Ice Cream (2/2)
(Chapter 1)
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Chapter: 2 - Two Years From Now
Friday, July 12 2013
"Kuuuuuuuuurt, come on!" Blaine ushered his friend, holding tight to the soft hand in his as he ran towards the corner of the street. "We're gonna miss it!" the curly head exclaimed breathlessly.
"Blaine!" Kurt's voice shrilled behind him, just as breathless as his best friend was. But the still-shorter man didn't mind how angry his best friend (and boyfriend) sounded at the moment, because the ice cream truck was just about to come up to them, and he knew that Kurt would still thank him later for taking off so abruptly.
When the two men finally reached the end of the street, Blaine stood straight and panted happily, keeping Kurt's hand clutched in his own. The two started dating by end of their junior year in high school, but everyone knew it was only a matter of time even before that. It was a classic tale of two long best friends finally realizing how in love they were. Neither was really phased that it happened - to be honest, they were more ecstatic than surprised that it took them so long to realize how perfect they were for one another. All the tea parties, the tears, the laughs, the songs: it all led up to this. Them. Being together. And together they made it through BOTH their senior high school year and freshman university year in New York. That was really all they could have asked for.
Well that, and (in Blaine's case) a chance to find out why Kurt just smacked him at the back of his head.
"Hey!" the curly head said defensively, his free hand shooting up to protect the back of his head from any other attacks. He turned to look at his boyfriend, who was fuming (though he was still looking precious in only the way Kurt could pull off). "What was that for?"
"That was for dragging me all the way over here!" the paler man snapped, huffing as he tried to find his breath. His perfect blue eyes drifted over to look upwards towards his hair. "If all that running messed up my hair in any way, Blaine Anderson, so help me I will - !"
But Kurt's impending threat was cut off by Blaine's lips. The hand Blaine had behind his head previously moved its way over to his boyfriend's soft cheek, cupping it carefully. When the tanner man broke the kiss and pulled away far enough to gaze into the paler boy's eyes, he said, "Don't you worry. Your hair is perfect. You're perfect."
Kurt threw him a scowl, but Blaine was sure he was forgiven because his boyfriend's cheeks were slightly tinted with the cutest pink. He always knew how to get Kurt to forgive him. If he learned anything from their lifelong friendship, it was that. Besides, it wasn't like he was lying. Kurt Hummel was perfect in every sense of the word. Despite the huge shadows that New York's tall buildings cast over them, and despite how the dark it was becoming due to the overcast sky above them, Blaine was still able to see how perfect Kurt was. How bright and blue Kurt's eyes were; how his soft, chestnut hair (which was, yes, still in tact) danced gently from the breeze that passed them; how his creamy, porcelain skin almost glowed in the dim light; how full and pink his much-too-kissable lips were.
These thoughts were cut off though when Kurt groaned in annoyance. "Blaine, you're staring at me again," he scolded the shorter man.
Blaine just shrugged. "Well, how could I not when you're being perfect and gorgeous and way-too-kissable next to me?" he joked, leaning in to give his boyfriend a peck on the cheek. The taller man rolled his eyes playfully, and Blaine could see the smile that was tugging at the corner of Kurt's lips as he backed away.
The two easily ignored the few stares they received during this sweet exchange, as they have gotten used to doing since they moved into the Big Apple. They accepted long ago, back in Lima, that many were unwilling to accept their relationship, and were just grateful that the people in the City that Never Slept didn't threaten them or anything. Besides, two years ago they passed the Gay Marriage Rights bill over the entire state, and since then most people seemed to have gotten over the big deal with gay relationships. Blaine still received one or two glares when he held Kurt's hand, but that didn't matter. Which is why he just as easily ignored the evil eyes an old woman who was waiting behind them was giving.
"Blaine, baby, why are we standing at the corner of…" the pale boy looked around at his surroundings until his eyes caught a few street signs around him, "43rd and Broadway?"
Much too giddy at Kurt calling him "baby" and what was actually coming for them, Blaine blurted out, "The ice cream truck comes here!"
Kurt eyed him curiously and amused in a way that should have bothered Blaine, with a delicate brow arched and a smirk formed on his lips. Whether Kurt caught Blaine in being excited by the pet name or whether he was amused by being excited by an ice cream truck, the curly headed man had no idea.
However, the matter was easily forgotten when someone behind them exclaimed, "Finally!"
The two men turned to their left and saw that the ice cream truck slowly but surely lessening the distance between them. After a few agonizing minutes, the vehicle finally pulled up right in front of Kurt and Blaine. The shorter man turned to his boyfriend and grinned as the woman serving at the truck opened the window.
"Hey y'all!" she drawled in a clear Southern accent, "Sorry for bein' late!" She turned to the two boyfriends and smiled. "So, what're y'all havin'?"
The chestnut haired man smirked at Blaine, an act which still made the curly head weak at the knees. "The usual?" he asked with knowing eyes.
Blaine nodded happily and turned to the woman in front of them. "One Mocha Almond Fudge and one Rocky Road. Cones, please," he ordered kindly.
As the ice cream lady nodded and turned back into the truck to get their orders, Blaine stole a shy glance from Kurt, who was still smirking. When their gazes met, Blaine blushed and looked away, shaking his head. How could it be, even after all these years, that Kurt still had that effect on him? That effect where his heart started pounding whenever their eyes met? That effect where his breath got caught whenever they kissed? That effect where every touch ignited sparks across his entire body? Blaine still had no idea, but he was sure he wanted to stick around with Kurt for him to find out.
Blaine was startled a little once the woman came out with their orders. "That'll be $9.87. Y'all enjoy!" she said loudly in her Southern drawl.
The men took their orders and paid for them, walking away with their ice cream on one hand and each other's hands on the other. When they reached a corner that looked deserted enough (well, at least, as deserted as it can get in the bustling city), they began to eat their treats in peace. The tanner man's attention was completely turned to his ice cream and he all but devoured the sweet treat. As usual, Kurt was giggling next to him. The chestnut haired man once told Blaine that he found it quite amusing and somewhat endearing to watch him eat ice cream. And while it made Blaine conscious for a while about how he ate, he soon got over trying to be dapper and proper when he was entertained with his treats. After all, Kurt's seen him at his worse during their friendship, so eating a measly ice cream cone in a messy matter was pretty much nothing.
Before long, they both finished their ice creams and Kurt pulled out some napkins from his back pocket. He told Blaine that he snatched them from the ice cream lady before they left the truck. The shorter man gratefully took a napkin and, as he wiped his sticky hands, he flicked his tongue out to the corner of his mouth, where a tiny bit of ice cream ended up.
"Blaine," Kurt started, blatantly staring at his boyfriend's mouth, "you got a little something at…"
"Yeah, I know," Blaine interrupted, still attempting to lick at the ice cream, "But don't worry I got -" but he was suddenly cut off by Kurt's lips on his, sucking at the corner of his mouth where the ice cream was, subtly kissing him when he was still there after a second too long. Surprised at his boyfriend's act, Blaine was barely able to kiss back, and was left trailing after Kurt when the taller man pulled away.
"Mmm," Kurt hummed in a low voice then, "yum." And then he licked his lips in a matter Blaine could only call sultry.
The curly head was left catching his breath, shamelessly staring at the way his boyfriend's tongue slid across his lips. "You," Blaine huffed, "are evil." His hazel eyes looked up and met Kurt's blue ones, which twinkled with mischief.
"I know, baby," the chestnut haired man simply agreed, "But you love me anyway." He gave Blaine a knowing smile.
"That I do," Blaine said. He smiled back as he took Kurt's soft hand in his and they began to walk down the street together.
"You know, you've gotten much better at handling the name 'baby' since we were younger, Blaine," Kurt stated with a side glance and a smirk. The shorter man blushed and he rolled his eyes as his boyfriend continued, "I remember your mom having to call you 'Big Boy' for a while because you were so offended by it." Then Kurt began to giggle.
Blaine huffed. "Shut up."