressed the speed dial for Mercedes and waited, listening to the song she'd set as her ring tone and waiting for her to answer. She didn't answer the first or second time that he rang her and then he remembered she'd had a church event to attend.
So he waited, sitting around glancing at his phone every few minutes. He cleaned up, carefully stripping off the layers of his outfit and putting them away so they could be cleaned later on.
Carole came to his room not much later, a smile in her eyes as she settled on the edge of his bed. "How did the evening go?"
Kurt did his best to remain aloof as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "It was fine. I did witness some horrible fashion faux pas on many of those girls' dresses. You would think that having money would encourage them to actually dress according to the styles of the day." Kurt was holding back. He wanted nothing more to gush but he didn't want his father to know he actually enjoyed this sort of the event.
But Carole - being a mother - knew that he was trying not to explode. She may not have been his biological mother, but she was as good as he could get. And that fact alone entitled her to see that excitement in him. "Oh come now, spill."
Kurt sighed and turned to her, letting his defenses down and began grinning like a mad man. "If I broke out into a chorus of 'I could have danced all night' would you start to worry?"
Carole laughed brightly, "Not at all. Was Rachel an exceptional dancer or did you meet a guy?"
He sneered at his step mother and placed his hands on his hips. "Rachel Berry could learn a thing or two about letting her date lead. No. I met a guy and I danced with him. I wish I could tell you more but I promised Mercedes I would tell her first so I am sworn to silence until she calls me back."
The older woman nodded, a knowing lilt to her expression. "Fine, I understand. You go and talk to the kids your age. I understand not wanting to gossip with an old bird like me." Kurt grinned at her, letting loose a bright laugh and gathering her up in a rare hug.
Carole patted his back and let him pull away before trudging back out into the hall and back to the living room to where his dad was waiting, trying to pretend he wasn't interested in his son's day out in society.
Mercedes finally called back two hours later when he was starting to feel incredibly impatient. "How'd the night of hell go?" Mercedes asked without preamble.
"Not too bad," Kurt replied, trying to keep his tone nonchalant.
Mercedes paused a moment. "Okay white boy, give me all the details."
Kurt waited for a second before bursting out giddily. "I danced with a hot, gay, adorable guy!"
"Really? Who?" Mercedes demanded.
"Does that actually matter?" Kurt replied, trying to take control of his giggles. They were unbecoming of him.
Mercedes sighed. "Of course it does. I want his name so I can Facebook stalk him."
Kurt sighed and sat up, running his fingers through his hair and messing it up. "I danced with the boy that was being introduced. His name is Blaine Anderson and he's gorgeous," There was silence on the other end. "Mercedes?" He ventured.
"Hold on, I'm googling him-" Kurt rolled his eyes at her and waited until she made an appreciative noise, "Damn. He's cute. You danced with him?"
"Yes, though now I don't know if he danced with me because he felt that he needed to as his hostly duty."
Mercedes 'hmmed' softly. "Well, did he look deeply into your eyes during the dance?"
Kurt colored a little, ""I think so? I know I was staring into his. I can't remember all that well; it went by so fast… but he has the nicest hazel eyes I've ever seen." He sighed, chin dropping a little. Some of the memories were vague.
The girl giggled a little and egged him on. "Tell me everything you can remember from when he took your hand to when he said goodbye," the floodgates opened after that and the story just started tumbling out of his mouth. Kurt gushed over Blaine's eyes and over-gelled hair and perfect complexion and how nice he smelled. "He wore this amazing smelling cologne. I just wanted to bury my nose in his neck. Is that strange?" Kurt asked, suddenly feeling shy.
Mercedes barked a laugh, "No, not at all! You are so in puppy love."
Kurt's nose crinkled. "Please don't tell me you ju-" But he never finished his sentence as a beeping started in his ear. "Merce, would you hold on a moment. Someone's calling me."
"Sure."
Kurt pulled his phone away long enough to press the answer call button and then waited a moment before saying, "Hello?"
"Is this Kurt Hummel's phone?" A slightly unfamiliar voice asked.
"Yes. Who is this?"
"My name is Blaine Anderson. We met earlier today at my-"
"I-I remember." Kurt squeaked out, his heart suddenly speeding up to go pitter-pat at 100 mph. "Could-could you give me just a moment?"
"Of course," Blaine replied politely and Kurt hurriedly switched to Mercedes's line again.
"Merce," He hissed, "It's him."
She paused for one infuriating moment before asking, "Who him?"
"Him. As in the Blaine Anderson that I danced with."
"Oh my God!"
"What should I do?" Kurt asked, panicking.
"Well, for one thing you need to stop talking to me and start talking to him. Then the second you get off the phone with me you need to call and tell me how it goes. Also, if he asks you out, play hard to get. Guys don't like it when you're too easy." Mercedes advised sagely.
"Has that ever worked?"
"It does in every movie I've ever seen."
"Right. I highly doubt that he's going to ask me out but on the strange chance he does, I'll remember to play hard to get. He's most likely calling to tell me I forgot something or he thinks I'm creepy and I should go away."
Mercedes grumbled on the other end. "Whatever white boy, just call me after. Your prince is waiting for you on the other end."
Kurt hung up on her and suddenly felt nervous all over again as he said, in what he hoped was a suave tone, "Are you still there Blaine? I'm sorry for the wait, I was just finishing a conversation with a friend." He cringed a moment later as his voice wavered a bit. But give him a break. It wasn't like he talked to hot guys he'd just danced with every day.
Blaine was nice and didn't seem too offended, or if he did, he didn't let it into his voice. "That's fine, really. I just wanted to tell you what a wonderful time I had today. Really. I-I'm glad Rachel brought you as her date. You livened up the stuffiness."
"I only spoke with you for a few minutes. I couldn't have helped that much." Kurt said, mentally slapping himself over the head. Here was a guy willing to compliment him and Kurt was fighting him on it. He was going to be alone forever if things went on the way they were.
"No, no. You really did. You were honestly a breath of fresh air after many of the boys my mother encouraged me to dance with." Blaine replied, sounding ridiculously earnest.
"I-I highly doubt that, but thank you for the compliment. I-enjoyed dancing with you too." Kurt cringed again, feeling even more awkward. Blaine sounded so composed and polite it was throwing him off balance. He couldn't remember the last time a guy he thought was attractive gave him a compliment.
"I'm very glad. I was worried I was being presumptuous asking you to dance when you were there with Rachel."
"You weren't presumptuous at all. I was just filling in for her usual date. He's a big oaf and Rachel wanted to bring me so she'd make a fabulous impression on you." Kurt rambled, getting to his feet and pacing the floor back and forth.
"Well, you did make a fabulous impression." Kurt felt his cheeks burn red and on the other end there was a pause from Blaine. "Not to beat the word to death but I hope it isn't terribly presumptuous of me to ask but I was wondering if you'd like to get coff-"
"Yes!" Kurt breathed out hurriedly, cutting Blaine off and then realizing what he did a moment later. "Sorry, I didn't mean to cut in." He murmured, trying to regain his composure.
Blaine gave a breathy laugh on the other end and stayed quiet for a moment before saying. "It's no problem. Do you know the Lima Bean? It's-"
"Yes, I know of it." Kurt replied, once again cutting Blaine off. Wow, he was making a wonderful first impression.
In all honesty Kurt knew the place but he'd never actually been in. It was lauded as a very fancy coffee shop where only the chic-est people could go. You needed to look like money to get a drink and you needed to belong to not be looked at like scum of the earth when you ordered. Needless to say Kurt hadn't been "in." He'd formulated plans for weeks to try to go in but often backed down, not wanting to pay fifteen dollars for a latte he could get at any other coffee shop for three.
"What days are you free?" Blaine pressed. He didn't seem very upset for being constantly interrupted so Kurt took that as a good sign.
"Any day. Just give me a time." Kurt murmured, not really believing this happened.
"How does this Sunday sound? I have a Warblers thing on Saturday and Wes is horrible about all day preparations leading up to even the simplest events."
"A Warblers thing?" Kurt asked, thinking he'd heard the other boy wrong.
Blaine actually sounded a little proud as he confirmed. "Yes. I guess you'd call them the 'Glee' club of Dalton. We're an a cappella group though."
Kurt vaguely remembered Rachel saying something along those lines and nodded even though Blaine couldn't see him. "I'm in my school's Glee club too." He said lightly, glad to have at least one thing in common already. This would make finding conversation starters so much easier. "Sunday's fine though. About noon?"
"That sounds wonderful." There was a pause and a moment later Kurt could have sworn he heard the smile in Blaine's voice. "I'm looking forward to Sunday."
"Me too." Kurt replied, his voice soft with a smile tugging at his lips. They sat like that for a few beats before Blaine finally murmured, a little reluctantly Kurt was pleased to note.
"I should let you go. It's late and there's school tomorrow. I was glad to meet you today Kurt. See you Sunday."
"See you." Kurt all but whispered and let Blaine hit his end button before taking the phone from his ear and cradling it in his hands, a particularly silly expression on his lips.
When Kurt finally put down his phone he couldn't actually believe he'd really had this conversation. It felt surreal but he didn't let that bother him as he flung himself onto his bed and rolled around giggling like a mad man for a full ten minutes, clutching his phone to him, before he actually got himself together enough to call Mercedes back and tell her everything in excruciating detail.
When Kurt woke up the next morning he still didn't believe that it had happened until he received a text from Blaine right before he left for school.
'I'm looking forward to seeing you this coming Sunday. -Blaine'
Kurt grinned broadly and texted back:
'So am I. Should I pull a 'You've Got Mail' and bring my copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' and a rose a la 'Meg Ryan' so you'll recognize me?"
'I doubt I'll be able to forget you before Sunday. But in any case, I promise I won't pull a Tom Hanks and run away. I need to get to class, but I will see you Sunday. -Blaine'
'See you then,'Kurt sent back and tucked his phone away into his pocket feeling lighter than air. He'd just flirted with a guy over text. Cross that off his bucket list. As he made his way out the door on his way to his car he wondered if it would be a little too pathetic to print it out and pin the conversation onto his locker door.
Monday morning Kurt had finally come down off his cloud and got ready to face the day dealing with moronic teachers and homophobic peers. He made his usual stop at his locker and instead of meeting Mercedes there like usual Rachel appeared at the side of the door, peering at him intently. "Did Blaine get a hold of you?"
Kurt glanced up at her, eyes wide, "What?"
Her brow furrowed a little and she stepped closer into Kurt's bubble. Kurt glanced down at the space between them and frowned but she didn't seem to get the message, "Did he get a hold of you? He called me, asking for it and I gave him your number. I hope you're not mad."
Pursing his lips Kurt had to force himself not to roll his eyes. He almost couldn't believe how much Rachel was playing a part into his meeting Blaine. "I'm not mad at all. I have a date this Sunday and I guess I have you to thank for that."
Rachel's eyes went wide and Kurt almost felt his intolerance towards her melt a little. "What do you mean?"
Kurt flashed a quick grin at her. "I have a date with a guy I met at the ball."
Rachel leaned forward, a little closer towards him, almost lifting onto her tip toes to see his expression better. "Who? You didn't associate with anyone but me at the ball."
Kurt gave her a lofty, mightier-than-thou expression and shut his locker door, trying to keep his defenses up. Just because they'd spent an afternoon together and her insistence in him attending the deb ball together had ultimately resulted in his meeting Blaine didn't mean they were friends. "I danced with Blaine. And he's who I'm going to have coffee with."
Rachel's legs seemed to give out beneath her and she dropped down a few inches, "You're going out with Blaine? I don't know what to say. I guess I could offer you a word of warning. His parents are high society and may not take well to your social and monetary status when they find out."
"You think I'm not good enough for him?" Kurt growled, his eyes narrowing a little at her.
"No, I think you'd be a fine choice seeing as he's gay and you so are you and you two did make a pretty sight dancing together. His parents are just… well, they want their son to marry someone of equal status."
Kurt pushed off of his locker door. "Please Rachel, this is just coffee. I'm not planning on marrying the guy. And anyway, I think you're overthinking things. I'm sure that once he meets me for coffee he's going to run off and never speak to me again." Kurt tried to seem aloof but the seed of insecurity had already been planted. Suddenly he found all 5 foot 4 inches of an irritated Rachel Berry standing in his way.
"I don't want to hear that sort of self-depreciation from you. Sure you may not be as vocally talented as me but you are exceptionally good. Easily one of the best performers of the Glee club, after me of course. You are sarcastic and witty and very fashionable. Any guy would love to date you multiple times and if Blaine doesn't ask you out to dinner after this coffee date then I'm marching over to Anderson Manor myself and making him realize what a mistake he made."
Kurt gaped at the girl, his admiration rising for her exponentially. For a moment there he almost hugged her, but thankfully stopped himself in time to save face. "Well, I am both surprised and flattered and a little irritated, but I'll focus on the positive." He stopped to think for a moment. "So, seeing as I am to common place for Blaine's family what do you say I do if Blaine asks about my dad?"
"Be vague and mysterious and keep the game alive until he is so in love with you he won't be able to function without you, and then you tell him about your humble beginnings. He'll be so overcome with emotion he may even revoke the crown right then and there and decide to live the rest of his days with you in a modest abode." Rachel supplied helpfully.
Kurt tilted his head to the side a little and pursed his lips thoughtfully. "So you want me to lie?"
Rachel looked scandalized at the thought. "Not lie, just hold back the truth until the proper time arises." Right then the bell jangled and Rachel scurried off to her first class of the day.
For the rest of that day - and the remainder of the week - Kurt thought about not much else other than his impending date with the dapper young socialite on Sunday. He was so excited that he couldn't really focus and once, when Blaine texted him to confirm once more that they were still on Kurt had to stop himself from calling and asking if they could meet right then and there. He had to at least try to play hard to get.
Finally, Sunday arrived and Kurt awoke far too early than was needed, spending hours reworking the outfit he'd planned the night before. He'd conveniently forgotten to mention the date to his dad, but Carole had full working knowledge of what he was going to be doing and promised to help keep Burt occupied so Kurt could slip out of the house unnoticed. He wasn't ready for explaining to his dad that he was going out for a date with a boy his dad had no knowledge about.
Kurt did manage to slip away from the house and drove the distance to the Lima Bean and sat outside for a moment before finally forcing himself to move. At the glass doors he made a quick sweep of the building's interior though the glass windows.
Inside he saw a mix of adults and students like him. Most were dressed fairly nicely in polo shirts and dresses right off the runway. Kurt patted himself on the back for dressing up for the occasion, wearing a pair of white jeans, black boots and a black shirt with a wide neck. He actually felt chic and rich and not at all like the imposter he was trying to be.
He took a few moments to psych himself up, going over the talking points he'd come up with that night while he'd tried to go to sleep. He wanted to be funny and articulate because that's how Blaine seemed to be. Kurt had thought about calling Rachel for more information on Blaine but had only ended up stalking his Facebook pictures.
Finally, Kurt felt ready. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and tried not to let the fact that he was possibly on his first date get to him. Kurt was going to charm the pants off that boy… metaphorically of cource.
He caught sight of Blaine sitting at a table inside, hand on his cell phone. Blaine looked, for lack of a better word, dreamy. His hair was tamed with a layer of gel almost plastering it to his skill and Kurt wanted nothing more than to see his hair without the gel. Was it wavy? Straight? It was hard to tell from this distance. Blaine had dressed in an easy outfit of jeans and a crisp white shirt and a burgundy. On the table near his hand sat a book on the table with a rose settled on top of it. Kurt allowed himself a happy little giggle before taking a breath and pushing the door open.
Oh wow, I'm sorry this took so long again. I really didn't mean for this to happen but I thought I probably needed to sit down and get something on a word document. I'm sorry this chapter wasn't very long. Private college, as it turns out, is a huge time suck. Who knew?
I'm going to try and be better at writing these next chapters, especially since I have an idea about what I want to do with this.
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