His Perfect Partner (10/?)
Title: His Perfect Partner (10/?)
Rating: R
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.14 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2381
Summary: After five disappointing seasons on the show, professional dancer Kurt Hummel finally has his chance at ballroom glory. With actress and fan favorite Kim Schrodinger as his partner, Kurt vows to channel all his focus into winning that mirrorball trophy - distractions, including men, be damned. Enter Blaine Anderson, a gorgeous, confusing pop star who may turn out to be the biggest distraction of them all.
In This Chapter: Kurt attempts to answer that all-important question: Is it a date, or isn't it?
Author's Note: This is a Dancing with the Stars/Glee crossover AU, in which Kurt grew up dancing and became a professional on the show in his mid-twenties, and Blaine is a pop star with a very private private life. Other familiar Glee faces, some actual DWTS pros, and a couple of OCs appear to round out the cast of characters. I'll be posting twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays. I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and some fun multi-media extras that will go along with many chapters. Thanks to
samzgurl,
wintercreek, and
gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times.
“It’s not a date. I don’t think,” Kurt said to Kim, Mercedes, and Tina over coffee and egg-white omelets the next morning. Kim had listened to him dither for over an hour at the beginning of their rehearsal the day before, and then had called an emergency breakfast meeting.
“It’s dressing up for dinner out on a Friday night, Kurt. It’s a date,” Cedes said, shaking her head at him.
“But it’s just him thanking me for helping -”
“Which is a whole other thing you never do, but we won’t get into that now,” Cedes replied. “Anyway. As I was saying: date.”
“Maybe?” Kurt made a face at the three women staring at him.
“Definitely,” Kim said.
“Maybe he just really likes to try new restaurants and no one else was free?” Kurt asked.
“Yes, obviously.” Kim rolled her eyes. “Don’t be purposely obtuse. It’s a date. It may have involved the lamest, least obvious ask in the history of dates, but it’s a date.”
“I’m with Kim on this one,” Tina said, effectively killing Kurt’s hope for an ally in this conversation. “We know for sure he likes boys now, and he asked you to dinner. I know it was couched as a thank you, but maybe he’s just the worst romantic in history.”
“Which I know you find endearing,” Cedes said, brandishing a finger at Kurt, “so don’t even start.”
“Maybe I should start hanging out with boys more often,” Kurt muttered.
“Like who? Maks? Your brother? I’d love to see you try to get a useful response about this out of either one of them,” Cedes said. Kurt had to admit she had a point.
“Kurtsie,” Kim said, somehow managing to make the nickname sound affectionate rather than appalling. “We just want what’s best for you, and what’s best for you is not freaking out about what this is.”
“What’s best is going out with Blaine, having an amazing time, and not stressing,” Tina said firmly. “It’s not like you have to marry the boy. Just go have some fun. You deserve it.”
“I guess,” Kurt said, knowing it was a lost cause. All three of them cheered. “God, first I have to get through a rehearsal with him. What was I thinking?”
“You were thinking, ‘wow, that boy has a - ’” Kim began.
“Please don’t finish that sentence,” Kurt said. “Just wish me luck and do not judge me if I text or call in a panic later tonight. All of you.”
“It’ll be fine,” Tina said.
“You’ll have a great time,” Cedes said.
“Get it, Kurtsie!” was Kim’s idea of words of wisdom. Somehow, her response was the one that made Kurt feel less stressed.
***
At five o’clock, Kim gave Kurt a kiss on the cheek and whispered “Fortitude!” in his ear before she winked and headed home. Kurt turned on some lovely, familiar classical music and anchored himself at the barre while he waited for Blaine to be done. He figured he might as well get in some ballet work while he had the time.
Kurt was well into his own head and his grand battements when Blaine wandered in, indicating with a wave of his hand that Kurt should finish. Kurt completed his kicks and turned into perfect first position to face Blaine.
“Do you ever stop dancing?” Blaine asked, fishing his dance shoes out of his bag.
“Not if I can help it, no. I think it’s my natural state of being.”
“It’s not a bad one to be stuck with. My brother would probably say that my natural state of being is spazz,” Blaine said, grinning. “As a kid, I was very bad at sitting down and shutting up.”
“ Like you’re better at that now?”
“Touché.”
“So,” Kurt said, after they’d exhausted their current quota of staring at one another stupidly. “How can I help?”
“My frame, probably. Elizabeth even broke out that medieval torture device the other day, but I don’t think I totally get it yet.”
“Uh oh - the posture bar is never a good sign. Were you slouching?” Kurt asked, walking around Blaine and studying his shoulders with a professional interest, for once.
“Maybe?” Blaine hunched defensively, and Kurt saw his problem.
“I’m not a fan of the posture bar, myself,” Kurt said, watching from behind Blaine until he relaxed and stood up. “I think it makes dancers paranoid rather than teaching them to ease into the proper position. It feels a little awkward at first, of course, but it shouldn’t be the thing you’re focused on when you’re dancing.”
“Did you know you sound a little pedantic when you’re teaching?” Blaine asked, catching Kurt’s eye in the mirror.
“I think I’ve heard that before, yes.” Kurt smiled as he stepped closer and smoothed his hands across Blaine’s shoulders. Blaine tensed and then relaxed into his natural line. “Good. Now, elbows up and settle back into your shoulders rather than fighting against them.”
“Ok,” Blaine said, and Kurt could feel him taking slow, deep breaths as he crowded close to help Blaine find his frame.
“How does that feel?” Kurt asked, his fingers making minute adjustments to Blaine’s elbows and wrists. Now focused on teaching, Kurt noted absently that Blaine’s arms were just as strong and lovely as they looked.
“Good. Better.”
“Excellent. Now your head.” Kurt moved around to face Blaine, touching his jaw lightly to guide it as Blaine turned his head. “Nice. Ease into it, rather than forcing yourself to stay that way.”
Kurt walked around Blaine one more time, giving Blaine a chance to turn off his brain and engage his arms and neck.
“You’re doing great,” Kurt said as he swung into follow position. He grinned when Blaine took his hand without question. “Now keep that feeling and direct us around the floor. Don’t worry about steps. Just move and see what happens.”
Blaine moved, hesitantly at first, but then with more confidence when Kurt followed his lead. He tensed up a little, but Kurt just nudged him in the back to get him to relax.
“The thing to remember about the quickstep is that nothing should be happening from the waist up. You should be kind of like a swan swimming,” Kurt said. “All the action should happen below the waterline.”
“That’s the part that makes no sense. How do you keep half of yourself still while the other half is running?” Blaine sounded frustrated, but he kept moving.
“It’s all in the knees. The plie is your friend, Blaine.”
“Ballet again? Maybe I should go find some pink shoes and a tutu.” Blaine said sardonically.
“Will you look at that, ladies and gentlemen: the pop star is capable of sarcasm!” Kurt laughed delightedly, and Blaine stopped them so he could whack Kurt on the arm.
Still chuckling, Kurt gave Blaine a few more pointers about his form. Then he stopped talking and let Blaine steer them around the room for a while. Blaine was humming quietly, which Kurt thought was far better than counting out loud, a habit he’d had to break Kim of during their first two weeks of rehearsal.
“Much better,” Kurt said when they came to a stop a few minutes later. “I think you might survive week two after all.”
“Was that a concern?” Blaine asked. Apparently his facility with sarcasm was going to be a recurring theme for the evening.
“Considering how both Matt and Rory danced on Monday night, I’m thinking no.”
“Good to know I’m not hopeless.”
“You’re far from hopeless,” Kurt said. In this scenario, he was the hopeless one, offering to spend lots of alone time with a guy he should really be trying to avoid. “In fact, I shouldn’t be helping you at all.”
“There’s that competitive streak again,” Blaine said.
“You’ll find that it rarely goes away. That’s why I was so successful at competitions.”
“And why your last few seasons have been so frustrating?” Blaine asked astutely.
“Something like that, yes.” The fact that Blaine could read him so well was discomfiting. Kurt stepped away to get a little space. “So, anything else you want to work on before my magnanimity reaches its limit?”
“Well, there’s this one string of footwork I can’t quite get up to speed,” Blaine said, and they were off and running, focused again on the task at hand.
***
An hour and a half later, after quick showers and a fight about who would drive, they were speeding along in Blaine’s car up into the hills. Blaine wouldn’t tell Kurt where they were headed, which was making Kurt crazy.
“You’re not allergic to anything, right?” Blaine asked, and Kurt shook his head. “Good. And you’re not averse to trying new things. I know that from New York. So relax and trust me.”
“Fine.” Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, and then reached out to fiddle with the radio when Blaine didn’t say anything more. A few minutes later, Blaine pulled up to what looked like… “A taco truck, Blaine? Really?”
“Not exactly,” Blaine said, swinging out of the car and coming around to Kurt’s door before Kurt stopped staring at the sight in front of him. Blaine held the door open with a flourish and a silly smile. “It started as a taco truck, but then it found a slightly more permanent home.”
“Ok,” Kurt said, following as Blaine stopped by the front of the truck to grab menus, and then led them around the back. “Oh my god.”
“I know, right?” Blaine was grinning now, taking in the charming little patio tables and the fairy lights hanging in the trees. Beyond the little grove where the tables sat, the lights of the city were just visible, distant and beautiful. “It’s one of those magic places that not enough people know about, but I don’t really want to tell them and spoil the secret.”
“I can see why.” Kurt took his seat and accepted a menu from Blaine. “How did you find this place?”
“I like exploring, and I like eating well. I was out driving one day, just clearing my head, and I saw the truck. It was one of the best stops I’ve ever made. Wait until you taste the food.”
They ordered two different entrees and guacamole to share, because Blaine insisted a trip to a taco truck wasn’t complete without lots of avocados. The place even made margaritas, which were amazing, though Kurt limited himself to just one.
“This is ridiculously delicious,” Kurt said, savoring another bite of his fish tacos. “If the pop star gig ever gets old, you could totally host one of those food shows on the Travel Channel.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Blaine said. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I definitely do. I’m almost serious about the future career. I mean, being a huge star with legions of adoring fans can’t be all it’s cracked up to be,” Kurt joked.
“You’d be surprised, actually,” Blaine said, looking down as he considered the second half of his burrito. “It gets tiring sometimes - all the traveling and interviews and concerts night after night. And it can be weirdly lonely.”
“Even with your friends in the band?” Kurt asked, and Blaine nodded.
“That probably sounds stupid and ungrateful, but I miss having home be a place I go to every night - or even on a regular basis. And I miss the time and space to write songs and live my life a little.”
“I think I know what you mean. That’s part of why I stopped competing and took this job. It’s busy, but I get to have friends and family and a life here. I mean, as annoying as he is, it’s nice to see my brother at work and around. And I’ve had way too much fun decorating my place, but it’s the first one that’s been truly mine, and I love that.”
“I bet.” Blaine was resting his head on one hand, watching Kurt as he talked. “I’ve been looking at houses here, actually. Haven’t told the guys yet, but I think I could use a home base. And a break.”
“Well, if you need any decorating help, I’d be happy to boss you around.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Blaine smiled sheepishly. “God, sorry, that was getting a little melancholy for dinner a la taco truck, wasn’t it? This was supposed to be fun.”
“It is,” Kurt assured him. “Thanks for bringing me.”
“Any time. And before you even try it, I’m paying. You taught; I buy. That’s how this is going down.”
“You’re bossy.”
“So are you. That’s why I’m preempting you this time.”
“Have you been taking lessons from Kim or something?” Kurt asked. “Because that does not bode well for me.”
“I’ll never tell!” Blaine called as he got up to pay the bill.
They settled into casual conversation as Blaine drove them back to the lot so Kurt could pick up his car. Blaine didn’t get out with him this time, leaning across the console to give Kurt a quick hug and a brilliant smile instead. He waited until Kurt was in his car and followed him out, beeping once and waving as they turned in different directions. Kurt drove home smiling and singing along to the radio, feeling perfectly content even though he still didn’t know if he’d just been on a date or not.
If it had been a date, it had been the most smoothly executed first date he’d ever experienced - good food, great conversation, and no awkward pauses. And if it hadn’t been, it had still been a wonderful time with someone who was rapidly becoming a close friend. Kurt knew he’d end up spending half the weekend detailing and arguing over the evening he’d just had once his friends got hold of him, so for now he held the memory close, turning it over in his own mind. It had been a great night. When he got home, he took a second to text Blaine and tell him so. Within a few minutes, he got a response back.
“I think so too. :) We should do it again sometime soon.”
There was only one response Kurt could think of for that.
“Absolutely.”
Rating: R
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.14 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2381
Summary: After five disappointing seasons on the show, professional dancer Kurt Hummel finally has his chance at ballroom glory. With actress and fan favorite Kim Schrodinger as his partner, Kurt vows to channel all his focus into winning that mirrorball trophy - distractions, including men, be damned. Enter Blaine Anderson, a gorgeous, confusing pop star who may turn out to be the biggest distraction of them all.
In This Chapter: Kurt attempts to answer that all-important question: Is it a date, or isn't it?
Author's Note: This is a Dancing with the Stars/Glee crossover AU, in which Kurt grew up dancing and became a professional on the show in his mid-twenties, and Blaine is a pop star with a very private private life. Other familiar Glee faces, some actual DWTS pros, and a couple of OCs appear to round out the cast of characters. I'll be posting twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays. I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and some fun multi-media extras that will go along with many chapters. Thanks to
samzgurl,
wintercreek, and
gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times.
“It’s not a date. I don’t think,” Kurt said to Kim, Mercedes, and Tina over coffee and egg-white omelets the next morning. Kim had listened to him dither for over an hour at the beginning of their rehearsal the day before, and then had called an emergency breakfast meeting.
“It’s dressing up for dinner out on a Friday night, Kurt. It’s a date,” Cedes said, shaking her head at him.
“But it’s just him thanking me for helping -”
“Which is a whole other thing you never do, but we won’t get into that now,” Cedes replied. “Anyway. As I was saying: date.”
“Maybe?” Kurt made a face at the three women staring at him.
“Definitely,” Kim said.
“Maybe he just really likes to try new restaurants and no one else was free?” Kurt asked.
“Yes, obviously.” Kim rolled her eyes. “Don’t be purposely obtuse. It’s a date. It may have involved the lamest, least obvious ask in the history of dates, but it’s a date.”
“I’m with Kim on this one,” Tina said, effectively killing Kurt’s hope for an ally in this conversation. “We know for sure he likes boys now, and he asked you to dinner. I know it was couched as a thank you, but maybe he’s just the worst romantic in history.”
“Which I know you find endearing,” Cedes said, brandishing a finger at Kurt, “so don’t even start.”
“Maybe I should start hanging out with boys more often,” Kurt muttered.
“Like who? Maks? Your brother? I’d love to see you try to get a useful response about this out of either one of them,” Cedes said. Kurt had to admit she had a point.
“Kurtsie,” Kim said, somehow managing to make the nickname sound affectionate rather than appalling. “We just want what’s best for you, and what’s best for you is not freaking out about what this is.”
“What’s best is going out with Blaine, having an amazing time, and not stressing,” Tina said firmly. “It’s not like you have to marry the boy. Just go have some fun. You deserve it.”
“I guess,” Kurt said, knowing it was a lost cause. All three of them cheered. “God, first I have to get through a rehearsal with him. What was I thinking?”
“You were thinking, ‘wow, that boy has a - ’” Kim began.
“Please don’t finish that sentence,” Kurt said. “Just wish me luck and do not judge me if I text or call in a panic later tonight. All of you.”
“It’ll be fine,” Tina said.
“You’ll have a great time,” Cedes said.
“Get it, Kurtsie!” was Kim’s idea of words of wisdom. Somehow, her response was the one that made Kurt feel less stressed.
***
At five o’clock, Kim gave Kurt a kiss on the cheek and whispered “Fortitude!” in his ear before she winked and headed home. Kurt turned on some lovely, familiar classical music and anchored himself at the barre while he waited for Blaine to be done. He figured he might as well get in some ballet work while he had the time.
Kurt was well into his own head and his grand battements when Blaine wandered in, indicating with a wave of his hand that Kurt should finish. Kurt completed his kicks and turned into perfect first position to face Blaine.
“Do you ever stop dancing?” Blaine asked, fishing his dance shoes out of his bag.
“Not if I can help it, no. I think it’s my natural state of being.”
“It’s not a bad one to be stuck with. My brother would probably say that my natural state of being is spazz,” Blaine said, grinning. “As a kid, I was very bad at sitting down and shutting up.”
“ Like you’re better at that now?”
“Touché.”
“So,” Kurt said, after they’d exhausted their current quota of staring at one another stupidly. “How can I help?”
“My frame, probably. Elizabeth even broke out that medieval torture device the other day, but I don’t think I totally get it yet.”
“Uh oh - the posture bar is never a good sign. Were you slouching?” Kurt asked, walking around Blaine and studying his shoulders with a professional interest, for once.
“Maybe?” Blaine hunched defensively, and Kurt saw his problem.
“I’m not a fan of the posture bar, myself,” Kurt said, watching from behind Blaine until he relaxed and stood up. “I think it makes dancers paranoid rather than teaching them to ease into the proper position. It feels a little awkward at first, of course, but it shouldn’t be the thing you’re focused on when you’re dancing.”
“Did you know you sound a little pedantic when you’re teaching?” Blaine asked, catching Kurt’s eye in the mirror.
“I think I’ve heard that before, yes.” Kurt smiled as he stepped closer and smoothed his hands across Blaine’s shoulders. Blaine tensed and then relaxed into his natural line. “Good. Now, elbows up and settle back into your shoulders rather than fighting against them.”
“Ok,” Blaine said, and Kurt could feel him taking slow, deep breaths as he crowded close to help Blaine find his frame.
“How does that feel?” Kurt asked, his fingers making minute adjustments to Blaine’s elbows and wrists. Now focused on teaching, Kurt noted absently that Blaine’s arms were just as strong and lovely as they looked.
“Good. Better.”
“Excellent. Now your head.” Kurt moved around to face Blaine, touching his jaw lightly to guide it as Blaine turned his head. “Nice. Ease into it, rather than forcing yourself to stay that way.”
Kurt walked around Blaine one more time, giving Blaine a chance to turn off his brain and engage his arms and neck.
“You’re doing great,” Kurt said as he swung into follow position. He grinned when Blaine took his hand without question. “Now keep that feeling and direct us around the floor. Don’t worry about steps. Just move and see what happens.”
Blaine moved, hesitantly at first, but then with more confidence when Kurt followed his lead. He tensed up a little, but Kurt just nudged him in the back to get him to relax.
“The thing to remember about the quickstep is that nothing should be happening from the waist up. You should be kind of like a swan swimming,” Kurt said. “All the action should happen below the waterline.”
“That’s the part that makes no sense. How do you keep half of yourself still while the other half is running?” Blaine sounded frustrated, but he kept moving.
“It’s all in the knees. The plie is your friend, Blaine.”
“Ballet again? Maybe I should go find some pink shoes and a tutu.” Blaine said sardonically.
“Will you look at that, ladies and gentlemen: the pop star is capable of sarcasm!” Kurt laughed delightedly, and Blaine stopped them so he could whack Kurt on the arm.
Still chuckling, Kurt gave Blaine a few more pointers about his form. Then he stopped talking and let Blaine steer them around the room for a while. Blaine was humming quietly, which Kurt thought was far better than counting out loud, a habit he’d had to break Kim of during their first two weeks of rehearsal.
“Much better,” Kurt said when they came to a stop a few minutes later. “I think you might survive week two after all.”
“Was that a concern?” Blaine asked. Apparently his facility with sarcasm was going to be a recurring theme for the evening.
“Considering how both Matt and Rory danced on Monday night, I’m thinking no.”
“Good to know I’m not hopeless.”
“You’re far from hopeless,” Kurt said. In this scenario, he was the hopeless one, offering to spend lots of alone time with a guy he should really be trying to avoid. “In fact, I shouldn’t be helping you at all.”
“There’s that competitive streak again,” Blaine said.
“You’ll find that it rarely goes away. That’s why I was so successful at competitions.”
“And why your last few seasons have been so frustrating?” Blaine asked astutely.
“Something like that, yes.” The fact that Blaine could read him so well was discomfiting. Kurt stepped away to get a little space. “So, anything else you want to work on before my magnanimity reaches its limit?”
“Well, there’s this one string of footwork I can’t quite get up to speed,” Blaine said, and they were off and running, focused again on the task at hand.
***
An hour and a half later, after quick showers and a fight about who would drive, they were speeding along in Blaine’s car up into the hills. Blaine wouldn’t tell Kurt where they were headed, which was making Kurt crazy.
“You’re not allergic to anything, right?” Blaine asked, and Kurt shook his head. “Good. And you’re not averse to trying new things. I know that from New York. So relax and trust me.”
“Fine.” Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, and then reached out to fiddle with the radio when Blaine didn’t say anything more. A few minutes later, Blaine pulled up to what looked like… “A taco truck, Blaine? Really?”
“Not exactly,” Blaine said, swinging out of the car and coming around to Kurt’s door before Kurt stopped staring at the sight in front of him. Blaine held the door open with a flourish and a silly smile. “It started as a taco truck, but then it found a slightly more permanent home.”
“Ok,” Kurt said, following as Blaine stopped by the front of the truck to grab menus, and then led them around the back. “Oh my god.”
“I know, right?” Blaine was grinning now, taking in the charming little patio tables and the fairy lights hanging in the trees. Beyond the little grove where the tables sat, the lights of the city were just visible, distant and beautiful. “It’s one of those magic places that not enough people know about, but I don’t really want to tell them and spoil the secret.”
“I can see why.” Kurt took his seat and accepted a menu from Blaine. “How did you find this place?”
“I like exploring, and I like eating well. I was out driving one day, just clearing my head, and I saw the truck. It was one of the best stops I’ve ever made. Wait until you taste the food.”
They ordered two different entrees and guacamole to share, because Blaine insisted a trip to a taco truck wasn’t complete without lots of avocados. The place even made margaritas, which were amazing, though Kurt limited himself to just one.
“This is ridiculously delicious,” Kurt said, savoring another bite of his fish tacos. “If the pop star gig ever gets old, you could totally host one of those food shows on the Travel Channel.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Blaine said. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I definitely do. I’m almost serious about the future career. I mean, being a huge star with legions of adoring fans can’t be all it’s cracked up to be,” Kurt joked.
“You’d be surprised, actually,” Blaine said, looking down as he considered the second half of his burrito. “It gets tiring sometimes - all the traveling and interviews and concerts night after night. And it can be weirdly lonely.”
“Even with your friends in the band?” Kurt asked, and Blaine nodded.
“That probably sounds stupid and ungrateful, but I miss having home be a place I go to every night - or even on a regular basis. And I miss the time and space to write songs and live my life a little.”
“I think I know what you mean. That’s part of why I stopped competing and took this job. It’s busy, but I get to have friends and family and a life here. I mean, as annoying as he is, it’s nice to see my brother at work and around. And I’ve had way too much fun decorating my place, but it’s the first one that’s been truly mine, and I love that.”
“I bet.” Blaine was resting his head on one hand, watching Kurt as he talked. “I’ve been looking at houses here, actually. Haven’t told the guys yet, but I think I could use a home base. And a break.”
“Well, if you need any decorating help, I’d be happy to boss you around.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Blaine smiled sheepishly. “God, sorry, that was getting a little melancholy for dinner a la taco truck, wasn’t it? This was supposed to be fun.”
“It is,” Kurt assured him. “Thanks for bringing me.”
“Any time. And before you even try it, I’m paying. You taught; I buy. That’s how this is going down.”
“You’re bossy.”
“So are you. That’s why I’m preempting you this time.”
“Have you been taking lessons from Kim or something?” Kurt asked. “Because that does not bode well for me.”
“I’ll never tell!” Blaine called as he got up to pay the bill.
They settled into casual conversation as Blaine drove them back to the lot so Kurt could pick up his car. Blaine didn’t get out with him this time, leaning across the console to give Kurt a quick hug and a brilliant smile instead. He waited until Kurt was in his car and followed him out, beeping once and waving as they turned in different directions. Kurt drove home smiling and singing along to the radio, feeling perfectly content even though he still didn’t know if he’d just been on a date or not.
If it had been a date, it had been the most smoothly executed first date he’d ever experienced - good food, great conversation, and no awkward pauses. And if it hadn’t been, it had still been a wonderful time with someone who was rapidly becoming a close friend. Kurt knew he’d end up spending half the weekend detailing and arguing over the evening he’d just had once his friends got hold of him, so for now he held the memory close, turning it over in his own mind. It had been a great night. When he got home, he took a second to text Blaine and tell him so. Within a few minutes, he got a response back.
“I think so too. :) We should do it again sometime soon.”
There was only one response Kurt could think of for that.
“Absolutely.”