Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop [for blainewanderson]

[prancysmurf]

Saturday had felt forever in the coming, the rest of Kurt's week at McKinley dragging by at half the normal speed. Not even the things he normally loved - Glee club, and working with his dad at the shop - made time go any faster. It was as if the universe didn't want Saturday to ever arrive

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[blainewanderson]

"Oh you must, it's delightful, if a little bourgeois, but you know, it's part of its Puritan charm," she smiled tightly, really taking a closer look at the boy before her, realizing she couldn't put her finger on the name of the labels he was wearing. Maybe she'd Google his name later and find out more about these Hummels from Lima.

"Blaine?" She said vaguely like she wasn't sure who that was. She took her iced-water from the maid and sipped at it a little. "I'm sure he is, he's generally punctual for someone who can't hear an alarm clock."

"So... what are you two doing again... is he tutoring you or you are tutoring him, something like that? I didn't understand all his foolish hand waving about it at breakfast so I went back to reading WWD," Mrs. Anderson added, not seemingly to grasp how rude she was in the slightest.

Luckily for Kurt, the housekeeper had spotted Blaine as she was going about her duties and let him know Kurt was here. She had picked up the sign language that his parents had not, despite being hired help and not family. Blaine's smile could have lit up a runway and he scampered off to find him, barging in with a gleeful expression that fell when he saw his mother. Is she being bad cop? There is no good cop. Spoiler alert. Blaine signed slowly so Kurt could read it, knowing she couldn't.

[prancysmurf]

Kurt had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from retorting rudely when Mrs Anderson admitted that she didn't even know how to communicate with her son. Kurt could scarcely believe it, couldn't imagine living with parents who cared nothing for him.

So, he was more than a little relieved when Blaine appeared, sparing him from answering Mrs Anderson's questions about how they knew each other, and what they were up to. Bad. Very bad. he answered Blaine with a smile, slowly rising to stand.

"My apologies, Mrs Anderson, but we really must be going."

[blainewanderson]

"Oh... I see, well, have your mother call me, perhaps we can do lunch, or tennis if she's up for a harsh lesson on the court," Blaine's mother smiled at him, but it was brittle, and didn't meet her eyes, unknowing that her words were more hurtful than even she intended. She was beginning to suspect she didn't know his family at all, and mistrust crept into her mind about Kurt's intentions. She'd call her attorney and have him run a background check on this boy's people, find out the skinny.

Blaine smirked down at his shoes, missing this part of the conversation, amused they were mocking his mother right in front of her without her even knowing it, even though he knew it was wrong to dishonor her. But perhaps a tiny bit wouldn't send him straight to hell. He hoped. He slid his hand into Kurt's, cutting off their communication for a moment but he was anxious to get out of this sterile room and be alone with the other boy, rather desperately.

He pulled him along, turning his back on his mother, and rushing for the front door, shutting it behind him, relieved when it seemed no one was following to give him further trouble about this... get-together (or date, as he called it to himself over and over again, a warm flush of excitement in his stomach when he thought about it like that.) Blaine let go of his hand, nodding apologetically for being rude. I am sorry. Leaving fast is better. She would go on and on for hours and never let us leave.

Blaine bit at his lip self-consciously, then added. I .... missed you. He dropped his hands at his side, hoping Kurt had felt the same, even a little bit.

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Kurt was beyond glad when Blaine took his hand and dragged him away, keeping him from uttering the sad, angry retort to Mrs. Anderson that was on the tip of his tounge. As loathsome and vile as the woman clearly was, she was Blaine's mother, and Kurt liked Blaine. He would have to try and be respectful around his parents, despicable as his mother seemed to be.

No sorry Kurt answered in his clumsy signs. I understand. I missed you, too.

He was so very glad that Blaine had confessed that particular feeling first - now he didn't have to worry about telling him the same. A thrill ran through him at the thought that Blaine had been thinking about him, just as he had been thinking about Blaine. Perhaps this really could be a date, rather than just imagining it as such in his head.

[blainewanderson]

The signing had been good, better than good, somebody had practiced, but Blaine let a little deceit creep into his next action, entirely out of personal desire, and he took up Kurt's hand, "correcting" his finger positioning for the word 'missed', not letting go of his hand when he brought it down from his chin along the front of his chest, and leaning in ever so slightly to be closer to his parted lips and big blue eyes... there was little doubt in his mind now that he was falling so hard and so fast for Kurt that it would most likely end in enormous embarrassment for him. He probably had a million boys after him, he didn't need his charity case being one of them. A boy that couldn't talk, couldn't hear his voice, couldn't communicate at all unless he was looking right at him or texting.

He let go of his hand with a shy smile. He'd try, even if it was incredibly hard, to keep this simple. Nice. Is she all yours? Blaine signed to him, walking over to run a hand over the shiny hood of Kurt's car appreciatively.

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This was it. Kurt's breathing sped up, he suddenly felt altogether too hot, his mind a state of panic that he didn't know how to kiss a boy properly...

And then Blaine let go of his hand, moving away to a safe distance. Kurt stood stock still as Blaine examined his car, barely paying attention to what the other boy was doing or saying. He had been so sure, just then... had he ruined it, somehow? Had he missed 'the moment' that was seemingly so important in every romantic film Kurt had ever seen? (And he'd seen a lot).

He still felt - and probably looked - rather dazed as he made himself move forward, answering Blaine's question with a nod and a too-fast signing of Yes.

Birthday present, he added after a moment, as he tried to pull himself together.

[blainewanderson]

Blaine bit at his lip, seeing he had disappointed Kurt somehow, in a way he wasn't entirely sure how, but he seemed to disappoint everyone so it wasn't entirely a surprise. Still, he wanted this to be different, Kurt was very special, of that he was certain, and even if he couldn't have him the way that he'd really would like to have a go at, a real and true boyfriend, one he could share everything with, he hoped at the very least they could be as close as brothers. Well, not brothers like he and his brother, a thousand miles away and hardly visited, but the kind that were really there for each other.

Did you have a party? With those awful hats that snap under your chin? Torture devices made of paper and elastic. Blaine signed, drawing his finger under Kurt's chin as if he was tracing a line where the elastic would have rested. He was epically failing at not touching the other boy, but his skin felt amazing, and he smelled so good, he had such urges to learn and map his body under his fingertips it made him blush just at the vividness of the desire.

Did you get a birthday kiss from someone... special? He added, leaning against the vehicle trying to look casual like he inquired about people's love lives every day.

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Kurt didn't have a clue what to say or do, sure that the effect Blaine was having on him was beyond obvious. He felt so hot he had to be visibly sweating, and he had probably gone bright red as well.

No, he eventually managed, not sure what Blaine was getting at. A chat up line, or was he just teasing? Like Puck and Finn, reminding him of his distinct lack of a love life.

I don't have anyone.

[blainewanderson]

Blaine felt entirely self-conscious, he was making a cock up of this, of that he was certain, with the one person he really, really wanted to get everything right with, Kurt was amazing, handsome and sweet and funny and smart and just what Blaine had dreamed of, but he didn't know how to say that without sounding like a complete idiot. They'd known each other for only a few days, it didn't work that way, only in fairy-tales, one true loves and soul-mates and love at first sight, all the romantic things, that was never real life.

He could not allow this awkwardness to fall between them, he could not let Kurt slip through his fingers like air and disappear from his life, just the thought of going back to the void of lonesomeness made him swallow hard in despair. You have me. And I have you. We have each other. Now. He signed back slowly, then did something he never thought he'd have the courage to do, he put his hands on either side of Kurt's face, and very softly, very gently, brushed his lips against the other boy's, barely touching them, but the electric rush of the feeling traveled all through him to the tips of his toes and back up.

[prancysmurf]

Kurt froze, stunned, arms rigid at his sides and fingers twitching uselessly. He wanted this, he wanted it so much, but the fear of embarrassment stopped him from being able to relax and respond at first. But as Blaine didn't pull away, and the world didn't end, he slowly and nervously responded with a soft press of his own lips, one hand resting softly at Blaine's hip.

[blainewanderson]

Blaine smiled a little bit, not enough to break the kiss, but enough to convey to Kurt how much he liked this. It was his very first kiss, and it was all kinds of perfect. Something he'd remember and cherish the rest of his life.

When he paused to breathe he leaned back a little bit, wanting to see Kurt's face, trace his thumbs over his cheeks, admire the beautiful boy in front of him, blue eyes like stars. He sighed softly, moving into kiss him again, once was really not enough, when he caught movement on the curtains with the corner of his eyes. Could be the help, could be his mother, he really didn't want to stick around to find out, there were better places to kiss than his driveway.

He stepped back a little, letting his hands stop touching Kurt reluctantly. That was amazing. He signed, grinning at the other boy. You are amazing, Kurt.

[prancysmurf]

Kurt responded more eagerly to the second kiss, ready for it this time, expecting it and knowing what it would feel like to have another boy's lips against his.

It was everything he had ever imagined, and so, so much more besides.

"Blaine," he gasped softly when they parted, forgetting for a moment that he had to sign to this perfect specimen of humanity stood before him. With slightly shaking hands, he replied I think you're amazing too. Should we... coffee?

[blainewanderson]

Blaine grinned broadly, running his fingers softly over Kurt's face, he'd never forget the expression on his face, he looked like he was almost shuddering, his ego had never felt so inflated before. But being with Kurt, it made him feel like he was special, it was a new, wonderful feeling.

I love to coffee. One of my favorite hobbies. He signed with a teasing smile, then clasped Kurt's hands in his own, pulling them to his lips to kiss before letting go to go around the other side of the vehicle, settling in and buckling up, waiting for Kurt to join him, unable to stop staring rather dreamily at the other boy.

[prancysmurf]

Getting into his car, Kurt turned on the engine and quickly turned off the radio. It seemed rude, somehow, to have it on when Blaine couldn't hear it. Looking over to the other boy, he gave him a shy smile before turning his attention to the road. They'd need to find some way of communicating during car trips, in the future.

[blainewanderson]

Blaine smiled back at him, watching him none to surreptitiously as he drove, he had the freedom to do so as Kurt focused on driving. He wondered what it was like, driving, if it was fun. Not that his mother would ever let him get a license while he lived under her roof, even when he showed her the website that said he could take a special test for the deaf. She merely waved him away, physically recoiling from anything that said the 'd' word. So many bad letters. He was a true disappointment. Not only 'd' but 'g' too. Perhaps he should buy his hand-basket now.

At the red light he quickly signed as he caught Kurt's eye. I would like to play music, I like your stereo. Tell me if it is too loud for you. I can't tell. He laughed soundlessly, but not self-consciously, in the hopes of putting Kurt at ease. I can feel the songs, the beat.

He turned on the dial, watching the volume button trying to keep it low enough for Kurt but high enough for him, he wasn't alone in his room with headphone, he couldn't blast it completely. Blaine smiled as he found a Beatles song he liked, bopping his head back and forth as the sound resonated through his chest.

[prancysmurf]

The volume Blaine set his speakers to was, honestly, louder than Kurt felt comfortable with... but already he was finding that he could not deny this boy anything. A little earache was, he thought, a tiny price to play for that smile on Blaine's face, the way his head began to bob in time with the beat. Kurt didn't understand how that was possible, and made a mental note to ask when they reached the Lima Bean.

Thankfully the drive was a short one, and before long they were pulling up in the parking lot. Killing the engine, and the stereo with it, Kurt turned once more to look over at Blaine.

Thank you, he signed. For coming here with me.