FIC: The Wedding
Media: Fic
Title: The Wedding
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none, it's totally AU
Rating: G
Warnings (if any): none, really
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: Kurt Hummel finds himself at a very unlikely location, talking ot a very unlikely person. Who knew snatching something from underneath Kate Middleton's nose while thrift shopping would lead to him meeting his very own Prince Charming?
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The soft melody of the violins floated in the air when Blaine Anderson scoped the room, looking for someone to take his mind off the dull procedures of the event. The list of guests read like the who's who of Britain, dashed of course with the expected Royal Blood.
However, Blaine was not in the mood to lament over politics, horseback riding or hunting, he needed smalltalk, maybe a little flirt. He knew a few Princes who would be inclined, but that felt too close to incest, so he steered clear of them mostly.
Across the dance floor where once again the bride and groom gracefully led the crowd into yet another waltz Blaine caught a glimpse of a young man, dressed in a most fabulous kilt, immaculate hair and very tasteful accessories. Normally Blaine would have assumed he was of new money, or a somewhat lower aristocrat with the need to compensate his less then stellar social standing with a flashy outfit, were it not for the refreshing blush on the brunet's cheekbones and the nervous air around him. Somehow, that young boy sparked Blaine's interest and he slowly made his way around the dancing guests, closing in on the object of his fascination.
Kurt Hummel was a little bored, to be honest, but how often did you get to attend a royal wedding? If you were Kurt Hummel, obviously once in a lifetime. And it was a great excuse to look absolutely dashing, a true opportunity for fashion. If only he knew a few people who attended. But Kurt Hummel was neither of wealth, nor of social standing. He owed his presence to pure coincidence, therefore, he was all alone. He just breathed a quiet sigh when someone stopped next to him, glancing towards the same direction as him, towards William and Kate. For the corner of his eye, Kurt could see that the young man was about his age, and held a flute of champagne in his hands, similar to the one Kurt clutched.
“so, what do you think of this wedding?” the stranger asked softly, and Kurt could see without moving his head that he had turned towards him.
“Beautiful bride in a gorgeous gown. The rest seems a bit... dull” he sighed before turning... and almost dying of shock when he noticed exactly who he was talking to.
Blaine chuckled at Kurt's honesty, nodding slightly. “Well, I have to admit, sometimes those official events are a bit... stiff. But I agree, the bride is indeed very beautiful.” He took a small sip of his champagne and tried not to smile too bright at the young boy next to him that blushed deeply. “I think not many people bid on that gown. Did you have any success?” Blaine looked up at the slightly taller man, giving him a quick look-over when he stared into his champagne glass.
“Oh, I couldn't bet on the dress, that would not have been fair!” Kurt muttered, only to blush even more and avert his eyes quickly.
Now, Blaine was even more intrigued then he was before. “Oh, so you knew what dress she would wear?” he asked, turning his undivided attention to the fidgety young man. “May I ask how you came upon that privilege?”
Kurt sighed, tilting his head slightly upwards in a motion that could easily mistaken for stuck up, but that Blaine immediately recognized as a defense mechanism. Elating yourself above the others as a shield to avoid hurt, very classic.
“Well, I helped her pick it, naturally I knew which one she would wear!” he stated matter-of-factly, his eyes betraying his seemingly aloft attitude by darting across the room, looking for a convenient reason to excuse himself. But not if Blaine had any say in it.
“Well done then! I wonder if you could help me pick out something to wear for a formal event I'm invited to next month...” Blaine's voice trailed of, gauging his opponent's reaction. Wonder, amazement, disbelieve and a tiny bit of suppressed hope, interesting!
“Oh, I think you're doing a very good job on that on your own” Kurt breathed in a carefully flirting way before taking a sip of his champagne.
Blaine could not help but grin at that. His gaydar seemed to be fully functional then. “So, may I ask your name? And... how did you meet her?” he tilted his head towards the bride who now happily smiled at her husband on her arm, their love clearly visible to anyone watching.
“So obvious that I don't belong?” Kurt laughed quietly, looking embarrassed. “Kurt Hummel's the name, and I once snatched something from under her nose in a thrift shop... and all of a sudden, I'm at the Wedding of the century!” Another heavy sigh, another helpless sip on his champagne.
“Well, Kurt, seems like you got yourself into quite a situation then.” Blaine chuckled, before extending his hand. “Blaine Anderson, delighted to make your acquaintance.”
Kurt blushed again, shyly taking the offered limb. “Oh, I know who you are... after all, you are in line to the throne.”
“Only 26th, believe me, that's like not in line at all. It's only going downhill for me.” Blaine quipped, still holding on to Kurt's soft hand that felt so right in his own. “Now, Kurt, I'd say we ditch this stiff ceremony and go for some fresh air? I know just the place where we can talk a little more... in private”
Blaine smiled hopefully at Kurt, ever so slightly brushing his thumb over the back of Kurt's hand.
All Kurt could do was suppress a small, adorable squeal and nod shyly before Blaine tugged him along an empty hallway towards a door opening into a beautiful pavilion.