FIC: Debutante [9/12+E]
Media: Fanfic
Title: Debutante
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 3,300+ (43,000+ So far)
Warnings: None really.
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.
[9]
Three days before the deb ball Blaine was at Kurt's house. This had become a common occurrence for him. He would finish school and go straight to Kurt's house to help him learn "Beau etiquette". They spent the majority of their time together pouring over etiquette books Blaine had dug out of the back of his closet.
Burt had grown a little fond of Blaine over the last few days. The boy was kind and very polite, but that should have been expected from what he could see of the books he and his son were reading. Those books emphasized things like chivalry and opening doors for ladies and how to walk purposefully down a flight of stairs.
The study sessions lasted long into the evening where Kurt and Blaine would sit wrapped together on the couch, Blaine quizzing Kurt on things he needed to know while Kurt quizzed Blaine on his family.
Sometimes, Burt would watch the boys from the doorway as they sat together. He could see so much with them. How happy they were together and how simple they were. He wasn't blind. Burt could see that they had passed the shy hand holding stage and were already at the point that they had no problem sitting hip to hip with legs thrown over the other's legs, curled up around one another with smiles on their lips.
Burt remembered giving those same smiles to Kurt's mother and then to Carole. It just worried him to see that look on Kurt. He was so young and he'd only known Blaine a matter of weeks.
But they were both happy and from what Burt could tell, Blaine had never really had someone like Kurt in his life. He knew nothing about Blaine's familial situation, other than the fact that they were well off, and that he only inferred from Blaine's nice clothes and his car.
One day he'd heard singing coming from the living room and had peeked around the corner to find a sight waiting for him that he really wasn't quite certain he knew how to deal with. Both boys were standing in the center of the floor, the coffee table and ottoman had been pushed to the side. Blaine had his hand on Kurt's hip; Kurt's hand on Blaine's shoulder. They were dancing and singing together, swaying back and forth. Blaine was obviously leading, as Kurt would stumble a little sometimes and Blaine would keep him up with a smile, humming along and holding tightly to his hand. Blaine was the only one singing and he had a lovely voice, and normally Kurt would have been joining in but he was too concentrated on not stepping on Blaine or tripping.
The song Blaine was singing was familiar. It reminded Burt of the one from a musical Kurt had made him watch years ago. Burt settled in to watch them for a while as the shorter boy led his son around the living room.
Then, something happened and the mood changed. Kurt stumbled and fell into Blaine and both boys chuckled softly. Kurt leaned away to look into Blaine's eyes and Blaine paused before singing, "Shall we still be together with our arms around each other and will you be my new romance?" There was a pause and then Kurt leaned forward and pressed his lips against Blaine's for a long moment.
Burt guessed then that this wasn't their first kiss. There was no anxious worry as they pulled away or shock. Nothing but a small giggle from Kurt and a look on Blaine's face that Burt felt the boy shouldn't have until he was well into his twenties. It was far too mature for a boy of his age. A moment later Blaine leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Kurt's nose then lips. Kurt's arms wrapped tight around Blaine's shoulders and they laughed loudly, swaying side to side.
"On the clear understanding that this kind of thing can happen, shall we dance? Shall we dance? Shall we dance?" Kurt finished, pulling away from Blaine and bowing to him, which Blaine automatically returned.
"Do you think I'll be able to win your parents over?" Kurt asked, moving back to the couch.
Blaine immediately came to sit beside him, grabbing a book and thumbing through it. "I sincerely hope so. And if they don't then I'm going to do all in my power to make them regret that choice." He looked so tired and Burt wondered what the story was behind Blaine's parents.
Kurt and Blaine sat together, hands intertwined as they spoke in low voices and Burt realized that this wasn't a moment he should be watching. It was a private moment between the two; this was something that Kurt had never had before. He slipped away to talk with Carole in the kitchen.
"They grow up far too fast." He sighed to her.
"Young love is always the strongest." Carole replied softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "They're smart though. They won't do anything they shouldn't."
Burt sighed, "I know. It's just so odd. Six weeks ago there wasn't even the prospect of a boyfriend and now Kurt has one and they're kissing and cuddling and I don't know what to do with this."
Carole leveled him with a look. "They're acting the same as Finn has with both Quinn and Rachel. They're young and they're happy. Just let them be. Actually, go bother them for a moment and ask Blaine if he'd like to stay for dinner."
With a long suffering sign Burt got to his feet and trekked back to the living room where Blaine was now standing before Kurt, apparently showing him the right way to do something. "Blaine," Blaine jumped violently. "Do you want to join us for dinner?"
The first time Burt had asked him that Blaine had stared at him with wide eyes and said, "I very much appreciate the offer but I didn't bring a hostess gift. I couldn't possibly accept-" At that point Kurt elbowed him hard and Blaine shut up.
"Blaine, this isn't one of your mom's socialite houses. Carole would probably ask you to marry me if you brought a hostess gift." Blaine stared at Kurt for a moment before turning to look at Burt with a small smile.
"I would love to stay for dinner Mr. Hummel-"
"Burt."
"I would love to stay for dinner Burt." Burt smiled and left them alone. After that Blaine had gotten better at agreeing to stay for dinner but twice Blaine had brought chocolate for Carole as a thank you.
This time, Blaine smiled a brilliant smile and nodded a few times encouragingly. Burt walked away and left them to their business. When dinner rolled around Blaine and Kurt took seats next to each other while Finn lumbered in and sat next to Carole. Dinner was a loud affair with Burt and Blaine and Finn talking loudly about a game on television (as it turned out Blaine was a big football fan) while Carole and Kurt watched fondly.
As the dinner grew to a close Carole leaned forward to ask Blaine, "When is the ball again?"
"This Saturday afternoon. It's a few hours long event full of lots of schmoozing." Blaine sounded horribly bored of the entire thing. Burt wondered how many of these things Blaine had had to attend in his life.
"And what do you have to actually, y'know, do?" Burt asked, watching both boys.
Kurt chimed in, "Blaine has to be presented and we do this big dance with the other debs and there's a ball and hors d'oeuvres,"
"And a lot of rubbing elbows. My dad hasn't missed one in years." Blaine sighed again, spearing a piece of carrot on his fork.
Blaine rarely talked about his parents, but when he did it was normally short but filled with so many emotions, usually a bit of tiredness and annoyance and a little helplessness. He never seemed to get angry but he usually effectively gave the impression that he didn't want to deal with talking about them.
Kurt jumped in for Blaine, going farther into detail of the night while his boyfriend slowly thawed out. Burt didn't comment and let Blaine and Kurt finish their dinner. Once done they slipped away from the table and Burt only watched.
[xxx]
Kurt settled on his bed and patted the cushion next to him. Blaine hovered in the doorway before smiling and slowly making his way to Kurt's bed. He settled on the bed and leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder. "Your dad is an amazing man."
"I know." Kurt sighed, turning to kiss Blaine's forehead.
"Thank you for doing all this."
Kurt sighed, a smile playing on his lips. "What are boyfriends for?" Blaine still hadn't gotten used to the word 'boyfriend' but he loved it more than anything. He was Kurt's boyfriend.
Without really thinking his next movements through, Blaine leaned up and caught Kurt's lips in a soft, slow kiss. Kurt reacted immediately. He'd found since his first kiss next to Blaine's car, that he really liked kissing. Well, he really liked kissing Blaine since he'd never kissed anyone else, but still.
He let his hand move up to Blaine's cheek and cradled it softly, his fingers curling a little. Blaine took a breath and made a sudden movement, lifting himself up onto his knees so he was hovering a little above Kurt with their lips still touching, moving against one another.
Blaine kept his head bowed down, trying to keep his connection to Kurt as his hands came to curl at the base of his boyfriend's neck. Shyly, his licked at Kurt's lips waiting for them to open and let him in. Kurt wasted no time in parting his lips while using his hands to bring Blaine closer.
Kurt's neck was twisted at an odd angle and he broke away for the barest second to turn and mimic Blaine's position before reattaching their lips. He knew, right now they had at least 30 minutes before his dad came up to check on him. It would have normally been only 15 minutes, but Carole was home and she usually did her best to keep him out of their hair.
Slowly, Kurt's hand crept down to rest in the low hollowing out at the base of Blaine's spine. Both boys had agreed they weren't ready for their hands to travel much farther past the equator, so Kurt kept his hand there, forcing their chests together.
Blaine murmured into his mouth, pulling away to give a small nip at Kurt's lower lip and making Kurt giggle softly before licking at the spot once more and diving into the kiss again with a renewed fervor. Kurt was addicted to the warmth and taste of Blaine's mouth, he couldn't seem to get enough of it. And the sounds that Blaine sometimes made never failed to send a shiver down his spine.
By a sudden spurt of inspiration, Kurt pushed Blaine down onto the bed, slowly crawling to sit on his hip next to Blaine with his arm stretching to the other side of Blaine's waist, keeping him to the bed. Kurt grinned down at Blaine who looked incredibly, well, mussed. His lips were kiss swollen and his eyes were lowered a little, looking up at Kurt, waiting. Slowly Kurt leaned down once more, his lips barely touching Blaine's. "I'm glad I met you. So glad."
Blaine chuckled and that soft movement dragged their slightly dried out lips against one another, shocking Kurt. "God, me too." He licked his lips, dragging his tongue along Kurt's dry bottom lip by extension. Kurt's breath caught in his chest and with a groan he surged down and caught Blaine's lips once more.
They stayed like that for a few more minutes until a tell-tale creak at the base of the stairs pulled them away from one another. Blaine leapt off the bed turning away from the door while Kurt hurriedly fixed the blankets on the bed. Burt appeared in the doorway within seconds and gave them an accusatory look before saying, "Blaine, you probably should head home. It's getting dark out there."
Blaine nodded once and waited until Burt had gone before turning around. He sent a shy look Kurt's way and then reached out for Kurt's hand. "Wanna walk me to my car?" Kurt nodded, still a little breathless, and moved to take Blaine's extended hand.
Outside at Blaine's car, Kurt moved to lean close to Blaine. "So… Saturday…" He murmured, taking Blaine's fingers and playing with them idly, trying to maintain his composure.
"Saturday. Are you ready?"
Kurt nodded, not moving his eyes from Blaine's fingers. Suddenly, that hand closed around his own and Blaine brought Kurt's lips to his own. He kissed him for what felt like an eternity and Kurt couldn't help the disappointed sound that escaped his mouth as Blaine pulled away and let him go. "I'll see you Saturday, bright and early." Blaine sighed, moving out from under Kurt.
Kurt nodded once and waited until Blaine's car had disappeared before collecting his wits and going back inside.
[xxx]
Saturday came too fast for both boys. Blaine spent the majority of the morning with his mother while she made sure he was ready for the day. She checked his suit multiple times, tutting at the color of the undershirt, which was lying on the bed. "I don't know what your boyfriend was thinking. You should have let me pick your suit out for you."
"Mom, Kurt is very skilled when it comes to fashion. He knows what he's doing. And anyway, I think I look great. And so does he." Blaine sighed, checking his hair in the mirror. His mother's reflection frowned at him but didn't say anything.
"Your dad told me he met Kurt earlier." She ventured.
Blaine's shoulders tensed. "Yes, at the Dalton alumni show."
"He said the boy was attractive."
"He is."
Blaine knew his mom was fishing but he refused to cave to her and kept silent until she sighed. "Alright, fine. I'm going to head over to the lodge to make sure that everything is ready and I will see you and Kurt there." Blaine nodded and waited until he heard the car pulling out of the driveway before rushing downstairs to his own car and driving to Kurt's house.
Burt opened the door for him and nodded wordlessly up the stairs. Blaine crept up quietly and knocked on the door. "Come in." Kurt called and Blaine slipped in. His boyfriend was staring at the suit stretched out along the mattress. "Do you think the color is all wrong?"
Blaine groaned and grabbed Kurt's arm. "Please don't. You sound like my mother. The color is amazing. Now can we go?"
Kurt frowned at him and Blaine quickly moved in to kiss the frown away. "It'll be fun, really. We'll have an amazing time and then afterwards we'll go and get ice cream. Okay?" Kurt hesitated for a moment before smiling and kissing Blaine back softly.
They drove in Blaine's car to the lodge after saying goodbye to Carole and Burt. The parking lot of the lodge was filling up quickly and when they got through the doors they were dragged apart by attendants. Blaine was taken to the deb room while Kurt was dragged away to the beau room.
Neither boy saw each other for another 90 minutes while they were made to dress and prep for the afternoon. Kurt would text Blaine when he was being left alone and Blaine would reply when he could. It was hard to find time alone to talk to one another but texting was the other thing keeping one another sane.
Blaine felt so strange in the deb room. There were so many girls in poofy dresses and in the corner Blaine had a clear view of 'Vette and her group of harpies. They were giggling and pointing at him like girls in an elementary school classroom. He tried his best to ignore them and instead focused on waiting for his boyfriend to text him and tell him what he was doing right then.
Finally, the ball was about to start. The debs were lined up at the top of the grand staircase and told to wait until it was time to walk down. Moments later the music started, ("Little Girls" from Gigi-which Blaine felt was highly inappropriate) and the announcer started rambling off names.
Girl after girl in poofy while dresses started down the steps until finally it was Blaine's turn. He stopped next to the announcer and waited for him to call, "Blaine Anderson, who is escorted today by Kurt Hummel." Blaine was too focused on his boyfriend at the base of the stairs to notice the little ripples of laughter run through the crowd. He knew it was ridiculous for him to be doing this, but it made his mother happy.
And honestly, he wouldn't have given up this moment for anything. Kurt was staring up at him with wide blue eyes and a soft smile. He looked absolutely amazing in his suit and tie and his hand outstretched for Blaine's.
Blaine made it to the bottom of the steps without tripping and took Kurt's hand. He bowed (since thankfully, he wasn't forced to curtsy) and Kurt leaned down to press a kiss to the back of his hand. Blaine stared hard at the way Kurt's eyelashes brushed his boyfriend's cheeks and his lips seared an invisible mark into the back of his hand.
Kurt pulled away and gave Blaine his arm, just like they'd practiced, and led Blaine away from the staircase. As they walked to the podium on the other side of the room Kurt leaned over to Blaine to whisper in his ear. "How am I doing so far?"
Blaine's eyes found his mother and father watching them from the crowd. His mother had a pleased expression on her face and she nodded to him once. That was all Blaine needed
"Absolutely perfect." Blaine murmured, pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek.
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We are slowly coming to an end my friends. I'm kinda sad to finish this one, but glad at the same time. My goal is to hopefully have the last chapter written around the beginning of January. I have a few more days of break left and a lot of that time is going to go into writing these last few chapters.
My beta has been amazing about getting these chapters back to me so fast, she is amazing and without her I don't know where I (or my stories) would be.
I have a few more stories in the works. One of which already has two chapters written and they're being looked over by my beta. I also have a few shorter stories to work on but my main goal after I finish Deb is to finish 'Private School Kills' because I've been horrible about updating it.
Once again, thank you to everyone who has kept up with this story and hello and thank you to those of you who just started reading. I hope you've enjoyed the ride and if you ever want to chat or rant or just say hello drop me a line at my tumblr: bowtiewearingowl . tumblr . com.
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