Klaine Week - DAY FOUR - One Year Anniversary
Klaine Anniversary
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,889
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: Season 3
Warnings: …I’m really lame…
Kurt closed his eyes, smiling a soft private smile as he blocked out the cacophony of the high school cafeteria at lunch time in favor of the simple, perky plucking of piano keys creating the sound of a song from the late 1920s. In his mind’s eye he saw the whole scene replay for him as vivid as it had been when it happened the evening before. He had stepped into the Lima Bean at 8 o’clock sharp just like the note left in his locker by Blaine had directed. The main lights were off; the entire coffee shop shut down early for the night and lit only by candles on each table and the lamp on the piano to light the sheet music.
“He still won’t tell me how he managed to get a full-size piano in there,” said Kurt, after blinking back into reality.
He grinned at the star-struck faces of the girls crowded around him at the table. Their lunches forgotten as they waited with baited breath to hear all the details around Kurt and Blaine’s romantic first anniversary.
“The lights were off and the entire room was lit only by candles and the light at the piano,” explained Kurt with a dreamy smile. “He was sitting at the piano and the moment I walked in he began to play this old song.”
Kurt couldn’t help but grin as Tina, Rachel and even Mercedes all breathed out their own dreamy sighs. Blaine had once warned Kurt that he wasn’t very good at romance, but it seemed the year of being the boyfriend of a silly romantic had helped him grow in that area.
“He didn’t say anything, didn’t even look up, just played the song on the piano,” continued Kurt, smiling and shaking his head as he reminisced.
“What was the song?” asked Tina.
Kurt smiled and hummed, closing his eyes so he could transport himself back to the night before. After finding the note in his locker, he had gone home after school to shower and change into something amazing. He wouldn’t admit it, but it had probably taken him the better part of an hour to finally decide on what to wear. He had pulled up to the Lima Bean that evening with a few minutes to spare, so, he took a few moments to check his hair in the mirror, fluffing up the front with his fingers.
At two minutes to eight, he had gotten out of his vehicle and locked it. He frowned when he noticed how dark the coffee shop looked. All the blinds were pulled shut over the windows and the sign on the door was turned to say ‘closed’. The Lima Bean usually didn’t close until ten o’clock, nine on weekends. Lips pursed and brow furrowed, Kurt warily approached the front door. He pushed on the door experimentally. It gave and Kurt found himself stepping into the dimly lit shop.
The moment he stepped in, music began to play and it took Kurt just a moment to notice the large piano across the room where Blaine was sitting, back to him, plucking at the keys. Kurt stepped further into the shop, the front door swinging shut behind him. The tables each had a fat candle flickering light around the large room. After playing the beginning of the song a few times on the piano, Blaine began to sing in a low but jovial voice.
When the little bluebird
Who has never said a word
Starts to sing Spring
When the little bluebell
At the bottom of the dell
Starts to ring Ding dong Ding dong
When the little blue clerk
In the middle of his work
Starts a tune to the moon up above
It is nature that is all
Simply telling us to fall in love
Kurt smiled but his eyebrows pressed together as he worked to place the somewhat familiar old tune. It was obvious from his voice and posture that Blaine was smiling brightly as he played and sang the song. Kurt slowly made his way through the maze of tables toward Blaine.
But that’s why birds do it,
Bees do it,
Even educated fleas do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.
Someone dressed in black quickly stepped out from the shadows next to the piano. Blaine jumped up from the piano bench as the figure slid onto it to continue playing the song, not missing a single note. Blaine spun around and grinned directly at Kurt, still singing the song.
Cold Cape Cod clams, ‘gainst their wish, do it
Even lazy jellyfish do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
I’ve heard that lizards and frogs do it
Layin’ on a rock
They say that roosters do it
With a doodle and cock
Kurt snorted indelicately at the lyrics, but was quick to school his amusement back into a simple smile. Grinning as he sang, Blaine stepped around the tables as he approached Kurt. Smiling back, Kurt rolled his eyes playfully and was about to say something when suddenly, a whole group of people appeared from the shadows at the sides of the shop. They were dressed in black and dancing in couples as they suddenly sang backup for Blaine.
In Spain the best upper sets do it,
Lithuanians and Letts do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it,
Not to mention the Finns,
Folks in Siam do it,
Think of Siamese twins.
Some Argentines without means do it,
People say in Boston even beans do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.
“Blaine has never been one for choosing appropriate songs,” laughed Kurt, after blinking himself back into reality at Mercedes’ pressing.
“I remember you telling us about the song he sang last Valentine’s Day to that Gap guy,” said Rachel with a nod.
“Sex toys, girls,” deadpanned Kurt. “Sex toys.”
“So, what did he sing to you?” asked Mercedes, giving Kurt a ‘you better spill’ look.
“Cole Porter’s ‘Let’s Do It’,” sighed Kurt, finally looking down at the salad in front of him.
Mercedes and Tina exchanged looks, not knowing the song but their minds obviously turning over the current-day implications given by the title. Rachel began humming the tune before beginning to sing.
In shallow shoals English soles do it,
Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.
Kurt laughed lightly at the incredulous looks on Mercedes’ and Tina’s faces as the lyrics Rachel was singing began to sink in. Then, he closed his eyes and remembered the happy grin on Blaine’s face as he sang the song to Kurt.
The dragonflies in the reeds do it,
Sentimental centipedes do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.
Mosquitoes, heaven forbid, do it,
So does every katydid do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.
Blaine reached for Kurt’s hand and spun him around the floor. They danced together, sidestepping the tables as they moved to the music around the coffee shop. Blaine kept singing.
The most refined ladybugs do it,
When a gentleman calls,
Moths in your rugs do it,
What’s the use of moth balls?
Kurt was laughing happily, switching between looking into the face of his boyfriend and watching the couples dressed in black do acrobatic dance moves as they tangoed on the sides of the room.
Locusts in trees do it,
Bees do it,
Even overeducated fleas do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
The piano slowed down and brought the song to a close. Blaine and Kurt stopped dancing, standing together, still holding onto the other. Blaine’s eyes sparkled in the flickering light of the candles. He leaned toward Kurt a little before singing the line one last time.
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
Then Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt. Their lips slotted together perfectly with the ease of an entire year’s worth of practise. Kurt sighed and moved his arms to wrap around Blaine’s neck and pull him in closer as he deepened the kiss.
“Happy Anniversary, Kurt,” spoke Blaine a little breathlessly when they finally pulled apart.
“So, he had you come to your favorite coffee house where you two have spent way too much time over the past years,” began Tina, pulling Kurt from his reminiscing as she attempted to summarize everything Kurt had told them so far. “You arrive only to find out that he had the whole place shut down so that you two can celebrate there. When you step in, he sings you a sweet but somewhat inappropriate song…”
“At least he took out some of the racist lines,” muttered Kurt with an amused grin.
“… and you two dance around the shop together,” continued Tina. “Then what happened when the song was over?”
Kurt smiled.
The three girls leaned in.
“The guy who had been playing piano went behind the counter and made us our usual coffee orders,” explained Kurt. “Blaine had us sit at one of the tables and the guy brought us out our coffees and a plate of biscotti.”
“Aww,” breathed out Mercedes and Tina.
Rachel opened her mouth like she was going to go into one of her long-winded speeches, but Mercedes was quick to cover it before gesturing with her other hand for Kurt to go on.
“We talked for a long time,” said Kurt with a smile and a shrug. “About us. We talked about how we met and how we felt about each other, and we talked about how we got together and our favorite memories together. We talked about our favorite things about each other. We talked about our future.”
Every expression that crossed Kurt’s face during the retelling over his evening with Blaine had a goofy, love-struck undertone to it. Kurt knew he looked lovestruck and silly but he hardly cared. He took a long drink of his bottle of water as the girls continued to hang on his every word, obviously living vicariously through the romanticism that was his relationship.
“At some point everyone else had left,” continued Kurt. “Probably not long after the song had finished, but I really didn’t notice when they left. In any case, we talked for a long time and then we blew out the all the candles and went back to Blaine’s house.”
“And like dragonflies in the reeds…” cut in Blaine, suddenly, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at the three girls across the table.
Kurt glanced up in surprise at his boyfriend who had suddenly appeared and was hovering over his shoulder. The girls were giggling. Blaine grinned and leaned down to capture Kurt’s lips in a quick kiss. Kurt was shocked that Blaine would kiss him in the middle of McKinley’s cafeteria but he kissed him back enthusiastically.
“It was the best year of my life,” said Blaine when they pulled apart mere seconds later. “And the very best part is knowing that I have countless more ahead of me.”
The girls swooned and Kurt caught himself doing the same.
“You really need to work on your song choices, though,” said Kurt, quickly recovering and raising an accusing eyebrow.
Blaine just smiled and winked.
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