What If They Didn't Kiss? (6/7)
Title: What If They Didn't Kiss?
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Word Count: 13,745 (altogether)
Spoilers: "Original Song", Season 2, Glee
Summary: Blaine finally realizes that he is in love with Kurt, but is it too late?
"You're here early," commented Blaine, as he stepped into the room.
Kurt turned to smile at Blaine.
"I found the music for the song and have it all ready. I know we'll be practising with the rest of the group tomorrow, but I thought it'd be helpful to have the music back us for now," Kurt informed him. "Have you been practising your parts on your own?"
Blaine simply nodded, placing his book bag down on the chesterfield before turning back to regard Kurt. His stomach twisted with nerves as he thought over how he would bring up the subject of the two of them going on a date.
"Great," spoke Kurt. "Let's begin."
With that, Kurt pressed the play button on the small stereo and music began to flood the room.
"The power lines went out and I am all alone..." sang out Kurt.
Blaine couldn't help but shiver as goose-bumps began to sprout from his skin. He moved to stand nearer to Kurt, a smile stretching across his face. He was so caught up in the few lines Kurt had sung that he almost missed his verse.
"All the games you played, the promises you made," he began in the nick of time.
Kurt grinned at him.
Blaine's heart fluttered in his chest; this was a far cry from their last practise together.
"So, I think we should all walk in as a group," started Blaine, when they finished singing through the song. "You and I can be on opposite sides of the group. The lights will go on and then you can step down from the group to start singing."
Kurt smiled, his eyes dancing as he watched Blaine talk enthusiastically, his arms waving around as he spoke. Blaine was his most enthusiastic when planning numbers.
"Okay, so, say the group is standing on steps here," said Blaine, motioning to the middle of the room. "Then, you..." continued Blaine, grabbing Kurt by the waist and directing him towards where he had motioned. "...You will be standing here, maybe one or two people in from the outside of the group, but near the edge."
Swallowing hard at Blaine's touch, Kurt just nodded helplessly as he allowed the shorter boy to move him across the floor. Blaine seemed to realize what he was doing at that moment. He stopped talking and just looked into Kurt's eyes. Kurt stared back, sure that his quickened heartbeat was echoing through the silent room. Blaine coughed lightly moments later and let go of Kurt before taking a step back.
"Anyway," croaked Blaine, trying to force his voice to sound normal. "Anyway, when you start singing, you can step down from the rest of the Warblers onto the main stage. I'll do the same when it is time to sing my part."
"That," stuttered Kurt. "That sounds good."
"Awesome," replied Blaine, reaching back to scratch his neck nervously. "So, uh, we should sing through the song a few more times, then."
Kurt nodded.
"Well, I better get going," said Kurt, gathering his things.
"Hey, uh, Kurt," spoke Blaine, not wanting him to go just yet. He hadn't mustered up the courage to ask him out yet.
Kurt stopped moving and looked at Blaine expectantly.
"Would... would you..." Blaine began, but for some reason he couldn't do it. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Can I walk you to your car?"
"Yeah, sure," replied Kurt, shrugging.
Blaine smiled slightly. Kurt slung his bag over his shoulder and picked up the little portable CD player.
"Ready?" asked Kurt.
Nodding, Blaine grabbed his bag and moved to walk beside Kurt, their footsteps falling in unison.
"Do you think we're ready for tomorrow?" asked Kurt.
"For sure," nodded Blaine, swallowing nervously. "We've got this and tomorrow, when we practise with the rest of the Warblers, we'll ace it."
"How are you always so confident?" enquired Kurt, smiling fondly at Blaine.
Blaine wanted to laugh; if Kurt only knew.
They walked together through the nearly empty Dalton halls. Only a few students and faculty members were left. Most of the students had gone home or back to their dorms since classes had been finished for well over an hour.
When they reached Kurt's Navigator where it was waiting in the parking lot, Kurt turned to Blaine. There had to be a reason Blaine had walked him out there, but they had been silent the entire walk.
"So," spoke Kurt, studying Blaine.
"So," replied Blaine, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Kurt lifted an eyebrow at the nervous movement, knowing Blaine wasn't one to utilize the pockets of his uniform pants.
"So," repeated Blaine, noticing the look on Kurt's face. "Kurt?"
"Yes, Blaine?" asked Kurt. He would have busted out laughing had he not been eagerly (and maybe a little frustratedly) anticipating whatever it was that Blaine was trying to get out. "What is it?"
Blaine took a deep breath.
"Do you want to go out to dinner with me on Saturday?" asked Blaine, quickly, before pausing to add; "like on a date?"
Kurt did burst out laughing this time.
"No," replied Kurt, trying to sober from his laughter when he saw that it had caused Blaine's face to fall. "I mean, not no... but... I... Blaine... I'm not laughing at you for asking me out... well, I kind of am... But only because you were so, so, so nervous which is ridiculous because you're never nervous and it's just me... and also because you asked me to go out with you on Saturday."
"What's wrong with Saturday?" asked Blaine, frowning at Kurt.
"Really, Blaine?" asked Kurt, not able to keep the small giggle from his voice. "Regionals is on Saturday."
Blaine blushed.
"What about Fr..." started Blaine.
"Friday is family meal at my house," cut in Kurt. "How about Thursday?"
"Yeah, yeah, Thursday would be great," replied Blaine, a hint of enthusiasm growing in his voice. "So, I'll take that as a 'yes' to the date, then."
"That's definitely a 'yes' to the date," laughed Kurt.
Blaine grinned brightly.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Kurt."
"Bye," replied Kurt, smiling.
He watched Blaine walk back up to the school before unlocking his vehicle and climbing inside. Settling into the driver's seat, Kurt exhaled the breath he didn't realize that he had been holding. Instead of starting the vehicle, though, he grabbed his cell phone and called Mercedes.
"Mercedes," exclaimed Kurt, when she answered the phone. "I have a date with Blaine."
At times it felt like Thursday would never come, but for the most part, the days went by quickly, especially since Regionals was coming and the Warblers were anxiously getting ready. Kurt couldn't help but grin when he learned from Jeff on Tuesday morning that Blaine had been seen dancing in the halls after coming back into the school from walking Kurt to his vehicle.
Blaine's excitement over their coming date had been pretty obvious that day, too. He was practically bouncing off the walls at lunchtime with enthusiasm. And he acted much more outgoing than his decidedly dapper Dalton persona normally would allow. Wednesday had brought a slightly closer to regular Blaine, but he grinned a lot more than normal. Thursday, well, Thursday introduced Kurt to a completely different Blaine altogether; a nervous, quiet Blaine who flashed him a lot of shy smiles. All of these Blaines were absolutely adorable in Kurt's eyes and he was counting down the minutes until their first date.
Warblers practise after school meant that Kurt didn't have time go home before his date. He was frustrated to have that time at home to ready. He had brought his chosen outfit with him, though. After practise he was quick to dash to the bathroom to change and try to refresh his hairstyle.
Leaned up against his car, Blaine was already ready and waiting when Kurt came out to the parking lot. Blaine looked sharp in a simple charcoal notch-collar cardigan with hints of a grey and black plaid dress shirt peaking from the under the collar of the sweater. And Kurt really did not mind how Blaine's dark jeans fit him much closer than his Dalton slacks.
"Hey," said Blaine, smiling.
Straightening from where he was leaning against the passenger side of his vehicle, Blaine opened the door for his date. Getting into the vehicle, Kurt smiled up at him as he settled into the passenger seat. Blaine shut the door and walked around the front of the car to the driver's side.
"So, I'm sorry I'm not dressed really formally or anything. I really wanted to look nice for our first date," spoke Blaine once they had pulled out of the Dalton parking lot and were on the road. "I just didn't really want to spark a lot of interest or draw a lot of attention to the fact we were on a date... Not that I am ashamed of being on a date with you, Kurt... I'm convinced that tonight I'm the luckiest guy ever because I get to be on a date with you... it's just that we're two guys and this is Ohio and... and... I'd rather not be bothered by anyone while we're out... you know?"
"Relax, Blaine," laughed Kurt, instinctively patting Blaine's knee without thinking about it. "I understand, and, really, I barely ever get to see you out of your Dalton uniform. You could have worn ratty jeans and a cheap t-shirt I would have enjoyed the change."
Blaine smiled.
"Not that I would want you to wear ratty jeans and cheap t-shirts on our dates," added Kurt, giving Blaine a look of warning.
Laughing, Blaine nodded.
"Message received," he replied humorously, although he was a little preoccupied with the fact that Kurt had used the plural 'dates'.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Blaine was quick to get out and run around the car so he could open Kurt's door for him. Kurt wasn't sure if he liked it or if he felt a little emasculated by it, but Blaine was just trying to be a gentleman, so, he accepted it with a smile.
Kurt pulled his grey plaid peacoat tighter when a small breeze picked up as they walked up the sidewalk. The March air still had a bite to it. He had opted for a slightly more conservative outfit for the evening. As much as he wanted to take the opportunity to dress to the nines, like Blaine, he hadn't wanted to attract outside attention. At least more attention than two guys going to a fancy restaurant together already would. His grey double-breasted peacoat was probably the most exciting thing he was wearing with its grey plaid pattern. Under it he wore a simple lavender dress shirt, a grey bowtie, paired with simple form-fitting black slacks.
When they entered the restaurant, the hostess took their coats and hung them up before directing the boys to a table. As they walked, Kurt noticed a familiar dirty blonde taking the order at a table a few tables away from them. His hair was cut shorter and he was actually dressed nicely in a silk shirt and black dress pants to be uniform with the other staff, but he was still obviously the senior manager Blaine had chased around the Gap only a month earlier. Elbowing Blaine lightly, Kurt motioned with his head towards the young man. Blaine inhaled sharply when he recognized him.
"Your server tonight will be Jeremiah," spoke the hostess, handing them menus after they were seated. "He'll be along shortly to get your drink order."
"You've got to be kidding me," muttered Kurt under his breath.
"Thank you," replied Blaine, smiling warmly at the hostess.
When she had left, Blaine dropped his menu and moved to stand.
"Let's go," he whispered to Kurt, grabbing his hand to pull him from the booth.
"What?" whispered Kurt in surprise.
"There's no way we're staying here with Jeremiah as our waiter," replied Blaine, directing Kurt to follow him as they tried to inconspicuously leave.
Kurt was relieved.
Seeing Jeremiah coming their way across the restaurant, Blaine and Kurt ducked their heads and speed-walked down the aisle between the tables toward the entrance. Blaine quickly grabbed their coats from where they were hanging and shoved Kurt's into his arms before dashing out the doors, Kurt in hot pursuit. Once they were outside, they took a moment to catch their breaths and put on their coats before heading silently back to Blaine's car.
"Do you think he saw us?" breathed Blaine, once they were both seated in the car.
Kurt shrugged.
"I thought he worked at the Gap," commented Kurt after a few moments of silence.
"He got fired, remember?" replied Blaine, head still spinning.
Kurt laughed lightly, breaking the strange tension.
"That's right, you got him fired," responded Kurt, grinning over at Blaine.
"Serves him right," huffed Blaine causing Kurt to burst into another fit of giggles.
Blaine mock-glared at Kurt before giving in and joining him in laughter.
"Well," started Blaine after they had both finished laughing. "Since my plans for us this evening kind of got ruined, where do you want to go?"
"Let's just drive until we find an eatery we've never gone to before," suggested Kurt, enthusiastically.
"Ooh, adventurous," replied Blaine, winking at him before starting the car's engine.
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Word Count: 13,745 (altogether)
Spoilers: "Original Song", Season 2, Glee
Summary: Blaine finally realizes that he is in love with Kurt, but is it too late?
"You're here early," commented Blaine, as he stepped into the room.
Kurt turned to smile at Blaine.
"I found the music for the song and have it all ready. I know we'll be practising with the rest of the group tomorrow, but I thought it'd be helpful to have the music back us for now," Kurt informed him. "Have you been practising your parts on your own?"
Blaine simply nodded, placing his book bag down on the chesterfield before turning back to regard Kurt. His stomach twisted with nerves as he thought over how he would bring up the subject of the two of them going on a date.
"Great," spoke Kurt. "Let's begin."
With that, Kurt pressed the play button on the small stereo and music began to flood the room.
"The power lines went out and I am all alone..." sang out Kurt.
Blaine couldn't help but shiver as goose-bumps began to sprout from his skin. He moved to stand nearer to Kurt, a smile stretching across his face. He was so caught up in the few lines Kurt had sung that he almost missed his verse.
"All the games you played, the promises you made," he began in the nick of time.
Kurt grinned at him.
Blaine's heart fluttered in his chest; this was a far cry from their last practise together.
"So, I think we should all walk in as a group," started Blaine, when they finished singing through the song. "You and I can be on opposite sides of the group. The lights will go on and then you can step down from the group to start singing."
Kurt smiled, his eyes dancing as he watched Blaine talk enthusiastically, his arms waving around as he spoke. Blaine was his most enthusiastic when planning numbers.
"Okay, so, say the group is standing on steps here," said Blaine, motioning to the middle of the room. "Then, you..." continued Blaine, grabbing Kurt by the waist and directing him towards where he had motioned. "...You will be standing here, maybe one or two people in from the outside of the group, but near the edge."
Swallowing hard at Blaine's touch, Kurt just nodded helplessly as he allowed the shorter boy to move him across the floor. Blaine seemed to realize what he was doing at that moment. He stopped talking and just looked into Kurt's eyes. Kurt stared back, sure that his quickened heartbeat was echoing through the silent room. Blaine coughed lightly moments later and let go of Kurt before taking a step back.
"Anyway," croaked Blaine, trying to force his voice to sound normal. "Anyway, when you start singing, you can step down from the rest of the Warblers onto the main stage. I'll do the same when it is time to sing my part."
"That," stuttered Kurt. "That sounds good."
"Awesome," replied Blaine, reaching back to scratch his neck nervously. "So, uh, we should sing through the song a few more times, then."
Kurt nodded.
"Well, I better get going," said Kurt, gathering his things.
"Hey, uh, Kurt," spoke Blaine, not wanting him to go just yet. He hadn't mustered up the courage to ask him out yet.
Kurt stopped moving and looked at Blaine expectantly.
"Would... would you..." Blaine began, but for some reason he couldn't do it. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Can I walk you to your car?"
"Yeah, sure," replied Kurt, shrugging.
Blaine smiled slightly. Kurt slung his bag over his shoulder and picked up the little portable CD player.
"Ready?" asked Kurt.
Nodding, Blaine grabbed his bag and moved to walk beside Kurt, their footsteps falling in unison.
"Do you think we're ready for tomorrow?" asked Kurt.
"For sure," nodded Blaine, swallowing nervously. "We've got this and tomorrow, when we practise with the rest of the Warblers, we'll ace it."
"How are you always so confident?" enquired Kurt, smiling fondly at Blaine.
Blaine wanted to laugh; if Kurt only knew.
They walked together through the nearly empty Dalton halls. Only a few students and faculty members were left. Most of the students had gone home or back to their dorms since classes had been finished for well over an hour.
When they reached Kurt's Navigator where it was waiting in the parking lot, Kurt turned to Blaine. There had to be a reason Blaine had walked him out there, but they had been silent the entire walk.
"So," spoke Kurt, studying Blaine.
"So," replied Blaine, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Kurt lifted an eyebrow at the nervous movement, knowing Blaine wasn't one to utilize the pockets of his uniform pants.
"So," repeated Blaine, noticing the look on Kurt's face. "Kurt?"
"Yes, Blaine?" asked Kurt. He would have busted out laughing had he not been eagerly (and maybe a little frustratedly) anticipating whatever it was that Blaine was trying to get out. "What is it?"
Blaine took a deep breath.
"Do you want to go out to dinner with me on Saturday?" asked Blaine, quickly, before pausing to add; "like on a date?"
Kurt did burst out laughing this time.
"No," replied Kurt, trying to sober from his laughter when he saw that it had caused Blaine's face to fall. "I mean, not no... but... I... Blaine... I'm not laughing at you for asking me out... well, I kind of am... But only because you were so, so, so nervous which is ridiculous because you're never nervous and it's just me... and also because you asked me to go out with you on Saturday."
"What's wrong with Saturday?" asked Blaine, frowning at Kurt.
"Really, Blaine?" asked Kurt, not able to keep the small giggle from his voice. "Regionals is on Saturday."
Blaine blushed.
"What about Fr..." started Blaine.
"Friday is family meal at my house," cut in Kurt. "How about Thursday?"
"Yeah, yeah, Thursday would be great," replied Blaine, a hint of enthusiasm growing in his voice. "So, I'll take that as a 'yes' to the date, then."
"That's definitely a 'yes' to the date," laughed Kurt.
Blaine grinned brightly.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Kurt."
"Bye," replied Kurt, smiling.
He watched Blaine walk back up to the school before unlocking his vehicle and climbing inside. Settling into the driver's seat, Kurt exhaled the breath he didn't realize that he had been holding. Instead of starting the vehicle, though, he grabbed his cell phone and called Mercedes.
"Mercedes," exclaimed Kurt, when she answered the phone. "I have a date with Blaine."
At times it felt like Thursday would never come, but for the most part, the days went by quickly, especially since Regionals was coming and the Warblers were anxiously getting ready. Kurt couldn't help but grin when he learned from Jeff on Tuesday morning that Blaine had been seen dancing in the halls after coming back into the school from walking Kurt to his vehicle.
Blaine's excitement over their coming date had been pretty obvious that day, too. He was practically bouncing off the walls at lunchtime with enthusiasm. And he acted much more outgoing than his decidedly dapper Dalton persona normally would allow. Wednesday had brought a slightly closer to regular Blaine, but he grinned a lot more than normal. Thursday, well, Thursday introduced Kurt to a completely different Blaine altogether; a nervous, quiet Blaine who flashed him a lot of shy smiles. All of these Blaines were absolutely adorable in Kurt's eyes and he was counting down the minutes until their first date.
Warblers practise after school meant that Kurt didn't have time go home before his date. He was frustrated to have that time at home to ready. He had brought his chosen outfit with him, though. After practise he was quick to dash to the bathroom to change and try to refresh his hairstyle.
Leaned up against his car, Blaine was already ready and waiting when Kurt came out to the parking lot. Blaine looked sharp in a simple charcoal notch-collar cardigan with hints of a grey and black plaid dress shirt peaking from the under the collar of the sweater. And Kurt really did not mind how Blaine's dark jeans fit him much closer than his Dalton slacks.
"Hey," said Blaine, smiling.
Straightening from where he was leaning against the passenger side of his vehicle, Blaine opened the door for his date. Getting into the vehicle, Kurt smiled up at him as he settled into the passenger seat. Blaine shut the door and walked around the front of the car to the driver's side.
"So, I'm sorry I'm not dressed really formally or anything. I really wanted to look nice for our first date," spoke Blaine once they had pulled out of the Dalton parking lot and were on the road. "I just didn't really want to spark a lot of interest or draw a lot of attention to the fact we were on a date... Not that I am ashamed of being on a date with you, Kurt... I'm convinced that tonight I'm the luckiest guy ever because I get to be on a date with you... it's just that we're two guys and this is Ohio and... and... I'd rather not be bothered by anyone while we're out... you know?"
"Relax, Blaine," laughed Kurt, instinctively patting Blaine's knee without thinking about it. "I understand, and, really, I barely ever get to see you out of your Dalton uniform. You could have worn ratty jeans and a cheap t-shirt I would have enjoyed the change."
Blaine smiled.
"Not that I would want you to wear ratty jeans and cheap t-shirts on our dates," added Kurt, giving Blaine a look of warning.
Laughing, Blaine nodded.
"Message received," he replied humorously, although he was a little preoccupied with the fact that Kurt had used the plural 'dates'.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Blaine was quick to get out and run around the car so he could open Kurt's door for him. Kurt wasn't sure if he liked it or if he felt a little emasculated by it, but Blaine was just trying to be a gentleman, so, he accepted it with a smile.
Kurt pulled his grey plaid peacoat tighter when a small breeze picked up as they walked up the sidewalk. The March air still had a bite to it. He had opted for a slightly more conservative outfit for the evening. As much as he wanted to take the opportunity to dress to the nines, like Blaine, he hadn't wanted to attract outside attention. At least more attention than two guys going to a fancy restaurant together already would. His grey double-breasted peacoat was probably the most exciting thing he was wearing with its grey plaid pattern. Under it he wore a simple lavender dress shirt, a grey bowtie, paired with simple form-fitting black slacks.
When they entered the restaurant, the hostess took their coats and hung them up before directing the boys to a table. As they walked, Kurt noticed a familiar dirty blonde taking the order at a table a few tables away from them. His hair was cut shorter and he was actually dressed nicely in a silk shirt and black dress pants to be uniform with the other staff, but he was still obviously the senior manager Blaine had chased around the Gap only a month earlier. Elbowing Blaine lightly, Kurt motioned with his head towards the young man. Blaine inhaled sharply when he recognized him.
"Your server tonight will be Jeremiah," spoke the hostess, handing them menus after they were seated. "He'll be along shortly to get your drink order."
"You've got to be kidding me," muttered Kurt under his breath.
"Thank you," replied Blaine, smiling warmly at the hostess.
When she had left, Blaine dropped his menu and moved to stand.
"Let's go," he whispered to Kurt, grabbing his hand to pull him from the booth.
"What?" whispered Kurt in surprise.
"There's no way we're staying here with Jeremiah as our waiter," replied Blaine, directing Kurt to follow him as they tried to inconspicuously leave.
Kurt was relieved.
Seeing Jeremiah coming their way across the restaurant, Blaine and Kurt ducked their heads and speed-walked down the aisle between the tables toward the entrance. Blaine quickly grabbed their coats from where they were hanging and shoved Kurt's into his arms before dashing out the doors, Kurt in hot pursuit. Once they were outside, they took a moment to catch their breaths and put on their coats before heading silently back to Blaine's car.
"Do you think he saw us?" breathed Blaine, once they were both seated in the car.
Kurt shrugged.
"I thought he worked at the Gap," commented Kurt after a few moments of silence.
"He got fired, remember?" replied Blaine, head still spinning.
Kurt laughed lightly, breaking the strange tension.
"That's right, you got him fired," responded Kurt, grinning over at Blaine.
"Serves him right," huffed Blaine causing Kurt to burst into another fit of giggles.
Blaine mock-glared at Kurt before giving in and joining him in laughter.
"Well," started Blaine after they had both finished laughing. "Since my plans for us this evening kind of got ruined, where do you want to go?"
"Let's just drive until we find an eatery we've never gone to before," suggested Kurt, enthusiastically.
"Ooh, adventurous," replied Blaine, winking at him before starting the car's engine.